Stop Eyeing My Pretty Caretaker - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Jian Chen’s heart was in complete disarray.

Perhaps subconsciously, he had always assumed Yesting didn’t have those kinds of… needs, or even desires. After all, the man’s image and the aura he exuded were more like an unblemished, exquisitely crafted, cold-blooded machine.

How could a machine have human desires?

As it turned out, Jian Chen was wrong.

It took him an entire night to realize just how colossally wrong he had been.

…

Perhaps he hadn’t seriously considered it before:

What exactly does a 100% compatibility rate mean?

According to the database, it meant an absolute match in terms of personality, appearance, family background, age, and other rigid criteria. After today, Jian Chen realized that a new line should probably be added to that list:

Absolute physical synergy.

While the first few categories might have been somewhat hit-or-miss for the two of them, when it came to their intimate life, Jian Chen could state with absolute certainty that they were… 100% compatible.

The night crept quietly through the window, catching a glimpse of a corner in the darkness.

In a brief interval of conscious clarity, Jian Chen glanced at his watch.

3:30 AM.

“…”

Jian Chen bit his lip, his neck slowly turning crimson.

He thought to himself that regarding the matter of “marital obligations,” he would need to have a talk with Yesting tomorrow morning.

The Next Morning

The morning sunlight outside slowly crawled over the edge of the bed, uncovering a messy corner of the room, the furniture gleaming under the light. Jian Chen’s eyelashes fluttered, and in a daze, he half-woke up.

His first reaction: his eyes felt swollen, and the corners of his eyes stung slightly.

Before he even had a chance to look in the mirror, panic set in. He wondered: This won’t affect my return to the research institute for work today, will it?

Moreover, his throat was incredibly dry; he was severely dehydrated.

And finally…

Jian Chen was finally fully awake.

The first thing he saw in his field of vision was a small, lightweight robot by the bedside.

It had a square head with rounded corners, and the electronic expression on its face displayed a “crying.jpg” emoji.

This was the most common type of household robot in this era. They were primarily used for cleaning, organizing, delivering items to the owner, looking after children, monitoring for fires, and even performing some simple manual tasks.

The “crying” expression it was currently showing was an intelligent display typically triggered after a long period of cleaning work.

It was currently hanging its head.

Silently cleaning up the “debris” on the floor.

As Jian Chen looked at those traces, his face instantly felt like it was on fire.

“I’m sorry,” Jian Chen’s lips trembled as he spoke to the robot: “Thank you for your hard work”

Only after speaking did he realize his voice was completely raspy.

The robot paused, and the electronic expression on its forehead changed to a “smiley face”: “You’re welcome, you’re welcome.”

“…”

While it was a good thing to fulfill one’s duties diligently, the man was perhaps… a bit too dedicated. Even if it was a marital obligation, there was no need to go to such lengths.

It wasn’t necessary.

Really wasn’t necessary.

It’s not like anyone is going to give us a certificate of merit for it.

Before falling into a stupor last night, Jian Chen had begun to seriously and silently worry about his future married life.

As his thoughts drifted, the hand on his waist suddenly moved.

It was Yesting’s hand.

Seemingly awakened by the sound of Jian Chen speaking, the owner of that large hand woke up as well. Jian Chen stiffened, thinking the man would quickly let go, but instead, that hand slowly… tightened its grip.

Jian Chen’s body shivered.

He was pulled even tighter into the man’s embrace.

He felt the heavy, stifling warmth of the man’s body heat, and the back of his neck began to burn as well.

Jian Chen bit his lip slightly and whispered: “Yesting…”

The person behind him was finally fully awake.

Jian Chen could tell because the hand on his waist stiffened and then slowly let go.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but Yesting, with his eyes half-open, looked somewhat cold and lethargic. His grey-gold eyes, usually so distinct, were now reflecting the morning light, making the gold appear more prominent.

He looked like a noble beast, lazily licking its fur after a full meal.

Jian Chen felt a bit apologetic.

How could I compare him to an animal?

After all, a beast wouldn’t keep someone awake until three in the morning.

Jian Chen pursed his lips bitterly.

Just then, Jian Chen’s watch suddenly began to chime.

Both of them heard it. Jian Chen blinked, swiped his watch, and a clear light screen instantly projected in front of him, emitting a pale glow.

Dun Dun appeared in the frame.

The little fellow was already awake and let out a yawn, revealing a tiny pink tongue. It let out a soft cry, its nose twitching.

