Rebirth of the Interstellar Pope <Mecha>

Chapter 23

Chapter 23: 【CP Meets Inside, Really Sweet Extra】

Extra episode

Rabbit writes articles dedicated to melodrama, to show you what sweet articles are. That one during the day, I thought I was smoking, forget it, Amen...

Clip 1:

Twenty million light-years away from the Galan Galaxy, the living area here imitates the mother planet Earth. Rufeite got up early, dressed in a T-shirt and beach pants, dragging flip-flops, and learning to walk with his feet turned outward like the locals. He pocketed what the locals called change and headed to the nearest alley to buy breakfast.

The breakfast stall was a makeshift setup, with a small cart, a large parasol, and a proprietress. You wouldn't see such a stall in Galan or Jerusalem.

The locals here preferred to ride bicycles when going out, chatting for ages at the intersection, creating a lively atmosphere. Anno loved this place immensely and fantasized about settling down here after marriage... but... after marriage?

Rufeite had just woken up, his eyes squinting, his mind still hazy. One hand was stuck in his beach pants, while the other clutched his wallet as he lined up in front of the breakfast stall.

It was better not to mention the word "marriage." Rufeite felt increasingly that Anno had a fear of it. They were already on their honeymoon, so why did Anno change the subject every time marriage came up?

Rufeite scratched his hair again and continued to queue helplessly.

Anno should have woken up by now. What was he doing? Rufeite squinted, contemplating, and couldn't help but smile. He imagined Anno rising at seven, brushing his teeth, washing his face, shaving, drinking a large glass of water, and then standing on the second-floor balcony to water the flowers. By 7:20, he would be downstairs in the yard, reading the newspaper while waiting for Rufeite to return with breakfast.

Oh, yes, what time was it now?

Rufeite poked the man in front of him in the back. "Hey, buddy, do you have a watch? What time is it?"

The man in front was nearly as tall as Rufeite, with a slender waist and broad shoulders. He, too, wore a loose T-shirt, beach pants, and flip-flops, sporting a half-inch shaved head. The man turned around, looking half-asleep but serious. He glanced at his watch and replied, "Seven twenty-six," then turned back.

Rufeite stared, convinced he had seen it wrong, focusing intently on the back of the man's head. The man suddenly seemed to realize something, turning his head sharply. "Rufeite?"

Rufeite looked at Kuwei, then at his beach pants getup. He bore little resemblance to the serious and unsmiling general he remembered.

Rufeite slapped his thigh and laughed, "Hahahaha... Kuwei... what are you doing here?"

Kuwei wasn't angry about being laughed at. Instead, he seemed to recall something. "We're here for vacation. What about you? I heard you and Anno are married? Are you on your honeymoon?"

At the mention of "marriage," a bitter feeling settled in Rufeite's chest as if a bone was stuck in his throat.

"Don't mention it. Let's focus on the honeymoon first. We can postpone the marriage indefinitely."

The breakfast stall was busy in the morning, the line long. There were about five people ahead of Kuwei. After two more moved on, Kuwei stepped forward, with Rufeite following close behind.

Kuwei held a plastic bag and turned to Rufeite. "You need to coax your wife. Who would marry you if you don't?"

Rufeite pretended to ponder. "Then how did you coax Liu?"