You Are Deep in The Stars

The night gradually grew deeper and quieter, and Liu Chunchun was busy in the kitchen.

The two did not return to the luxurious high-rise apartment but temporarily lived in an ordinary community behind the bar. Wang Yuanchen didn’t want to comment on this, but after Liu Chunchun got a formal job, he also had the right to buy food and cook on his own. Life finally became ordinary and comfortable again, and he felt quite satisfied.

Wang Yuanchen had no interest in eating, and his dinner was still just a glass of red wine. Liu Chunchun passed by the dining room carrying a bowl and greeted them warmly, “I’ll finish my meal right away, and then I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“Come here,” Wang Yuanchen held his forehead with one hand. “I have something to ask you.”

Liu Chunchun reluctantly sat down opposite him, carefully placing the porridge bowl on the crystal dining table. “What’s the problem?”

“Has anyone harassed you recently?” Wang Yuanchen shook the red wine in his glass. “Or have they been following you?”

Before Liu Chunchun could answer, Wang Yuanchen interrupted, “Forget it. Even if there were, given your IQ, you probably wouldn’t notice.”

Liu Chunchun thought with complicated emotions, wondering why he was being asked if Wang Yuanchen didn’t think he could answer it.

“Be careful and don’t leave Han Zhuo’s side,” Wang Yuanchen raised his head and finished the red liquid in his cup. “That madman is very dangerous. He must be planning something.”

“I understand, but you seem drunk,” Liu Chunchun glanced at the pile of empty bottles in the corner and carefully observed Wang Yuanchen’s eyes. “Shouldn’t you go back and rest?”

Wang Yuanchen unsteadily stood up and staggered toward the wine cabinet again.

Liu Chunchun had to stop him, saying, “You shouldn’t drink anymore.”

Impatiently, Wang Yuanchen looked at him, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Liu Chunchun shrank back in fear but persisted, “You should wait until tomorrow to drink.”

Wang Yuanchen used his sharp nails to unbutton his shirt collar.

Taking advantage of this distraction, Liu Chunchun helped him to the bedroom, coaxing him along the way, “Let’s drink tomorrow, let’s drink tomorrow, go to sleep now.”

Wang Yuanchen discarded his torn shirt, leaned against the bedside, and closed his eyes, unwilling to open them.

Liu Chunchun vigorously shook the quilt for him, but suddenly heard a “whoosh” in his ear, as if something had rushed past him.

He panicked, thinking, “Was that a hidden weapon?”

Wang Yuanchen firmly caught a cup, fetched a water bottle from the living room, and threw it to Liu Chunchun, ordering in a commanding tone, “Open it.”

The water bottle, neither light nor heavy, tumbled into Liu Chunchun’s arms and rolled onto the carpet.

But no one picked it up.

The bizarre scene, reminiscent of a low-budget horror movie, had shaken Liu Chunchun’s nerves, leaving him momentarily stunned.

A cup and a water bottle flew into his hands from the living room!

It wasn’t magic or an illusion.

He began to doubt his own eyes.

Or maybe the world had gone crazy.

Wang Yuanchen felt a chill and irritably reached out to grab a quilt.

But the large quilt soared into the air, enveloping Liu Chunchun tightly.

All was silent.

Because Liu Chunchun had fainted.

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Meanwhile, in the villa across town, supernatural forces were playing out their enchanting and dreamlike roles. Sparkling little stars were being dropped into glasses, transforming vodka cocktails into pools of beautiful spring water.

“Do you like it?” Han Zhuo asked.

Due to the cold weather, they had moved their nightly chats from the garden terrace to the small living room. It wasn’t as ideal to enjoy the breeze and starry sky, but it didn’t matter because whenever Mr. Han gestured, the world seemed to light up.

“Will it make you drunk?” Bai Xi inquired. “It seems quite potent.”

“It’s just a small glass, so it shouldn’t be too strong,” Han Zhuo replied, taking a sip. “It actually tastes quite good.”

Bai Xi took the glass from his hand, examining the little tipsy stars floating in the wine.

“It would taste even better if it were chilled,” Han Zhuo suggested.

Bai Xi nodded, and a layer of frost quickly coated the glass.

Han Zhuo smiled. “Impressive.”

“Reward,” Bai Xi said, extending his hand. “After all, even kindergarteners get little red encouragement stars. You shouldn’t be outdone by a kindergarten teacher.”

Mr. Han gently clasped his fingertips. “But I only have little stars.”

Bai Xi responded, “I also only like little stars.”

Han Zhuo shook his head. “You clearly like many things—recently you’ve taken up tennis, survival games, and Aunt Li’s sour bamboo shoots and chicken soup.”

“You shouldn’t put it that way,” Bai Xi corrected him. “If you’re too straightforward, you’ll bore someone to death.”

Mr. Han paused, considering the advice. “Then let me try again.”

Bai Xi cleared his throat. “I only like little stars.”

Mr. Han made an exaggerated expression of flattery and asked, “Do I need to cry?”

Bai Xi smiled and pushed him. Before the two of them could continue drinking, their cell phones suddenly rang, buzzing like an alarm.

The pink and soft atmosphere was immediately destroyed, but the caller ID showed Liu Chunchun, so Bai Xi had no choice but to pick it up.

Wang Yuanchen’s face was paralyzed the whole time, and he said bluntly: “Your friend was just scared and fainted by me.”

Bai Xi was immediately surprised: “What happened?”

Liu Chunchun on the bed happened to moan weakly at this time.

So, Wang Yuanchen continued to relay: “Wait a moment, he seems to wake up naturally and fainted again.”

Bai Xi: “…”