CH 57.1

“… A PK?”

Murong Jihua calmly glances over at He Jünle’s direction, but the angle means he is only able to see his white neck and his long eyelashes.

He can’t help but start recalling how, last night, when he looked down from above, how the eyelashes lightly fluttered in between each movement, how it was itching his legs——

And, how the neck appeared when it was showered in white plum petals——Wait, let’s stop here.

Well, they actually went no further than that anyway; they spent the entire night after that fighting, but still——So,

Murong Jihua half-closes his eyelids, thinking,

‘He, probably, does, like me, I think.’

Her Highness Elizabeth is able to read his expression well.

A heavy redness flushes over her cheeks, as she, perhaps intentionally, interrupts someone’s absurd daydreaming,

“Yo was ya discutiendo con Mr He Le——He Jünle, and dijo que si aceptas, the challenge will be on~!”

She then extends a finger, saying, “that was the preliminaries just now——I lost.”

“Me?”

Murong Jihua curls his legs and puts his chin on his hand.

His brows furrow slightly. There is something lcouding over his expression;

His mind is splashed by waves of emotions. There is a ‘holy shit’ bubbling in his throat.

Wh-, wh-wh-what the hell is this stupid development?!

And He Jünle, you’re agreeing?!

What was he, then?!

A prize for the winner of the contest, who will be given away to copulate?!

He Jünle you fu-fu-fucking scum——

…

Never mind. As long as pond owner He is happy. Let’s do this slowly. There isn’t a relationship that can just build after a single 419 and a little driving exercise, is there?

Even if he wouldn’t treat him as the only koi in his pond, at least, he is still a rich Asian arowana, you see.

——The kind that would chomp down on every single other fish.

With a little mood built up inside him, Murong Jihua has put on a smile instead——He says, “if he agreed, then I shall too.”

——’He can’t lose anyway.

The man who made a home in his heart, is naturally the most perfect outrageous teen in all the world.’

Her Highness Elizabeth suddenly comes alive with sparkling blue eyes. She says,

“素晴らしい——Voy a treat this seriously! Thank you Mu-dage and Mr Jünle love you mua!

Ni Haofan, time to go! We will pause the efforts on the proliferation experiments for a moment. We must return to the palace at once, I have so much to prepare!”

Seeing this high-maintenance trouble finally about to leave, Murong Jihua sighs in relief. You sure are a troublemaker dressed in the guise of a troublesome Princess.

His lips twitch as he tries to smile to say, “Goodbye, Your Highness, do take care——And prepare well. We’re definitely in no hurry.”

Then, he looks back, only to stare straight into He Jünle’s face which is clearly trying to say something but isn’t vocalising.

Murong Jihua “…”

Murong Jihua “…?”

What?

Didn’t Mister He here agree to the challenge?

Ever since he met him, He Jünle has always looked cold and distant – even when lying in bed——If he didn’t have those other kinds of colours during his occasional fever, Murong Jihua would have suspected some disorder with his skin colouration.

Though He Jünle right now, clearly has some emotions boiling inside of him. His brows are slightly furrowed, and he is biting a little bit into his lips. If he has to try to describe it, it might be——

Frustration?

Of course not.

Murong Jihua throws the thought away.

How could he ever feel frustrated…

Though, He Jünle really is just looking at him, for a minute and three seconds now.

Murong Jihua feels slightly worried. From his pocket, he produces a glove made from silk from Coldpeaks silkworms that is so thin you cannot feel – and quickly walks over, trying to put them onto the young man’s forehead, saying,

“What’s wrong? Are you unwell? Is it because of last night, I——”

He Jünle grabs his wrist and lowers his head, showing a slightly devious smile, telling him,

“I’m fine. I have something I have to go deal with.”

Murong Jihua “???”

Murong Jihua “…”

Then, he asks, “… to the Jünle Gang…? Alright. The shaoye will prepare sports car and drinks for you. Do you want to bring anything else? Or——”

He Jünle “…”

——A slightly exaggerated knitted brows later, Murong Jihua has stuffed that ‘would you mind taking the world’s most handsome boyfriend with you’ back inside his throat.

He Jünle starts going, “… You,”

“You really…”

Murong Jihua goes, “huh?”

He Jünle then suddenly says, “… I’m not going back. I just have to call them on my terminal and tell them to deal with it. But you, Murong,”

He pauses, before saying,

“Clean yourself properly tonight, and wait for me in bed.”

Murong Jihua says, “… ok.”

“Wait?! I thought I was the one to say that?!”

He Jünle’s mood looks to be improving. His brows are smoothing out. He even raises one as he holds a muffled smile back in.

Then he gets up, and rubs his aching wrist as he disappears beyond the garden.

Butler Cui & Su Xiaomo “…”

They watch as Murong Jihua’s face turns various colours in thirty seconds, and then forces himself to calm down for thirty seconds, and then clear his throat for three seconds straight, before following the young man and disappear beyond the garden——

They exchange glances –

They really haven’t any ideas about what the relationship is between them anymore…

Using glances to communicate, butler Cui asks first,

‘Ms Su, our shaoye is the top, is that right?’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Yes. I even had visual confirmation many times; but this…?’

(shakes head) ‘… Don’t worry Mr Cui, we may have ignored a possibility up to this point…’

‘And what might that be, Ms Su?’

‘… Mutual topping?’

‘…’