Chapter 99 Deviation, Reversing, Sleeping Beauty Wants a Kiss While Playing on the Bed...
Perhaps their heartfelt conversation had exhausted them, for neither Fu Ze nor Yuan Jianxing spoke a word the rest of the way.
Inside the car, only a deep female voice on the radio hummed a classic blues tune accompanied by a guitar.
Even in a bustling and prosperous city like V, the streets are very empty at night.
Before long, Fu Ze saw the outline of the Trial Bureau.
According to the executive this morning, Yuan Jianxing usually walks to work.
In other words, the two are about to arrive at their destination—Yuan Jianxing's house.
Fu Ze suddenly tensed up.
This seemed to be the first time he had ever glimpsed Yuan Jianxing's personal space.
Although he had lived and eaten with Yuan Jianxing for more than a month while he was still inside Bogdan's body.
But at that time, Hara Mihoshi was still the chief who was full of suspicion towards him, so the relationship between the two seemed to be "a superior and subordinate living together on a business trip", but in reality it was "an executive closely monitoring a suspect".
In this state, Yuan Jianxing naturally wouldn't reveal too much of his personal information.
Everything they eat, wear, and use is done in a way that caters to the general public.
If he hadn't been so averse to coffee that he never participated in ordering takeout with his colleagues, Fu Ze probably would never have realized that the seemingly meticulous CEO actually enjoyed drinking those seemingly cloying sweet drinks.
But things are different now.
Recalling Yuan Jianxing's insightful self-analysis and earth-shattering confession not long ago, Fu Ze unconsciously began to rub the spaces between the fingers of his left hand with his right hand.
And just now, this person even deliberately inserted his fingers between his own.
What does this action mean? We're all adults; how could someone not understand it?
Fu Ze suddenly realized that no matter how calm and composed he appeared on the surface, he was actually completely unprepared.
—Preparing to become the lover of Harami Hoshi.
Well, to be fair, this is not entirely Fu Ze's fault.
After all, from the very beginning, he was convinced that Yuan Jianxing's purpose was not pure.
Combined with this person's illustrious past achievements, Fu Ze's entire consideration of Yuan Jianxing stemmed from how the other party would rationally and maximize his value.
Therefore, under the influence of this concept, Fu Ze also included Yuan Jianxing's genuine feelings in this person's strategy against the enemy.
If things go as planned, theoretically Fu Ze should use Yuan Jianxing's goodwill to his advantage.
Commonly known as "laozi".
Well, assuming things don't go wrong.
Thinking of this, Fu Ze adjusted his posture somewhat guiltily and turned his gaze to the outside of the car window.
However, even if things go wrong on their side, it won't affect the progress of Yuan Jianxing's plan on the other side.
In other words, given the other party's personality and style of doing things, they would definitely plan the emotional progression at different stages in a very forward-looking way, and Fu Ze just needs to passively accept it.
Well, so the reason things turned out this way in such a convoluted and bizarre way is all because of Hara Mihoshi!
Just before Fu Ze was about to pin an unbearable burden on Yuan Jianxing in his mind, Yuan Jianxing suddenly said, "We're almost there. Don't rush to recount everything. Let's pack up and get ready to get off the bus."
"Oh, there's nothing to pack." Fu Ze stretched his back slightly, easing the embarrassment of almost being caught. "I only picked up this car from the Adjudication Bureau this morning, you should know that."
“There are still some,” Yuan Jianxing gestured behind him with his eyes. “For example, if you leave your clothes crumpled up in the car overnight, you won’t be able to wear them later.”
As if he had suddenly discovered something on Yuan Jianxing, Fu Ze immediately turned around and began to attack: "Do you know what I wore to the Adjudication Bureau today? Well, you peeked at me."
“You’re too flashy; it’s hard not to notice you.” Yuan Jianxing wasn’t buying Fu Ze’s act at all.
As the two were bickering, Demon Lizard 757 drove into a residential area and slowly slowed down to stop in front of a six-story building.
Yuan Jianxing was about to get out of the car after activating the automatic parking system of the Magic Lizard 757.
Then, the next second, Fu Ze forcibly closed the program that was about to finish loading.
Yuan Jianxing looked over with a slight doubt.
“I want to see you back up.” Fu Ze gestured confidently, “The kind where one hand is on the steering wheel, the other is on the window frame with the window lowered, and you turn your upper body to look behind you, revealing your smooth and strong neck.”
Yuan Jianxing closed his eyes tightly for a moment, "...holding the steering wheel with one hand for a long time is dangerous driving."
"But I want to see it." Fu Ze rested his chin on his hands and blinked rapidly in an exaggerated manner. "Besides, it's just reversing the car, it won't take long, it certainly can't be considered a violation."
Fu Ze has a unique little characteristic in his blinking.
If most people close their eyelids at the inner and outer corners of their eyes simultaneously, then Fu Ze closes the outer corners of his eyes first, followed by the inner corners.
Although the difference was extremely subtle, the kind that one wouldn't even notice unless specifically observed, once this difference was discovered, Fu Ze, who was already radiant because of the bright and beautiful appearance of the sparrow feathers, became even more charming.
Clearly, Fu Ze knew this.
He was also certain that Yuan Jianxing knew this.
He was also absolutely certain that Hara Kensei had figured out that he had done this on purpose.
But he will still do it.
Because...
As expected, after seeing Fu Ze's slightly affected movements, Yuan Jianxing paused for a moment when restarting the parking system. Then he shifted the gear to reverse and looked back, referring to the movements Fu Ze had just described.
For Haramihoshi, who holds an A8 driver's license that allows him to drive almost any vehicle, reversing into a parking space is an incredibly simple operation.
However, being closely watched by Fu Ze in the passenger seat, he actually became a little nervous, and even his palms seemed to be slightly sweaty.
