I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 64: Some Small Married Life Moments 1 (Additional Chapter 7 Thanks to Ningning's Long Review)...

Chapter 64: Some Small Married Life Moments 1 (Additional Chapter 7 Thanks to Ningning’s Long Review)…

Yunxi had been staring at the latest trending topic about Fyodor and Gogol’s storyline on his phone for a long time.

Then, Yunxi suddenly turned his head.

Gogol, who was being stared at, propped himself up and blinked a few times.

Gogol leaned in, wanting to shower him with kisses regardless, but Yunxi promptly raised his hand and pressed it against Gogol’s head.

Say it again, Yunxi said with a dark expression.Say that Fyodor is the only one who understands you in life, that he’s your only true friend, that he made you experience a completely different life, that you’re devastated without him. Say it!

Huh? Do I really have to say it?

Say it!

As soon as the words fell, Gogol swiftly used his cloak to teleport, wrapping himself tightly around Yunxi from behind and nuzzling his head against Yunxi several times.Little Yunxi, is this enough?

Yunxi wanted to say it wasn’t enough.

But Gogol added,But Little Yunxi, those Clowns from other worlds never met Little Yunxi. There’s no need for Little Yunxi to care about their thoughts, right?

If Little Yunxi cares so much, the Clown will be very sad…

Gogol lifted his small top hat and placed it on Yunxi’s head, his smile gradually turning playful.Or is Little Yunxi not satisfied with having just one Little White Bird and wants to have more Little White Birds?

The air fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Yunxi spoke, letting out a cold laugh.Ha.

Trying to threaten the Savior with this?

Almost immediately, Yunxi erupted with energy. The power he had accumulated daily byshearing sheep from another world burst forth, forcibly pinning Gogol in place.

If the Savior really wants to raise a hundred Little White Birds, does he need Korya’s permission?

Yunxi tossed aside Gogol’s top hat, stood up, turned around, and arrogantly stepped on Gogol’s thigh. To emphasize his ferocity, he even deliberately ground his foot a couple of times.After all, there’s nothing Korya can do to stop it…

Gogol’s breathing suddenly grew noticeably ragged.Little Yunxi…

Yunxi immediately realized what he had stepped on.

Yunxi instinctively wanted to pull his foot back, but he felt that retreating now would undoubtedly invite Gogol’s mockery.

Having been at a disadvantage earlier, Yunxi refused to back down voluntarily.

With that thought, Yunxi not only didn’t hold back but also ignored the heat beneath his foot. He leaned down, bringing his face close to the exquisitely featured white-haired Clown.

I just remembered, Shibusawa-kun has been recommending that I take the initiative, Yunxi said abruptly, their eyes meeting.I didn’t care before… but why not give it a try today.

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After gainingfreedom in this world and meeting his own Savior, Gogol hadn’t experienced such a passive situation in a long time.

But Gogol wasn’t dissatisfied. On the contrary, he was more excited than ever before.

Gogol maintained the posture of a sacrificial offering, forced to fully expose the front of his body, and stared fervently at the black-haired youth before him.

The black-haired youth now wore only a loose casual top, straddling the white-haired Russian. His satin-like black hair cascaded over his shoulders, barely revealing the pair of beautiful turquoise earrings.

At that moment, the other party had one hand pressing lightly yet firmly against Gogol’s ribs, while the other hand clumsily imitated Gogol’s previous movements.

Gogol opened his mouth, wanting to remind him what to do next, but just as he began, Yunxi—finding it too troublesome to continue—started directly.

Gogol’s pupils instantly contracted.

Mmm… Yunxi could feel pain in his own world, so he immediately stopped and randomly bit Gogol again.

Gogol, however, felt no pain at all. He was merely struggling to resist the stimulation Yunxi actively brought, not wanting the day to end too quickly.

But after biting him, Yunxi licked the spot somewhat tenderly.

On Gogol’s body, the beautiful black-haired youth reached out, his recently trimmed short, rounded nails scraping lightly yet firmly.

Under Gogol’s gaze, the black-haired youth leaned down.

