RALP Chapter 74.2

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Du You asks Ryan after a brief silence, “why are you here?”

Ryan should be working with his agent these days.

“It’s done, so I came back by myself.”

His sudden added work was some photoshoot with some magazine. Apparently they were impressed by his White Day advertisement and were trying hard to get Ryan to be their model.

It was late when he was finished with the last of it and the agent was suggesting that they sleep in a hotel for the night and drive Ryan back tomorrow, but Ryan declines.

“I wanted to see lover as soon as possible so I ran back by myself,” he says as he leans over to sniff Du You, “don’t worry, nobody saw me in the night; I was careful this time. And I have firmly remembered your scent.”

There are fewer people on the street compared to the day and it’s darker out. Also, he can firmly trace Du You now too.

He is confident that even if he had to look for his lover during the day he can accurately pinpoint where his lover is.

“I bought many sweets this time as well,” the werewolf is being supported by his powerful arms placed on either side of Du You. He looks mildly troubled, “I thought for a long time what you might need but I couldn’t come up with anything, so I bought the same thing.”

After that, he looks up at Du You, asking, “can you tell me directly what you need? I will get it for you.”

Du You falls into thought, murmuring, “what I need…”

He repeats what Ryan said in his murmur, as if asking, as if talking to himself.

He looks away from Ryan onto the sweets scattered about. Ryan sees it and immediately picks up a light green macaron, handing it over.

These are elegant looking sweets. Each one is separately packed in transparent plastic boxes, showcasing the delicacy inside.

It is a really beautiful Western confectionery. They can act as decorations on their own. Du You takes the one Ryan is holding, and opens its box as Ryan watches.

It is uniform in colour, with no markings. Du You takes a bite. Its shell is hard, though its inside is soft and smooth. The sound of him biting is quite notable in the complete silence.

Ryan asks, “how is it?”

It’s not the first time either of them has had this, but, perhaps to reaffirm himself, Ryan asks.

Du You replies, “it’s delicious.”

“Hehe,” Ryan chuckles. His tail is swinging up in response to the praise, “I will bring you more tasty food in the future,” he says, his eyes still fixed on Du You.

Though the sweets are tasty and quite attractive to him as well, but for the werewolf, compared to eating, he likes watching his lover happily eat ore.

It feels warm and fluffy in his heart just from watching him; so much so he feels as if they would overflow from his chest.

After one, Ryan picks up another one and hands it over, “here.”

So Du You eats another one.

But when he hands a third one over to him, Du You takes it but does not unwrap it.

Ryan glances at the confectionery and then back at Du You, “feeling stuffy?”

Du You shakes his head.

He wouldn’t get tired of any type of food. Though, what is strange is that he doesn’t feel much joy from eating. It feels like he is just mechanically repeating the action of eating.

If it was not Ryan but somebody else, they would probably be able to tell him this is called ‘loss of appetite.’

Though neither of them know that.

Ryan does notice something, however.

“Are you unhappy?”

Du You casts his glance slightly to the side, seemingly perplexed, “I don’t think I am.”

Ryan says, “but you don’t want to eat.”

Du You rubs his own belly through the quilt, “I might be full.”

Hearing that, Ryan also looks down, but he can’t see it through the quilt.

He raises his head back up, “was it because I woke you up in your sleep?”

Du You shakes his head, “I wasn’t asleep yet.”

Besides, he doesn’t have anything resembling a mood due to being woken up. Even if he was woken up from his sleep, he probably wouldn’t think anything of it.

Ryan is also flummoxed. He gives up on thinking, and decides to lower himself, lying onto Du You’s lap.

Werebeasts have higher body temperature than humans, so when he does that, even through the quilt and clothes, Du You can feel his warmth.

Ryan says, “I will turn into my beast form. If you pet me, you will feel better.”

Du You counters again, “I am not unhappy.”

But even so, he still reflexively furrows his brows slightly after saying that, perhaps at Ryan, or perhaps at his own, strange emotions.

Ryan does not mind, and smiles again, as his form changes.

He turns back into his beast form.

Not the usual miniature-pet version, but the original, white wolf form. He is over a metre tall when he stands on all fours, and he weighs quite a significant amount as well.

If it were any normal human, they’d probably immediately suffer fractured bones.

Though, at least for an enhanced non-human like Du You, it isn’t something he needs to worry about.

After that, Ryan leaps off the bed, and turns to snuggle against Du You’s hand with the tip of his nose.

After that, the white wolf digs his head down so that the hand moves along his head to the back. Rather than Du You petting him, it is more like him snuggling himself making Du You caress him.

The white fur is soft, long and warm, deep enough to bury Du You’s fingers inside. He can also feel the warm skin and flesh underneath, and the blood flowing inside.

