Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 203 Cooking...

The next morning, the two people were lying side by side on the bed, snuggling up to each other intimately. Xiaojiu, who was originally between them, had already been taken back to his room.

The first ray of light in the morning shone on Dotore's eyes, his light eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened.

The first thing he did after waking up was to press the person in his arms closer to him so that he could truly feel Cheng Yan's breath and body. Only then could Dotole calm down.

The hand around his waist was a little tight, Cheng Yan frowned and held Dotore's hand.

"Zan-Zan, relax a little...I want to sleep more."

Dotore looked intently at Cheng Yan's eyelids, which were so white that the blood vessels could be seen. He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on them.

His voice was hoarse as he woke up. "You are now a new recruit of the Fatui. You must get up early for training."

Cheng Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he didn't want to face the facts and snuggled into Dotore's arms.

"Zan Zan, can you upgrade my status and let me be your personal servant, serving you tea, washing clothes and cooking? I can do it all. Just don't let me go to training."

The daily training in Liyue lasted for a hundred years regardless of wind or rain. Cheng Yan had no complaints, as it was to make himself stronger. Moreover, the Emperor was so busy at that time, but he still took time out to train with him every day. Cheng Yan naturally could not waste this opportunity.

But having no complaints doesn't mean Cheng Yan is not lazy.

"Great, I want to be lazy today and lie in bed for a while~"

Dotole thought for a moment as Cheng Yan asked, then decisively refused.

"No, get up."

Cheng Yan's expression suddenly became tearful, and he climbed onto Dotore's shoulder and pretended to cry.

"Zan Zan, we finally meet again. I just want to sleep a little longer, but you don't agree."

Dotore lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He picked up Cheng Yan's clothes that were scattered all over the bed and put them on him while speaking.

"Now that you have entered the Fatui, you must fulfill your duties as a soldier. If you are obedient, I will visit you at noon."

Cheng Yan rolled his eyes, "Zan Zan, since it's noon, can I have the honor of tasting Zan Zan's cooking? Zan Zan has never taken the initiative to cook delicious food for me."

Dotole paused, then tapped Cheng Yan on the top of his head with his finger.

"Get up first, you're ordering people around as soon as you meet."

Cheng Yan pouted, put her arm around his shoulders, and helped him put on her clothes.

"I want to see you, I want to stay with you forever, and now I have to go to training, so you can make something delicious as a reward for me. I will definitely train hard and bring honor to Zanzan."

Dotore still did not give a direct answer. He pulled Cheng Yan's hand out and wet a towel to wipe his face.

The used handkerchief was thrown back to its place before Dotore spoke.

“I have never cooked.”

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up and he held his hand.

"It doesn't matter, Zanzan, just make whatever you want. No matter what it is, I can eat it all!"

It was his family’s first time cooking, and he would finish all the dishes even if he just fried a plate of nails.

A rare expression of lack of confidence appeared on Dotore's face. He raised his hand and rubbed Cheng Yan's head hard.

"Okay, go back to where you came from to train with the others. Walk over there, don't go up to the roof and don't step on your knife."

Cheng Yan nodded and agreed on the surface, but still looked at him with a puffy face.

"We have just met and we have to separate."

Dotole's heart softened and he squeezed Cheng Yan's hand.

"Be good, I'll go see you at noon."

After comforting him for a while, Cheng Yan walked out in a depressed mood.

"Do you know the way?" Dotore asked worriedly.

"...If I say I don't know Zanzan, will he take me there?" Cheng Yan turned his head with some excitement.

"...I'll have someone take you there."

His mouth was pouting again, and you could hang a bottle of soy sauce on it.

“Humph, Zanzan is now an honorable executive officer. I don’t even have the chance to be Zanzan’s personal servant.”

Dotore stared at Cheng Yan's slowly moving back, feeling helpless.

It’s not that I don’t want to bring Cheng Yan to his side.

But although Cheng Yan doesn't want to admit his identity, Liyue is still his real home in his heart, and the people in Liyue treat Cheng Yan like a treasure.

If Cheng Yan's relationship with Liyue were to be exposed, some people might suspect that his purpose for sneaking into Winter Solstice was not pure.

This is contrary to Dotore's goal. Cheng Yan values ​​Liyue so much that he always wants to go back to see the people there. If Zhidong has the same position in Cheng Yan's heart.

In other words, if Cheng Yan could travel to Zhidong as freely and comfortably as he traveled to Liyue, he would be able to focus more on himself and would not be easily taken away by those people in Liyue.

It takes a lot of time and effort to accomplish these things, and right now, what lies before Dottore is another headache.

"Cooking...it's really giving me problems."