Chapter 219: The Domineering President, Elvis
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Elvis carried Gu ngng up together with the beast skin once again and said, “The floor’s cold.”
Gu ngng did not resist as the floor was pretty cold.
“I don’t know what is the equality females and males at your side used to pursue. I only know that my females can never feel wronged. Whatever others have, you can’t have less than them. I’ll at least accomplish stuff that Bode does for Sandy for you. I want you to always be the person everyone is envious towards. Because you’re Saint Nazaire’s ssenger of the Beast Deity and also my female.”
Gu ngng’s little heart started thumping wildly and profusely. She looked at Elvis, srized, while cupping her hands together and asked, “Are you still my Siberian husky who ate the raw potato? What’s going on with this domineering president character? Did you read romantic novels secretly behind my back?”
The expression on Gu ngng now was exactly the sa as when they first t and the expression was what Elvis liked the best.
The corners of Elvis’s lips curved upwards, and he landed a light kiss on Gu ngng’s forehead before saying gently, “Stay in my arms obediently. Regarding cooking, you move your mouth while I move my hands. This is also considered as a due division of labor.”
Gu ngng thought for a mont. To be honest, she did not want to reach out to dig the snow at the entrance for washing of ingredients. Thus, she chuckled in a not very honest nor kind way, saying, “Then, boil the snow water a little bit before washing the ingredients or else it will be too cold.”
Elvis ruffled Gu ngng’s fluffy hair and said, “Fool, I’m a wolf. I won’t be scared of the cold.”
Gu ngng hung herself on Elvis’s neck like a monkey, her hands touching his chest muscles restlessly. She contemplated hard for quite so ti but still could not think of an answer so she raised a question to Elvis, not feeling ashad to ask about his inferiority, “You don’t have any fur after you evolve, are you still not cold?”
Elvis shook his head and answered, “The fur did not disappear, you just can’t see it. It won’t affect my temperature so you don’t have to worry.”
Gu ngng stuck out her thumb and expressed her deepest complint, “F***ing aweso!”
Under Gu ngng’s instructions, Elvis finally managed to whip up a pot of food that could forcefully be eaten. Actually, rather than Elvis cooking it, Gu ngng was actually the chef. Elvis just washed the ingredients and cut the potatoes. He could only be considered as an assistant. It can’t be helped, his cooking talent had long exceeded the horizon, everything could be cooked into shady and unknown dishes. Gu ngng still had not gotten over the scare of the black pot of stewed preserved fish with ginger just now and the rabbit that was roasted into a tyre previously. She truly did not have the courage to try his cooking again.
After they ate their fill, Elvis placed Gu ngng back into the blanket which had been roasted warm before going off to wash the pot and boil another pot full of ginger water.
This was the only recipe he mastered currently, yeah... a pot of water and two slices of ginger, cook for one day...
Gu ngng patted the side of the bed, signaling Elvis to co up to sleep with her.
Elvis ward up his body before lying next to Gu ngng. He placed his arm under her head to act as a pillow while he lowered his head, quietly staring at her falling asleep.
The Gu ngng in his arms was sleeping so soundly like a child, defenseless and peaceful.
Her long eyelashes form an outline under her eyes while the temperature of her regular breathing was higher than usual due to her cold not completely cured yet. Her warm breath hit Elvis’s chest and that feeling of numbness spread across his entire body. All he could sll was her fragrant and sweet scent. She was clearly as quiet as an angel but Elvis still could not restrain himself and reacted to her.
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