Chapter 145 Pinocchio (9) Is Crane Kite taking a bath? ...
This has happened many times.
The Milky Way, which has developed for more than two thousand Amber Ages, has many styles of clothing. He Yuan also has the habit of buying clothes regularly, which has led to the dressing room in the Shence Mansion being filled with his clothes, while Jing Yuan only uses a small room.
But that wasn't enough. Many clothes still had to be periodically removed to make room for new ones. Later, using the space technology that He Yuan had modified herself, the walk-in closet was able to accommodate all the clothes without having to take them in or out.
However, there are quite a lot.
Choosing clothes for Heyuan every day is a sweet yet torturous task.
Even with Jingyuan's excellent memory, it wasn't good enough for him to remember every single piece of clothing and know their location; everything had to be based on the latest styles.
Fortunately, He Yuan didn't seem to care too much.
He knew he had a good foundation, so even if Jing Yuan put together a nightmare-like outfit, he could still make it look stylish.
But Jingyuan wouldn't do that, so in most cases, Heyuan was dressed up very well by him.
She can effortlessly create dozens of hairstyles, choose accessories based on her outfit, and even use a matching perfume.
— Jingyuan doesn't even care about himself that much.
He only wears one set of clothes to work, changing them as he goes. He dresses more casually at home, but he dresses up nicely when he goes out with He Yuan.
after all--
"What if Xiao Yuan's attention is drawn to someone else if we don't tidy things up properly?"
He Yuan scoffed, "None of them are as good-looking as you, why would I look at them?"
In his heart, there was only one handsome young man in Luofu, Jing Yuan. No matter how much cosmetic surgery others underwent, they could never compare to Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan just smiled.
So if someone is prettier than him, they'll attract Xiao Yuan's attention, right?
Jing Yuan was anxious, but anxiety was useless; he could only do what he could to do well.
In retrospect, that choice was the right one.
At least, the young man's body remembered him, his habits remembered him, and everything around him remembered him.
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Jing Yuan was initially puzzled by the location of the mirror, but now he understands.
When did this happen?
For the past hundred years, Xiao Yuan has never been absent-minded; she has always stayed by his side—except for the time she spent at Yalilo VI.
It is said that the Star Train went there to explore before. Could it be from that time?
No, Akivili was already dead by then.
Jing Yuan pressed down somewhat irritably, and the tongue he held between his fingers seemed to be trying to please him. The body in his arms trembled constantly, and the sound was swallowed up and broken, with only a little bit leaking out.
There was a sound of water dripping onto the ground.
Three or four fingers couldn't stop the trickling water, which slid down her trembling legs and puddled on the carpet.
He Yuan pressed down on Jing Yuan's hand.
He didn't quite understand; Jingyuan seemed a bit off today.
Why?
Is it because of the unfamiliar environment?
But they've been to hotels quite a few times over the years.
After finally getting the hand out of her mouth, He Yuan stuck out her swollen tongue and turned her head to ask, "W-what happened?"
Jing Yuan thought for a moment and said, "You spent quite a while looking at those two people today, and you even talked to them."
It's not appropriate to ask the Star God directly. He Yuan hasn't mentioned it to him all these years, which probably means he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.
Let's try a different reason then.
Jealousy is the most legitimate reason.
He Yuan was taken aback, then chuckled, "Are you jealous?"
He wasn't unhappy; rather, his tone was somewhat surprised.
Over the years, he hasn't been fooling around with other people much; he's mostly been spending time with Jing Yuan, probably because his possessiveness has become too strong.
...That's not right either.
If someone is so possessive, why would they agree to a divorce?
So...not too high, not too low?
Anyway, it was his spoiling that led to this.
Jing Yuan seemed a little awkward. "Yeah, what's wrong?"
It's normal to be jealous, but it's a little strange that Kyung-won is jealous.
He Yuan felt a mischievous urge and said, "Then I'll have others in the future—"
...
He Yuan had eaten it many times and was basically used to its shape and texture. Suddenly, some ingredients were added, and its whole body turned as red as a cooked shrimp, and its skin and flesh trembled like a sieve.
It's not just about putting something in; it's about making movements and calculating.
To fit Jingyuan, Heyuan was held and stood on tiptoe, his height fluctuating between two meters and one and eighty meters. He couldn't even stand on his toes and could only occasionally tiptoe, all thanks to Jingyuan holding him.
He was too weak to move forward, so Jingyuan placed him on the mirror so he could see his flushed face.
"Xiao Yuan, I get jealous too. I get envious too."
Jingyuan lay on his back and said.
