Chapter 9 Our Son Went Down

  Cheng Qiao blinked: "Isn't it said that a painter loves every character he creates? So I asked A Yao, do you also love me and our son?"

  I was so shocked by this sentence that I almost broke the pencil in my hand: "Our son?"

  He continued to put on that harmless expression and said: "Right, I'm a template, you drew my son according to me, without me, there wouldn't be them, without you, there wouldn't be them either, so didn't we create them together? So aren't they our sons?"

  This speech is logical and consistent, perfectly in line with the rigid theory of biology "how life reproduces and develops". On one hand, I think his argument is correct, but on the other hand, I vaguely feel that something is not quite right.

  Before I could think of a reason, he continued to say innocently and puzzled: "I just look at this matter from the perspective of your art, why are you so surprised? Did you think of something?"

  I suddenly woke up and realized that the person in front of me was purer than distilled water, Cheng Qiao! His perspective on problems is something I couldn't have imagined. This pure and noble pursuit of artistic exploration, I actually thought it was more crooked than the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy, I'm really beyond salvation!

  In my heart, a thousand horses galloped by, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and huge waves burst forth all at once. In extreme shame, I slumped back into my original position, feeling as if the label "beast" had been fiercely slapped onto my forehead.

  He thought for a moment and suddenly spoke in an awkward tone: "Still, A Yao, you wouldn't really think that I don't even know how to... have a son, would you?"

  I reflexively replied, "No way, isn't the concept of passing on the family line an innate instinct for every man?" Looking at his wide eyes, I was taken aback, and only then did I realize that this was a sensitive topic that easily triggered automatic associations in one's mind. For a moment, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to knock myself unconscious by banging my head against the corner of the table and pretend to have amnesia, but the next second I thought better of it, considering that such behavior might cost me my life, so I immediately nixed the idea.

  The innocent boy indeed covered his forehead and fell silent.

  The next few minutes of silence, I don't know what he was thinking, but in my mind, there was only the half-naked and dazed-eyed Cheng Qiao and... his son. The intricately carved large bed could accommodate five or six people, with layers of white gauze hanging down from the high dome, covering a mysterious space around the bed. Cheng Qiao clung tightly to her son's neck, panting heavily, her snow-white and slender body glowing with a pink hue, looking seductive and charming against the backdrop of the large red satin quilt. The faces of the two were filled with longing and restraint, just as his son was about to make his move...

  "A Yao, I've changed my mind...... A Yao? A Yao?"

  At the critical moment, I was interrupted. I fell silent for a while, brushed aside his hand that was waving in front of me, clenched my fists and said with suppressed anger: "You'd better pray that what you're going to say next will move me more than your parent-child interaction with your son... No, it's touching."

  He said with a serious face: "I've decided, from now on I'm yours!"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Didn't you ask me to be your model before?"

  Everything in my mind suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't believe it: "Really voluntary? I didn't force you at all." Although even if he didn't agree to me, I could still use the increasingly advanced electronic tools now to give him a close-up of each part, but I think nothing can be more exciting than appreciating him recklessly in front of him and committing a crime.

  He nodded vigorously: "En, from now on whatever you want me to do I'll do."

  Looking at his innocent smiling face, I abruptly swallowed the "I want you to go find a man, are you going or not" that surged up my throat. Poking his face, I dryly said: "Whatever, I'll give you half of the manuscript fee."

  He downed the partially melted ice cream in three big gulps and two small ones, closed his eyes contentedly and smiled: "I don't want your manuscript fee, I just want you..."

  I froze, and then I heard him continue: "Oh, all I want is for you to make desserts for me every day!"

  I heavily wiped the fine sweat that was beading on my forehead, and let out a deep sigh: "Young man, I'll give you some advice - for the rest of your long life's journey, always say what needs to be said in one go; otherwise, you'll end up shouldering the weight of a precious life."

  At the same time as my calm mood, I'd like to mention that today's saliva consumption and sweat discharge have both exceeded the standard. In order to replenish the body's lost water in a timely manner to maintain normal bodily functions and clear thinking ability, I think it's very necessary to drink some more freshly squeezed juice.

  Because I wasn't quite sure of Qiao's taste, I pushed over the menu for him to look at: "What juice do you want to drink?"

  "He said as he looked: 'Cranberry juice.'"

  I was taken aback: "Did you see the words 'cranberry juice' up there?"

  "Then it's lotus mist soup."

  "Ajiao, you... can read and write, right?"

  He looked at me hesitantly for a moment: "Or durian juice?"

  I covered my forehead and felt sorrowful in my heart.

  "Oh, then..."

  "That's enough, don't say any more!" I interrupted him, waving my hand to signal the woman standing a meter away with deep, tear-filled eyes, "Yun jie, two glasses of orange juice and one serving of durian ximai, thank you!"

  Ignoring Qiao Fan Guang's gaze, I picked up my pen and began to brainstorm the background for "the sons". When I got to the part about the demonic version of the son, I stopped and looked up at him: "Do you like plum blossoms or violets?"

  He thought for a moment and said seriously: "I like roses."

  "Good, then paint peach blossoms."

