Where is the dignity of the Lord?

The next day, the Pasha woke up in dim light.

"Well... what time is it..."

He turned over lazily with his eyes closed, stretched his hands out of the quilt and groped for a while, and found the phone and clicked on the power button to see the time with difficulty.

12:07

"Ah, it's only noon...huh?!!"

"Fuck!"

Pasha sat up abruptly, flipped over his phone in disbelief, and saw that the time on it was definitely twelve o'clock in the daytime, not after twelve o'clock in the morning, and turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the window in the dark.

The thick double-layer curtains cut off the light, and there is no stove in the cabin, but an electric stove, so it is so dark.

There was no sign of Reyed on the bed, only a coat with the smell of Reyd wrapped in the quilt, wrinkled and tortured, telling how miserable the guy who hugged it to sleep was sleeping.

Pasha picked up the coat, "What are you doing? Where are people?"

Scratching his head, his fingernails accidentally touched two drooping tiger ears buried in the messy orange hair. Pasha gasped in pain, and quickly rubbed it himself.

The nerves and blood vessels in the ears of cats are densely distributed and cannot be touched easily.

The tail is more delicate and fragile, and he will get goose bumps all over his body when he touches it.

The warm coral fleece pajamas were loose, and his big tiger tail protruded from the leg of his trousers and rested on his ankle, shaking dissatisfied.

Still not quite used to his new body, the pasha sighed, grabbed the tail out, and let it out nicely along the trimmed back of his trousers.

Pulling back the thick curtains that I didn't know when to hang up, my eyes couldn't help squinting because of the light that was projected in the moment.

A pair of black pupils tightened into needles like a beast, and then slowly relaxed after adapting.

It wasn't very cold in the wooden house with the electric stove on, so the Pasha didn't change his clothes.

He put on his socks and slippers, and found the note under the sandwich plate on the coffee table in front of the stove.

Pasha pulled it out to take a look, it was left for him by Resid.

It roughly means that he went out to patrol, and saw that he was sleeping too soundly, so he didn't wake him up, and remembered to eat.

Holding the note in his hand, Pasha raised the corners of his lips with a sweet heart.

He sighed again: "This old couple has such a good sense of sight..."

It was exactly his ideal married life!

It wouldn't be too bad if it was like this all the time.

Washing up happily, nestling on the sofa and eating a love sandwich by the stove, Pasha's happy two tiger ears swayed along with the tiger's tail.

After eating, the pasha went to the shed to boil water and wash clothes in good spirits.

The shed had been tidied up by Resid, and it was very clean.

Pasha dragged the large wooden basin out and placed it in the middle of the shed, then heated hot water with an iron bucket, mixed some snow, and scrubbed it back and forth several times with a sterilizing cleaning agent.

The large sheets and quilts were not easy to wash, and it was already afternoon when Pasha finished his busy work.

Wring out the dripping cloths, hang them in the shed to drain most of the water, and when they are less wet, they can be dried by the fire in the log cabin.

Pasha breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in satisfaction, stood up straight and stretched his muscles.

If you want to talk about what is good about becoming an orc, you must talk about his current strong physical fitness and strength.

The five senses are countless times sharper than the self in the previous life, and there is also a degree of flexibility. Pasha can lower his waist, and can make a ponytail as soft as a ballet dancer, and touch his toes with his hands.

"When I can turn back into a tiger again, let's go to the mountains and forests." Pasha thought.

He kind of misses the fox family.

And the wild boars, fawns, yellow sheep he raised in his own territory, hiss——

Thinking of the delicious and fresh meat, Pasha couldn't help swallowing, and prayed that his territory was not occupied by other tigers.

Compared with himself who liked to eat cooked food in his previous life, he is now more willing to eat some medium-rare meat.

Not long after returning to the cabin, Reyde came back.

And the head of his favorite sheep!

Pasha stared at the Gazelle that was fatally shot, his eyes were full of thoughts: Meat!Ready-made meat!

"Reyde—grass, Laozi loves you so much—!"

Pasha rushed up and jumped on Reisyid's body, and kissed his cold face hard.When Reyde hadn't recovered from his senses, he happily jumped down again, sharpening his knife and rushing at the mutton.

"Have a good meal today, how about fried lamb chops?"

Black eyes looked over excitedly.

Reyde's tightly pursed lips curled up, and he nodded slightly, "Okay."

"Then I'm going to clean up!"

The pasha dragged the sheep and prepared for a big fight.