He Yuan knew, of course, but Jing Yuan had never done this before—and rarely did. He was usually all smiles, and it seemed like he would never get angry no matter what he did, so He Yuan teased him without thinking.
Who would have thought that this would turn out to be such a big mistake?
He Yuan braced herself against the mirror with both hands, her chest pressed against it, her lower abdomen suspended in the air, as if she were firmly nailed down.
It really felt like a very thick nail, piercing his lower abdomen until it ached and his flesh turned red from the impact, trembling in the air-conditioned room.
He only needs to lower his head to see a place that looks like a small waterfall.
Although there have been many such experiences—although Jingyuan often drags him to try new things—although they have been like this for over a hundred years—don't forget that Heyuan returned to the game after spending more than a month in a fulfilling real-life experience.
More than thirty days have passed, and the body should forget some things. What the body remembers, the mind may not.
He Yuan was now like someone who had just tasted meat, completely powerless against Jing Yuan, and could only glare at him from the side.
Staring at it didn't help; it only made it worse.
If he remembered even a little bit, he would know that such behavior would not elicit any pity, but would only provoke people to go even further.
The tinkering never stopped; the only sounds in the room besides the water were intermittent humming.
Jingyuan could tell whether Heyuan felt pleasure or pain.
Although he was puzzled as to why He Yuan reacted that way, he later found out the reason.
Mirrors are always used to enhance firmness, and given that this isn't a familiar room, it's normal for He Yuan to act this way.
Jingyuan patiently comforted him, finally making Heyuan feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring, and he felt refreshed.
......
In the end, He Yuan slept straight through until morning.
When He Yuan woke up, Jing Yuan had already left. The breakfast he had prepared was placed in an insulated box, waiting for He Yuan to eat it.
He stretched and felt soreness all over his body.
Fortunately, Jingyuan handled it well; he probably gave him a massage before leaving.
The room has been tidied up, and the mirror is very clean.
It was very clean—but He Yuan still put the mirror away.
Anyway, there's a full-length mirror in the walk-in closet, so this isn't necessary.
He went out after breakfast and was stopped by Lazarina.
"You said last night that you'd go see the core institutions after chatting," said the girl wearing glasses.
The reflection in her glasses momentarily revealed a hint of He Yuan's unease.
It seems... it seems like I did agree.
He Yuan wasn't trying to avoid it; she had just logged into the game yesterday and hadn't been there in a long time, so she kept pestering Jing Yuan to come back a few more times, completely forgetting about the matter.
As for not knowing the core structure... that's impossible.
Games aren't exams; they don't test real knowledge. They just offer some fun puzzle games.
“Then I’ll go tell Pam,” He Yuan said without refusing. “By the way, have you had breakfast?”
Lazarina nodded. "I ate it."
She had been staying up all night for half a month, and the train conductor kept a close eye on her while she slept and even supervised her breakfast. Now her sleep schedule is incredibly healthy.
Since they had already eaten, He Yuan didn't ask any more questions and went directly to Pam to tell her about entering the engine room.
The engine room houses the structure and energy that powers the entire train, and almost no one is allowed to enter except for Pam, Akivili, and Crane.
Lazarina secretly solved the puzzle at the entrance and, under the supervision of the current train navigator Granholm, entered to study the core.
He Yuan understood her motives and, with Pam's permission, took her to the motor vehicle compartment.
There were just three more people behind them.
"Mikhail, Ternan, what are you two doing here?"
Granholm was puzzled.
These two weren't seen coming with us last time either?
Tirnan added, "Misha and I are both quite curious."
So you didn't come last time either!
Granholm was about to say something when He Yuan interrupted him, "You can look if you're curious, but don't touch anything or ask any questions."
"Non-professionals should not ask questions that I cannot answer."
After all, it concerns the entire Star Train; if it breaks, it will take at least several days to repair.
Both Ternan and Mikhail obediently made their promises.
Once inside, there are simple mini-games in front of Crane Kite.
For parts that Lazarina didn't understand, He Yuan would disassemble them himself and show them to her using the Jade Emperor projection model. This process took five or six hours.
The three people on the other side, who knew nothing, could only stand there helplessly, and Mikhail began to doubt the purpose of his visit.
He came to help Tirnan pursue her, but now he can't do anything. He might as well say some nice things to Tirnan tonight and win her favor.
As it approached three o'clock, Lazarina's brain could no longer process any more information, and He Yuan's explanation came to an end.
Pam's knocking came at the door.
"Ah Yuan, if you don't eat soon, you won't get any food today."
The train conductor came to urge everyone to eat.
