Xiao Yao was almost cooked soft and weak with the words "You’re naughty".

The old white dog's tone of speech wasn’t scolding, and it sounded like "You’re so cute".

Getting up from Baiju in a hurry, Xiao Yao left a sentence of "I'm going to wash" and fled, shutting himself into the bathroom and leaning over the sink to pour cold water on his face. In his chest his heart was still jumping diligently.

Hurry up, fucking calm down ahhhhhhh! Xiao Yao rubbed his face severely, raised his finger to poke the person in the mirror, and said, "Can you be more reserved!"

He probably couldn't. Xiao Yao took a deep breath, patted his heart, turned on the tap and brushed his teeth

When Baiju was left on the bed, his arms felt empty, and the young human nimbly ran away. Thinking of the human’s red ears that he’d glanced at, Baiju couldn't help but smile, and sat up cross-legged.

Humans weren’t very well-behaved, but it wasn’t fun to live rigidly.

After casting a spell to tidy up the sheets and bedding, Baiju stepped on the floor barefoot, stopped at the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Yao Yao," Baiju said against the crack of the door, "Yao Yao, I’ll go downstairs first."

Xiao Yao was caught off guard by the knock on the door, thinking that Baiju was about to come in, a mouthful of toothpaste foam stuck in his throat. Then when he heard the old dog talking, Xiao Yao, whose brain was full of perverted thoughts, recovered and responded vaguely with two hums indicating that he’d heard.

The righteous old white dog didn't think that there was anything wrong with knocking on someone's bathroom door and talking. He wandered downstairs with a clear heart, went to the kitchen for a moment and then remembered that he agreed to let Xiao Yao cook. Coming out of the kitchen, he went to the living room to collapse on the sofa and stretched out.

After staying with Xiao Yao all night, although Baiju didn't need much sleep, he hadn't moved for almost eleven hours and his bones were somewhat stiff. Baiju straightened his arms up and under his head, looking at the ceiling, his gaze slowly turning to the guest room on the first floor.

He remembered that the guest room on the first floor also had a bathroom, and a hot bath should...would be quite comfortable.

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Xiao Yao went downstairs to make breakfast. Passing by the living room, he didn't see Baiju. He thought that the old dog had gone to the study, so he went straight to the kitchen without much thought.

So, when Xiao Yao finished cooking the porridge and fried two side dishes, he was a little puzzled when he didn’t see Baiju.

The old dog had a very good nose. Whenever he cooked, he usually saw Baiju poking his head in the kitchen door when he flipped the lid of the pot and turned his head. What happened today?

"Bai’ge," Xiao Yao took off his apron and walked through the living room to the study. "Bai’ge? Where are you? It's breakfast."

He wasn’t in the study.

Xiao Yao tidied away the two books that were on the table and walked out of the study with his sleeves pushed up, "Bai..."

The remaining syllable caught in his throat as he stepped back into cool skin. Xiao Yao stopped, and a familiar arm reached out from behind him to stabilise him.

Baiju was still dripping from the bathroom. He was soaking in the bathtub when he heard Xiao Yao calling him, so he came straight out and changed into his leather pants. His hair was still wet so in order to prevent his whole body from getting wet, Baiju had no shirt on at all.

The old white dog didn’t know how attractive he was. Seeing Xiao Yao standing firm, he let go and picked up the towel hung around his neck to wipe his hair. He rubbed his hair down a few times and replied, “Walk carefully, I’m here...I just took a bath and it was quite comfortable."

Xiao Yao, "......"

Xiao Yao stared at the bare chest in front of his face, and watched as a few water beads rolled down from Baiju’s collarbone, slowly sliding down the grooves between his muscles, and his ears could no longer hear what Baiju was saying.

The old dog was a demon, so he was always spotless, and there was no need for him to take baths. Xiao Yao had never imagined that one day he would face the old white dog fresh out of a bath.

Baiju was still pondering how he felt about baths. He felt that the towel would take a long time to dry his hair, so he flexed his fingers and with a flash of light flicked his hair dry. He slowly turned around and prepared to have breakfast. Seeing that Xiao Yao hadn't followed, he stretched out his hand and pulled him along, "Yao Yao, let's go..."

Xiao Yao was held by his hand and walked for two steps before he finally recovered a bit from the impact of the old white dog coming out of the bath. He suddenly raised his hand to hold his nose, pulled away the hand that was held by the old white dog, then turned and ran out in a few steps. As he stepped on the stairs and ran up, he let out a muffled, "Bai’ge, you eat first, my stomach hurts, I’ll be done in a bit!"

Baiju, "......"

His little ward was fussing about again. If your stomach hurts, why are you covering your nose... Also there’s no bathroom on the first floor.

The old white dog shook his empty hand, feeling that the young human was really getting more and more incomprehensible.

Xiao Yao obviously didn't really have a stomachache, and Baiju didn't investigate why he suddenly ran upstairs. People sometimes needed a little personal space, and the old white dog was reasonable. He stood there for a while before turning around. He went and put the towel from his neck back in the bathroom, rearranged the clothes on his body, and sat down at the dining table.

The porridge made by his little ward was much better than his own.

After ten minutes or so, Xiao Yao came downstairs with a wet forehead, feeling that he would really lose his life if things went on like this.

