Please Don't Eat Me

Oneshot

Ding! The elevator door slid open and Di Xiaoshu peered into the elevator. Of course, he just
happened to be in there again.

“Go-good day, Mr. Ling,” Di Xiaoshu stuttered a greeting before going to a spot farthest away
from him, trembling as he stood there.

Actually, what he wanted to say instead of “Good day” was, “Hey man! How old are you?!”
Their consecutive “coincidental” meetings in the elevator recently had been extremely hard on
Di Xiaoshu’s fragile mind.

And he—Mr. Ling—was leering at him shaking like a leaf and even seemed to be…enjoying it.

“How was work today, Xiaoshu?” He smiled.

“It-it was okay….” Psh! Don’t act all Mister-Nice-Guy with me! It’s all crocodile tears! No, wait!
It’s all snake tears! QAQ

“Are you gonna make cookies again tonight~?” Mr. Ling took a step and flanked Di Xiaoshu.

Poor Di Xiaoshu shrunk into the corner of the elevator, head bowed in fear. “Yea…I will….” This
elevator is so slow~ (>_<。)\ Hurry up!!

“Then…please make some for me, too!”

“O-okay….” You pig—snake—I’ll definitely offer tribute…as long as…as long as you don’t eat me.
T^T

Consequently, after a long day at work, Di Xiaoshu still had to bake cookies and offer them up
to Mr. Neighbour who lived across the hall.

It didn’t seem like this exploitation had ever ceased since the day he moved here.

Di Xiaoshu was in a very good mood that day. Everything had gone well after university
graduation. He had found an ideal job and an ideal home soon after.

He decided to bake cookies for his neighbours on the day he moved in.
Baking was something he was good at and a hobby of his as well. He never really enjoyed sports,
despite being a guy.
Instead, he liked baking and the sorts. In addition, due to his nature, he really
liked eating small, chewable treats.

Knock, knock, knock. The first neighbour opened their door. “Hello. I’m Di. I just moved in next
door. I made this myself. I hope you like it!”

Di Xiaoshu was slim. His petite face was bright and he had the young air of a student.

He would
always give off—hmm, how would one put it? Anyway, ever since high school, girls would always
go into motherly-doting-mode whenever they saw him and pinch his cheeks while saying stuff like
“He’s so cute and adorable and cuddly!”

The cookie delivery had been a success. To the left was a student living by herself. To the right
was a family of three. Then it was time for the one across the hall.

He knocked three times just as he had done previously.
The door opened.

“Hello! I….” His smile instantly froze when he saw the tall, tough-looking man standing in the
doorframe.

Thud! The cookie basket dropped on the ground. Di Xiaoshu turned tail and fled back to his
room, not forgetting to lock the door with trembling hands.

“Aahhh…hahhhhh…phewww….” A pale-faced Di Xiaoshu leaned against the door, rubbing his
chest. His heart was still beating wildly.

I’m so screwed!!! TAT
Aside from being an obedient son, a good student and a young cooking-enthusiast, Di Xiaoshu
had another identity—Mauzhertz.

It was a gene that ran in the family.
Mauzhertz could be considered to be some sort of demon but they usually kept to the rules and
didn’t look any different from the human beings around them, other than the fact that they could
be a bit of a scaredy-cat.