Chapter 35 Martial Arts Ceremony - Prelude "Relax, A-Yuan."...
In the end, He Yuan was carried back by Ying Xing.
His feet were covered in sand, and even after washing them in the water, they were still wet, making it uncomfortable to wear shoes.
We'll have to trouble Yingxing to carry him back.
When he was carried onto the Star Raft, Yingxing-ge took out a towel from somewhere and put it on his own leg to wipe his feet.
Rough fingertips tickled the soles of my feet, sending a tingling sensation through my toes and making them curl involuntarily.
But unfortunately, the water inside hadn't been wiped clean, and there was still some mud and sand seeping in.
Yingxing squeezed Heyuan's instep, "Relax, Ayuan."
Before you know it, calluses have left marks on the back of your feet.
He Yuan turned her head to look at the scenery through the car window, trying to relax.
But if you don't look at it, the feeling of your soles being tickled becomes even more pronounced...
What's more, the fact that his soles had been used in that way gave him an even stranger feeling.
He Yuan couldn't help but move her foot, accidentally kicking Ying Xing's pubic bone.
The generously portioned dumplings make a strong impression.
He Yuan froze completely.
Because the dumpling was hardening as if it had been frozen.
He dared not look into Ying Xing's eyes.
"Brother Yingxing, how about... how about we wait until we get back to wash up..."
Crane Kite spoke with her head down, but then looked up again when she saw the enormous creature in that place.
Right in front of Yingxing's reddened earlobes.
...So Yingxing is shy too.
Yingxing wasn't just shy; he was thinking about his dream and reacting in this situation, and he felt ashamed of his vulgar behavior.
He knew perfectly well that it was a dream, yet he couldn't help but immerse himself in it.
He even committed extremely violent acts in his dreams.
He went too far.
Now, even just wiping He Yuan's feet has triggered an indescribable reaction.
Yingxing's mind was racing, but his hand gripped Heyuan's foot tightly, even tightening his grip.
Only after feeling He Yuan pull back did he come to his senses and let go of her hand.
"sorry……"
An apology came out of nowhere.
He Yuan asked in confusion, "If it's because of such a trivial matter, Brother Yingxing doesn't need to apologize to me."
Moreover, it was his lack of cooperation and his restless movements that made Yingxing angry.
Yingxing can't very well say that I was imagining you in my dreams, dreaming that we were making love, and that's why I apologized.
He could only respond in silence and start the star raft.
He Yuan put her feet on the towel and, feeling utterly bored, opened Yu Zhao, intending to check out the long-unvisited forum.
A message caught his attention.
【Hello, I'm Happy, a reporter from Interstellar Peace Corporation.】
[Question from user "He Yuan": I heard that contestant He Yuan is one of the examiners for the revival round. May I interview you?]
[Image: This is my press pass]
Happy?
That's a really strange name.
He Yuan clicked on the picture, scanned it with software, and was automatically redirected to the official news website of Interstellar Peace Company, where Happy's personal information appeared.
She is a... very trendy reporter, somewhat different from the reporter that He Yuan had in mind.
Of course, the name Happy also piqued his curiosity.
In real life, He Yuan has a good friend named Happy.
He was the one who recommended this game to He Yuan.
[Heyuan: What is the content and purpose of the interview?]
It's a bit strange to think about.
Why not interview the popular players or champions, instead of interviewing a judge from a revival match?
I don't understand.
But the system panel popped up—
[Event] A reporter from Interstellar Peace Corporation has issued an interview invitation. Completing the interview will earn you some [Reputation] and [Eloquence].
Hmm... it's not impossible.
Let's take a look at how the interview transcript was written.
[Happy: Interview Transcript.pdf]
He Yuan clicked on it and glanced at it, feeling that it was about average, at a normal level.
[Crane Kite: Time? Let me tell you first, I'm not free these next few days.]
[Happy: Just send me a message when you have time.]
[Happy: I'm a junior reporter, always available!]
No wonder he was dressed like that...
The wording is also somewhat imprecise.
He didn't take it to heart and went home with Yingxing.
After a simple meal, He Yuan sat on the sofa and stared blankly at Ying Xing.
