I Am the Cutest in the Universe

Chapter 14

The next day—

The artificial sun had been hanging in the sky for a long time.

The time displayed on the light brain was nearly eleven o'clock.

Sivir was fully dressed, and he touched the ground on one knee, half-kneeling before Tu Mianmian to button the last button on his shirt.

Tu Mianmian was drowsy. His waist and legs were aching as he sat on the bed and allowed Sivir to dress him.

The Duke was serving someone for the first time.

From rusty at the beginning to handy at the end—after dressing up his little 'madam' neatly and delicately from start to finish, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

He got up and placed a kiss on Tu Mianmian's forehead, "Mianmian, you can have your favorite corn for lunch."

Tu Mianmian raised his head and glanced at him resentfully, "Hmph."

Dog man. (T/N: basically slang for 'beast')

Don't think that I will forgive you easily.

"There are also cloud cakes, milk sachets, and sweet milk."

Sivir's emerald-green eyes were full of smiles and tenderness, "The carrots you tasted on the show yesterday are also on the table for lunch today."

He bent down and stroked the corner of Tu Mianmian's eyes, remembering how Mianmian's eyes turned red last night.

Sivir taught himself without a teacher, adding a new skill—he coaxed his little husband tenderly, "It's all your favorite food."

He brushed his hand through Tu Mianmian's hair, "Go down for lunch?"

Mianmian hummed.

Sivir knew he had agreed.

Holding Tu Mianmian by the hand, he walked out of the bedroom.

The Duke had just pushed the door out when he saw Judy waiting in the corridor with another maid.

Facing the outsiders, Sivir's smile receded and he returned to his usual expressionless and indifferent face, "What?"

Judy dared not look directly at His Grace, took a step back, and said honestly, "Lunch is ready. Butler Anderson asked us to inform His Grace. What time will you eat?"

Sivir uttered a "hmm" and said, "Let's have the meal now."

Behind the Duke, Tu Mianmian walked over.

Mianmian didn't have a peaceful life last night, and even though the Duke slept in with him all morning, he was still so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

With his eyes closed shut, he followed Sivir's footsteps.

But, he didn't know that Sivir had suddenly stopped at the door, so he bumped into Sivir's back.

Tu Mianmian was stunned, and a trace of confusion appeared on his sleepy face.

Then, he lowered his head, and rubbed his cheek plastered against Sivir's back, like a coquettish and complaining little animal.

Sivir immediately turned around, reaching out to rub Tu Mianmian's forehead.

The stern profile still had no extra expression, but the eyes and hands were gentle.

Seeing this, Judy quickly left and signaled the maid behind her with a wink.

They turned around at the corner of the corridor, and could vaguely hear the Duke coaxing the Duchess behind them: "Mianmian..."