I'm Using the Interstellar Live Broadcast to Raise Cubs

Chapter 92: Fireworks

Gu YuMian, “The royal family… What do you mean?”

Shuo Han, “…”

For a while, he was so pleased that he let it slip.

“…”

Half an hour later, the moon of the Ancient Earth was gentle.

All the guests were scattered in several tree holes. The nearest one to Gu YuMian was their tree hole with Guo Shi’er. Obviously, these big children and little children were very excited tonight because they finally met Gu YuMian. From time to time, there were whispers of discussion and laughter.

After that, there was even snoring from the koala in the tree a little further away.

The two ladies, the rabbit and the Red Crowned Crane, prepared a sleeping mask.

Under the big tree near the river sat Gu YuMian and Shuo Han.

Gu YuMian sighed.

I will definitely remember this day for my whole life, Gu YuMian thought. There are so many things that happened on this day.

——I met the children of the Guo family.

——Felt love for the first time.

——Well, cross species love.

And at the end of the day, there were surprises.

The person he loved was the emperor.

The legendary SSS level spiritual power, who was only 20-years-old when he went on the front lines, spent seven years to defeat the Zerg, and spent one year eliminating the previous iron-blooded Emperor.

The controversy around him was as famous as his effort in war. In this interstellar age, no one on the Internet dared to mention his name or spread even a picture about him in private.

Such a legendary emperor was his boyfriend.

Gu YuMian had kept him for such a long time, and his belly had been rubbed. He had delicious food to eat and drink. In addition to the vinegar essence, he would be ‘ferocious’ at ordinary times.

Gu YuMian reached out and took a handful of water from the cool stream, “I want to be quiet about our relationship.”

Shuo Han mumbled. “Why be quiet?”

Gu YuMian, “…”

He was too old-fashioned. Now he felt a cold sweat on his back.

“All in all, I —” In the middle of the sentence, suddenly Gu YuMian’s voice became smaller. He looked at Shuo Han for a moment, put the back of his hand on the man’s forehead, thought about it, and asked softly, “Aren’t you afraid?”

Shuo Han was actually calm.

At least not as nervous as the time when he was exposed as not being a real cub. When he narrated his identity, his tone was very flat, like he was talking about a stranger.