Chapter 62 - What’s Worse Than A Possesive Noodle?

Chapter 62: 62 - What’s Worse Than A Possesive Noodle?

(Yaya’s POV)

"You won’t smell like primal, but like honey and milk."

"Why honey and milk?" Noodle asked.

"Precious likes to drink warm milk with honey in it," Vick said, "A trick to make her want to sleep."

The drugs had caused my height to shrink to that of a teenage girl before, so I had asked Vick in the past to find me a way to get it back to normal. As a result, he gave me a cup of milk mixed with honey.

It didn’t bring back my height, but it did bring back my childhood memories of sneaking into the kitchen at night to make myself a warm drink, as I heard that was what parents did for their kids when they couldn’t sleep.

There were no such things in our fridge, of course, so I had sneaked out of the base (that’s how I called home) to find parents who had these items (yes, parents, I was looking for new parents to replace father).

I was a cute kid. I was sure I could find someone to love me. I even prepared a card saying "I love you, please adopt me". My first ’attempted’ adoption had ended up in a police station with a lady who kept saying, "We didn’t kidnap her! She appeared at our doorstep! Please spare us!"

Father had held the dazed me in his arms. The couple had bowed before him as they begged for mercy. I couldn’t even defend them properly because of the sedative that made me not only docile, but also look too terrified to speak.

After that, I never looked for new parents. I was stuck with Father. My mind was full of holes, but my soul was not. The grudge toward Father carried on, no matter how many times he tried to "reset" me by reversing my age and mind to that of an infant. I always grew up to become the same old Yang Yali, but more rebellious each time.

"Make some milk with honey for mate then," Noodle said.

"This milk won’t do; we need some better-tasting one," Vick sampled the primal’s milk and shook his head.

"There are mountain vaccas who graze on wild clover and morning dew. Their milk is said to be sweet as summer rain," Moyu provided his knowledge, "Located near the Beast Kingdom’s capital."

"Nothing but the best for my grumpy mate." Noodle decided, "We will go there and get her the best milk."

The two agreed. Even the sun seemed to brighten the forest a bit more, as if happy about their destination choice.

The drowned forest floor had started to decline a bit. Little colorful frogs sat on branches, their bright colors warning us not to touch. Shiny bugs crawled along the barks. The canopy was less dense, and more sunlight made it through the leaves, leaving streaks of soft pink on the ground.

We stumbled upon another beehive, but this time, the bees attacked us, chasing us for a good distance, and even stung Moyu when he tried to protect us from them.

When Moyu landed on Noodle, his shoulders hunched inward as he scratched at the angry red welts blossoming across his chest and arm. I watched the bees’ venom work, swelling his skin. The venom wasn’t lethal, but it would make him miserable for a while.

"Show them to me," I said, reaching toward him.

He flinched back, pulling his cloak tight around his torso. "So you can laugh?" His voice remained steady, betraying none of the discomfort he must be feeling. "I’m not interested in being ridiculed by you."

I offered a small smile, letting my hand drop to my side. "Are you going to miss the opportunity to interact with your dream female?"

Nugget’s eyes met mine for a brief moment before darting away again. "You are far from my dream female. You are a...nightmare."

He kept his word and stopped his courtship. He followed us, interacted with us, and even slept in our presence.

His presence wasn’t felt much when he was here, but when he left for a day to scout ahead, his absence became more noticeable. It was like a background noise you didn’t notice until it stopped.

Noodle would look up at the sky from time to time, as if searching for the eagle’s silhouette, and Dickhead’s drive to be productive became zero without his assistant to share the tasks with.

"Just show me the stings, Moyu," I offered again, patting the place before me on Noodle’s back, "You swore not to court me again, and I believe you are a male of your word. That’s one of the traits I admire."

What was above friendzone? Wherever it was, that’s where I put him. I would probably never stop teasing him, but it wasn’t because I wanted him to court me again. I just liked messing with him for fun. His reactions were too funny to pass up.

If I couldn’t get rid of him, might as well put him in the category of ’acquaintances who are fun to be with’. I was sure I was in his ’females I can’t get rid of but want to’ category.

"..." He turned away, ignoring my jab, his fingers still scratching at his chest. "Keep provoking me, and I will do exactly what you don’t want me to do."

I already knew what it was. He would go to my father and work for him. If I showed it affected me, he would think he had power over me, and he would use it.

So, I just shrugged, "I don’t care what you do. Your life is yours to waste. I’m not your keeper. Dickhead is."

"No, that’s not what I meant." He faced me again. His eyes were like a bird of prey, hunting for my weak spots. "I will help Vick with finding more males to court you. A lot of them."

My smile froze on my face. What was worse than a possessive Noodle? A matchmaking Nugget, who was too observant, could spot weaknesses and knew how to exploit them.