[BL] I Picked up a Husband While Trying To Become An Author

Story 3.3 Children

Days passed smoothly and the siblings  slowly learned more about their master.

What's so hard about it?

This man, is so useless if left alone.

He barely moves.

He sleeps a lot.

He's worst than a snail.

He's unproductive.

(-____-) "..."

How did such a useless man became so strong.

Yue looked back through their hard earned even death threatening experiences and was baffled at the wide gap between them. The heavens are unfair!

Well, Ming Yu actually did nothing. It was the the cultivator before he took over who did all the rough work.

Ming Yu got the jackpot.

But the older brother will never know this fact and his brow would twitch in frustration whenever he stared at the deep sleeper who's drooling all over his little brother's back.

What's worst, this man could still look beautiful even if he acted like a lazy bum making drooling look like a pretty act.

Ugh. Sorry little brother.

In conclusion, why should they be wary about a useless man who couldn't even take care of himself?

That strength. . . they can only envy it. But the person, don't even talk about him. It's hopeless.

If the brothers wanted to play catch they could easily use the unguarded Ming Yu in exchange for a stick.

Ming Yu's goal in this life was his pursuit of complete relaxation, laziness and life satisfaction.

Traveling was now heaven in earth comfortably lying down on the furry backs of either siblings and even occasionally falling asleep.

Really, just occacionally. . . haha

His days were tranquil, the constant nagging of the Admin was like a lullaby constantly lulling him to sleep.

[Feng Mother: M*THERF*CKER!!!]

Zzz.

Ming Yu's daily schedule was usually like this.

Sleep with the wolves.

Immerse himself with his fur fetish.

Sleep.

Taking the wolves for a stroll while riding their backs and immerse himself with more fur.

Cook food with his magical fingers.

Sleep together with wolves.

More sleeping.

Fur.

Sometimes they would go inside his space letting them play around the springs and bathe within its spiritual waters.

Their coats were nourished so well by the qi enhanced water making it shinier like silk and fluffier than cotton balls.

It's easy to imagine the Admin's temper blow up at most everyday. Such rare resources all put to waste. If the cultivators saw these happening, Ming Yu would had been long struck by lightning and fried smoking hot to death.

Mother, it's okay.

[Feng Mother: a!@#$/!!!]

It was late afternoon a week before the month deadline and to be honest, Ming Yu didn't wish to let go.