Pitiful Widower (29)

What...

Xue Ci clearly remembered that he was a widow.

My husband has been dead for quite some time now.

But the man in front of her looked very young and strong, not at all like the short-lived, dead husband she had imagined.

"You like spicy diced chicken, but you can't handle spicy food, and you also like pork ribs."

"You love all kinds of flowers, and your skin is sensitive and delicate; it reddens easily if you touch it."

"You clutch your clothes when you're nervous, and you bite your lip when you're thinking."

Bill looked at him: "Like this—"

Xue Ci lost in thought.

The first two dishes are correct.

It must be her husband.

As for why the husband is still alive...

He thought that perhaps he had traveled to a timeline that was earlier than expected, and that he was still alive at this point.

Xue Ci believed it almost instantly, and slowly said "Oh".

Feeling uncomfortable under the man's intense gaze, he was afraid the man would realize he didn't have that memory.

Fortunately, Bill spoke up first, "You've had amnesia once before too."

Xue Ci followed up, "I see... I really don't remember who my husband is."

He raised his eyes, the corners of which turned up, a perfect blend of innocence and allure on his face.

My stomach betrayed me and broke the silence.

I'm a little hungry.

Xue Ci's eyelashes were long and curled, and when she spoke softly and gently, it was enough to melt one's bones.

Bill paused for a moment, then calmly composed himself. "Let's go eat."

Xue Ci, like a stray cat that has found a long-term meal ticket, followed him enthusiastically and clingily.

He didn't know that these kittens, after being raised to be plump and white, would be pressed down on the bed and have their bellies sucked hard.

"H-H-H-..." Xue Ci still couldn't bring herself to call him "husband," "Bill, do we live here?"

The use of "we" made Bill's lips curl into a smile, "Yeah, a twenty-minute walk."

It seems you're very familiar with this place.

Bill was very tall and seemed unapproachable, but I chatted with him quite a few times along the way.

Ask him how many people he still remembers, and what things he remembers from the past.

"I don't remember any of it..." Xue Ci said, then, as if remembering something, quickly added, "I remember castles, are there any very tall castles around here?"

Bill stayed there, then denied it. "This town is run-down; there's no castle."

Xue Ci disappointedly, "Then where will we stay?"

Bill pointed to the slums not far away.

Following the direction, Xue Ci saw a cluster of low houses, densely packed together, their crowding palpable even from a distance.

It's the complete opposite of a castle.

It seems she married a poor man this time.

Xue Ci nervously, "How much property do we have now?"

Bill gave all the money he had earned from his part-time jobs to his partner on the night of their birthday kiss, leaving him with no savings.

I'm currently short of money.

His expression stiffened; fearing Xue Ci wouldn't acknowledge him as her poor, penniless husband, he said tactfully, "... not much."

Xue Ci anxiously, "Is that enough for our dinner tonight?"

Bill almost laughed at his tone, "Of course it's enough, enough for ten days' worth of dinners."

Xue Ci was easily satisfied.

He smiled demurely and reached out to take Bill's hand.

Bill froze as a soft touch suddenly came to his palm. By the time he realized what was happening, the warmth had already seeped into his skin.

This feeling is very subtle.

It felt like being nuzzled by a kitten that usually ignores you.

At that moment, Bill felt like he was about to ascend to heaven.

He couldn't believe how happy his life would be if Xue Ci loved him.

Of course, Bill didn't dare to ask for so much all at once. He was impersonating Xue Ci's husband and was initially uneasy, but after walking hand in hand for a while, he felt that it was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

Imagine Xue Ci into my arms, tilting her head back and calling out to her husband in a sweet, affectionate way.

Or perhaps she'll initiate a kiss on the cheek.

Or perhaps she deliberately mounts him, even though she's exhausted, she bites her lip and cries while satisfying herself.

Just thinking about it makes Bill incredibly happy.

His dream is about to come true—of course, the most urgent task right now is to move as soon as possible.

Bill had considered moving before; his savings were enough to buy a decent little house in the town's apartment complex. He enthusiastically brought it up with Xue Ci, only to be annoyed by her indifferent attitude, and never pursued the matter further. After Xue Ci got married, he never considered moving again; a bachelor can live anywhere.

This time it's different.

Xue Ci needs to live in a big house, needs sunshine, and likes flowers.

