You Are Deep in The Stars

Because he knew how much Wang Yuanchen disliked Shi Tian, Bai Xi called Liu Chunchun as soon as he got home, but the other party hung up.

Liu Chunchun huddled under the quilt and sent text messages, only saying that Wang Yuanchen was fine and there was no need to worry. He would talk about the rest when they met tomorrow.

“Is he with you?” Bai Xi typed this sentence on the screen, but quickly deleted it and replaced it with the word “um.” After all, it seemed inappropriate to talk about other topics at that time.

Liu Chunchun put the muted phone on the bedside table very carefully because Wang Yuanchen was indeed sleeping next to him. After the long hug just now, Mr. Wang had leaned against Liu Chunchun’s bed, lost in thought, and then, very naturally, got into Liu Chunchun’s quilt.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

Liu Chunchun replied, “Oh.”

Fortunately, the two of them had already shared a bed a few days ago, so it didn’t seem too out of the ordinary. Liu Chunchun turned off the bedside lamp and rested with his back to him. He wisely only occupied a small corner of the large bed, leaving three-quarters of the space for Mr. Wang.

Wang Yuanchen didn’t fall asleep. He had very good night vision, so even in the dark, he could clearly see the short hair of the person next to him and the outline of the body wrapped in pyjamas. The bed was very warm, but he wanted more, and several times he wanted to pull the other person into his arms and hug him tightly.

But he didn’t do that because he was suddenly confused. He didn’t know whether he just wanted a little warmth from someone, just like when he was a child and envied the big bear in the window, or if it was really another kind of desire — something deeper, greedier, and raw.

Wang Yuanchen closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about it for the time being.

There was a Shi Tian blocking his path, which was definitely a disgusting and unappetizing thing. Before he could understand his own heart, he needed to get rid of this trouble first.

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Bai Xi closed the curtains and turned back into Mr. Han’s arms. “I’m not sleepy.”

“Huh?” Han Zhuo put down the book in his hand, placed his glasses on the bedside table, and hugged him with a smile. “Which answer do you want to hear? The more erotic one, the more considerate one, the more secure one—”

“Serious one.” Bai Xi covered his mouth.

“Okay, the most boring kind.” Han Zhuo held his wrist. “Still thinking about Chunchun?”

“I always thought that Mr. Wang would only fall in love with himself,” Bai Xi said. “If it’s really Chunchun, then…”

“What then?” Han Zhuo asked.

“Then will he go back one day in the future, right?” Bai Xi used the word “right,” and his tone of voice was actually very calm and cautious, but precisely because he was too calm, it seemed a bit more like a cover-up.

Before that, the two of them had rarely taken the initiative to mention this topic. Although the words “scumbag ex-boyfriend” sounded very insignificant and should not occupy an important position in a person’s long life, Bai Xi knew that Han Zhuo was unwilling to be separated from him — sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if Han Zhuo would stay on earth forever if the plan could never be implemented. But this kind of thought often only flashed by and was replaced by more complex inner struggles about the future of superpowers, Han Zhuo’s personal abilities, and this relationship that had created rifts from the beginning.

The more he loved now, the more daggers would be inserted into his heart in the future. There was no doubt about this. Bai Xi really couldn’t ignore all this and just enjoy love. He became a little worried about gains and losses, but no one noticed it for the time being.

“Maybe,” Han Zhuo said. “Everyone has different ideas.”

Bai Xi said, “Yeah.”

Han Zhuo pressed a kiss on his smooth forehead. “Why don’t you look at me?”

“I’m tired,” Bai Xi hugged him. “Go to sleep.”

“Are you worried that I will leave?” Han Zhuo asked again, his hot and moist breath blowing in his ears, making his voice sound extremely ambiguous.

Bai Xi tightened his arms and acquiesced to this question.

“Go to sleep.” He repeated again, but his voice was obviously filled with more emotions. It was muffled and blocked, and even had a little vibrato, like a child who had been wronged but still refused to admit it.

Han Zhuo pressed the person under him, gently raised his chin, and stared into the red eyes. When Bai Xi’s secret feelings were discovered, he simply broke the jar and threw it away, making his sad emotions more confident and powerful. However, before he could cry, Mr. Han had already bowed his head and kissed him.

The sobs and accusations were blocked back. Bai Xi struggled to get out but was suppressed and became even more unable to fight back. Compared with before, Han Zhuo seemed to be more arrogant and impatient that night. He sucked the other party’s bright red tongue with his thin lips, as if he wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

Bai Xi soon became breathless. There was no doubt that this was a kiss full of desire and enthusiasm, but to him, it was far from enjoyment — more like punishment, suffocating, stinging, and even his hands and feet became cold.