He couldn't help but recall the "male bodhisattva" video he had seen before, and began to imagine what Ying Xing would look like wearing only an apron.
That must be it...
Cough cough!
Crane Kite immediately threw the yellow waste over its head.
But some things, once they take root in your heart, are hard to get rid of.
After washing the dishes, Ying Xing returned to the living room and saw He Yuan staring at him without blinking.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
He Yuan looked up and asked, "Brother Yingxing, can you just wear an apron for me?"
Wearing only an apron?!
Yingxing wasn't completely ignorant; he understood what Heyuan meant.
"Now?" Ying Xing asked, blushing.
He Yuan nodded vigorously.
"Why?" Ying Xing knew the answer to this question, but he still asked it.
No one dislikes being praised, especially when the person is someone they like.
He Yuan frankly said, "Because Ying Xing has a great figure, he will definitely look good in it."
“Ah Yuan has a great figure too,” Ying Xing said abruptly.
Crane Kite: "...?"
The figure is perfectly proportioned, with a beautiful balance of slimness and fullness.
Those thin, cicada-wing-like spines and the sunken dimples in her waist were places Yingxing liked.
“Ah Yuan wears similar clothes, so I’ll wear them too.”
Yingxing put down the fruit plate, picked up a piece of apple with a fork, and held it to Heyuan's lips.
His other hand rested on the coffee table, close to He Yuan. His broad body cast a large shadow, almost enveloping He Yuan beneath him.
"Huh?"
He Yuan was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she had bought a "battle suit" to meet the requirements of a mission.
It should meet Brother Yingxing's requirements.
He tilted his head back and lightly pecked Yingxing's lips.
The young man raised the corners of his eyes and curled his lips, "Okay, I'll wear it, and Brother Yingxing will wear it too."
He Yuan took a bite of the apple, chewed out the juice, and pressed it against Ying Xing's lips once again.
The apple juice swirls between his lips and teeth before Yingxing swallows it all.
He Yuan licked her lips, glanced at Ying Xing as if flirting, and then immediately slipped out of the shadows and went to a guest room that had never been used before.
"Brother Yingxing, I'm really looking forward to it!"
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When Yingxing awkwardly came out of the room wearing an apron, the living room was quiet and empty.
He tugged at his apron, and just as he was about to turn around to go to the room to find someone, a fair and smooth arm wrapped around him from behind and slipped into the gap of the apron.
He could feel a rather furry texture against his skin.
Yingxing wanted to turn around and take a look, but Heyuan stopped her.
"Not yet, Brother Yingxing, let me have a taste first."
The person behind him stood on tiptoe, put their arm around his shoulder, brushed aside his soft white hair, and bit down on the back of his neck.
Ying Xing grabbed the hand that was causing trouble in front of his chest, clenched it in his palm, and forcefully forced the young man to relax his body, pulling him in front of him.
From the front, there's nothing wrong with He Yuan's clothes.
A jumpsuit-style sweater, resembling a sundress, with the hem covering her thighs, so low that her pubic bone was within reach.
The style is sleeveless, exposing the entire arm and part of the body.
The black sweater made his skin look as white as snow, and the style perfectly showed off his body curves.
Yingxing stared at it for a moment, completely mesmerized.
Such cranes and kites are a sight I've never seen before.
It wasn't until He Yuan reached out and pulled him to touch her back that Ying Xing realized—
What makes this garment different is that the slit at the back extends all the way to the tailbone.
With a simple reach, you can touch the dimples of your lower back.
Yingxing shrank back somewhat awkwardly, but Heyuan reached out and grabbed her hand.
"You're feeling it, Brother Yingxing?" The young man smiled and leaned closer, taking Yingxing's hand and leading him downstairs.
"Don't be shy, isn't this just human nature?"
Yingxing paused upon hearing this, then exchanged a glance with Heyuan.
"It's only natural for people to help me? Then, will Ah Yuan help me?"
Yingxing grasped the spot the young man indicated, his fingers tracing the location, sending shivers down his spine.
He then took He Yuan's other hand and led her to the place where they had just hidden.
Crane Kite jolted from the heat and pulled her hand back, only to have it firmly held down again.
