Chapter 39: After Class, Come Into My Arms (37)

Although she hadn’t finished the strawberry cake Chaoyun made, Lu Yu took Asi to a dessert shop, and Asi’s eyes were immediately glued to the display, unable to look away.

Asi ate four small cakes before remembering that Lu Yu hadn’t eaten either. She shakily pushed the untouched little cake in front of her across the table toward him.

“You eat it.”

Lu Yu raised his brows and looked at Asi in confusion, as if asking why she had stopped eating.

Asi patted her round little belly and shook her head. “I’m a bit full.”

In truth, she’d been full for a while already, but she had ignored it—because everything was so sweet, and she loved it.

Asi licked the cake crumbs from the corner of her lips in satisfaction, inadvertently preventing Lu Yu from reaching out to wipe them off for her. Quietly retracting his hand, he gazed at the cake before him, pondering how to get the little girl to feed him.

He cleared his throat, raised a hand to his lips, and asked, “Is this good?”

Asi nodded quickly, her dark eyes shining and dewy. “It’s delicious.”

“Then... how do you eat it?”

He looked away, the tips of his ears turning red.

Asi pursed her lips, glancing at Lu Yu with concern. A delicate plate held a dainty piece of cake, and beside it lay a small spoon.

Even if Little White had been a little black dragon for tens of thousands of years and lived among humans for so long—

Surely he knew how to use a spoon, right? Could it be that Little White actually...

Lu Yu waited a long time for Asi to say “yes,” but she never did. Puzzled, he looked over to see the little girl gazing at him with a look of regret.

“You…”

“Little White, it’s my fault for not taking better care of you. I’m sorry,” Asi apologized sincerely to Lu Yu.

No wonder Little White had pushed her off the Reincarnation Platform. No wonder he seemed so helpless. So, Little White’s mind really was a bit different from others.

Asi didn’t want to say that Little White was foolish—after all, she had raised him herself.

The affection and pity in the little girl’s eyes were so clear, and Lu Yu recognized that look all too well. Not long ago, he himself had gazed at Lu Zhouyuan with the same expression.

He desperately wanted to shout that he wasn’t an idiot. But… his every action seemed to prove otherwise.

He, Lu Yu, in front of Asi, was nothing but a fool.

Gloomily, he picked up the little spoon and took a bite of the cake.

Huh. It was too sweet.

How could anything be so sweet?

“I’ve never had this kind of thing before,” he said expressionlessly after finishing, offering an explanation.

Asi didn’t reply, a gentle smile lingering at the corners of her lips, brimming with maternal tenderness.

Lu Yu’s heart tightened. He raised his hand and tapped Asi lightly on the forehead with his bent index finger.

“Why did you hit my head?”

Lu Yu gave a little snort and explained, “I’m not an idiot.”

“Oh.”

Asi covered her forehead, head lowered, her face filled with unhappiness.

“Are you angry?”

“No,” she replied in a muffled voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Mm.”

Asi walked ahead, her pale hand pressed to her forehead, as if afraid Lu Yu might hit her again.

Lu Yu cursed his own impulsiveness. If he hadn’t done that, the little girl would probably be holding his hand right now, not shielding her forehead.

He hurried forward, stopping in front of Asi. Bending down, Lu Yu offered his own forehead to her.

“How about you hit me back?” he suggested gently, as if negotiating.

Asi lowered her hand and looked at Lu Yu with dark, innocent eyes. Her lips were rosy—perhaps from the cake she’d just eaten—and her whole being seemed to exude sweetness.

He wanted so badly to taste her.

Thinking this, Lu Yu couldn’t help but lick his own parched lips.

Tentatively, he asked, “How about we go buy some sweets?”