You Are Deep in The Stars

The amusement park on weekends was crowded with people, and queues were required for every popular item. Even the ice cream cart was crowded. Bai Xi and Han Zhuo sat on the lawn bench, silent, basking in the sun side by side like two retired old men.

Once the thrilling projects were no longer exciting, the fun of the amusement park was greatly reduced. Fortunately, this did not stump Mr. Han, although he was extremely lacking in experience in this area and did not even know the difference between rushing through rapids and walking through rapids. But the romantic DNA perfectly inherited from Daisy still fully played its role at this time, allowing him to find what he should do next in a very short time.

“Where are you going?” Bai Xi asked, confused.

“Wait for me.” Han Zhuo strode toward the crowd, his open coat filled with wind, like a superhero about to appear in the movie—he had always been calm and rarely behaved so eagerly. And just five minutes later, Mr. Han ran back holding another marshmallow, which was the cutest cloud colour dotted with fine gold powder.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to join the kids’ team.” Bai Xi looked at him with a smile.

“Of course not, but money can solve a lot of things, and the child’s mother is also willing to help me.” Han Zhuo handed the marshmallow over, then took his other hand and wrapped it in his own in the pocket of the windbreaker.

Girls needed their boyfriends to twist bottle caps, and little Ultraman needed Big Ultraman to warm his hands.

“Where are we going now?” Bai Xi asked again.

Mr. Han replied: “Ferris wheel.” Although it sounded old-fashioned and outdated, and could easily remind people of non-mainstream and forgotten love, being able to overlook the entire city hundreds of meters in the air was a special moment for every couple. In other words, it was definitely a romantic and tender memory.

Sure enough, Bai Xi had no objection to the proposal. He pursed his lips and said “hmm” with a smile.

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On the experimental table, Linda continued to struggle. Her face quickly turned red with intense emotions, and her blood continued to rush to her heart. But the strange thing was that no one paid attention to her this time. Shi Tian, the scientists, and even the guard were nowhere to be seen, and the surroundings were eerily silent.

The cold air pierced the skin, seeping into the bone marrow bit by bit, biting every nerve like ants, making the body gradually become numb and stiff. Linda soon fell into exhaustion. She looked at the bright operating light above her head and suddenly felt a little fear in her heart.

She began to regret that she had carried out the plan wilfully and without telling anyone, Aspis, Han Zhuo, or that damn old man in advance. However, it was obviously too late to realize this now. Countless black thin lines floated in front of her eyes, and then fluttered and flickered into a continuous film, eventually making everything fall into silence.

Watching the girl on the screen gradually quiet down, Shi Tian put down the wine glass in his hand and glanced at the mobile phone on the sofa. The screen remained dark as expected. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Han Zhuo’s request, Wang Yuanchen would never have thought of calling Linda in ten thousand years, let alone that he was still working as a model.

Mr. Liu, a retired painter, was once again forced to look at the perfect nude body on the sofa. He held a paintbrush in his mouth and looked at it very intently, as if it were a plaster statue or a large expensive vase. Beautiful, of course, was beautiful. Yes, but it was just beautiful.

“You are painting so seriously, are you going to sell it for money?” Half an hour later, Mr. Wang finally began to become dissatisfied and a little irritable—the irritability came from the endless troubles in the past two days, and the stupid person opposite him. Earthlings were as slow as ever.

“Ah?” Liu Chunchun really didn’t react at all.

“I’m tired,” Wang Yuanchen said again.

“Then you take a rest, we will paint another day.” Liu Chunchun was relieved. There was still chicken soup simmering in the pot, and the clothes in the closet were not packed away. He was really busy.

Wang Yuanchen wrapped himself in his nightgown and raised his fingers at him.

Liu Chunchun moved over in small steps. He was still wearing a dirty apron, so he was not afraid of being brutally ravaged by the mysophobic Mr. Wang.

“What do you think of my figure?” Wang Yuanchen asked calmly, using up the last bit of his good temper.

Liu Chunchun was flattered that the conversation was so loving and peaceful, so he quickly praised: “Very good.”

Mr. Wang continued to look at him, most of his beautiful chest muscles were exposed, and the lines faintly extended to the lower abdomen, and finally disappeared into a restless shadow.

Liu Chunchun’s reaction was as usual, like a competent but mentally retarded nanny. Liu Chunchun helped him tighten his belt and then said thoughtfully: “Don’t catch a cold.”

There was silence in the room. After a long time, Wang Yuanchen pinched one of his cheeks with his nails and slowly twisted it to one side. Liu Chunchun gasped in pain and became aggrieved again, his eyebrows and nose wrinkling together. But even so, he looked exceptionally delicate and lovable. Under the colourful apron and the home clothes that had been washed to white, what kind of flexible and clean body was wrapped, and what kind of body was being possessed? When it was penetrated, people couldn’t wait to see what kind of reaction this face would have…

The light in Wang Yuanchen’s eyes gradually became chaotic. He couldn’t explain the reason. Maybe it was because he had never thought about loving anyone before, so after meeting Liu Chunchun, he felt the throbbing and turbulent feeling in his heart. His emotions left him defenceless and even a little at a loss. But no matter what, love was always worth looking forward to, so he once carefully and carefully considered what would happen in the future.

He wanted to deal with the underground warehouse first, but he was used to being a bartender. If he flirted with others, he would get an immediate response. Instead of like now, whether he picked him up on time, took him to a romantic meal for two, showed strong jealousy, or simply took off his clothes and sat across from him, he couldn’t see anything from the other person’s eyes.

More and more uneasiness and anxiety came to his mind. In that quiet afternoon, various factors overlapped, and the half bottle of liquor he had just drunk made the cruel and dangerous impetuous nature begin to surge in his blood again. It quickly boiled over.

Although he didn’t know what it meant, Liu Chunchun could clearly see the rapidly expanding dark emotions in his eyes. He carefully held his wrist and coaxed softly, “Sit down, I’ll go to the kitchen to get a glass of water first.”

Wang Yuanchen didn’t answer him, but he didn’t look away either.

“Here, your favourite marriage dating show is about to start,” Liu Chunchun reminded again. He hid his uneasiness well, took off his apron, and walked away. It wasn’t until he entered the kitchen that he picked up his cell phone in shock. Shuddering, he dialled Bai Xi’s number.

Hundreds of meters above the city, Bai Xi was looking at the photos on his phone one by one, then said disgustedly, “You’re worse than Scissorhands when taking photos.”

“Isn’t it nice?” Han Zhuo hugged him from behind, and together they admired the infinitely extending cityscape outside the glass wall. Although it wasn’t as magnificent and beautiful as when the lights were bright at night, being able to be with his beloved little Ultraman made even watching square dances with an old lady on a smoggy day fun.

Bai Xi turned around and was about to exchange a kiss with him when his cell phone started buzzing and vibrating in an unpleasant way. The caller ID showed Liu Chunchun.

“Brother Bai, come home and save me.” The other party tried his best to lower his voice, sounding full of panic and worry. “I think—” Before he could finish his words, a huge and crisp cracking sound rushed out of the phone, as if the whole piece of glass had been broken. Then Liu Chunchun’s frightened voice came: “You, you, you… what are you doing?”

“Chunchun? Chunchun!” Bai Xi was startled.

However, the phone seemed to have been smashed, leaving only noise, followed by a long period of silence.

“It’s over.” Bai Xi turned pale and held Han Zhuo’s arm. “It seems something happened. We have to rescue Chunchun quickly. When can the Ferris wheel land?”

Han Zhuo glanced at his watch, frowned, and said, “Fifteen minutes.”