He placed Rong Xingyu’s foot on his own bent leg, his movements gentle as he helped him put on the socks.
With Ding Yixin holding his ankle, the warmth clearly transferred from the close contact of their skin.
Rong Xingyu felt a ticklish sensation and couldn’t help letting out a soft giggle.
"It tickles..." he complained gently, his voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Rong Xingyu subconsciously tried to pull his foot back.
But it had only moved a little before Ding Yixin caught it again.
Rong Xingyu’s foot was now covered in creamy white wool sock.
When resting on Ding Yixin’s dark military trousers, it’s faintly exuding an indescribable sense of intimacy.
Ding Yixin’s eyes darkened a few degrees.
Yet the little mermaid didn’t notice anything at all.
He even rubbed his foot lightly against Ding Yixin’s leg twice as if acting spoiled.
"Alright," Rong Xingyu smiled at Ding Yixin in a somewhat ingratiating way. "The socks are on now, don’t be unhappy anymore, okay?"
Hearing Rong Xingyu’s words, Ding Yixin couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.
"I’m unhappy?" Ding Yixin asked in return. "How did Yuyu tell that I’m unhappy?"
Rong Xingyu pressed his lips together and answering obediently, "I felt it."
Merfolk had very strong empathy and Rong Xingyu had sensed that Ding Yixin’s emotions just now were somewhat frightening.
Could it be that General Ding wasn’t actually angry at him?
The innocent little mermaid had no idea what Ding Yixin was really thinking at the moment and was still wondering how he could make him feel happier.
Ding Yixin let out a low chuckle.
He maintained his half kneeling posture and slightly lifting his head to look at Rong Xingyu.
"There’s no unhappiness," he said as he looked at Rong Xingyu, his tone exceptionally gentle. "I will never be angry at Yuyu."
Rong Xingyu hummed softly and tilted his head. "You’ll never be angry at me?"
Seeing Ding Yixin nod, Rong Xingyu suddenly seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
He pulled out the phone he had just tucked under the pillow.
Ding Yixin saw the familiar game interface: "..."
"I topped up money in this game again."
Before Ding Yixin could say anything, Rong Xingyu took the initiative and protested, "You just said you wouldn’t be mad at me!"
Ding Yixin’s temple twitched as he stood up.
How was he supposed to tell the boy that he wasn’t trying to stop him from spending money on games?
But ever since discovering that game on the phone, Rong Xingyu had practically transformed into an internet addicted youth. He keeps holding his phone and playing the game every single day.
This game called Triple Merge had, for no good reason, taken away a large portion of the attention Rong Xingyu used to devote to him.
But how could the dignified General Ding possibly admit that he was jealous of a video game?
Ding Yixin coughed lightly to cover it up and said, "It’s not that I’m worried about the money, I’m just concerned your eyes might get uncomfortable."
As he spoke, Ding Yixin took the phone from Rong Xingyu’s hands.
He tapped the screen a few times without changing any expression and deposited a huge sum of money into Rong Xingyu’s game account.
Watching the countless diamonds and gold coins filling up his inventory, Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened into perfect circles and sparkling with excitement.
Having money fall from the sky and suddenly promoted to a little rich man, Rong Xingyu couldn’t help but happily wrap his arms around Ding Yixin’s neck and plant a loud kiss on his cheek.
"General Ding, you’re so good to me!" Rong Xingyu smiled with crescent shaped eyes, which makes him utterly looked adorable.
Then Rong Xingyu stretched out his hand toward Ding Yixin, signaling him to give the phone back.
But Ding Yixin put the phone away instead.
"Today’s game time is already over. If you keep playing, your eyes will feel uncomfortable. I’ll keep the phone for you for now."
"...Huh?" Rong Xingyu’s mouth fell open as he stared at Ding Yixin in disbelief.
N–No way!
He grabbed Ding Yixin’s hand and shook it twice, looking at him pitifully.
But this time, Ding Yixin who usually couldn’t resist this at all completely ignored Rong Xingyu’s act of coquettishness and put the phone away with iron handed impartiality.
Rong Xingyu’s heart felt like it had ridden a roller coaster, plunging straight down and he instantly wilted.
"Ahem! Ahem! AHEM!!!"
Ding Wei who had been completely ignored in the room this entire time finally couldn’t take it anymore and started coughing even louder.
The coughing sounded as if he couldn’t catch his breath.
In fact, Ding Wei had already been struggling to hold back ever since Ding Yixin said "I will never be angry at Yuyu."
A whole living person was standing right there in the room, yet it was as if he had suddenly turned invisible.
Neither of the other two paid him any attention at all.
No, maybe it wasn’t invisibility.
Because Ding Wei felt like he had suddenly started glowing in a very strange way.
Ding Wei the light bulb: "..."
After this bout of heart wrenching coughing, the attention of the other two was finally drawn to Ding Wei.
Seeing Ding Yixin look over, Ding Wei called out, "Little Uncle."
His voice even carried a hint of grievance.
Ding Yixin nodded in response.
From Ding Yixin’s gaze, it was obvious that he was asking why Ding Wei was still here.
Ding Wei: "..."
Little Uncle, please be a decent human being.
"Little Uncle, are you really going to get married?" Ding Wei scratched the back of his head. "Why have I never heard you mention it before..."
Rong Xingyu was still sitting on the bed.
He held onto Ding Yixin and poked his head out from behind him to look at Ding Wei.
Hearing Ding Wei ask that, Rong Xingyu became a little unhappy as well.
He puffed out his cheeks, his tone turning sour. "Didn’t I already tell you? Why don’t you believe me?"