  “……”

  I proudly grinned at him: "Peach blossoms are versatile background flowers, after all!"

  He took a deep breath: "What's Ah Yao's favorite flower?"

  "Flowers, I hate flowers the most." As soon as I think about it, no matter what kind of flower it is in reality, there will always be unknown insects, and I just can't help but frown. You could say that my only weakness is insects...and snakes.

  He looked at me thoughtfully: "I always thought girls liked flowers and plants."

  I was taken aback: "Haven't I told you that I've had a sex change operation before?"

  He was stunned.

  I continued in surprise: "No, everyone around me knows about this, I should have told you at the first time, you must have forgotten."

  He blinked his eyes, looked me up and down, nodded in approval: "It seems that the doctor who operated on you is quite skilled, or I'll go too?"

  I was choked by his eager expression, and I said with a heavy heart: "Why bother? Your current partial functions are even more complete than those of girls. When medical technology advances in the future, you can directly complete the transition from male to hermaphrodite. Don't mention being the greatest mother in the world, those Super Saiyans will be blown away by comparison."

  He paused for a moment, shifted his gaze from my face, and picked up the paper on the table: "A Yao, how did you draw these illustrations onto the computer?"

  I stared at him blankly: "Draw with your hand."

  "...Now you draw it for me?"

  I finally reacted, let out a dry laugh, and looked out the window: "Actually, in this world, there is a lovely and loving tool that was born for painters and will die for them. It's an indispensable helper for all the painters in the world when they create new worlds. And it has a dynamic and vivid name... Ah?

  Qiao followed my line of sight and looked out: "What are you... Ah! The one standing at the door of the ramen shop across the street, is that Qin Qian? And the giant next to her... is he her boyfriend?"

  I didn't have time to respond, I stuck close to the glass window and opened my eyes as wide as possible. Ah Qian was about the same height as me, and the man standing opposite her was estimated to be over 190 cm tall, I whistled in surprise, he was indeed a giant! At this moment, Ah Qian suddenly changed direction, and the giant's face turned towards me, I took a deep breath.

  "Oh... it's actually a giant with a goatee!" Chao said, echoing my sentiment.

  Has anyone heard that Ah Qian has a boyfriend? And this guy, what a visual shock! I twitched the corner of my mouth, Ah Qian... shouldn't be so cruel to us, right? A few minutes later, the giant handed over several bags he was holding to Ah Qian, and I immediately let out a sigh of relief: "Ah~ she must have just casually made some lovesick guy on the street do some chores for her." Just then, Cloud Sister brought up the orange juice, and I quickly grabbed it and took a big gulp. Suddenly, I heard Cheng Qiao call out in a low voice, and when I turned my head, I saw Qin Shallow standing on tiptoes to kiss the giant who had almost lowered his entire head.

  "Pffft!"

  The whole room was silent, with only a faint humming noise from the air conditioner above.

  I looked up at Cheng Qiao's shocked face and... his face full of yellow corn grains, staring blankly with his eyes wide open "Ahhh" for half a day without saying a complete sentence.

  Yun Jie, who was standing beside me, had already petrified. But A Xiu immediately brought over a clean towel and wanted to help Cheng Qiao wipe himself when he blocked her: "Thank you." Then she handed the towel to me, biting her lip and looking at me with a wronged expression: "A Yao, you have to take responsibility for me."

  I clutched the towel and hesitated for a long time, before stuttering: "Xiao Qiao... I'm sorry... really, it wasn't on purpose... but you're fine... why did you have to lean in so close?"

  He suddenly closed his eyes: "Faster, faster, it's going to flow into my eyes!"

  I immediately leaned over to help him wipe away the drop of orange juice that had seeped into his skin, then carefully wiped from his forehead to his chin, and then to his neck, also wiping his dirty hair. During the process, I struggled to hold back my surging emotions, having never been so close to looking at his face before, now wet with fruit juice, under the glossy black hair, making his entire face look even more delicate, gentle, and flawless.

  Nowadays, it's not uncommon to see men who look like women and vice versa. There are always stunning faces in this world, but Cheng Qiao's bare face can hold its own even when compared to those of made-up celebrities. What attracts me the most is his ineffable aura, although... his usual behavior really doesn't match this innate aura of his.

  Just as I was gazing at his face, which was like a delicate carving, he suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. In an instant, I fell into his nearly pure black pupils, just like a vast starry sky with the sound of wind rapidly spreading out before my eyes, carrying an irresistible attraction.

  "Ah Yao, is it done?"

  I was startled awake by his low voice, and I stared at him blankly, feeling as if there was a fleeting hint of a smile in his eyes.

  Suddenly, my silent heart was like a drumbeat, I immediately retreated and swallowed hard: "Alright, as for clothes, I don't have men's clothing here, you can go back and change later, it's good that you're wearing black today, otherwise..." I forced a smile, "I would really have to take responsibility for you."

  He casually ruffled his hair: "En, remembered, from now on I'll never wear black again." Before I could react, he looked at me with a troubled expression: "A Yao, are we... indirectly kissing or something?"

  And then my already somewhat unclear head was struck by his thunder-like words... and successfully became useless.