He Yuan touched her stomach, feeling a surge of hunger. Her stamina bar was almost empty, and she suddenly went limp, about to collapse onto Mikhail.
Mikhail... um... Mikhail caught half of it and gestured for Tirnan to come and catch the other half. As he moved, he tucked the entire Crane Kite into Tirnan's arms.
He added in a voice he thought He Yuan couldn't hear, "Bro, remember to show him your muscles and boyfriend material!"
That's what everyone on StarNet is saying!
Tirnan: "......"
Misha! Crane Kite's eyes are still open!
He Yuan laughed without restraint, "Where are the muscles? I've never seen any."
Tirnan was always dressed very conservatively, so I could only see his general shape; I had never seen the details.
I wonder if playing shooting games causes a lot of calluses.
Currently, among the people that He Yuan has experienced and who has developed a lot of cocoons, only Ying Xing is truly remarkable.
It was truly exhilarating; the moment I touched it, I felt waves of shivering that I couldn't shake off.
Tirnan blushed at his teasing and cleared his throat, "It's not convenient right now."
He Yuan looked at his face and deliberately asked, "When would be a convenient time?"
Are you coming tonight?
Mikhail glanced at the expressions of the people next to him and said, "We're almost there. Tell them quietly later."
What was the reason for the interruption?
Is it really because he doesn't want his good friend to be teased too much, or is it because he cares about other people's feelings?
Mikhail felt briefly bewildered.
He shouldn't have—shouldn't he have gone to help Tirnan distract those people?
Why did he do that?
He Yuan tugged at Tirnan's sleeve, "Your good brother is confused, aren't you going to go and comfort him?"
He Yuan is the type who enjoys watching the excitement and doesn't mind making things worse.
He had long seen that Mikhail hadn't quite grasped the concept yet, but the man was incredibly straightforward, always catching him off guard. So he simply stopped trying to make him understand and just wanted to see when Mikhail would realize his thoughts on his own.
Tirnan: "If I'm not mistaken, you should hope I don't try to comfort him."
He Yuan probably wanted to see Mikhail struggle with his decision.
But Mikhail's super intuition is terrifying; what's even more terrifying is his high level of execution.
There are some things that he will do subconsciously, even if he doesn't understand them.
Just like now, when they had reached the observation car and were about to have a meal, he suddenly ran up and down to carry the dishes, and thoughtfully placed them in front of He Yuan, while also taking the seat next to He Yuan.
Mikhail's thinking was very simple.
He wanted to help his good brother, and cutting off other people's opportunities was also a form of help. He didn't know it in his heart, but his body betrayed him.
Lazarina, who was watching, was speechless.
Granholm had already slipped away. He sensed something was wrong with these people, complained to his friends behind their backs, and ran off early to avoid getting involved.
While Akivilli's ideal woman was indeed captivating, he felt that his own life was more important.
Most importantly, he's a fan.
Fans refuse to get too close to celebrities, especially when watching gossip, because it makes him... well... it makes him have strange thoughts.
It would remind him of a forum he had stumbled upon before.
The forum was full of bold words he couldn't understand, like "Baby is so beautiful" and "Baby, let me lick you."
Now he was beginning to understand what it was talking about.
That's why we need to escape even more!
As for Pam, she was busy preparing dinner.
When he returned, he saw Tirnan and Mikhail blocking He Yuan from both sides, constantly serving him food. Mikhail even exaggeratedly offered to feed him directly and urged Tirnan to join him.
Crane Kite: "......"
He's just running out of energy, not a cripple.
Fortunately, Ternan didn't join Mikhail in causing trouble, and the three of them had a normal meal.
—Lazarina didn't want to eat dog food, so she went to sit at a table by herself.
He Yuan was really hungry. Apart from the foolish actions she took to stop the two at the beginning, she spent the rest of her time eating to regain her energy.
When it was time to drink, Tiernan brought up, "You promised to watch my handgun this afternoon."
Crane Kite: "......"
Oh no, he got carried away and forgot something else.
Tiernan quickly offered an out: "However, my gun is usually well-maintained and I don't use it much. How about after dinner? It won't affect your rest."
After all, the night belongs to Mikhail.
Mikhail had no objection.
Even if his brother is pursuing someone, he wouldn't cause trouble.
In addition, there are things he needs to think about.
What exactly is he thinking?
Why did he feel sad when he helped Tirnan?
Why did he feel an emptiness in his heart when he put the crane kite into Tirnan's arms?
He couldn't understand it.
Should we ask Lazarina?
Lazarina coldly replied, "I'm not getting involved in what's between you and Tirnan."
Even though they used to be a trio, it's still not appropriate for them to interfere in this kind of relationship issue.