However, realizing it couldn’t see the familiar figure it expected, Dun Dun gripped the edge of its enclosure with its two small paws, its sleepy, dark-circled eyes searching left and right with a look of utter confusion.

I almost forgot! Dun Dun!

Normally at this time, Jian Chen would have already been up, lifting Dun Dun out of the square enclosure and going to the kitchen to boil milk.

To think… because of that kind of thing, he let the child miss his mealtime. Jian Chen was overwhelmed with guilt. He sat up, scratched his hair, and said to Yesting: “I’m going to check on Dun Dun.”

The man paused slightly and gave a low “Mm.”

His voice was a bit deep.

Jian Chen wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but Yesting seemed unhappy?

Determined to get to the next room quickly, Jian Chen didn’t think much of it, assuming Yesting just had morning grumpiness. He stretched out his toes and found his slippers. Just as he was about to get out of bed, the moment his calves exerted strength to support him on the floor—

The next second, Jian Chen fell off the bed.

“?”

He was completely stunned.

The current situation… could it be… his legs had actually gone weak?

After a few seconds, redness spread all the way to the tips of his ears.

This was too embarrassing.

Being “done” to the point of having weak legs and being unable to walk—was this for real?

And to show such a pathetic state right in front of the man… Jian Chen didn’t even look back. He struggled to stand up, feeling as though his remaining shred of masculinity had vanished.

But at the very least, he could pretend nothing happened and continue out the door.

Before he could steady himself, however, he suddenly felt his body go airborne.

“!”

Hard, firm arms slid under his knees. Surrounded by a familiar scent, Jian Chen found himself being picked up by the man.

Jian Chen’s heart hammered violently against his eardrums.

“That… Yesting.” Jian Chen’s voice was frantic, a sense of helplessness surfacing for the first time.

Yesting remained expressionless and silent. Even while carrying him, he didn’t seem to be struggling at all. The man placed him back on the bed but didn’t leave; instead, he leaned down in front of him and put the fallen slippers back onto Jian Chen’s bare feet.

In a magnetic, indifferent tone with a hint of inquiry, he asked: “You can’t walk?”

Jian Chen’s face was scorching: “No.”

“I was just in a bit of a hurry to see Dun Dun.”

He silently tried to salvage his dignity.

Yesting raised his eyes imperceptibly. When Jian Chen was explaining, even the tips of his ears were red, and he refused to look Yesting in the eye.

The corners of the man’s mouth twitched slightly—a movement he didn’t even notice himself.

“I’ll go,” Yesting said.

At this, a deep sense of worry surged within Jian Chen.

So much so that even after he managed to struggle into his clothes, get dressed, move around a bit, and tentatively walk out of the bedroom, he couldn’t see the man or the cub anywhere.

Jian Chen admitted it—he panicked.

Dun Dun… is still alive, right?

Walking downstairs, Jian Chen heard a sound.

It came from the kitchen.

The air was slowly filled with the faint scent of milk—the familiar scent of Dun Dun’s milk powder.

Then, he saw it in the living room. Not far from the sofa, the morning light spilled over the man’s shoulders, illuminating floating dust motes. In his crisp black military uniform, Yesting was holding the cub in one arm while using the other hand to grasp his tie, his long index finger pushing the knot upward.

His heart skipped a beat for some reason.

Jian Chen felt that he would probably never forget this image for the rest of his life.

Then, Yesting began to pick up the bottle to feed Dun Dun.

The scene was surprisingly gentle and harmonious.

Suddenly, Jian Chen felt that Yesting was quite reliable after all.

The previous “neck-lock” incident had given Jian Chen some unwarranted prejudices.

However, Dun Dun, who was being fed, was a little… off.

For instance, he wasn’t crying or fussing. Throughout the entire process, his round eyes were wide open and his limbs were motionless. He allowed himself to be handled, as obedient as a toy bear.

If one looked closely, they could see the red panda cub’s two hind legs, resting on Yesting’s shoulder, trembling slightly.

Jian Chen: “…”

How should he remind Yesting?

Should he even remind Yesting?

Jian Chen deliberated for a moment but didn’t speak.

It wasn’t new for Dun Dun to be timid. This was his first time being held by a stranger, and that stranger was Yesting—it would be more shocking if he didn’t shake.

After all, getting familiar with someone is a process.

Jian Chen thought about it; this was also Yesting’s first time being a father. To be able to do this much was already quite impressive.

Then, he saw the cap of the baby bottle in Yesting’s hand fall off.

Milk instantly splashed all over the red panda cub’s face.

Jian Chen: “…”

Good grief, he just gave the cub a milk facial.