Chapter 39 Hot Spring Night I Want to Pursue Youan!
Why! Why!
Perhaps it was because his usual good father joked too often, Quan Yi really didn't notice. He returned to the door of the cabin in a daze and sat down on the steps.
Enzo munched on some hard candy and glanced at him. "A fox likes a rabbit. What's the big deal?"
Quan Yi said with a sad face: "When did you find out?"
"Hmm..." Enzo said, looking as if he were thinking seriously. As Quan Yi's curiosity grew, he tilted his head and gave a wicked smile. "Guess."
Quan Yi: “…” Cats are so annoying.
On a snow slope not far away, Lancelot transformed back into human form, changed into a snow suit and returned to Youan.
Xu Qingzhou was suggesting: "How about switching to the Novice Road?"
Youan scratched his face, obviously unhappy. He just wanted to make this place smooth today!
Lancelot glanced down the slope. It was all cleared snow paths, with no branches or rocks around. He turned to Xu Qingzhou and said calmly, "Let him be."
Xu Qingzhou seemed a little surprised by his attitude, but seeing that Youan had happily run to the place where he had fallen while turning with his snowboard in his arms, he said nothing out of respect.
Youan knew that there was nothing wrong with staying on the novice slope and taking steady steps, but he thought that he could only play at the ski resort for a few days, and he would remember the lesson if he fell and got hurt. Of course, he would learn quickly if he practiced here. After returning to school, he could also tell Yin Pei and the others that he had become a skiing pro!
The cold wind blew his rabbit ears behind his head. Youan lowered his body and, as expected, fell several times in a row. Then he got up under the gaze of everyone, patted his butt and continued to slide.
Ouch, ouch...
Quan Yi and a few others came over out of curiosity, and soon they started frowning.
They have no shortage of time or energy. They learn a skill they are interested in when they think of it, and put it aside when they lose interest. No one has ever seen such a relentless drive as Yuan.
Lancelot grabbed the man, demonstrated the landing movements a few times to avoid really damaging his head, then clapped his hands and returned to Quan Yi.
Quan Yi was dumbfounded: "You don't want to try to persuade me? It hurts just looking at me!"
"It's not that he doesn't have the skills, he's just afraid of the feeling of weightlessness. It's much better now than before." Lancelot pushed open his goggles, and the snow stuck to his tail fell down. While sorting it out, he gestured for them to look up.
The dwarf rabbit orc in the field of vision bent his knees slightly, lowered his body, and the snowboard cut into the snow surface again like a knife, leaving clear and neat marks.
Returning to the place where he fell most often, Youan made several consecutive edge changes and turns, his knees gently pressed inward, his shoulders and knees forming a straight vertical line, quickly drawing a deep and even arc in the snow, and then suddenly lifted the board -
His tight waist and abdomen were tightened and rolled up, and his whole body flew into the air. The skateboard just brushed past the raised snow pile and landed with a bang, turning and rolling up a layer of fine snow like a wave.
Lancelot narrowed his eyes and smiled with a bit of pride, as if announcing to everyone, you see, I told you he could do it.
The mist raised by the skateboard had not yet dissipated, and Youan was already standing in the snow, pulling down his collar to reveal the delicate lower half of his face, waving his hands excitedly at them!
A group of people subconsciously opened their mouths slightly, about to applaud Youan's initial success, when suddenly a new snow mist rose before their eyes -
The sturdy little tiger cub grunted as it pulled a children's sled and whirred past them on its four thick and short legs.
You Tuan Tuan put his little paws on the back of the chair, propped himself up, and waved his paws excitedly: "Hahahaha brother! Look at me! It's so fast and exciting!"
The group of young masters, including Lancelot, were stunned for a few seconds.
"Uh, am I seeing right?"
"Who's pulling the sled?"
"It looks like Atheia... Wait! Atheia!"
“Huh—”
Their faces instantly showed fear, and they stopped chatting and immediately followed the sled which was speeding up.
The lively ski resort activities ended with everyone trying their best to stop Enzo from spanking his nephew.
The group was exhausted and returned to the hotel, either to soak in the hot springs or enjoy a massage.
You An soaked in the private hot spring pool in the room with white mist curling up, just like a handful of moonlight melting into the water, and all the aches and pains in his body disappeared without a trace.
