innocent catcher

Duret tossed and turned on the bed, playing in his head the way Eggsy looked at him—wet, pathetic, like a puppy—on loop.

Am I doing something wrong?Dulet began to reflect seriously, but Eggsy was already a big child, an adult male creature!He should have his own territory, not squeezed into a bed with himself.

During the five years Eggsy went to school, Durrett gave their cabin a serious renovation.

He doubled the size of the foundation and added another floor to it, dedicated to housing the various trophies Eggsy had won at the Academy of Magic over the years—like any proud parent would.

At the same time, this eccentric dragon also dug a cellar for himself, and put a handicraft car from the East in it.

Weaving wheels controlled by magic have long been popularized, but Duret thinks that hand-woven fabrics have more emotional connotations, which is not surprisingly ridiculed by Lilith.

"Admit it, you just like knitting clothes!" The witch didn't mean to mock her friend's hobby, and even sent a thick stack of pattern books a few days later.

Duret, who had originally planned that Eggsy would have a foothold in the capital, did not expect the other party to come back at first, but when Eggsy came to visit him one time, he talked about his future career choices. , expressed a strong desire to "go back to the cabin in the woods", and said "because I hope to be with Duret forever".

——Although I repeatedly warned myself not to think too much, it was just a natural attachment to the cubs, and at that time Dulet still couldn't help but blush a little.

With the idea of ​​"we must create the best environment for Eggsy!", Duret put great enthusiasm into the repair and decoration of the cottage.

—so much so that, to be honest, Eggsy must admit that when he arrived at the door, he almost didn't dare to recognize it as his own.

When Duret fell off the edge of the bed for the third time, he finally decided to get up and go to Eggsy's room to see if the little one was sleeping soundly in the new bed.

The weather is not warm enough, and at night, you have to put on a blanket to keep the blood in your legs from freezing cold.

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——"Eggsy?" The cat squatting at the door seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and when it was hugged tightly by Duret, it couldn't help shivering when it touched Duret's warm skin, "Why did you run here? coming?"

Eggsy, who had turned into a prototype, seemed to be determined to be coquettish to the end today, not only contributing her soft belly, but also grabbing Duret's hand with her paws and letting him scratch her chin.

The dune cat's fur is rich enough, but Duret still feels bad, Eggsy is not frozen anywhere!

Putting the kitten under the quilt, Duret got out of bed and started to light the fire. After a while, the heat in the whole room was steaming, making people feel warm.

He pulled the pillow up a bit so that he could half sit on the bed. Eggsy, who was in his arms, was gnawing on his fingers intently. The kid was going to act like a spoiled child today, but he seemed to be sulking at Dulet and resenting him. Isolate myself to sleep on the other side, so he doesn't talk, just doesn't want to talk, and only allows Duret to rub his stomach.

"Doo duo!" There was a knock on the downstairs door.

Dulet took the hand on his waist away in a daze, "Eggsy..."

Eggsy, who had turned back into a human form after sleeping halfway, was embracing him at the moment, making it difficult for him to turn over, "Eggsy, take your hands away..."

Both of them slept too late last night, so that the sun had passed through the window, casting a small spot of light on the wall, and Dulet hadn't woken up yet!

Mother Goose—or Grandma Goose to be precise—was waiting patiently at the door for 5 minutes before she welcomed Duret, who had disheveled hair and flushed cheeks.

"Oh little Eggsy!" She looked at the young man who was hugging Dulet's waist and knocked his chin on the other's shoulder, "You're back!"

After greeting the enthusiastic lady, Eggsy, who was proud of her handsome and tall appearance (including Dulet's praise), took the egg basket in Duret's hand, and put it together with a smile. In the past, I gave the other party a good morning kiss, "Good morning Durrett!"

Then when the other party froze there for a while, blushing like tomato soup that was about to boil, he happily went to wash up.

News of little Eggsy's return soon spread throughout the woods.

Too good popularity means an endless stream of visiting people who almost make the corners of their mouths stiffen from laughing——Durett thought a little weakly, he couldn't even find time to talk to Eggsy about his big Now, you shouldn't kiss yourself casually like you did when you were a child.

