CH 62.1

Murong Jihua “…”

Cui Guanshi “…”

Sophia “…”

He Jünle “~”

Ladies and gentlemen! Comrades and sisters! All the good people of Country A!

Look! What is headed right in our direction is the rainbow-coloured little train of love! That vibrantly colourful, fantastically dreamy palette is blinding and invigorating!

Listen! The ‘wuwuwu’ (TL: The character of ‘dirty,’ as in ‘a dirty mind,’ is used in this onomatopoeia) coming from the whistle on the train! The ‘papapa’ (TL: Sound of intercourse) coming from the friction between the train wheels and the ground! What a perfectly pure and innocent call from nature!

Murong Jihua’s head has suddenly been filled by scenes from as many as 10086 GB (TL: A meme number in Chinese internet culture) of little romantic ‘movies.’

This causes 50 shades of red to appear on his peerlessly handsome face.

In any case, right now, today, Murong Jihua, sitting opposite of a just-showered He Jünle on the romantic candlelight dinner in the revolving restaurant on the thirty-first floor – Looks like he has something to say, but does not say it; continues organising his thoughts, but does not vocalise them.

“…”

He Jünle, who absolutely looks overly calm takes a little sip of his red wine, and finally, the 34th time that Murong Jihua casts his ‘I want to say something’ gaze at him, he looks up.

“… What do you want to say?”

That question manages to destroy the words that have been rehearsed and reorganised a thousand times in his mind instantly.

“… I want to say,” Murong Jihua plants an arm on the table, resting half his face on it, as he points out,

“He Jünle——Le-gege——Jünle-gege——Jünle, don’t you have anything to say about it all?”

“Let me guess,”

He Jünle says, tilting his head, revealing a section of his ivory white neck,

“Are you thinking that——This kind of forced, almost fateful setting is a godsend, a perfect opportunity to fulfil one’s own desires?”

“…”

“You’re thinking——Ah, ‘I just got a license for legally driving’?”

“…”

“And you also got a proper excuse to keep being the Top?”

“Oh, well, you see…”

“Mm?”

This damned Gary Stu really is unexpectedly sharp!

A girl with a cat ears headpiece hops to the table, delivering a whole bowl of spicy hotpot to the space in front of He Jünle on the desk, saying, “shao-furen, here you go.”

He Jünle nods, giving her a perfectly warm smile, saying, “thank you.”

Eating spicy hot pot in the amorous atmosphere of the candlelit dinner…

Murong Jihua stares right at He Jünle, watching his lips opening and closing as the steam from the hotpot rushes out of it, imagining it scalding a face other than his own…

Halt that thought.

Don’t be a sour lemon.

He Jünle pokes the little mushroom in the spicy hotpot with his chopsticks while continuing the earlier conversation,

“Didn’t I tell you long ago——”

He raises his eyes. His slanted eyes look sharp and domineering under the dim lighting as he says,

“I’m a genius. There is nothing I’m not talented at, ever.

In, clud, ing, moan, ing.”

Murong Jihua’s breathing is no longer regular, saying, “but you lo——”

He Jünle is suddenly chuckling, replying,

“… It was on purpose, of course.

Or, you didn’t mind at all that I would accurately reproduce those sounds in front of everyone?”

And thus Murong Jihua’s face immediately turns a vivid red yet a-fucking-gain after-the-fact.

He almost immediately rises up from his chair, holding his lover in his embrace over the dinner table to kiss him, until a warmth strikes his waist does he stop his seeming attempt at suffocating the both of them. He commends,

“Good work, you damned man.

… Not that I think that degree is acceptable. The shaoye does not want to see something like that ever again.”

Everything of yours is mine.

Including your vocal cords, at any time.

“Murong Jihua.”

“Mm?”

“Aren’t you hot?

Since just now, your waist has been soaked with the soup of my bloody spicy hotpot…”

“… When my heart grows fiery, my body no longer felt as hot.”

“… I’ll give you an A- for cringiness.”

They have the spilt spicy hotpot removed.

Then, have two new bowls delivered.

Bowls of spicy stirred noodles.

Murong Jihua, with his ears filled with the suggestive piano notes from some master composer, seeing the crystalline chandelier hanging off the ceiling, the line of monster girl-series maids standing to their right, the window with the city lights piercing through on his left——

And a bowl of spicy stirred noodles by his hand when he looks down.

Filled with broccoli he’s hated since his former life.

‘…

This, is life, huh!’

Though——Before he could get two bites, He Jünle raises an amazing suggestion.

“Taking the soup as alcohol instead,”

He Jünle says, pointing to the extra spicy, spicy-sour soup in front of them,

“Two-man Fingers, do you know how to play?”

…

…

…

Yeah! Obviously he does!

Nice! As expected of his damned man! Different from any normal little! White! Lotus! Or! Kept! Boy!

“Nice bro! We’ll get three stars!——Four for money, five for winning! Scoff six!”

“Murong Jihua! Your loss! Drink, no delays!”

“Again——”

“Crab is one, with eight limbs, two big, big claws——”

“Blink its eye and shrink its neck, crawling through the sand banks~! Us good bros, who to drink? Scoff five!”

“Hahahaha it’s you again! No tricks, you’ve got to drink now!”

Sophia asks, “Mr Cui Guanshi… this is certainly… vulgar… Is it really fine for us just to stay and watch at the door and ignore the proceedings?”

Butler Cui rolls his eyes at him, then stands tall and straight, saying, “we’re just on standby. It is not our place to remark on the interests between shaoye and shao-furen, isn’t it?”

Though that said…

Butler Cui’s face is still flashing through the colours, red, white, before settling on green.

He then sighs and squeezes his words back into his stomach, hiding all his pained yells down his chest——

‘You damned sly male fae, damned sly male fae, I say!!!’