Humans in this world seem to like fluffy things, like dogs and cats.

Du You wasn’t particularly interested himself, so even though Ryan has asked him to caress him many times before, he did what he asked without much thought.

But now, he seems to understand a little why humans like furry creatures so much.

It feels like touching a gently passing cloud; there seems to be a shock, or a spark that would start its way from his fingertips until it strikes right into the depths of his chest.

Du You quietly relaxes his hand, not retrieving it immediately as usual.

It actually feels quite nice.

“Thanks.” He tells Ryan.

The white wolf then tilts his head and extends his tongue out, licking him in the palm in response. After that, he raises his chin and puts it onto Du You’s lap. His face seems to be saying ‘you’re welcome.’

Du You puts his own hand onto the back of the white wolf’s neck, and they sit quietly for a while.

A windy night, a dark room; a wolf, a man. Nothing more, nothing less.

The window is wide open, letting fresh air in. The clock is still diligently tick-tocking along, but its sound seem crisper to his ears than before.

Cats and dogs are animals that can heal. Though Du You is not a human, he has human-like emotions and feelings; through this, those repeating images and sounds seem to quiet down slightly in his mind.

Even if only for now.

Soon, Du You can feel himself growing a bit hungry.

He looks back up at the mountain of colourful macarons.

Due to Ryan ripping the bags apart earlier, many of them have rolled off onto the thick carpet on the ground.

Du You then says, “I’ll make a small objective.”

Ryan tilts his head.

He continues, “I’ll finish this tonight,” he looks back down at the wolf, “it’s a macaron feast.”

Seemingly in support, the white wolf raises its head, and makes a joyous whimper.

Among Western confectioneries, macarons are often part of the necessities of a tea party.

Ladies of high society would chat while holding a cup of black tea in their hands. They would perhaps partake in one along with a single cup of tea through a whole hour of conversation.

Du You also makes some tea – the instant type.

There really were too many sweets. At least for Ryan it was; and they were making him stuffy by the end.

After having dozens of them, Ryan’s belly is visibly bulging. He is lying flat on the ground, apparently he would rather not see another single one of those for the night.

Then Du You finished the rest.

The clock has struck twelve and moved past it already. It is the next day.

While Du You was cleaning up, Ryan was following closely behind. After going back and forth a bit, they finally return back to Du You’s bedroom.

After a hearty meal, a good sleep should follow.

So Du You turns around and tells the werewolf still standing in the doorway, “good night.”

Ryan does not answer, instead, he is just looking quietly at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to sleep with you.”

His previous ventures have all been rebuffed, and Ryan is therefore not exactly hopeful for this time either.

As he thought, Du You is looking at him without answering.

Ryan feels like another ‘no’ would follow soon enough, and so his ears droop down. His tail is swinging low to-and-fro behind him, unenergetic.

Du You seems to be thinking, and is casting his eyes down on the ground. A bit later, he raises his head back up.

“Would it be better if I did that?”

Ryan “?”

“Recently, I seem to be always doing the wrong thing.” Du You says frankly.

He wants to do everything as best as he can, but it all seem to be backfiring.

Before, he could reject Ryan firmly, but now, he is not so sure.

He moves aside, taking a step back.

It looks like he’s allowing Ryan to go in, but Ryan isn’t exactly sure what he meant by those words, so he asks again, “are you agreeing to sleep with me?”

Du You asks, “will you be happy if I did?”

Ryan “…”

His heart was fluttering when he was eating macaron with his lover earlier; now, it feels like it has suddenly plunged into rock bottom.

Even though he himself doesn’t understand why, either.

Ryan answers, “I think I will be happy.”

He pauses, and continues, “but I don’t think I’m quite happy either.”

Du You “?”

Du You does not understand, nor does Ryan in any helpful way. Though what Ryan can do is to tell him all he is feeling.

He may not be flowery with words, but he is certainly confident.

Ryan takes a step forward, and holds onto Du You’s hands firmly, “I just, want you to be happy, because I like you. So, I also want you to like me, but that… does not mean at all that, I want to see you troubled.”

He pauses, trying to think of good words to use, “please stop looking like this. I would like to see you smiling at me all the time.”

Du You thinks about it for a moment.

“I…” He continues, “I often smile.”

Ryan chuckles, going ‘hehe,’ and says, “it’s not really easy to tell.”

He raises his head slightly, and touches Du You’s head, forehead-to-forehead, before saying, “I will feel sad when you say ‘no’ to me. But that’s alright.”

“Lover, should always just be himself.”

Ryan’s dark green eyes seem to be sparkling. His white tail wraps around his waist, touching Du You on his thigh.

“Because, no matter what, I still like you, very, very much.”

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TL’s notes: OMG How can this be so depressing but so fluffy at the same time! arjklsjkdfjkl…