Bill wedged his young wife's fingers together, holding her tightly in his hand.

Xue Ci puzzled, but seeing him lower his head, she gave him a faint smile.

Bill was getting dizzy.

Perhaps he was born looking just like Xue Ci's husband.

No, Xue Ci has only ever had one husband.

Of course, moving so quickly was partly due to the poor environment, but also partly because Lucius knew the place.

Once one dog shows up, other stray dogs will soon follow the scent.

In the short ten-minute journey, Xue Ci's initial tentative approach gradually turned into her current critical attitude.

"I haven't eaten all day and I want some hot noodle soup, preferably tomato and egg noodles with sesame oil and chopped green onions."

He made this demanding request in a small Europe town, but Bill agreed without hesitation.

It seems her husband usually spoils her.

Bill said there was nowhere to buy tomato and egg noodles and they would have to make them themselves, so the two went into a supermarket. Bill was worried that Xue Ci would go hungry, so he bought some bread to fill her stomach first.

Without hesitation, he chose the most expensive one.

Xue Ci watched in horror.

--No wonder he's squandered all his money, being so wasteful.

Bill was unaware of Xue Ci's true thoughts. Thinking of the slums, he put on a baseball cap and earplugs.

When they were almost home, he covered Xue Ci's face completely with his hat and plugged her ears to avoid hearing the filthy words of those disgusting bachelors.

However, these people didn't need to look at faces; they automatically located Xue Ci's distance, just like dogs.

How can she still look so innocent after hooking up with so many men?

"What perfume are you wearing? Did you do it on purpose?"

Xue Ci couldn't hear anything and was escorted home by Bill.

My home... is really small and cramped.

It's better than sleeping in a cardboard box.

Perhaps because he was too hungry and tired, Xue Ci didn't bother to search the room carefully for any traces of their stay. He followed Bill to the stove, pacing back and forth like a stumbling kitten.

Bill had to be careful not to bump into anyone while making noodles.

The space was too small, so the two of them would inevitably come into physical contact.

As soon as the pot of noodles was cooked, the veins on Bill's neck bulged out.

Xue Ci starving and ate very quickly; the taste of the noodle soup made him feel happy. After eating, he rested for a while and then started to feel sleepy, so Bill urged him to take a shower.

The bathroom was simple, but the shower gel had a scent he liked.

Xue Ci washed up quickly and immediately wrapped herself in the blanket as soon as she came out.

Bill didn't disturb him, quietly tidying up the kitchen, taking a shower, and making his bed on the floor.

Just as I was about to turn off the light, a fluffy head poked out from under the thin blanket.

Her voice was muffled, with a nasal tone that suggested she was still half-asleep. "Honey, do you want to come up and sleep with me?"

That one word, "husband," made Bill stand up.

The heat that had just been relieved by cold water instantly returned.

He stared at the warm, glutinous rice ball on the bed, its mind hazy with sleep, suppressing his desire.

His tone was restrained. "The bed is too small, if you're sleepy, then—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Ci wrapped herself up tightly again with a relieved expression.

"..."

So she just wanted me to stay away from her bed.

Bill chuckled softly.

Still Xiao Bai.

He turned off the light and lay down on the edge of the bed. His body was already exhausted from searching for Xue Ci day and night.

Hearing the soft breathing of the person next to me felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart.

... But I still can't sleep.

How can you smell so good?

Did you not use the same shower gel?

Bill was restless and agitated.

The aroma filled my nostrils.

late at night.

Xue Ci asleep when she felt someone crowding around her, and she mumbled a few words of annoyance.

The bed was too small; it was only Bill enough for a tall man like Bill to sleep alone.

Xue Ci was squeezed so tightly that she looked rather pitiful.

"Sleep on me, wife." Bill was completely shameless.

Xue Ci let him hug her.

Bill's muscles were very flexible, and lying on them was definitely much better than on a hard bed.

Xue Ci rubbed her face against the other person's chest with satisfaction.

Half a minute later.

Bill felt someone moving around on top of him, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Not sleepy anymore?"

"I feel uncomfortable," Xue Ci complained. "My stomach hurts from being poked in something."

Author's Note:

The previous chapter has been expanded by 4000 words.

And in the next chapter, let's eat the kitten!

She wrote that she felt very happy when her baby was being cared for. [Pity][Pity][Pity]