In front of him was a snow-covered scene, and next to him was a small teacup filled with fruit. He was dizzy and sighed that rich people really knew how to enjoy life.
Youan soaked in the pool for only fifteen minutes as if he was addicted. Then he stood up and stepped out of the pool to wipe off the water marks. He just happened to see Lancelot pushing the door open.
"What's wrong? Are you ready to eat?"
Fresh from a hot spring bath, the dwarf rabbit orc's cheeks were rosy, his body steaming with heat, and his eyes seemed to be gleaming with water. His uniform bathrobe was a little loose on him, the collar casually open, revealing a large expanse of his slightly pink chest.
"We'll have to wait a little longer for dinner... Wait, what are you wearing?"
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, then he lifted the sides of his bathrobe and gathered them inwards. He lowered his eyelashes unhappily and muttered, "How lazy! Are you just planning on going out in a bathrobe? Why bring so many clothes? The hotel has heating, so you can change into something lighter later."
"oh……"
Youan responded dryly. He just wanted to experience the old money style of shaking a red wine glass in a bathrobe. He touched the bathrobe reluctantly and looked up at Lancelot.
At this moment, the other party was picking up two pieces of clothing and trying them on himself, with a focused expression as if he was conducting some high-end academic research. As he turned around to hang up the clothes, the red hair hanging down his back swayed like delicate tassels.
Euan couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity, sniffing his nose like a puppy, and Lancelot happened to turn around.
The breath sprayed on his Adam's apple, as if it was wrapped in hot water. The sudden action startled Lancelot.
The breath was warm and slightly moist, and every slight rise and fall was clearly imprinted on his taut skin.
Lancelot held his breath for a moment and dared not move. His ears were trembling because of the strange numbness in his heart.
"...What's wrong?" Lancelot closed his eyes and relaxed, raised his chin slightly stiffly, and his voice became a little hoarse.
"Did you change your perfume? It smells pretty good." Youan stepped back and blinked.
He seemed to like the smell very much. After being told that the perfume bottle was placed behind the suitcase, he walked away with his tail twisted, ready to borrow it and spray it twice.
When he returned to his room, Lancelot suddenly relaxed, covering his neck and gasping for breath.
When he realized that his body was having a reaction that only appeared during the nights of adolescence, a low curse escaped his throat and he went to the bathroom without looking back.
The dripping cold water splashed on his broad back. Lancelot leaned against the wall, slightly arching his back. The rich aroma of the perfumed foam stained his entire hand.
Unfortunately, that burning feeling was not something that could be suppressed easily. After a long time, he became angry, closed his eyes in frustration, and chose the most stupid option in self-destruction.
Then, a very quiet melody floated out along with the sound of water splashing -
Sleep, sleep, my dear baby...
Quan Yi came over while drying his hair, intending to get some of his hair oil. When he heard the noise in the bathroom, he was stunned for a few seconds and was instantly terrified!
He retreated with floating steps like a wandering soul.
Seeing that he was distracted, Enzo asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Quan Yi's face was filled with disbelief: "Oh my god, this is so weird, Lance is singing to his own bird in the bathroom."
Enzo was struck by lightning: "?"
Mad, something dirty got into his ear!
On this day, regardless of what happened to other people, Youan had a very fulfilling life. After dinner, he was dragged by Asaiah and You Tuantuan to build a snowman. He was so cold that his nose turned red before he returned to the room to watch the bottle wizard together.
It was not until late at night that warmth and sleepiness finally overwhelmed his excitement. He kissed the tiger cub and You Tuan Tuan who were curled up beside the pillow one by one, spit out the fluff on his mouth, hugged the two warm little guys contentedly, and soon fell asleep.
But the other person whose heart was disturbed by that unintentional touch is far from having such peace.
At this moment, a certain red-haired nobleman, who had always followed a strict and regular schedule, was lying on the big bed with his eyes open, staring at the intricate relief patterns on the ceiling without any sleepiness.
All the scenes from a few hours ago flashed through my mind. The itching from my skin being rubbed was extremely clear and annoying. Once some things were provoked, it seemed like there was no way to calm them down.
After tossing and turning in an unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep, Lancelot suddenly sat up, his hair disheveled and sticking up, looking particularly unruly under the dim night light.
He sat in this position for half an hour, and the inexplicable feeling of anxiety in his chest not only did not subside, but became more and more intense.
Finally, he irritably threw back the covers, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and walked straight to the next room.
