Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Schrödinger's Straight Man

Miao Ying lay down again, feeling somewhat numb. Although he had now accepted the fact that he was a straight man and had married, deep down in his heart, he still considered himself a straight man.

Although he felt a little impulsive when looking at Huo Xing's muscles some time ago, he felt that he was still a straight man, and he would take a few more glances at the excellent muscle lines of his same-sex partner with admiration.

How could a straight man dream like that? Miao Ying wondered uncertainly.

Miao Ying covered his head with the quilt, not wanting to admit that even in his dreams, that unspeakable method was much more comfortable than doing it himself. Thinking of this, Miao Ying became restless again.

He licked his lips and reached into the quilt like a thief. After fiddling with it for a few times, he still felt that it was not working. He turned over again, buried his head in the quilt, and looked at his fingers, feeling eager to try.

Although I took action, I am still a straight man. This is just a temporary measure now, Miao Ying thought.

Just as he had pulled his pants down to his knees, he heard a lot of noise outside the door. Miao Ying quickly put on his pants and stuck his head out of the quilt, only to see Huo Xing standing at the door, holding a pheasant that was about to fly.

Huo Xing looked at him: "Are you awake?"

Miao Ying's mind was broken, and he stammered, "Hey, hey, when did you come back?"

Huo Xing paused and said, "I came here last night."

Miao Ying's face suddenly flushed, so what happened last night was not just a dream, those things really happened.

Huo Xing also knew that he was shy, so he didn't mention what happened last night. He just stoked the fire a little more and asked, "Are you going down the mountain today?"

Miao Ying shook his head. He didn't want to be seen like this by his mother and grandmother. It would be best if Huo Xing didn't stay here either, and let him go through this embarrassing and shameful time alone.

Huo Xing nodded: "I caught a chicken and will make soup later."

Miao Ying nodded in self-deprecation, not daring to look Huo Xing in the eye. Huo Xing prepared the chicken outside the house and put it in a pot to stew. Then he looked at Miao Ying and asked, "How many days will you stay in the mountains?"

Miao Ying didn't know how long this situation would last, so he could only shake his head.

Huo Xing stood up and said, "You watch the pot. I'll go home and get some more food and come back later. Can you do it alone?"

Miao Ying hummed, then looked at the rapeseed he had harvested earlier and told Huo Xing, "Take them down the mountain and dry them in the sun. I'll deal with them when I get back."

Huo Xing nodded: "Do you need anything else?"

"Take it as you like." Miao Ying felt the heat rising again. He tried hard to hold back the sound in his throat, but his voice was still trembling. "You should leave quickly."

Huo Xing hesitated for a moment, and saw the blush on Miao Ying's face: "Are you okay?"

Miao Ying bit the quilt and turned her head away from him: "I'm fine, go ahead, go quickly."

If he didn't leave now, Miao Ying might not be able to control himself and would pounce on him.

Huo Xing looked at the bean pods he had collected and put the ones scattered around the house into his bag, not leaving any behind. When he was about to go out, he heard Miao Ying's suppressed hum again.

He retracted his foot, and out of Miao Ying's sight, he washed his hands in silence and sat back next to Miao Ying.

When he touched Miao Ying, she almost jumped up, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, turned to look at him, and said in a trembling voice: "What are you doing? Why don't you leave?"

"It will take me at least three hours to get back." Huo Xing said as he lifted the quilt from his body. The quilt fell from his waist to his crotch, and then his hand fell on Miao Ying's back.

Miao Ying wanted to refute him, wanted to say that he looked like he would burn and explode to death? But his body was honestly trembling with pleasure along with Huo Xing's hand.

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Miao Ying took another light nap. Huo Xing had already left the mountain while he was asleep. When Miao Ying woke up, the chicken soup had already become fragrant. He finally felt hungry, so he got up, drank a bowl of chicken soup, and ate a few pieces of chicken. The pheasant was tender and had no fishy smell after stewing it. After eating, Miao Ying felt a little more energetic.

Listening to the birds singing outside, Miao Ying sighed deeply. If he could say that it was because he had a wet dream last night, but this morning he was completely awake and was being manipulated by Huo Xing.

It's really the bad nature of men. When the sperm gets to their heads, they even forget that they are straight.

After drinking the chicken soup, he slept for a while. When he woke up, Huo Xing had returned with the dry food prepared by Li Hongying and some seasonings. It was obvious that he was going to stay here for a long time.

Miao Ying didn't want to say anything anymore because the tide of emotion came over him again.

Four days passed like this, he woke up to be helped, then fell asleep again after being helped, ate after sleeping, and was helped again after eating. Miao Ying had lost all sense of shame. Occasionally, when he looked at Huo Xing's fingers, fireworks would suddenly go off in his mind.

Of course, he didn't enjoy it entirely by himself. When he saw the bulging veins on Huo Xing's arms and the endless sweat on his forehead, as well as his brothers who couldn't control themselves like him, Miao Ying wanted to reach out without thinking, but was held down by Huo Xing.

They were so close that their breaths mingled. Huo Xing's voice was low, as if he was suppressing something: "No, it's okay."

Miao Ying naturally enjoyed his help.

On the fifth day, Miao Ying finally recovered completely. Looking at the clothes and underwear hanging on the tree outside, he was able to remain calm and composed. He was even no longer shy when facing Huo Xing.

"Let's go down the mountain today." Miao Ying turned his eyes away from his trousers expressionlessly, turned around and went back to the house to pack up, put the tiger skin mat into the box, put the clothes into the bag, and packed up the leftover game. Then the two of them prepared to go down the mountain.

