CH 13

After watching the starry sky, Tu Mianmian and Sivir both returned to the bedroom.

The beautiful scenery can make many people feel happy, and when Tu Mianmian sat back on the bed, his face was especially happy.

The mutant plant gifted by the Duke was handed over to the robot to be cultivated in the backyard of the Duke’s mansion.

The day when the mature plant is fully cultivated will be the time when Mianmian can nibble on Interstellar Chinese cabbage as he wishes.

Tu Mianmian laid on the bed, swinging his calves leisurely, humming an unknown small tune while chatting on his light brain.

Sivir watched Mianmian indulging in the star network.

But seeing that it was getting late, he went to find clothes to take a bath.

The Duke knows his things like the back of his hand.

So, as soon as he opened the closet, he realized something was wrong.

“Mianmian.” The Duke accurately picked up the military jacket that Tu Mianmian had rolled in, “Did you wear my clothes?”

Tu Mianmian looked up at him: “…”

Sivir looked back: “…”

Tu Mianmian: “…”

Mianmian didn’t answer, so Sivir looked down at his clothes again.

After inspecting it, he found something on it.

He stretched out his hand and twisted a soft, white, short piece of hair off the collar and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, “This is…”

Tu Mianmian’s mouth opened wide in surprise. (°ロ°) !

He actually lost his hair!!

Is he going to be a bald rabbit?!

Tu Mianmian felt dizzy.

He took a deep breath, looked at Sivir’s face, and said cautiously, “I’m sorry.”

Sivir was switching his light brain to an inspection state.

The thin, white, short hair was swept away by the brain, and the answer was immediately obtained—[The hair of a plush, small animal called “rabbit” in the Extinct Creatures Manual.]

Tu Mianmian: “!”

Sivir got the answer from his light brain, turned his head and took the lead to appease Mianmian: “It’s okay Mianmian, you don’t need to apologize.”

The little husband can do whatever he wants.

Tu Mianmian stared at the Lord Duke’s light brain without saying anything: “…”

[It is suspected that there are still living individuals of the extinct, plush, small creature.]

But how could the hair appear on his clothes? The Duke had a lot of doubts about this matter.

He saw the nervous look on his little husband’s face, a flash of inspiration occurred, and he guessed: “Mianmian, are you raising a ‘rabbit’?”

Tu Mianmian was stunned for a moment, and immediately answered quickly and neatly: “Yes!”

I feed myself!

Sivir lifted the collar of his military jacket and continued to inspect the inside, just to find more soft, white, short hairs.

So this jacket of mine… was taken by the little husband to make a nest for small animals?

Sivir re-hung the jacket in the closet.

“Mianmian, if an extinct creature still survives, it’s a super-protected animal of the Empire. So, it’s very precious.” The Duke explained, imparting popular science to his spouse.

“You have a ‘rabbit’, so remember to take good care of it.”

Sivir continued, “If you have time, you should bring it to the professional department for registration. It’s best to bring a few professional breeders back as well.”

Tu Mianmian was stunned stupid.

He asked: “Why?”

The Duke sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Mianmian’s hair, and said in a gentle tone, “Because the Interstellar Law is particularly fond of rare animals. If you don’t follow the rules, you will be punished for keeping them privately. If you are discovered, you will be sentenced and punished.”

Tu Mianmian: “…”

He, his existence is so precious!

The way Tu Mianmian looked at the Duke changed instantly.

This person is actually raising such a precious, plush rabbit!

On the other hand, Sivir’s expression became unnatural.

He thought that he had frightened Mianmian by telling him about the strict regulations.

Sivir instantly regretted it. Compared with rare animals, he is of course more partial to his petite husband.

He pursed his lips and said, “It doesn’t really matter.”

The Duke changed his tune and overturned his previous words one by one: “You can raise it privately without registering it, and it doesn’t matter if you fail to raise it well. You can take care of it according to your own preferences. You don’t need to worry about the consequences.”

“The Duke’s Mansion has a lot of power, it can protect you, and you don’t need to pay attention to anything regarding rare animals.”

The Duke turned his words around and tried to reassure his petite husband.

Tu Mianmian, who was in a dire mood: “…”

Mianmian felt that his emotions and mood seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell, and back from hell to heaven.

Eventually, he stuttered out: “Okay, okay.”

Seeing this, Sivir was relieved.

It could never have been imagined that one day, the iron-blooded and ruthless Lord Duke would selfishly ignore Interstellar law.

The Duke finally entered the bathroom.

Tu Mianmian’s mood was very heavy.

He held his light brain, but he couldn’t continue chatting with Robbins.

With a sigh, Mianmian simply picked out his nightgown and went into another bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, Sivir was already sitting on the bed.

The night sky outside the windows was blocked by the curtains, and Sivir had his light brain turned on to handle his work under the bright lights.

Tu Mianmian’s freshly blow-dried hair was fluffy and soft.

A strand of hair on his forehead was slightly upturned, adding a bit of extra cuteness to him.

He climbed up from the side of the big bed, which sank slightly due to his weight.

Sivir turned to look at him when he climbed up, then turned off his light brain, as if he had been waiting just for his little spouse to sleep together.

“By the way, Sivir,” Tu Mianmian recalled what he had promised Robbins, and asked while he dug himself into the quilt, “Are there any good-looking and promising young people among your subordinates?”

“Yes.”

Tu Mianmian nodded, then said, “I have a friend who is about to enter his period of lust. He wants me to introduce him to a partner to help get through it.”

Sivir was startled.

For no other reason—he remembered a few incidents where his adjutant Yuri used the excuse of ‘having a friend’ to get things he wanted.

For example, he had a friend who was about to die and needed a certain energy stone to save his life, or he had a friend who was so poor that he jumped off a building and needed me to lend him star coins…

—In fact, Yuri just needed these things himself.

The memory of his subordinate who took out a ‘friend’ out of nowhere gradually overlapped with Tu Mianmian.

The Duke looked at his little sweetheart with deep eyes, and said solemnly: “I’m sorry.”

Tu Mianmian: “…Ah?”

The Duke deeply regretted: “I didn’t think about it carefully and let you suffer.”

Tu Mianmian: “???”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~ ╭(°ﾛ° ”)╯

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