"Eggsy!" The drunk Mr. Pigeon patted Eggsy's shoulder vigorously with his wings, "You should learn to drink when you are an adult!" He tried to pour a barrel of fine wine into Eggsy.

"Okay." Eggsy quietly signaled Duret from behind, asking him to inform Mr. Carrier Pigeon's wife to send the staggered drunk home, and blinked at Duret, "Look, I I'm an adult! I can drink now! Everyone says so!"

Therefore, when Dulet invited Mrs. Pigeon, he found that Eggsy had buried under the table with Mr. Pigeon's head.

——He seems to have forgotten to say that the wine has been brewed for a long time.

Drunk Eggsy is like a little fool, and when Dulet cleaned up the house and came to him and poked little Eggsy's cheek on the table, he just "hummed" like a pig With a sound.

Between cleaning the house and carrying Eggsy back upstairs to wash and stuff it into the bed, and then cleaning again, Duret chose the latter without hesitation.

In the past, Eggsy always asked him to buy a magic broom so he wouldn't have to clean up—but he just liked the feeling of doing housework!Although it's a little embarrassing to say it, but cleaning the house to make it sparkling and sparkling is not a problem for Dulet at all, but it's fun.

Now, although the other party also understands his hobbies, Eggsy will inevitably snatch away the housework he is doing in a complaining and coquettish tone when he is seen. Although it seems to relieve Duret's burden, but The truth is that the quality of the chores done by Eggsy has always been somewhat subpar, and in fact that would be an understatement, requiring someone to do it all over again is the correct way to describe it.

Still, the feeling of being cared for and loved isn't bad, Durett thought.

——Even if the price is to spend several times more time on housework.

Eggsy, who refused to change back to human form yesterday and used her soft fur and thick pads to act like a baby, refused to change back to cat form today, which exhausted Duret.

On the one hand, he is happy that Eggsy's figure is really good and strong, but on the other hand, Duret is also worried about what can be called an adult—or the faint aura exuded from a mature Eggsy. A sense of oppression, and feel a little strange.

Such strangeness reached its peak when Duret accidentally touched Eggsy's chest when he was stuffing him under the covers.

Obviously, there are a lot of sufficient and rich exercises to make the chest muscles so full. Duret thought a little jealously that he would never be able to exercise—of course, he also admitted with shame that he had time to do sports and exercise. , he would rather stay by the loom, wrestling with the shuttle and the thread.

But that’s okay, it’s enough to have one powerful person in the family, not to mention, my hobbies also brought all the fabrics to the family—from quilts to sofa cushions, all of which are made by Dulet alone It's all arranged!He even designed small patterns to embroider on every item woven by his own hands.

—a hornless dragon with outstretched wings and a proud, head-high dune cat.

Dulet tucked up the quilt for Eggsy, and the bright moonlight streamed in from the window. With this little light, Duret could almost count the tiny fluff on the upper lip of little Eggsy that fluctuated with breathing.

Probably due to being drunk, Eggsy's face was a little red, and Dulet poked it a little funny, "Let you drink, you idiot!" Eggsy, who got up suddenly, hugged her tightly.

"Hey!" Dulet was a little dazed, little Eggsy hugged himself and didn't speak, like when he was a child when he was coquettish and asked Dulet to buy him candy, and buried his head in his neck, "What's the matter?"

Eggsy shook his head and said nothing.

With such an awkward posture, Duret can reach out and touch the little guy's head. Eggsy's hair is as smooth as the silver flowers flowing down the water in the summer stream-it is good for the throat when used for stewing soup up!

"Durett" Eggsy called his name, and brought Durett, who was caught in the question of "what kind of soup should we cook tomorrow?", back to reality.

"Huh?" He turned his head to look at Eggsy, and was kissed on the corner of his lips.

"???!!!"

Before Dulet asked in a surprised tone, Eggsy quickly stuffed his head back into the bed, leaving only a small opening for breathing, and said in a muffled voice, "This is not a goodnight kiss, I like it you du