Miao Ying just felt comfortable all over. This body was even stronger than his previous life. He didn't even breathe heavily after walking for a long time and went down the mountain in one breath.

When they got home, besides Huo Xiaobao, Li Hongying and grandmother were all there. Grandmother was turning over the rapeseed pods.

After a few days of drying in the sun, the bean pods have dried up and the black seeds inside fall out when touched with your hands.

Grandmother looked at Miao Ying and said, "Xiao Ying, what is this? It doesn't look edible."

Miao Ying pretended to be mysterious: "Grandma, this is a good thing. I plan to plant this in our field during the autumn planting season this year."

Grandmother and Li Hongying had been farming for almost their entire lives, and had never seen such a thing before, so they were a little hesitant, but then they remembered what Miao Ying had said before, that they might be laughed at by others, so that must be what they were talking about.

Miao Ying also knew their hesitation, so he said, "How about this, wait until I make the finished product of this thing, and then you can consider it again?"

Li Hongying nodded. She knew that Miao Ying always had brilliant ideas. Instead of rejecting him now, she would see what he could come up with.

During the few days they went up the mountain, Li Hongying had almost guessed why Miao Ying did not come down the mountain, but she was a little puzzled as to why Miao Ying was so energetic while Huo Xing looked a little listless.

However, in order to replenish the two people's bodies, she stewed the half chicken they brought back and told them to have a good rest.

Returning to the room he had not seen for a long time, Miao Ying collapsed on the bed like a piece of pancake. After all, the floor of the wooden house was made of wood and was a bit hard. Now sleeping on the soft bed, he felt like he was lying on a cloud.

Huo Xing sat on the edge of the bed, took out a bundle from the cabinet beside the bed and placed it in front of Miao Ying.

Miao Ying opened his eyelids and asked silently.

"I made some money on my trip to the provincial capital this time." He opened the bundle, and inside was a lot of silver ingots, each weighing one or two taels, piled up in a pile, each one shiny and plump, very cute.

Miao Ying buried his face in the pile of silver: "So much? What did you do to earn so much money?"

Huo Xing briefly talked about his trip to the provincial capital, saying that everyone in the escort agency treated him well, and that he had made some money outside. Although the two rich young men were a little arrogant, they were very nice people.

Miao Ying listened quietly, and had a hunch that Huo Xing was hiding something from him. Based on what he said, he wouldn't be able to earn that much, so he looked at him straight.

Huo Xing felt a little guilty, then he said: "I went with the escort agency, there was no danger."

Miao Ying thought of the dream he had long ago: "Are you hurt?"

"It's just a minor injury." Huo Xing said.

Miao Ying got up without saying a word, quickly pressed Huo Xing under him, and reached out to untie his clothes.

Huo Xing didn't dare to use too much force, so Miao Ying saw the bandage wrapped around his body from the back of his waist to the front of his chest, with some scarlet bloodstains on it.

Miao Ying quickly got up from him and flipped him over again: "Is it really that serious?"

"It just looks serious." Huo Xing put on his clothes, "It's all healed now."

Miao Ying remembered that they had been in the mountains for four days, and Huo Xing had not treated his injuries at all. He didn't know how bad they looked now.

Huo Xing obeyed him and took off his clothes, revealing his strong body. Miao Ying swallowed his saliva, then removed his bandage and saw the long scar on his back. The scene in his dream appeared before his eyes again.

"You were in a pitch-black place, the only light coming from a torch. A knife fell from your face, but you turned and dodged it." Miao Ying looked at the wound that hadn't completely scabbed over. "Do you have any medicine?"

Huo Xing nodded. When he left, the escort agency gave him some top-quality wound medicine. He was reluctant to use it when he came back, and always wanted to save it for Miao Ying so that he could use it in case he scratched his hand or something in the future.

Miao Ying treated his wound, applied medicine on it, and wrapped it up again with a soft cloth. This action inevitably brought him into contact with Huo Xing. Huo Xing's flesh was different from his own soft flesh. Huo Xing's muscles were very strong. He couldn't help himself and secretly touched him several times.

Just appreciation, just envy, Miao Ying thought.

Huo Xing's Adam's apple rolled, and he grabbed Miao Ying's hand, which wanted to touch him again, and spread out his palm, seeing the calluses on it.

"While you were making money, I was also working hard." Miao Ying retracted his hand. "These calluses are also proof of my hard work."

Huo Xing didn't want these marks to appear on his hands. Miao Ying had never had these on his hands before. His hands had always been white and soft.

Huo Xing pulled out a small box from his arms. Miao Ying's previous memories were still fresh in her mind. She still remembered Huo Xing dipping his finger into the box, and then...

His face suddenly turned red: "You, you, you, what are you going to do?"

Huo Xing simply handed the box to him and looked at his calloused palms. "This is a honey ointment sold in the city. They say it can moisturize your skin. Try it."

Miao Ying couldn't even look at this thing now, so he could only stuff it randomly on the pillow, pretending that nothing had happened. Besides, he was a man, so why did he need to apply perfume? Men should be a little rough.

"Right." Miao Ying gathered his emotions and stood up, finding the blueprints he had drawn. "Look at these I drew. Do you think it's possible to make them?"

Huo Xing took the paper from him, looked at the things that were clear at a glance, and asked some other questions that he didn't understand. After Miao Ying explained, he paused and said, "It should be possible to do it."

Miao Ying opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

Huo Xing didn't want to disappoint him: "Sure."

"Well, wait a couple of days and I'll show you what these little black things can do."

Miao Ying smiled with great pride.