Looking at the back of the tail flicking back and forth happily, Resid thought thoughtfully: Sure enough, what my father said made sense.

We must first meet the needs of our partner and make them happy before we can satisfy our sexual desires.

Last night, after being complained by his partner that his life was not passionate enough, Reyde thought for a whole night, and finally thought of a way to make Pasha comfortable without affecting his transformation, and he could actually feel the "passion" between them .

Thinking of what to do next, the baby's blue eyes dimmed under the fire.

……

Dissecting a sheep is a piece of cake for the current Pasha.

To avoid soiling the house, he deliberately decomposed the sheep outside, and then gave the decomposed parts to Resid to freeze in boxes outside.

Reyde likes to eat well-done, so Pasha made two servings, one well-done and the other medium-rare.

The busy Pasha had no time to take care of his back. When he turned around, he found that Reyde had covered the coffee table with a white tablecloth. He didn't know where to take out the candlestick, plugged in a candle and lit it, and drew the curtains to create the effect of a candlelight dinner. .

The radio turned the tape and played soothing music, and even the spoons and forks were shining with silver light.

Pasha was stunned for a while and laughed, but didn't think much about it, thinking that Resid was acting on a whim.

"How can anyone have a candlelight dinner during the day? It's not anyone's birthday today." He put the plate in front of Reyde and chuckled, "I would have set a plate if I knew it, here it is."

After taking it, Resid poured wine for both of their glasses.

Pasha blinked: "Still drinking?"

Reyde's face remained unchanged: "You haven't drunk for a long time, you're recovering well now, you can drink a little."

Pasha had no doubts about him: "That's right, then I'll drink less."

In terms of wine, Pasha was quite the type with self-control, but he couldn't stand someone refilling his wine again and again.

Under the soothing music, the stomach fed by delicious food warms.

The heat from the firewood is relaxing.

Unknowingly, the pasha who drank too much alcohol rose up, his cheeks were pink, his eyes were moist, his two tiger ears drooped drunkenly, and from time to time he suddenly raised his vigilance, and then slowly fell down.

"I still remember... the first time I saw you..."

Pasha, whose speech was getting more and more slurred, looked at the swaying Resid in a daze, and reached out to touch it as if attracted by the baby's blue eyes that looked like a clear universe.

"...I was thinking...why people's eyes...are so beautiful..."

"That's because you always imagined me too perfect."

"certainly not……"

The half-closed eyelids drooped heavily.

Unfinished words become ravings.

Reyde grabbed the palm that was falling in front of his face, quietly looked at Pasha who was about to fall asleep, got up and dragged him into his arms and put him on the bed.

The thick mattress sank people soundlessly, and Resid pressed on Pasha's body, looking down at the people below.

The curly short orange hair that is easy to touch at first glance is messy.

Her honey-colored cheeks were a drunken red from the tip of her nose.

The half-closed eyes reflected Leyde's face ignorantly, and the water mist applied a lovely film on it, which wet the eyelashes.

The tiger's ears, which are always energetic and vigilant, are pursed back, and the paralyzed and overly clingy tail is just like its owner, trying to climb on Reyed's leg, stick it on it, and then slide it aside.

"Resid..."

Pasha smacked his lips, and then showed a four-pointed canine-toothed smile at the person above him, and stretched out his hands to hug him.

That look is so cute.

It's so cute that people have extreme thoughts, wanting to ravage him and make him cry.

Reyed bowed his head obediently, letting the drunk hug his neck, bit the furry ear on the left, and pressed his palm against the skin along the hem of the rolled-up clothes.

"No! It hurts..."

Pasha shuddered, flicking his ears desperately.

But soon the pain will go away.

The fluff was wet, and the warm air was blowing, and the rustling sound came from the pointed ear to the inside of the ear, and after being let go, the wind blew it coldly.

Someone raised his head and looked over, Pasha, who was not clear in his mind, blinked.

The coral fleece pajama pants were taken off.

Because of his blinking, the other party started pecking and kissing the corner of his eyes again and again, causing him to close one eye in fear.

The strength that was deliberately controlled was as if... it was about to be eaten...

"Do not……"

His legs were pressed together, and Pasha, who had a feeling of resistance, frowned and pushed his chest, but he heard the other party's voice was still familiar with indifference, and there was a slight tremor.

"I won't go in...don't be afraid..."

【The author has something to say】:.

I didn't do it when I asked, ahem, I only used my legs.

The cold is still bad, and my car seems to be delayed...

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