CH 56.3

Murong Jihua isn’t listening to what he is saying.

He is watching the scenery; he is watching him.

He is watching the twinkling starlight shining on He Jünle’s features. He is watching the light-coloured lips curl up slightly. A perfect arc for kissing.

He thinks the eyes are the prettiest.

… So pretty.

That is the adjective that Murong Jihua thinks best fits, being straightforward, and frank, besides ‘holy shit.’

He Jünle puts his hand back down, with his eyes still fixed on the starry ceiling, he says with a refreshing tone,

“Really, you’re such an interesting guy. A CEO that’s not like a CEO. A wealthy second-generation who’s not like a rich boy. Sometimes you don’t even act like a man——”

“Wait wait wait, Le-gege, stop for a moment——”

He Jünle ignores him and keeps going,

“But slowly, I have come to see something odd about you——Hm, well, ‘odd’ isn’t exactly the correct word, because you’re really just a freaking weirdo. You keep raping my intelligence, but——”

“AAAAAAARGH!”

He Jünle cannot ignore something like this anymore, and furrows his brows, finally moving his gaze away, asking,

“… the fuck’s wrong with you this time?”

Murong Jihua is all filled with ‘this isn’t leading to a confession, right?’, ‘but what the fuck is he all talking about if it’s a confession,’ and ‘the next second he’ll definitely say you’re a “special bro” to me’ and similar maddening sentences.

Instead of that——

“Shut up. The shaoye does not want to listen to you right now.”

“…”

“…”

“I…”

“You…”

“…”

“…”

Never mind. Let’s say nothing then, and just finish with a kiss.

So Murong Jihua leans over, and plants a light kiss.

Something is clearly different this time.

Murong Jihua is feeling like, the mood is here, with the starry ceiling and lights dotting beneath them. It all looks very appropriate for a purely lovey-dovey setting. Kisses should be gentle this time, for once;

He Jünle clearly begs to differ, though.

In a rare show of temper, he looks annoyed at how Murong Jihua looks like he’s practising Schrödinger’s kiss. His head is throbbing.

Though he holds himself back.

He could feel Murong Jihua’s breathing much more haggard than usual. His expression does not look natural either. Plus what he’s doing… If he has to describe it, somehow, he looks,

Less sensuous… perhaps.

He Jünle could hear himself chuckling.

“So that’s all you amount to, huh.”

“…”

He really looks like he isn’t going to go any further.

He Jünle sighs, putting his hand on Murong Jihua’s shoulder, and pushes him away slightly forcefully, while adding,

“… I’ll do it.”

(TL: … Yes. All the poems are insinuating a hand-job. It’s for jjwxc’s censorship’s sake. I’ll try to offer my own translations as accurately as possible. I hope you appreciate my spending all my time on this)

My men and women! It’s been a fruitful 9102 for all of you! Anyway, 糖一雪 (TL: The author)‘s reading comprehension class starts now!

The moon shines in the starless skies; the grey magpies fly south. Now, I have a stanza that I wish to share with all of you:

On Chinese Valentine’s,

A good needleworking girl,

Her soft, dexterous hands,

Are hard at work;

Jingwei is filling up the sea,

Still full of stamina,

For affairs of a house, of a country,

Must put the best foot forward;

A splayed palm casts a new cloud,

A flipped hand summons a new storm,

Kuafu continues chasing after the sun,

With a boasted, confident mind;

A busy battlefield,

A busy battle between mouths.

A busy battle of the pen and the sword,

A heavy predicament;

Wailing and whispering interweave.

Like pearls large and small cascading on a plate of jade (TL: Famous sentence from ‘Ballad of the Lute‘ by Tang dynasty poet Bai Jüyi);

After the deed, one rises,

Humbly burying the merit and praise into the stomach;

You ask the ending of all this?

Do reference ‘Yanzi‘s Journey to the Chu.’ (TL: A treatise on how Yan Ying managed to defend his nation’s honour for three times despite continuous back-and-forths with the Chu’s ’emperor’)

Class is dismissed! Good readers that fail to understand what we are talking about will be [REDACTED], I wish you all a pleasant reading journey~

Murong Jihua is sitting there, all stupefied with his mind flushed clean.

He watches He Jünle sit up straight, and raising his thumb intentionally, wiping it hard against his lower lip.

Then… he visibly gulps.

Murong Jihua is going ‘oh fuck me’ inside.

If he knew, he’d have eaten some Sugarcum (TL: See Chapter 32) beforehand.

“I——”

“You——”

“You first.”

“You first.”

Their interactions have always been fiery. It’s rare to see them humbly deferring to each other like this. Something about this feels weird to Murong Jihua, but he’s unable to put his finger on it.

Murong Jihua asks, “… would you, like me to return the favour?”

He Jünle makes a deep chuckle. He pulls his collar a little, then crosses over Murong Jihua’s body, to lie down on the other side.

“No thanks. This is a necessity. Not a way to kill time.

If you weren’t all being like——I’d have left you alone completely.”

“… What a way to put it. Do you also help your Gang’s bros relieve like that?”

“…”

“Don’t ignore me?!”

“Stop faffing about… Let’s just sleep?”

“No, you damned man! This shaoye never owes any favours. Lie down there, and I’ll return the favour!”

“…”

[The following are literal descriptions] (TL: WTF?!)

With iron teeth, copper jaws,

A chaotically torn iron vest;

A fountain frozen over, a string tensed to breaking point,

A clog, a pause;

He Jünle is going, ‘… I shall be gone with the wind.’

He Jünle is positively irate. He immediately grabs Murong Jihua’s hair to pull him away from his dangerous regions. He is breathing heavily, asking,

“Are you actually trying to start a fucking uprising?!”

Murong Jihua curls and plays with his fingers, asking with furrowed brows,

“This shaoye should be asking you instead. Can you treat this more seriously? How are you not up after so long? Are you impotent?”

He Jünle gives Murong Jihua a good hard kick, yelling, “do you know what I feel like you were bloody trying to do?”

“——It felt like you were trying to fucking circumcise me!!!”

“A circumcision——huh,”

Murong Jihua leans over to apologise,

“I was wrong. It’s all on me, baby. But say, how could I improve without practise? You damn man, this shaoye orders you to lie flat and be a practise target for——”

“Fuck off!”

The night is long, his heart yet swoons.

“——Ye——Shaoye——

Shaoye——If you hear me, make a noise——”

At 9:40, tomorrow morning, butler Cui-style morning call has activated.

Although the impulsive shaoye turned his bedroom into an amusement park, but as a butler of the Murong family, this must be no deterrent to the business of waking the shaoye up!

For so long he has deserved his shaoye, and he understands him all too well. His senses point him to the stargazing tower, where shaoye and shao-furen must be——

Mm?! They’re not here?!

Shocked, butler Cui, along with the cohort of maids, are circling about and looking up and down for over half an hour. It is almost 10 (TL: I don’t think butler Cui knows how time works) but Murong Jihua is still nowhere to be seen.

‘Oh, that sly fae of a man!’

——The very disrespectful butler Cui, gritting his teeth, so thinks in his mind.