Suddenly being pulled down, Miao Te found himself face-to-face with that extremely handsome face, still not fully processing the situation.
That low voice saying “I care” echoed in his ears, causing his heart to skip a beat, and his chest tightened instantly.
Those dark blue pupils, as if carrying a sky full of stars, reflected his face, focused, intense, with a scorching gaze that seemed as though it would consume him entirely.
He stared blankly into those deep eyes. The man’s gaze was too bright, too intense, filling his mind with those eyes, making him forget everything else for a moment.
The man’s grip on his arm loosened, raising his hand, his slender index finger slightly bent. His cool fingers gently brushed across the light pink mark on his cheek.
Though the skin was cool, when it brushed against his cheek, it felt like a hot iron, startling the teenager who quickly straightened up and took a step back.
He covered his face, specifically the side that had been brushed by Major General’s fingers. The spot beneath his hand felt intensely hot.
His face was now flushed deeply, yet he didnโt even know why it felt so hot, causing him to panic uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The room was so quiet, too quiet, leaving him unable to make a sound. He could only stare blankly into those dark blue eyes gazing at him.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang, shattering the awkward silence and relieving the bewildered teenager.
“Iโll get the door.”
He said, turning and almost running towards the door as if fleeing.
The Major General remained seated, watching the teenagerโs retreating figure, which unmistakably resembled someone fleeing in panic. His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
As soon as the door opened, Miao Te saw a young, handsome servant standing outside, bowing politely to him. The servant raised his hand, and two silver trays floating beside him flew towards Miao Te.
The trays held various exquisite dishes, releasing an enticing aroma.
“These are your meals.”
The servant said politely, bowing once more before leaving.
Miao Te closed the door, and the two metal trays moved independently. One flew steadily to the Major General seated on the sofa, while the other obediently followed Miao Te.
Once Miao Te sat on the sofa opposite the Major General, the tray lowered to just the right height so that Miao Te could reach it comfortably.
After all that fuss, he was already hungry, so as soon as the meal arrived, Miao Te unceremoniously picked up his knife and fork and began eating.
The meal looked exquisite and appetizing, but he wasnโt sure how it would taste.
As the teenager thought this, he took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He had always thought the food in the interstellar era tasted quite bizarre, so he hadnโt expected much from the dish at firstโbut now he knew that interstellar cuisine still had hope.
Royalty was royalty, after all. Though these dishes still didnโt compare to Earthโs delicacies, compared to what heโd been eating on the ship, Miao Te was moved to the verge of tears.
For one, he was already hungry, and two, the meal tasted excellent. The teenager nearly devoured it all.
A few minutes later, as soon as he set down his knife and fork, the metal tray flew out of the open window on its own. Miao Te reclined on the soft sofa, feeling fully satisfied, and even the dull ache in his left shoulder seemed to ease.
But he hadnโt enjoyed the comfort for long before something felt off.
Looking up, he was surprised.
“Arenโt you eating?”
He asked.
The other metal tray hovered steadily in front of the Major General, with the meal still looking as exquisite as before. Even the knife and fork beside it remained untouched.
The Major General just sat there across from him, completely still, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
At Miao Te’s question, Major General Taylor lifted his head and glanced at him but didnโt answer. Instead, he looked down at his right hand.
Miao Te realized this immediately and regretted it terribly. He had hit the sore spotโthe Major Generalโs right hand was wrapped in a ball of liquid for healing, making it impossible to use a knife and fork.
“Uh, so, the elemental liquidโฆ?”
He remembered that the Major General didnโt like eating meals and preferred drinking that elemental liquid, which was almost like engine oil.
If it were that stuff, itโd be much easierโjust unscrew the cap and pour it into his mouth.
“Didnโt bring it.”
The Major General replied.
“Thenโฆ should I ask the servant to switch it to porridge or something?”
That way, no knife or fork would be neededโhe could just use a spoon with his left hand.
“No need.”
“But how will you eat like this?” the teenager asked, troubled. “Your right hand canโt move.”
The Major General glanced at Miao Te.
“You have hands.”
He said lightly.
“Huh?”
