You Are Deep in The Stars

Immediately afterward, Bai Xi quickly thought of another question. If Mrs. Zhou did use medicine to suppressed her supernatural powers and married an ordinary human and had children, then theoretically speaking, Zhou Jing would most likely be a person with special abilities.

“Do we have to think of a way to remind Zhou Jing about this first?” Bai Xi asked, “She must not know anything. Just in case her superpower suddenly appears one day, for example, like Zhao Xiaojuan going through the wall in broad daylight, then…” That was simply unthinkable.

“Do you want to have a chat with Mrs. Zhou?” Han Zhuo said, “It would be more appropriate for her to remind her daughter than for us to show up suddenly.”

Bai Xi nodded, “Yes.”

“Then don’t think about it now,” Han Zhuo said, “After working hard for several hours, you should be rewarded with a big meal. What do you want to eat?”

“No appetite.” Bai Xi said honestly.

“Okay,” Han Zhuo started the car, “Then I’ll take you to Old Zhou first. Are you willing to live in a tavern? I heard there are many clean small rooms there.”

City H was considered one of the most prosperous cities in the country. It was beautifully built. Even in the gloomy and cold November, the evergreen trees and shops on both sides of the streets looked full of life. The location of the tavern this time was much better than the last noodle shop. Although it was also located in a back alley where sewage flowed, at least it did not require driving through most of the city.

“Xiao Huaqing Massage Parlor, Men’s Footbath, Miami Hotel?” Bai Xi looked at the signs one by one, and then said to Mr. Han, “Why do I feel like this place is a bit like a gathering place for pornographic establishments?”

“The more complex people are, the easier it is to conceal their identities, and Old Zhou has always preferred these smoky places. At this point, his preference is a mystery.” Han Zhuo stopped the car, “Let’s go up.”

Zhou Jinshan was busy behind the bar. When he saw the two people coming in, he just nodded slightly. Due to the incident of heroically catching a thief at the train station, Bai Xi actually had some psychological shadow over Mr. Zhou. However, since the other person seemed to have forgotten about it, he calmly said: “Hello, my surname is Bai.”

“What do you want to drink?” Old Zhou asked.

“It seems that your business is very good at this time.” Han Zhuo looked around and said, “Forget it, let’s go to the place where we stay first.”

“It’s not very busy this time, but there have been a lot of customers every day lately.” Old Zhou handed over the business to his assistant and left with the two people through the back door, “You know the reason.”

There seemed to be some new plan going on in the underground warehouse recently, and more pursuers had been released. In this depressing environment, every time a person with superpowers disappeared, more people with superpowers would swarm into the small tavern. They drank glasses of pomegranate juice with fear, hoping that they could lose their research value as soon as possible in exchange for a peaceful life.

“We’re here.” Zhou Jinshan handed over the key, “See you tomorrow morning.”

Bai Xi nodded, “Thank you.”

This was a very small suite, only about 40 square meters, but it was very clean. Putting aside the bustling massage parlors opposite, the room itself was considered a pretty good place to live—and it also had a kitchen with all the pots and pans available.

“Are you really not hungry?” Han Zhuo asked, “If you are too lazy to go out. I can still cook for you.”

“Instant noodles,” Bai Xi said.

Han Zhuo frowned, “Not healthy.”

But it was just because it was unhealthy that it tasted so delicious. Especially the braised beef noodles the night before the exam were simply one of the best delicacies in his memory.

“But I want to eat,” Bai Xi repeated again. He hugged the cushions and nestled on the sofa, his eyes looking particularly bright.

Mr. Han raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, I admit, there is no resistance.”

Downstairs was an internet cafe and a canteen, with a wide variety of convenience foods. The expected feast turned out to be instant noodles and ham sausage. Han Zhuo was busy in the kitchen, trying to make the dinner as varied as possible. Due to his height, his head would often hit the low cabinet, so he would frown and rub it before continuing to chop vegetables. The picture was really…cute. Although this word sounded a bit inappropriate, at least in Bai Xi’s opinion, the current Mr. Han was as cute as Peppa Pig.

“Don’t cause trouble!” Han Zhuo slapped away his hand that was flailing around, “Go and sit down in the living room.”

“No,” Bai Xi refused, hugged him from behind, touched his chest muscles through his shirt, and then went one step further and opened two buttons of Mr. Han’s shirt.

“I’m going to call the police,” Han Zhuo said, amused.

Bai Xi put his slightly cold hands into his clothes, and the first thing he touched was the strong and flat abdominal muscles—it felt really good.

“Little pervert.” Han Zhuo was so aroused by him that he reached out to turn off the stove flame, turned around, picked him up suddenly, and led him to the bedroom, “You really thought I couldn’t do anything to you, did you?”

“No, no, no, no, I know I was wrong, wrong, wrong.” Bai Xi was thrown on the bed by him, and he smiled and dragged the pillow over to defend himself, “Brother, I’m sorry… um.”

Han Zhuo held his lips in his mouth. He was actually very cautious. He didn’t gradually deepen the kiss until he saw the person under him closing his eyes.

The aroma of food and the hug of a lover were the most beautiful things. Bai Xi was a little uncontrollably distracted and couldn’t help but daydream about other things.

Han Zhuo opened his collar and lowered his head to press a kiss on his collarbone.

Bai Xi was a little embarrassed. Currently, his level of hooliganism was limited to attacking others and did not include being attacked by others.

“Why is this face so red?” Mr. Han poked his cheek and asked ambiguously, “Is there any redness elsewhere?”

“Shut up.” Bai Xi pinched his mouth like a duck, “Don’t speak.”

“Check it for me?” Han Zhuo chuckled in his ear and slid his hands down his lower back.

“No!” Bai Xi grabbed his wrist, and his face, which was already very red, turned even redder than expected. It took him a long time to stutter out, “My face is lumpy.”

Han Zhuo put his forehead on his chest and smiled.

“I give up, you are the best, okay?” Bai Xi pushed him away, “Eat!”

“You are really the cutest in the world.” Han Zhuo came up to him again and kissed the side of his face, “Let’s go and eat.”

Bai Xi was pulled to sit up. Just as Han Zhuo was about to tidy up his messy clothes, there was a “dong” sound outside the window, followed by a scream.

A paunchy man was laying shirtless and rolling on the street. It looked like he had been badly thrown. According to the owner of the fruit stand, he flew straight out from the second floor of the Miami Hotel.

“Are the gangs seeking revenge?” Bai Xi stood by the window and looked down.

“It’s not unusual for fights to happen in a place like this.” Han Zhuo said, “Only wearing a pair of underwear in the winter, you should be able to guess what he was going to do in the hotel, right?”

Bai Xi glanced at the dozen or so bathing centers and massage parlors on this street, and said, “Oh.”

Police cars and ambulances arrived within minutes, obviously familiar with the area. The unlucky middle-aged man was helped onto a stretcher. Several police officers entered the Miami Hotel and brought out a person after a while. Due to the large number of onlookers, a black cloth was used to cover the face, but Bai Xi could still recognize it at a glance. Without any time to explain, he rushed into the kitchen and dragged Han Zhuo out.

The police car roared away, and Mrs. Zhou sat in the police car, trembling all over her body, her face paler than the piece of paper.

Old Zhou soon learned the news. The middle-aged man was not a superpower, but an ordinary sex hunter who wanted to come to this bathing center to have fun. However, for some reason, he was inexplicably accommodated in the Miami Hotel and Mrs. Zhou pushed him out the window. Fortunately, the fall was not life-threatening and he only broke his left leg.

“Leave it to me.” Zhou Jinshan picked up the phone, “No matter what happens, we need to fish the person out first.”