You Are Deep in The Stars

Wang Yuanchen felt a little uncomfortable. He really didn’t know how to face this overwhelming “family warmth,” but the other party undoubtedly had good intentions, and he had no reason to get up and leave. So, although he didn’t want to, he still took the pink spoon and scooped the eggs slowly and solemnly.

Han Zhuo saw this, lowered his head, smiled, and gave Liu Chunchun a thumbs up.

Bai Xi kicked him under the table. “Eat your food!”

Perhaps because Liu Chunchun was taking care of him, Mr. Wang could eat the meal a little bit better. When saying goodbye, he even accepted a large thermos box of mutton soup handed over by Aunt Li.

“I’ll take it.” After walking out of the community garden, Liu Chunchun stretched out his hand.

Wang Yuanchen directly held his hand without thinking.

Liu Chunchun asked, “Huh?”

Wang Yuanchen’s face froze, and he quickly shook it away as if it were a piece of red-hot charcoal that would burn him. His expression was quite ferocious: “I’ll carry it myself!”

Liu Chunchun: “…”

“Okay, okay, you take it.”

On the dark blue night, a few small stars twinkled, creating a transparent pink halo around them.

Liu Chunchun said, “Hey, walk slower!”

Wang Yuanchen listened as if he didn’t hear anything, but instead quickened his pace. His two long legs “swished” forward, and the image on his back was of a white rampaging swan.

Liu Chunchun wanted to cry but had no tears. He ran all the way against the cold wind. Why did he have such a bodyguard?

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In the study, Bai Xi was helping Bai Boyang handle company documents. The father and son talked and laughed. The atmosphere was quite good until Bai Boyang asked, “I heard that you have been working well with Mr. Qian recently?”

“Yes, Uncle Qian took good care of me,” Bai Xi replied without changing his expression. “But I don’t want to have romantic relationship with Qian Xiaoxiao. Has he come to find you?”

Bai Boyang coughed. “Ahem!”

Bai Boyang said, “No, no.”

That night, Mrs. Bai asked with concern, “How is it?”

Bai Boyang leaned on the bed, holding the magazine in his hands. “Your son said he doesn’t want to fall in love for five years.”

Mrs. Bai sighed regretfully. How could he have such high standards? He had no experience in love at all. In the future, he must not be seduced by some little vixen.

In the opposite bedroom, Bai Xi was holding the quilt and protesting through gritted teeth: “Go back downstairs!”

“No,” Han Zhuo hugged him and spoke. “Kiss me.”

Bai Xi covered his mouth. “My parents are right across the hallway!”

“They won’t break into your bedroom,” Han Zhuo held his wrist. “I locked the door.”

“That won’t work either.” Bai Xi pushed him away and warned, “Be honest!”

Han Zhuo lowered his head and gave him no chance to refuse. Bai Xi frowned slightly and wanted to push the person away, but his wrist was pressed heavily on the side of the pillow. This was a very domineering and aggressive kiss. The strength of the two parties was very different, and Bai Xi was forced to open his mouth. He catered to him and soon gave up resistance.

Han Zhuo smiled, and the kiss became more focused and serious. It was not until he felt that the person beneath him was out of breath and lost in love that he finally let go.

Bai Xi felt a little dissatisfied. He opened his eyes and wanted to protest, but he was unprepared when he encountered a pair of eyes filled with mist and moisture. The upper corners of his eyes were filled with concentration and fascination, as if he were hiding ten thousand words that could not be dissolved—open love words. Affectionate men were always charming, not to mention the fact that he looked like a gentle, elegant, ascetic, and evil scum.

Bai Xi looked away and said with some reluctance, “You are committing a foul.”

“Don’t you like it?” Han Zhuo pinched his chin and smiled softly. “Half an hour, okay? Then I’ll go back to sleep.”

Bai Xi moved to the side and gave him half of the bed.

The hormonal smell brought by the kiss had not dissipated. As a healthy adult male, Bai Xi naturally wanted more—but he soon discovered to his dismay that every time the atmosphere between the two was at its best, the location was the problem. It was hard to describe. Last time it had been in Zhou Jinshan’s old guest room, and this time it was next door to his parents.

“What were you thinking about?” Han Zhuo asked while holding him.

Bai Xi came back to his senses. “Huh?”

Han Zhuo repeated it again. “I’m asking you, what were you thinking about?” When he spoke, his voice was very soft, low, and magnetic, making it even more ambiguous and meaningful.

Bai Xi pinched his mouth with both hands and ordered, “You are not allowed to speak.”

Han Zhuo nodded.

Bai Xi added, “Close your eyes.”

Han Zhuo remained very cooperative.

Bai Xi turned off the desk lamp, hoping that this dangerous night would pass quietly.

But unfortunately, Mr. Han cheated.

Hundreds of little stars fell from the ceiling, twinkling softly, and soon filled the whole room.