Xiao Yao wasn’t prone to nosebleeds, but the situation was almost the same; the white old dog's neck, collarbone and chest were burned into his mind, and little Yao Yao, who had been guarding himself for many years, almost rose up and took all of his boss’ energy to be able to hold it down.

In the kitchen, Baiju was eating breakfast quietly, sitting relaxed back in his chair. Baiju held a bowl of porridge in his hand, slowly sipping the porridge, obviously waiting for someone.

Baiju heard Xiao Yao coming downstairs and his eyes lit up slightly. He leaned forward and took a pair of chopsticks, and reached out to pass them to Xiao Yao who came in.

Xiao Yao was aroused by this guy early in the morning, then seeing the old dog greet him and behave so skillfully, he grabbed his forehead with a smile. He took the chopsticks and pulled out the chair, and sat down to eat.

What else could he do, he still had to take good care of this stupid dog.

But Baiju couldn’t do much in the morning so easily.

The travel ban for the two of them hadn’t been lifted, and they couldn't go out. At some point, Qiu Ziran was called in to be informed of Sun Daiyang and the relevant details of the grudge against him, and there was nothing else to do.

Xiao Yao arranged some of his work online, and simply gave himself a day off because of his restricted movement. He didn’t take the initiative to intervene in many affairs of the Demon Management Bureau, this would also make the Demon Management Bureau committee feel a little better, and not think they would be targeted by the Practitioners Association or something.

Staring at Xiao Yao eagerly for a day at work, the instructional video played on the notebook in the old white dog’s hand for the fourth time. Seeing that Xiao Yao had finally finished his work and turned off the computer, Baiju immediately closed the notebook and followed Xiao Yao out of the study.

Xiao Yao originally wanted to discuss with Baiju about traveling around and hunting but seeing that Baiju was waiting to say something, he had to sit on the sofa and pat the place next to him and let the old dog sit down and talk.

Baiju sat down next to Xiao Yao in silence, thought for a moment, and then reached out to hug him, but Xiao Yao pinched the skin on the back of his hand.

Xiao Yao put the white old dog's hand back, and didn't want to be touched again, so he simply asked, "Bai’ge, you've been holding back for a day, why is so difficult to say?"

Baiju looked at the back of his hand, and then Xiao Yao who calmly moved ten centimetres away, and a sense of crisis of being alienated by his little ward again appeared. The old white dog bit the bullet and decided to stabilise the person first, "Yao Yao, will you let me hold you?"

Xiao Yao, "..." This straight kick was cheating.

Seeing Xiao Yao's face blank and silent, Baiju simply went for it and with his long arms he picked up the human and put him on his lap without any explanation.

Pulling his little ward into his arms, Baiju felt a little more at ease, and asked cautiously, "Yao Yao, what happened to you today...you’ve been hiding from me since I got up in the morning. Isn't there something smelly on me?"

He wasn’t allowed to hug, touch, or even smooth his hair. Also before eating breakfast, he covered his nose when he ran away from him.

Baiju didn't have much else to think about in the morning, but Xiao Yao hid a lot from him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the things that had happened before. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Xiao Yao must have smelled something on him.

What if he couldn't smell it as a dog, but Xiao Yao could smell it as a human practitioner...for example, he can't smell his own demonic aura, but Xiao Yao should be able to sense it.

What if the bath he took brought out the demonic smell, and Xiao Yao just hated the scent.

The old white dog had been silently mulling over this all day, and he was about to lose hair. He even started searching for perfume and the like on his mobile phone, and crammed a lot of it in his shopping cart.

Xiao Yao didn't know where the dog's brain circuit went wrong. He was encircled by Baiju and couldn't hide, so he could only hold himself stiffly, take a deep breath, and find an excuse to explain things, "Bai’ge , I didn’t mean to avoid you... but I’m already an adult after all, not a child, and I can’t always stick to you. Otherwise, if I get too used to it, and go out like this, I, the curator, will be too shameful."

Baiju stared at him baffled, "Aren't you young?"

Xiao Yao could neither laugh nor cry, "I'm twenty-four almost twenty-five, how am I young?"

The old white dog thought he was justified and well-founded, "You’re only twenty-four or five, how aren’t you young!"

Xiao Yao, "....."

Xiao Yao was dumbfounded, moved his legs uncomfortably, suddenly stiff, and he whispered, "How can I be young."

Baiju felt that the young man was still as tense as ever, but he knew that Xiao Yao wasn’t disgusted by him, so he hugged the human and swayed his head, knocking it into him, grieving and muttering:

"Yao Yao, I thought you despised me, or you were angry with me and wanted to run away from me..

"You even covered your nose, obviously I smell sweet!"

Xiao Yao was hit by Baiju and his head shook. He pushed the old dog's head away with a headache. The phrase "sweet smell" was still circulating in his ears, and he felt that the old dog was simply lethal.

Was whether or not you were a sweet smelling dog worthy of your pride as a demon king?

Xiao Yao helplessly rubbed Baiju's dog, rubbing his fingers into Baiju's scalp, and said with an extremely sincere attitude, "Bai’ge, I’m sorry. I won’t deliberately hide from you in the future... you don't need to worry, your scent is—"

Xiao Yao paused, thinking of the light and soft smell of Baiju's body, a mix of sunlight and leaves and fruit, and accidentally said a big truth, "You smell very sweet."

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A fragrant attack...ahem.