You Are Deep in The Stars

“Xiao Bai!” Han Zhuo called out with a furrowed brow.

Bai Xi hurried over to Mark Li. “Give them to me!”

Mark Li appeared visibly surprised.

“I want to watch it again,” Bai Xi declared.

Han Zhuo, “…”

Mark Li wiped his face with his sleeve. “Really?”

“Let’s go!” Assertive as ever, Bai Xi snatched the movie tickets from his hand. “I’ll watch it with you!”

Mark Li quickly followed.

Mr. Han didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh as he reluctantly coughed up another hefty 98 yuan to buy a ticket and joined them.

The familiar screams echoed once more in the theater.

.

Two hours later, Mark Li expressed solemn gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for inviting me to watch your movie,” Bai Xi shook hands with him. “I hope you’ll create truly popular and quality works in the future.”

“I’ll do my best,” Mark Li promised earnestly. Suddenly remembering something, he swiftly pulled out a delicate box from his bag and placed it in Bai Xi’s hand. “Thank you!”

“Hey!” Before Bai Xi could react, Mark Li had already turned and dashed into the elevator, leaving behind, “It’s nothing much. Thank you for tonight. See you in the future!”

“Alright,” Bai Xi smiled. “Goodbye.”

“What’s in the box?” Han Zhuo inquired.

Bai Xi carefully untied the delicate ribbon, and the gift box sprang open, revealing limited edition merchandise from “The Big Hawthorn of Love” — featuring the fierce heroine with dark eyes and a bloody mouth.

Bai Xi: “…”

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

After watching the horror movie twice and receiving a cursed gift, the aftermath was quite direct — whenever Bai Xi closed his eyes, he felt like he turned into a giant midnight hawthorn. So, that night, after showering, he promptly sought refuge in Mr. Han’s bedroom and proposed, “How about we play some games?”

“No fighting games,” Mr. Han decisively rejected.

“Then how about a comedy?”

“Don’t even know it.” Rejection ×2.

“Fighting Landlords?”

Reject ×3.

…

Reject ×N.

Bai Xi said, “Oh.”

Han Zhuo leaned on the bedside, holding a book in his hand and smiling kindly, “It’s time for you to go back to bed.”

Bai Xi hugged the pillow and moved backward slowly and unwillingly, as fast as a turtle crawling.

Han Zhuo continued, “Please close the door for me.”

Bai Xi reached out and held the doorknob.

Ice cold.

Like a big hawthorn.

So, the next second, he calmly walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, climbed in, laid down, and said, “Good night.”

Who could resist a fragrant little toffee that crawled into bed?

Mr. Han could not.

He held his head and looked at the people around him with interest.

“Please, that bad movie was really scary.” Bai Xi cried sadly.

“Okay, I’ll lend you half the bed,” Han Zhuo smiled and said, “Sleep well.”

Bai Xi was relieved. “Yes.”

The bedside lamp was turned to its lowest setting, and little star poured in through the window screen.

The nights with Mr. Han by his side were the safest nights.

Bai Xi slept soundly, and those horrific and bad images did not seem to invade his dreams. In the second half of the night, Han Zhuo pulled up the quilt for him and used his fingers to comb the hanging hair neatly. His movements were gentle and careful.

A dizzy little star fell on the pillow, emitting a warm yellow light, like a small jumping candle, making Bai Xi’s facial features clearer and softer. His eyelashes were long and the bridge of his nose was straight, the transitional period between boyhood and youth making him look like a plump and fresh fruit, full of youthful vigor and vitality.

Bai Xi turned over in his dream, and with a pinch of Mr. Han’s finger, the peeping little star was quickly extinguished.

However, Bai Xi did not wake up, and his breathing soon became longer again. Han Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and wanted to fall asleep, but instead became more and more awake, so he unconsciously glanced to the side again – and then immediately had a new trouble besides insomnia.

Bai Xi was afraid of the cold, so he wore neat pajamas and long-sleeved trousers that covered him tightly, leaving only a section of his white neck exposed. But this small piece of skin, which couldn’t be called exposed at all, quickly ignited a fire in Han Zhuo’s blood. In addition to the heat, it also made a certain part of his body become excited.

Vigorous, ready for battle.

Han Zhuo cursed secretly. Even in his most impulsive adolescence, he had never felt like he could not withstand temptation. Furthermore, it was just a piece of neck. Everyone had it. It had the same shape and was left to dry in the wind every day.

But the body was honest, and so was the brain.

In order to avoid a worse situation, Han Zhuo had no choice but to go to the bathroom to solve the problem first. He didn’t even need to take too many steps at all. Just thinking about the person on the bed was already… quite difficult to control himself.

Time was really short.

Incredibly short.

In the silence of midnight, Mr. Han was alone, leaning on the balcony and smoking silently.

Preoccupied.

And there are many things on his mind.