Once the car was parked smoothly and precisely in the center of the parking space, Yuan Jianxing let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, then turned around and asked, "Is it okay now?"
"Very good, very accurate." Fu Ze gave a perfect score with a double entendre.
Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt, rolled over, and leaned through the gap between the driver and passenger seats to reach for the expensive clothes that he had previously crumpled up and tossed onto the back seat.
Inside the car again, and with her calves resting against her thighs.
Yuan Jianxing suddenly recalled some scenes that were quite similar.
The biggest difference between the two is that the person who was leaning on himself then was unconscious, while the person who is leaning on himself now is conscious.
In other words, whenever Fu Ze turned around, he could catch Yuan Jianxing's not-so-natural expression.
Yuan Jianxing wanted to leave quickly to calm herself down, but unfortunately, it was the crucial moment when Fu Ze was grabbing the clothes on the other side.
He had most of his weight on the calf that was pressed tightly against Yuan Jianxing, leaving Yuan Jianxing unable to move forward or backward.
torment.
Once Fu Ze finally pulled his body back, Yuan Jianxing immediately opened the door and got out of the car, almost as if he were fleeing a disaster.
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Holding the clothes, Fu Ze followed Yuan Jianxing upstairs.
Because it was already very late, the two did not encounter any other neighbors along the way, which made Fu Ze somewhat disappointed.
He was also curious to see how Harami Hoshi would respond when someone greeted him and then casually asked, "Who's that next to you?"
But it's okay, there will always be opportunities.
After entering the house and changing into slippers that were a size too big for him, Fu Ze began to proudly and arrogantly survey his newest territory.
Yuan Jianxing's home, like himself, follows a minimalist style.
The various soft furnishings are clearly the kind of items that you'd rather find in one store than go to two.
But precisely because of this, the overall style looks surprisingly harmonious.
Apart from……
"Isn't this an old friend?"
Fu Ze watched as his Jessica submarine humidifier swam around in a fish tank that was clearly purchased on purpose, spewing out wisps of white steam from the opening at the top.
Next to the fish tank was the Fool's Ship mask, carefully wrapped in a transparent evidence bag and vacuum-sealed.
“Yes, they are all your ‘relics’.” Yuan Jianxing emphasized the word “relics”.
Fu Ze hummed and mumbled without replying, then picked up something else.
It was a small, medieval-style harp, with a white mark on it from when I accidentally bumped into it.
Unlike the other two items that were stored on the cabinet, this harp was placed next to the sofa within easy reach, with several pieces of paper underneath it.
In terms of content, it is a musical score.
Unlike the simplified musical scores that vendors casually gave away back then, these scores are real standard musical scores, complete with all kinds of high-pitched crescendo and staccato symbols.
"So, have you mastered this harp?" Fu Ze casually plucked a string.
Yuan Jianxing, who was ironing the clothes that Fu Ze had brought up not far away, replied, "So-so. I have some basic skills, so I'm just barely passing."
Fu Ze knew that Yuan Jianxing's "ordinary" was never the same as the "ordinary" of ordinary people.
He immediately grabbed his zither and went over, forcibly exchanging it for the garment steamer in Yuan Jianxing's hand.
The implication of this action is clear: I'll iron it, you fluff it.
Although there was an element of forced buying and selling, Yuan Jianxing couldn't refuse the other party's hospitality, so she took two steps back, leaned against the dining table in the semi-open kitchen, and plucked the strings of the piano with her fingers.
After a few notes, Fu Ze suddenly felt that the melody played by Yuan Jianxing was too familiar.
After listening patiently for a while, he realized that Yuan Jianxing was playing "The Little Insects Fly".
The dark sky hangs low, accompanied by a multitude of bright stars...
Fireflies fly, fireflies fly, who are you thinking of...?
After the performance, Fu Ze concluded without a doubt that Yuan Jianxing's skill level was definitely not "barely passable" as he himself had claimed; at the very least, he was more than capable of performing for a living in the market.
We need to carefully consider the song selection; we should choose something festive.
After thoroughly inspecting the territory, Fu Ze unceremoniously lay down on the bed in the master bedroom.
During this time, the sounds of drawers being pulled out and cabinet doors opening and closing came from the bathroom, followed by the sounds of various items being taken out.
Hara Miki's words were also included.
"The water's boiled, you can take a shower anytime. There's a disposable toothbrush on the sink, and I've given you a new bath towel..."
However, Fu Ze was completely oblivious to all of this at that moment.
Because he was having a blast on Hara Mihoshi's bed.
Rolling left and right, stretching out her limbs to fully experience the softness of the quilt, the fluffiness of the pillow, and the delicacy of the sheets, as well as the unique scent of Harami Hoshi mixed in with the fragrance of laundry detergent.
When Yuan Jianxing returned to find Fu Ze after preparing the necessary supplies, she saw this scene:
Under the warm yellow light of the bedroom, the once neatly made bed was now a mess. However, unlike the soft folds piled up around it, the person lying on their side exuded a sharp, aggressive beauty.
His fair skin stretched taut over his bones and joints, as if it would break at the slightest touch.
The light cast a sharp shadow on the curve of his profile, making the line from his jaw to his Adam's apple look like the most exquisite turn in a sculpture.
His relaxed posture gave the strange impression that he could erupt at any moment, as if an almost violent sense of life was forcibly sealed within this still and beautiful body.
Like a bow drawn but not yet released.
Hearing footsteps stop by the bedside, Fu Ze opened one eye and glanced mischievously at Yuan Jianxing.
"I am Sleeping Beauty, you need a kiss to wake up."
Then he closed his eyes again.
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Author's Note: I suspect some perverted readers will click through this chapter just because of its title [dove emoji]
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