You Are Deep in The Stars

Five minutes later, Liu Chunchun’s mouth went dry after talking, but the bedroom door in front of him was still closed. He squatted at the door, wondering why Wang Yuanchen still refused to get up even though he was the first place in his heart now.

The wall clock had already pointed to half past twelve. Liu Chunchun mustered up the courage to carefully unscrew the door handle and stuck his head in. “I have to go to the company in the afternoon. What do you want to eat? I’ll prepare it and put it in the kitchen.”

Wang Yuanchen took a deep breath, pushed away the quilt, and sat up. “I’ll see you off.”

Liu Chunchun was shocked. “Why do you look so awful?”

Wang Yuanchen replied tiredly, “My stomach hurts.” Nine cups of coffee, a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and the insomnia nerves that had been ravaged by caffeine all night long made him shiver for several hours that morning, as if he had fallen into a cold cave.

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?” Liu Chunchun said anxiously. “Is it serious? Have you taken medicine? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Wang Yuanchen replied, “It’s serious, but I haven’t eaten, so I won’t go.”

Liu Chunchun grabbed the coat on one side. “Get up, let’s go to the clinic downstairs.”

Wang Yuanchen laid back down again.

Liu Chunchun pushed away the quilt, took his arm, and swung him, forcefully carrying him on his back.

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

“Get your own clothes,” Liu Chunchun warned as he turned around.

Wang Yuanchen easily missed his hand, and Liu Chunchun screamed as he fell on the carpet without even realizing what had happened.

Mr. Wang sat back on the bed; his face paler. His loose and soft nightgown was all open, revealing his beautiful muscles and his good figure, which was only covered by a pair of narrow underwear. There were probably many people who would bleed because of this, but Liu Chunchun must not have been among them, as he had drawn Mr. Wang naked innocently seventeen or eighteen times, with no distracting thoughts.

“I won’t go to the hospital,” Wang Yuanchen said. “I’ll be fine after some sleep.”

“…Okay, then we’ll observe for another hour.” Liu Chunchun helped him to lay down. “Besides coffee and noodles, what else did you eat last night?”

Wang Yuanchen said, “Wine.”

Liu Chunchun: “…”

What?

“Four o’clock in the morning,” Mr. Wang added.

Liu Chunchun really couldn’t figure it out. “Why were you drinking in the middle of the night?”

Because of insomnia. Wang Yuanchen closed his eyes again and didn’t want to talk anymore.

Liu Chunchun sighed inwardly. He took out stomach medicine and a thermometer from the small medicine box and took care of the patient wholeheartedly. He also found a set of thick pyjamas from the closet, took off Mr. Wang’s pyjamas that had no warmth, and finally found three pieces of fever plaster from somewhere, forcibly tore them apart, and pasted them on.

The chill was driven away little by little, and the temperature of his fingertips gradually returned. Wang Yuanchen laid on the quilt, watching Liu Chunchun making medicine and making a phone call. “Yes, help me take a leave. I will work overtime on weekends to make up for it. Thank you.”

“Can you take our medicine?” Liu Chunchun came over with a cup, a bit unsure. “Or is there a special Ultraman hospital?”

Wang Yuanchen looked at him faintly.

Liu Chunchun understood and handed the medicine to him with both hands. “Here.”

The medicine was very astringent and bitter but was extremely effective.

The three pieces of fever plaster were like small suns, constantly emitting scorching heat. Wang Yuanchen sweated and felt anxious. He rolled up and down in the quilt. After half an hour, the temperature had cooled down only a little. Liu Chunchun descended from the sky like an Immortal. He put his hand into the quilt, touched it accurately, and then said, “It’s not hot anymore. Tear it off and replace it with a new one.”

Mr. Wang couldn’t bear it anymore. “How dare you!”

Liu Chunchun was shocked. Could it be that he actually likes the plaster?

Wang Yuanchen’s lips were pale, and his eyes were fierce.

Liu Chunchun quickly raised his hands in surrender.

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Mrs. Zhou stirred the coffee cup with a small spoon, turning the cute latte art into an abstract pattern. She had not hesitated long this time; she quickly agreed to Han Zhuo’s previous suggestion—to tell her daughter everything so that she could be mentally prepared in advance.

“But I have one more request,” Mrs. Zhou continued. “Please don’t let my husband know about this. He is a very honest man who has been in the army and knows nothing about the existence of superpowers… He’ll be frightened.”

Bai Xi nodded. “Okay.” He did not intend to reveal Zhou Yong’s identity to Mrs. Zhou, at least not now. That should be their own matter between husband and wife. Still, he asked tentatively, “If one day Uncle Zhou learns about the existence of superpowers, would you mind telling him the truth?”

“I don’t know,” Mrs. Zhou shook her head and added. “Maybe. I rely on him very much.”

Bai Xi smiled. “I can tell.”

“Then let’s decide this first. I will let Jingjing return to China as soon as possible and then bring her to see Boss Zhou,” Mrs. Zhou said.

“Xiao Bai and I will also come by then,” Han Zhuo nodded. “So don’t worry, if there is any problem, we will find a solution together.”

Mrs. Zhou thanked them gratefully. Although she still felt worried, she felt a lot more secure than when she had arrived. She booked a train ticket for seven o’clock in the evening, and Bai Xi and Han Zhuo had to stay for two more days due to work.

“You really don’t need to see me off tonight,” Mrs. Zhou said apologetically. “I can take a taxi to the train station myself.”

“We have nothing to do,” Bai Xi smiled. “It just so happens that we can have dinner together.”

Although her purpose for coming this time was far from “traveling,” Mrs. Zhou still went to the mall to choose a few souvenirs to take back to her husband. They were all very cute and warm little ornaments. Bai Xi smiled and said, “Will Uncle Zhou like these?”

“I don’t know,” Mrs. Zhou said, a little embarrassed. When she talked about her husband, she still smiled like a girl. “After so many years of marriage, he always says he likes whatever I like.”

“That’s great.” Bai Xi helped her carry the shopping basket. “No wonder Zhou Jing is like an innocent little girl when she’s in love.” Regardless of her incompatible height in the eyes of others, and regardless of Liu Chunchun’s uncooperative attitude, she still liked him so loudly that the whole school knew about it.

Mrs. Zhou also chose a small gift for her daughter. The lady at the counter said, “Our bracelets come in different sizes. I wonder how thin your daughter’s wrist is?”

“Ah, I don’t know,” Mrs. Zhou said, taking out her mobile phone to ask her daughter. However, the voice prompt turned it off.

“Sorry, my daughter was at work and might not have been able to answer the phone,” Mrs. Zhou said regretfully. “Was the approximate size okay?”

“Sure.” The lady at the counter, trying her best to promote the business, smiled brightly. “We are a national chain. As long as you don’t remove the trademark and keep the invoice, you could change the size for free at any store within three months.”

Mrs. Zhou readily made the purchase. After an afternoon of shopping, she had accumulated many bits and pieces. On their way to the train station, Bai Xi chatted and joked with her. Han Zhuo droves around three streets and glanced in the rearview mirror again, frowning slightly.