You Are Deep in The Stars

“I’m really in a bad mood tonight, but I shouldn’t take it out on you.” Wang Yuanchen asked, “Are you still angry?”

Liu Chunchun shook his head.

Wang Yuanchen smiled and handed over the beautiful box again: “Then, Merry Christmas.”

“Thank you.” Liu Chunchun held it in his hand, “Should I open it now?”

Wang Yuanchen replied, “Up to you.”

Liu Chunchun pulled off the ribbon, and inside was a basketball, signed by an NBA superstar.

So, in fact, Mr. Wang was not very careless. At least when he passed by the living room countless times carrying a teacup and scorned the football games on TV, he still remembered Liu Chunchun’s favorite star.

“This is the coolest Christmas gift I have ever received.” Liu Chunchun really liked it very much.

“Do you want to go out next weekend? There’s a good and exciting place I didn’t go to last time.” Wang Yuanchen asked again. He originally just wanted to be democratic in a symbolic way and did not expect the other party to refuse. Unexpectedly, Liu Chunchun actually shook his head and explained: “I am going home next weekend, and I just booked the flight ticket.”

“You want to go home after you quarrelled with me?” Mr. Wang was very unhappy when he heard this and pulled his cheek hard, “Who are you going to complain to?”

“What kind of complaint?” Liu Chunchun said vaguely, his cheeks deformed by him, “My grandpa is celebrating his birthday. He turned 80 this year, and the whole family has to rush there.”

“Oh, really?” Wang Yuanchen let go of his hand. “When will you come back?”

“Tuesday. I planned to take two and a half days off and take a flight on Friday afternoon,” Liu Chunchun said.

Wang Yuanchen nodded, “Which flight? Book a ticket for me too.”

Liu Chunchun was shocked this time. “You?”

“I am your bodyguard,” Wang Yuanchen reminded him.

Liu Chunchun: “…”

Wang Yuanchen’s eyes darkened. “You actually still hesitate?”

Liu Chunchun’s back felt cold, and he immediately grabbed his phone and opened the app. “How could it be possible? You can sleep in the same bedroom with me.”

Mr. Wang thought about it and nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

“But you have to control your temper,” Liu Chunchun reminded again. “My family is a lot, there are seven aunts and eight uncles, and they are very nagging. They especially like to introduce people to others and check household registrations. You can’t be impatient, and don’t curse.”

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

“And my grandpa is an old-fashioned intellectual. When we got there, you couldn’t wear earrings, rings, or tattoos,” Liu Chunchun said, taking half a step back for safety. “You could leave it alone normally, but this is his birthday, so you have to cooperate; otherwise, he would think that I am living with a gangster.”

Wang Yuanchen brought him in front of him and asked thoughtfully, “Then what compensation could I get?”

“I’ll make steamed buns for you when we get back,” Liu Chunchun said coaxingly. “It’s something you’ve never tasted before, stuffed with pork, cabbage, and shrimp.”

Mr. Wang thought about it for a moment and nodded. “Deal.”

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In the apartment on Xinghai Road, Bai Xi was also wrapped in a quilt, anxious and insomniac, with Liang Yi and Niu Daxiang on his mind. Being able to face Han Zhuo frankly, openly revealing his true identity, knowing the hidden teleportation skills well, and even having the ability to restore Zhou Jing’s bones to health, this mysterious director of the Beidou Research Institute sounded like he really didn’t look like an ordinary person. But the more unusual it was, the higher the risk factor seemed to be.

Han Zhuo hugged him from behind.

Bai Xi was startled, turned around, and apologized, “Did I wake you up?”

“Still thinking about tomorrow?” Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi nodded and said, “Do you really want to go? We don’t even know whether the other party is a friend or an enemy.”

“Worried that I would be detained in that hospital?” Han Zhuo smiled.

Just hearing his words, Bai Xi felt numb in his back—because that possibility did exist. It was a human scientific research institution and would not be afraid of people with superpowers, let alone the underground warehouse and Shi Tian’s ideas.

He immediately hugged Han Zhuo tightly. “I won’t allow you to go.”

“But he is the one we always want to get close to.” Han Zhuo patted him on the back. “We finally got the chance, but now you want to run away?”

“It’s different,” Bai Xi said. “No matter what the plan is, I have to ensure your absolute safety first.” In the current situation where he didn’t know the basics, he even felt that as long as Han Zhuo appeared on the opponent’s territory, the escape route would immediately be cut off by a dragnet and sent to the laboratory again.

“That hospital must have also conducted experiments on superpowers; otherwise, Liang Yi wouldn’t have been able to find a way to treat Zhou Jing based on the data sent to the research institute from the underground warehouse,” Bai Xi continued. “Even if we wanted to talk, why should we go to his territory if we could find a relatively safe place?”

Han Zhuo replied, “Because I want to see Zhou Jing.”

“I also want to visit her, but not now,” Bai Xi insisted.

Feeling that he was being hugged tighter and tighter, like a child trying to defend his Teacher Steve, Han Zhuo felt a little funny, but more of a feeling of warmth and… happiness. This seemed like a very old-fashioned word; at the same time, it was also an extremely precious and luxurious enjoyment.

“Then where do you think is appropriate?” Han Zhuo asked him patiently. “It must be absolutely private.”

Bai Xi said without thinking, “A hotel.” Any hotel, any room, would be absolutely quiet and private, and it wasn’t too late to visit Zhou Jing after confirming the other party’s purpose and thoughts.

“Okay,” Han Zhuo smiled. “I’ll listen to you.”

“Really?” Bai Xi raised his head.

“Of course it’s true,” Han Zhuo pinched his nose. “Why would I lie to you about this kind of thing?”

“Not only this kind of thing, but also anything; you are not allowed to lie to me,” Bai Xi corrected.

Mr. Han nodded, raised his hand, and said, “I promise.”

Of course, this was not a very weighty oath. At least Bai Xi would not believe it, and Han Zhuo himself did not believe it. The so-called love without concealment probably only existed in the imagination of fairy tales—but for this night and for Bai Xi, everything in the future could be ignored for the time being.

Han Zhuo wrapped him in his arms and lowered his head, kissing him again and again.

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The next morning, Liang Yi looked at the text message on his phone and shook his head with a smile. “It seems that Han Zhuo is still wary of us. He proposed to change the time and place of the meeting—oh? This is a hotel.”

“But we didn’t think about doing anything to him,” Zhou Yong sat opposite him.

“This is normal. After all, we had never dealt with Han Zhuo before.” Liang Yi put down the coffee cup and taught, “Sincerity must be step by step, slowly reflected in actions and words, and we are quite well prepared. So, I believed that sooner or later, this powerful person would be willing to open his heart to us.”