The entire process was both swift and prolonged. At the moment it ended, Gogol could even sense the black-haired youth heaving a huge sigh of relief. Yet afterward, under Gogol’s amused gaze, the youth tried several times to exert force, only to fail each time.

In the end, the black-haired youth grabbed Gogol’s arm and reluctantly admitted defeat.

Yunxi released his control over Gogol.

Because Gogol had somehow retrieved his overcoat and was now tightly wrapping Yunxi in it.

In truth, after Gogol’s Special ability [Overcoat] breakthrough, he no longer relied so heavily on the overcoat. As long as any outer garment existed within 100 meters of Gogol, he could freely connect spaces—the only drawback being a slight reduction in perceptual accuracy.

But Gogol still preferred wearing the overcoat.

Yunxi hadn’t understood why before, assuming Gogol simply thought it looked cool. Now, Yunxi realized just how much the overcoat, as a relay station for Gogol’s Special ability, could enhance the precision of his spatial perception.

Yunxi used to be able to talk back stubbornly, but now, no matter what he said, Gogol could accurately pinpoint what Yunxi found most unbearable and repeatedly press on it.

Though Korya had good looks, he was truly excessive and inexplicably energetic. If he kept this up, Yunxi would adopt a neutered bird from another game world next time.

He wondered if there were other versions of Gogol in different worlds willing to…

But if not, it was fine. After all, one Gogol rubbing him with hands rougher than sandpaper was annoying enough—two, three, or more would make the Savior’s life unbearable.

…

By the next day, after being clean yet dotted with marks and repeatedly nuzzled all over by the wicked Clown, Yunxi finally remembered what he had originally intended to say.

Gogol was taken aback:Huh? Does little Yunxi still think that way?

When little Yunxi, as the circus ringmaster, suddenly disappeared back then, Fyodor indeed became the only one in the world who could understand the Clown… but that was only because the Clown missed little Yunxi so much!

Gogol’s voice was muffled with his face buried in Yunxi’s neck:There were many things the Clown couldn’t figure out, and Fyodor would help him understand, so the Clown considered Fyodor his dearest friend!

Really?

Yunxi shifted slightly.

Gogol sharply raised his head and said,Question! Is Yunxi asking what the clown asked and what Feodor said in response?

Yunxi froze, allowing Gogol’s arm to tighten around him.

Gogol knew this was Yunxi’s silent way of agreeing, so he continued:The Clown asked Fyodor: if a lost memory keeps causing the Clown perpetual pain, does it represent nothing but hatred?

Fyodor replied that perhaps this very thing is the chain binding the Clown—something more complex than hatred: ‘love’.

Yunxi kept his gaze fixed on Gogol throughout. Only after confirming the other wasn’t lying did Yunxi become fully satisfied.

So that’s how it is… Heh, liking me is perfectly normal! It’s only human nature!

Gogol obediently followed every instruction.

Feeling the dark-haired boy in his arms gradually melt into contentment, Gogol’s thoughts drifted away again.

If he could discover the identity of that presence in his memories, he would undoubtedly kill them without hesitation.

He was the free Little White Bird, he was Korya… but in any case, he would never be some Clown who loved a nonexistent person in his memories to the point of agony.

Yunxi had already gotten up and was attempting to make an ultra-simplified version of braised noodles with green beans in the rice cooker following a tutorial. Hearing murmurs, he peeked out:Korya, what are you saying?

The noise of placing ingredients had been too loud earlier—he hadn’t caught the words.

Gogol cheerfully waved his phone:Just randomly reciting some lines~

Oh, I see. Yunxi took off his gloves and changed the subject.By the way, we’re having braised noodles with green beans tonight.

Then let’s have loofah tomorrow. Loofah soup.

Hmm, let me think… But didn’t we agree we’d each take turns handling meals for a week?

Noticing Gogol about to speak, Yunxi swiftly interrupted,Don’t say ‘freedom’—Korya, you can’t always bring up ‘freedom’ when you dislike something. Besides, loofah soup with eggs actually tastes really good…

How about this: we compromise. Loofah soup with fried buns. It’s summer now anyway, and you’ve been irritable lately, Korya—having loofah soup could help regulate your system.