You Are Deep in The Stars

In the evening, Mother and Father Liu went out to play mahjong at their uncle’s house. They called Liu Chunchun early and asked him and Xiao Wang to rest early. Their luggage packed, and there were ready-made steamed buns in the refrigerator. They would go to the airport after dinner tomorrow morning.

When the two entered the house, Liu Chunchun was turning on the lights, but Mr. Wang had already taken off his clothes all the way up to the second floor. The strong smell of food and alcohol from the birthday banquet, as well as the smell of cigarette smoke left by the passengers in the taxi, made him feel smoky, and he didn’t want to waste a second to take a shower. Liu Chunchun followed him resignedly, picking up his clothes from his coat to his underwear. Finally, he took out his pyjamas from the cabinet, knocked on the door, and asked, “Do you want some clothes?”

Wang Yuanchen opened the door without covering up his good figure at all.

But unfortunately, Liu Chunchun wasn’t distracted and stretched his hands forward. “Take it.”

Mr. Wang narrowed his eyes evilly. He suddenly stretched out his hand, swept the person in front of him, and pressed him under the shower head.

Hot water poured down on his head, and Liu Chunchun was caught off guard and exclaimed. He closed his eyes and tried to turn off the faucet, but he caught a rather embarrassing part – that belonged to Mr. Wang.

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“You’re harassing me.” Wang Yancheng said calmly.

Liu Chunchun pressed the faucet, and his thick sweater soaked with water. This put him on the verge of collapse. He really had no time to deal with the other party’s teasing, so he just wiped the water off his face and ran away. He entered the bathroom downstairs and left a line of wet footprints.

Angry? Wang Yuanchen leaned against the wall leisurely, glanced at the stairs, then curled his lips and continued to take a bath slowly. He applied shower gel six or seven times until he heard a noise from outside the door, then dried himself off and walked out of the bathroom.

Liu Chunchun sat on the bed, playing games. He was wearing a pink cotton housecoat, which looked extremely cheap and cute.

Wang Yuanchen slid across the screen with his sharp nails, leading the villain to successfully pass the level.

“You win,” he said.

Liu Chunchun threw his phone aside.

“That’s just a joke,” Wang Yuanchen ruffled his hair and said confidently, “I like to see you wet, like a little duck.”

Liu Chunchun didn’t want whether he wanted to be angry or laugh. He said angrily without confidence, “Have you ever apologized like this?”

“I did not apologize,” Mr. Wang denied.

Liu Chunchun: “…”

“Do you need to apologize?” Wang Yuanchen asked again.

Liu Chunchun stared at him for more than ten seconds, and suddenly felt very weak. He waved his hand and said, “Forget it, no need.”

Wang Yuanchen said, “Then I’m hungry.”

Liu Chunchun covered his head with a pillow, trying to pretend he didn’t hear it.

Wang Yuanchen squatted next to him, grabbed the open button, and repeated, “I’m hungry.”

As if a repeater was ringing in his ears, Liu Chunchun sat up. His hair was like a chicken coop, and his eyes were red. He surrendered to his fate and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Wang Yuanchen thought for a while and replied, “Instant noodles.”

“You usually don’t eat that kind of junk food.” Liu Chunchun walked downstairs in slippers. “Wait.”

In this regard, Wang Yuanchen was very obedient. He almost put his hands on his knees and said, “Yes.”

There were ready-made steamed buns in the refrigerator, but Liu Chunchun didn’t reheat them. He cooked a bowl of dragon beard noodles, added shredded pork and chopped green onion, which was simple and delicious.

On a cold and snowy day, Mr. Wang wore thick home clothes, sat at the small table in the bedroom, and ate all the noodles in the cartoon bowl. Because Liu Chunchun had said it was a midnight snack, he only made it to pad his stomach and refused to make more.

Wang Yuanchen was very dissatisfied with this. He stood in front of the sink, looked at the strawberry-flavoured pink toothpaste with disgust, and reluctantly put it into his mouth. Liu Chunchun was hardworking and simple. He washed the dishes and made the bed first. When he could finally relax and lay down, his back was sore and even more tiring than moving bricks all day long.

Mr. Wang’s conscience found it and he took the initiative to ask, “Do you need a massage?”

“No need.” Liu Chunchun was very alert.

However, this refusal had no effect. Wang Yuanchen took his arm and turned him over easily. The next moment, his hands caught the soft waist.

“It’s itchy!” Liu Chunchun screamed.

“Relax,” Wang Yuanchen ordered.

Liu Chunchun flattened his duck’s mouth in grievance: “Uh.”

“I want you to relax.” Wang Yuanchen moved gently and carefully pressed the tight shoulders. “If you don’t know what to do, just close your eyes and sleep.”

“Will it hurt?” Liu Chunchun asked.

“Why does massage hurt?” Wang Yuanchen puzzled.

‘It’s hard to say. After all, you are the masseuse and anything is possible,’ Liu Chunchun retorted silently in his heart, but he didn’t really say it out loud, so as not to attract violence again. And with the other party’s movements, a sour and astringent feeling continued to come from the seams of his bones. It was indeed very comfortable, so he completely let down his guard and closed his eyes with peace of mind.