Should we ask Tirnan?
No, no, this question shouldn't be asked of Tirnan. Mikhail instinctively thought so.
So... the train conductor?
The train conductor seemed to feel guilty and decided against it.
Left with no other option, Mikhail turned to netizens for help.
Why do I feel sad when my best friend helps him pursue someone?
As the title suggests, my good friend has fallen for someone. Personally, I feel I need to help him as a friend. Because she has many suitors and has had several excellent ex-husbands, my friend is struggling to support her alone, so I'm helping him.
But when I help him, sometimes I think, I wish I were the one holding that person, I wish I were the one getting along with that person. And when I see that person getting along with his brother, I feel sad, I don't know why.
Also, I...I think I dreamt about that person last night. Is there a doctor who can interpret this dream?
Top-rated answer: If you like that person, don't be a scapegoat and help your brother. Think more about yourself!
The questioner replied: ? But I'm straight, and I don't feel any romantic feelings at all.
Mikhail was puzzled.
Strange, he just thought the crane and the kite were very beautiful, very attractive, and that the crane and the kite always managed to capture his attention... that's all.
Is this what it means to like someone?
But he didn't feel his heart flutter, nor did he feel that inexplicable attraction. Could this be considered liking someone?
Dude? You find him attractive, doesn't that mean you like him?
—I don't think this counts as liking someone. It's too superficial and vulgar. What I'm looking for is a resonance on a spiritual level.
【Why don't you talk to him? If you find a connection on a deeper level, wouldn't that be perfect? It's rare to find someone whose aesthetic sense and soul align with yours.】
—You're right, I'm going to sleep with him tonight, so we can chat before bed.
【What?! We're sleeping in the same bed!!! Then why are you asking?!】
He said he couldn't sleep alone, so I volunteered.
[…I—you—never mind, you can go talk to them tonight.]
[Straight men? More like Schrödinger's straight men.]
--ah?
[Several ex-husbands? How many exactly? OP, you might be dealing with a seasoned player in love; you might not be able to handle him.]
What I mean is, give me your contact information, and I'll take over.
—No way! My brother is pursuing him, and your conditions are too poor; he won't be interested.
[The upstairs neighbor's conditions are bad? Then how good are his conditions?]
—A long-lived species, with assets in the multi-digit range (the exact amount is unclear, but it is substantial).
[An immortal being, many ex-husbands... so many names have appeared before my eyes.]
Anyway, it's not that person.
That's true. That person probably looks down on someone as emotionally naive as the original poster (no offense to the original poster).
That's right, our Xiaoyuan is meant to be cherished by high-quality, sensible men. These inexperienced and clueless men are not within Xiaoyuan's hunting range.
[Xiao Yuan is very picky. Judging from the poster's identity, they seem to be an anonymous user. Starry Sky Train still owes the company debts, so Xiao Yuan probably wouldn't be interested.]
[How dare you! Xiaoyuan was invited by Amber King three times and refused each time. She can just wave her hand and forget about company debts.]
[Let's not go off-topic, where did the original poster go?]
—I searched for "Xiaoyuan" and found someone who looks a lot like the person I was talking about.
Is there something wrong with your eyes...?
Stop daydreaming, buddy. I know this guy has a lot of dream men, and even more unrequited ones, but there's no need to fantasize.
Yes, yes, if the other person feels you're just using them as a substitute, then it's all over.
—What I mean is, I think that person is prettier than Xiaoyuan.
【？？？】
What are you talking about? Are you blind?
Is beauty blind?
Mikhail felt he couldn't continue the conversation.
Continuing this conversation will only cause trouble for both myself and He Yuan.
He didn't know much about the internet, but he did know how powerful rumors could be.
He Yuan has never publicized that he boarded the Starry Sky Train, which means he wants a stable exploration trip, so he can't reveal too much.
Ignoring the discussion below, Mikhail decided to talk to Tirnan and Heyuan tonight after they finished.
Before that, he needs to do some preparation.
Although he couldn't tell, everyone said that He Yuan was a very fragile person.
Mikhail decided to take good care of himself.
He has always been very clean, but the thought of lying in the same bed with He Yuan makes him want to wash himself clean.
That's really strange.
Mikhail made himself smell nice and knocked on the door at eight o'clock—the time he had agreed upon with He Yuan.
The door opened directly, and the note left on the door told him to come in.
Mikhail walked in nervously, and froze on the spot when he heard the sound of water coming from the bedroom.
Is He Yuan taking a bath?
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Author's note: Tomorrow's storyline will be covered, so it might be a bit short.
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