You Are Deep in The Stars

This time Mr. Wang already had rich experience. He did not call Bai Xi again but directly carried Liu Chunchun back to bed.

A large number of aliens fell from the sky, war broke out in their once warm homeland, and Mother Earth was riddled with holes and devastation. But at this critical moment, Liu Chunchun finally groaned feebly and woke up from his dream.

The scene in front of him was illusory and floating, like the movie Inception. After five minutes, his chaotic and noisy brain gradually regained its clarity.

Wang Yuanchen was leaning next to him with a very condescending look in his eyes.

Liu Chunchun shrank his neck unconsciously.

“Can’t speak anymore?” Wang Yuanchen pinched his face with his fingertips.

Liu Chunchun frowned in pain and finally confirmed that he had woken up from his dream, so he couldn’t help but ask again, “Is Brother Bai really an alien?”

“Count as…half?” Wang Yuanchen thought for a while and said firmly, “In short, he is definitely not an ordinary person like you.”

This was so terrifying. Liu Chunchun buried his head in the pillow, and an Ultraman had actually slept with him for four years.

The world was too crazy, far beyond imagination. So, on this night, Liu Chunchun rarely took the initiative to ask for a drink. Wang Yuanchen leaned his head on the small bar with one hand and watched him drink an entire bottle of foreign wine by himself.

Of course, Bai Xi didn’t know about this yet. He was currently sitting on Mr. Han’s bed, holding Mr. Han’s computer, and looking at the email Wu Zigang had sent to Mr. Han—an old email about Zhou Yong. All information.

“Keep reading, and you will be able to recite the full text proficiently,” Han Zhuo came over, “Don’t you plan on taking a rest?”

“I’m not sleepy.” Bai Xi tilted his head, avoiding his kiss, and rushed people away, “Why are you still here? Go take a shower quickly.”

“OK, I’ll give you another half hour of computer time.” Han Zhuo pinched his neck, got up, and went to the bathroom.

The inbox also made a “ding” sound at this time, showing that there was a new email. The sender was Wu Zigang. Bai Xi didn’t think much about it. He swiped the mouse and clicked on the attachment. The first page turned out to be a picture of a bloody… corpse? The man with a ferocious face was laying on the ground with his fingers bent, and his dilated pupils should have had no focus, but they seemed to be staring at the sky.

Bai Xi was not mentally prepared for such a sudden visual impact and almost screamed out in surprise. He instinctively threw the computer aside, his heart pounding wildly. He originally wanted to wait for Han Zhuo to come out, but he couldn’t forget the file names he had just scanned at a glance. Those should be aliens who had been captured by the underground warehouse. This file should record the experiments and torture they had experienced.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Xi clicked on the attachment again and typed Han Zhuo’s name in the search bar. Seventy-six pieces of relevant information were displayed, followed by an eye-catching bracket description—part.

Seventy-six pieces of information were seventy-six experiments. Bai Xi slid the mouse. He didn’t even have the courage to read the experimental steps carefully. He just browsed through the pictures: the white laboratory and the person he loved who was tied to the operating table.

Cut skin, exposed tissue, corrosion by drugs, strong light, high temperature, freezing—all kinds of cruel and inhumane tests, just to observe what Han Zhuo could do after undergoing different experimental transformations. How far could he go beyond his own limits?

Bai Xi’s hands were shaking a little. Before this, he had never thought carefully about the contents of the experiment in the underground warehouse. He only knew that it was cruel and inhumane. But when these “cruelties” were really displayed in front of him in a concrete way, for the first time, he felt real fear. It was the chill seeping from his heart, biting his bones one by one, cutting off his senses, leaving only darkness and silence in the world.

Until a pair of warm and dry hands covered his eyes.

Bai Xi woke up from the nightmare.

“Who allowed you to see this?” Han Zhuo closed the computer with one hand, half-knelt on the bed, and gently hugged him into his arms, “It’s okay, it’s all fine now.”

Bai Xi was covered in cold sweat. He hugged Han Zhuo hard, trying to find some sense of security, but those images still flashed through his mind unconsciously, and the cold blade rolled through his heart, making his face whiter than paper.