Whatโs the point of me having hands? Iโm not the one eating it. Youโre the one who has to take it.
Could it be that you’re going to use my hands as your ownโ
…Wait a minute.
The teenager suddenly realized.
The Major Generalโs words were simple but very clear.
Miao Teโs hands could be used, but his own couldnโt, so naturally, that meant Miao Te had to feed him.
Major General, is it really okay for you to so confidently ask someone else to feed you?
Donโt you feel embarrassed at all?
Just imagining himself feeding the Major General made Miao Te feel extremely uncomfortable.
“Isn’t this… a bit inappropriate?”
The teenager said, his mouth twitching.
“Oh.”
The Major General didnโt insist. He simply gave a faint “oh” and said, “Take it away.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the metal tray that had been motionless in front of him began to move and obediently flew toward the open window.
“Wait, waitโhold on!”
Miao Te reached out and grabbed the tray that was about to fly away.
Major General Taylor was already injured. If he didnโt eat to replenish his energy, the wounds would take even longer to heal.
Thinking this, he glanced at the Major Generalโs right hand, seeing the shocking, bone-deep wound in his palm, and his heart softened.
The Major General had suffered such a severe injury just to save him, and now he was hesitating over something as simple as feeding him. It felt like he was letting the Major General down.
The other person was an injured patient. He shouldnโt overthink it; he just needed to treat it as taking care of a wounded person.
Building up his mental fortitude, Miao Te picked up the knife and fork, cut off a slice of meat, dipped it in the sauce, and brought the fork to the Major Generalโs mouth.
Although he kept telling himself he was just caring for an injured person, his movements were still extremely stiff, and he practically held his breath as he slowly moved the fork to the Major Generalโs mouth.
He glanced at the Major Generalโs face.
The Major General sat there quietly, his eyes slightly lowered. His long eyelashes cast a rosy shadow on his icy skin.
His pitch-black hair, as dark as the deepest night, draped across his cheek, creating a striking contrast against his snow-white skin.
His pale lips were thin, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window, with a pearly sheen.
For some reason, Miao Te suddenly felt his face heat up. He inexplicably became embarrassed and didnโt dare look at that incredibly handsome face again. He just lowered his eyes to make sure the fork had reached the Major Generalโs mouth, then quickly averted his gaze to the side.
Moving too quickly, he missed the faint upward curve at the Major Generalโs lips.
The cold, thin lips parted, revealing snow-white teeth.
Major General Taylor opened his mouth, just about to bite into the food brought to his lipsโ
Smack!
The door suddenly slammed open, and a red-haired man, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, appeared in the doorway, shouting.
“BOSS, are you alright? I heard you and that kid was attacked! How are you?! Are the injuries serious? Iโllโ”
The rest of Robinโs sentence caught in his throat.
His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the scene of the teenager feeding his bossโan image so shocking that his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Under Robin’s almost terrified gaze, Miao Teโs face flushed red in an instant.
He quickly set down the fork and stood up abruptly.
“Iโd better get some porridge,” he said, his face flushed. “Itโs easier to digest.”
As he spoke, he hurried over and rushed past the dumbfounded Robin standing in the doorway.
No, noโdonโt go! Keep going! Pretend I wasnโt here!
Watching Miao Te leave, the red-haired Major finally snapped out of it and mentally wailed in despair.
“Iโll go with you!”
He said this while preparing to follow.
But the cold voice that came from behind made his legs freeze in place.
“Robin, come here.”
The Major General, still sitting on the sofa, said in a flat tone, revealing no emotion.
Do you know what true despair is?
At this moment, this was the only thought echoing in Robinโs mind.
Wiping his face forcefully, the red-haired Major turned back with great difficulty and took a deep breath.
He trudged heavily towards his boss, looking utterly tragic.
BOSS, please go easy on me, whimper(T/N: raws says: yฤซng yฤซng ).
Letโs not mention the inhuman, brutal scolding Robin endured. Anyway, the meat porridge Miao Te sent over was left untouched by the Major General, and both it and the original meal were taken away as they were.
Then, the Major General casually pulled out a thumb-sized vial of elemental liquid with his left hand and drank it.
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Translated by NightOwll
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