You Are Deep in The Stars

When Liu Chunchun woke up from exhaustion, Wang Yuanchen was sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg and eating ice cream. The exquisite silver tincture had continued to collide with the glass wall in his hands, making a crisp sound of “Ding Ding Dang”. It looked particularly eerie in the midnight room, as if a female ghost might float out any second.

So poor Liu Chunchun had almost fainted again.

But to be honest, Mr. Assistant didn’t mean to scare him this time. He was just a little nervous, and he had to do something to ease his anxiety. Though usually arrogant and aloof, he was always kind to ordinary people and wouldn’t reveal his identity to unsuspecting individuals. So, at that moment, faced with Liu Chunchun huddled in the quilt, Wang Yuanchen took ten minutes to brew his ice cream into a milkshake. Then, he said condescendingly, “Continue to sleep.”

Liu Chunchun trembled. “You, you, you…”

“You’re not in danger now, and you won’t be in the future.” Wang Yuanchen set the glass down beside the bed again, trying to soften his tone so as not to frighten the unfortunate guy into another coma. “Bai Xi and Han Zhuo will be here soon. They’ll explain everything to you. I don’t want to talk right now, so it’s best for you to stay completely silent, understood?”

Liu Chunchun clung to hope like a drowning man. “Is Brother Bai coming?”

Wang Yuanchen looked at him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be silent,” Liu Chunchun replied knowingly. He pulled the quilt up over his head, covering himself tightly, and fell completely silent.

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

How on earth did he live with this idiot for so long?

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the ticking of the alarm clock on the bedside table. Liu Chunchun closed his eyes in the darkness, opened them again, closed them once more, and opened them again. Everything before him remained unchanged. It hadn’t disappeared.

So, it was all true.

Cups could fly, and so could mineral water.

And as for his so-called “assistant,” could he perhaps fly too?

Pondering this, he shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a more comfortable position, but sinking deeper into the softness.

The scent of perfume was strong, almost choking him, and the quilt felt light as feathers, while the pillows and sheets were incredibly silky. It was then that Liu Chunchun finally realized something new and remarkable—this wasn’t his bedroom at all, but Mr. Wang’s luxurious round bed that seemed straight out of a European film!

Wouldn’t he be thrown to the ground? He weakly thought.

After all, Wang Yuanchen was usually so fierce that he didn’t even let him sit on the edge of the bed.

After a while longer, Wang Yuanchen finally couldn’t help but speak coldly, “Are you going to suffocate yourself under the quilt?”

A few seconds later, Liu Chunchun moved slowly, poking his head out fearfully.

Mr. Wang was still the same Mr. Wang. He hadn’t turned into a ghost, Ultraman, Optimus Prime, or an alien. His eyes were still impatient, indifferent, and arrogant, yet tinged with a hint of anger and confusion—and this mix persisted for quite some time.

Somehow, Liu Chunchun felt a bit more secure, at least knowing he was still lying on the luxurious bed and hadn’t been kidnapped or devoured.

On the opposite end, the irritable assistant was fighting the urge to lash out. If he wasn’t concerned that this clueless human might bolt out the window and escape, he would have driven himself to fetch Bai Xi just to end this ordeal swiftly.

The tension was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity, so it was a mutual relief when footsteps finally echoed down the corridor with a rhythmic “dong dong”. They both almost fell in love with the sound, breathing a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Chunchun!” Bai Xi knocked urgently and entered without waiting for an invitation.

“Brother Bai!” Liu Chunchun sat on the bed, tears streaming down his face as he clutched the quilt tightly. He looked like a pitiable character from a melodramatic TV series, his voice choked with emotion. “You wouldn’t believe what I just witnessed. It’s utterly unbelievable. It’s like Ultraman.”

Bai Xi was taken aback by the mention of “Ultraman,” but kept his composure and probed gently, “What did you see?”

Liu Chunchun replied in a trembling voice, recounting flying water, cups, and quilts. “If you had come a bit later, I swear even the 1982 Lafite in the wine cabinet might have flown.”

Bai Xi patted his back reassuringly and said softly, “Is that all?”

Liu Chunchun wiped his nose with a puzzled expression. “Isn’t this enough? Why aren’t you surprised at all?”

“Though it’s quite unbelievable, if you think about it carefully, it’s not actually a bad thing,” Bai Xi replied thoughtfully. “At least it seems cool and practical.”

“Brother Bai, did you already know about this?” Liu Chunchun asked tentatively. Despite his recent fright, he regained some basic sense of judgment and could grasp Bai Xi’s implications.

“Yes, I’ve known for a while,” Bai Xi admitted openly. “Because the Moses Gallery is a tough nut to crack, and Mr. Wang is the best bodyguard around, that’s why he is responsible for your safety.”

“Then how… how could he do something like this?” Liu Chunchun murmured, fidgeting nervously with his fingers.

Outside the door, Wang Yuanchen felt like he might explode. What exactly had he done that warranted such scrutiny?

Han Zhuo patted Mr. Wang on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.