“Don’t think about anything,” Han Zhuo ordered him.

“It was sent by Wu Zigang.” Bai Xi finally said something.

“I know he wanted me to give this information to Zhou Yong, but I didn’t expect you to click on it first.” Han Zhuo felt helpless and put his hand on Bai Xi’s back to comfort him gently, “It’s okay, it’s all over.”

“What can I do?” Bai Xi asked.

“You can do a lot, but at least you have to calm down first.” Han Zhuo kissed him on the forehead. “Would you like some water?”

Bai Xi shook his head.

“Then have a good rest.” Han Zhuo helped him to lay down. “You are allowed to sleep on my bed tonight.”

Bai Xi held the side of his face with one hand, stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly moved closer to kiss his lips. From the stiffness and jerkiness at the beginning to the lingering and eagerness later, the tongue tips were hot and entangled, and the sound of the kiss was particularly touching in the silent night. He fumbled to unbutton his pajamas, but his wrists were grabbed and pushed back into the bed.

“Don’t you want it?” Bai Xi’s voice was hoarse.

“I think so, but not in this way.” Han Zhuo smiled and wiped his red eyes with his thumb. “You are already very tired, and you don’t seem to be very clear-headed.”

Bai Xi: “…”

‘You are the one not clear-headed.’

“Counting sheep for you?” Han Zhuo arranged his clothes and put him in his arms again.

The bedside lamp was turned to the darkest level, the aroma of essential oil candles was vague, the quilt was very comfortable, and the hug was very warm. The discomfort in Bai Xi’s heart finally subsided. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the gentle voice in his ears.

One little sheep, two little sheep, all the way up to three hundred little sheep.

“Good night.” Han Zhuo turned off the bedside lamp and said again, “No bad dreams.”

Bai Xi took a long breath and had a very quiet night as expected. He didn’t dream of anything bad, only a huge spaceship landing in a deserted desert, where all the superpowers were lining up to go home, and there were cheers and laughter everywhere. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

Bai Xi watched all this from a distance and was happy for them from the bottom of his heart. It wasn’t until a strong wind blew up the dust that he remembered another thing—where was Han Zhuo? Did he want to go back together?

His heartbeat stopped for a moment, but he didn’t dare to look for him in the crowd. He stood on tiptoes to see more clearly but accidentally slipped and rolled forward.

“Xiao Bai.” Han Zhuo patted his face. “Wake up. Did you have a nightmare?”

Bai Xi opened his eyes in shock, and the dazzling sunlight outside the window was shining in, making the whole bedroom warm.

“It’s time for you to get up.” Han Zhuo handed the alarm clock to him. “There is still a meeting at ten o’clock.”

The number showed nine twenty. Bai Xi suddenly woke up and rushed into the bathroom with slippers on.

Even Ultraman Tiga had to work hard to make money to support his family when there were no monsters.

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On the way to work, while Bai Xi was reading documents, he couldn’t help but think of the dream he had in the early morning, but this time his concept had a new change—if one day, Han Zhuo really left with other people with powers, then he couldn’t be regarded as an ex-boyfriend who gave up the relationship, but as a superhero who saved his people, shining, handsome, and brave.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Han Zhuo finally couldn’t help but ask during the red-light stop.

“Because you are my boyfriend.” Bai Xi replied confidently.

Mr. Han: “…”

Bai Xi continued, “So you can’t have any opinions, you can’t refuse, you can’t be angry, and most importantly, you can’t charge me.”

Han Zhuo nodded good-naturedly, “That makes sense.”

Within a short distance from Xinghai Road to the company, Wu Zigang sent three more emails in succession. The contents were basically the same, urging them to contact Zhou Yong as soon as possible without wasting any more time.

Bai Xi asked, “If we don’t cooperate, will he become another Shi Tian?”

“In the worst case, he may become even crazier than Shi Tian.” Han Zhuo said, “After all, everything Shi Tian does is for profit, so he will weigh the pros and cons, while Wu Zigang acts purely for the so-called ‘faith and dream.’ That is the power that can make anything happen, or destroy everything.”

Bai Xi nodded and typed a short reply with only one sentence: [We will do it in time.]