"Ying, Brother Xing..."
No, that won't work, it's too big.
Although he knew that human potential was limitless, and he had even swallowed Fu Li's size, there was no reason why this one couldn't be the same.
But the problem is, Fu Li's... isn't hot to the touch!
It's not a matter of whether Ying Xing is hot or not anymore; he's the kind of person who looks particularly terrifying, the kind who gives off a feeling of being pierced through.
It's just... enough to upset your stomach!
He Yuan swallowed hard.
"Brother Yingxing, can I...can I use my hands?"
Ying Xing's gaze was slightly puzzled, but he naturally agreed.
"If it's too hot, you can wear an apron over it."
He lowered his eyes, as if he were giving in.
He Yuan immediately straightened up, "I can do it!"
"I have experience!"
Yingxing keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Where did He Yuan get his experience? He didn't seem like the type to masturbate before.
"Where did you get your experience from?" Ying Xing asked deliberately in a distrustful tone.
Without much hesitation, He Yuan blurted out, "I used to work for Brother Danfeng, and he also—"
Wait, this is Yingxing, why is he calling Danfeng "Brother"?!
Men are very jealous!
He Yuan immediately shut her mouth, turned her lips down, and looked at Ying Xing.
"Brother Yingxing—" she said, her tone becoming affected and pretentious, "This whole thing is your fault!"
Yingxing sat on the sofa, pulled Heyuan into his arms, and began to caress the young man's body through the openwork.
He almost laughed in exasperation, "Why is it my fault?"
"If...if you hadn't refused to agree to me... um—" He Yuan grabbed Ying Xing's apron, looking at him with teary eyes.
Ying Xing's heart softened again at the thought of what Dan Feng might do to He Yuan.
He touched that youthful yet mature body even more excessively.
"What am I unwilling to agree to?" Ying Xing asked with utmost calmness.
He Yuan almost burst into tears, "He won't, he won't agree to my date... Otherwise, why would I, why would I go to Danfeng—what would I do with Brother Danfeng?"
Yingxing pressed on, asking, "You went to see him, and you two were lovers for a day, but why did you use your hand to help him?"
But he didn't.
"Because Danfeng-ge—ah… Danfeng-ge is really feeling uncomfortable—"
He Yuan collapsed heavily onto Ying Xing, her body, clad only in one garment, sitting directly on the apron, where it was scorched by the heat.
"He's suffering, so go help him," Yingxing said through gritted teeth. "A-Yuan, I—I—"
He simply couldn't bring himself to say anything more hurtful.
He could only say, "There's no rule in the world that lovers have to help each other with this, especially since you're only 'one-day lovers'."
He Yuan cried as she straightened her back, trying to press her whole body against Ying Xing.
He felt like he was crying all over, and it was really painful.
Even Yingxing didn't help him.
"I understand..." the young man said softly, shifting his waist. "Brother Yingxing, can you help me?"
Yingxing pulled out the hem of her apron.
The lukewarm water and the scalding water mixed together.
He Yuan bit her lip and lifted her waist, not wanting to touch it directly.
He felt that if he touched it... the whole area would be scalded red.
Yingxing pressed down on his waist with one hand and pinched his chin with the other.
"Ah Yuan, I hope you will remember this time."
Don't do such outrageous things to others again.
Just do it to him.
These clothes can only be worn for him to see, and he will tear them off and rip them to shreds.
Before He Yuan could answer, a kiss silenced her.
In the end, all he remembered was that it was a very chaotic night.
The "battle suit" was ripped to pieces, and yarn was scattered all over the living room floor.
The newly opened apron was wrinkled, covered in water stains, and carried a lingering smell of heather and a sweet, fishy odor that wouldn't dissipate even after it dried.
They did everything except for the last step.
The skin on my inner thighs is chafed and broken; I need to use Dan Ding Si's medicine to heal it.
There was nothing about his body that was presentable.
He Yuan truly realized that men are very jealous.
But since Yingxing is the person he likes, he can only be more tolerant.
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Author's Note: The battle outfit is that backless sweater (whispering) [poor face]
"哈皮" sounds like "happy" in Chinese; surely no one would miss that, right? [pity]
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