"Hey, Enzo, come and drink with me." Lancelot had a clear goal and reached out to push the bulge in the quilt on the bed without any hesitation.
Enzo suppressed his boiling anger and turned over in extreme displeasure. Just as he was about to explode, he was frightened by a figure standing by the bed, staring at him.
Lancelot stood beside his bed with a smile on his face, and his voice full of surprise rang out in the silent room: "Great, you haven't slept yet."
Enzo: “…”
"I'm really impressed. Why can't we wait until tomorrow to talk about it?" The lights in the living room of the luxury suite suddenly lit up, causing Enzo to squint.
He lazily fell back, slamming himself into the sofa with a heavy thud, resentful of being interrupted. "It's 3:30 in the morning, Lancelot. Don't you think this scene is a bit like a palace drama, like a tyrant emperor and his henchmen plotting a rebellion?"
Lancelot ignored his sarcasm and walked straight to the wine cabinet with a subtle irritation in his movements.
He poured a glass of amber liquor and put it into Enzo's hand. He held another glass himself, without even adding ice cubes, and sat down on the single sofa next to him, crossing his long legs. His eyes were unusually vague. "If I'm not looking for you, then am I looking for that confidant Quan Yi?"
Catching the subtle hint in the words, Enzo slowly turned his head, his sharp gaze shining like a searchlight on Lancelot's annoyed face.
"Ah..." Enzo drawled, his tone lazily knowing everything, "I see. You've got it."
Lancelot paused, his fingers gripping the wine glass. Confusion and a hint of discomfort at being seen through filled his olive-green eyes. "What?"
Enzo sneered and pointed out mercilessly: "I mean, you finally realized it - you like Youan."
Lancelot's expression froze instantly, and he said dryly, "I thought it was just sympathy... uh, or heartache?" He tried to find more "appropriate" words to explain the throbbing that kept him awake at night.
"Feeling sorry?" Enzo scoffed at his explanation. "Eight out of ten projects Quan Yi invests in lose money, and you still feel sorry for him?"
Lancelot was choked by this irrelevant example and was speechless. A look of extreme disgust appeared on his face. "Ah... I warned him long ago that rich second-generations who save more in fixed deposits will earn money."
"You see." Enzo shrugged, and gently touched the glass in his hand with his own, making a crisp "ding" sound. "You just like Youan. You can't wait to drag him to register tomorrow and make him your wife immediately."
"wife?!"
The word exploded like a bomb in Lancelot's mind. He sat up suddenly, and the wine in the glass spilled out.
The worship of ghosts and the sympathy for Youan, but these are not enough to explain his past actions.
However, the appearance of this word was like a key, instantly opening a gate in his subconscious that had been deliberately ignored.
Lancelot has always believed since he was a child that he would never fall in love without hesitation. That would be too stupid, but what if the object was Euan?
He and Youan are friends. This cognition is safe and has clear boundaries. Generally speaking, friends cannot become wives... But a faint but extremely clear voice sounded in his heart!
If, he meant if, Euan became his wife, they would no longer be friends who could say good night to each other and go to sleep in their respective rooms.
If they become wife, they can only sleep in the same bed, or hug, kiss, and do it anytime and anywhere... Oh, this cannot be done anywhere.
Lancelot's thoughts had begun to spiral out of control, gradually sliding towards a dangerous yet extremely desirable realm, his tail hanging at his side sweeping back and forth constantly.
He forced his confused thoughts to calm down and continue to the next round of verification.
Therefore, based on the above considerations, Youan can only be the wife...
Oh no, he means...so the wife can only be Youan...
No, no! What he wanted to say was...
Amidst the chaotic smoke of gunpowder, an incomparably clear and unquestionable thought was engraved deep in Lancelot's soul like a brand—
Youan, that’s my wife!
Enzo never imagined that one day he would witness such a colorful and ever-changing expression on Lancelot's face.
From struggling and confusion to being stunned and stunned to some kind of indescribable "enlightenment", the whole process lasted less than five seconds, and Lancelot fell back on the sofa.
He crossed his legs and swung them, returning to his usual smiling self, but with an extremely serious look in his eyes, he announced calmly, "I want to pursue Youan."
Enzo snorted with disdain.
The favorable situation has turned into a fierce competition among many players, and I don't know why I should still pretend to be in control of the situation.
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