Yan Xueshan’s cheeks were flushed as he snorted coldly and replied disdainfully, “How could I get drunk on sweet wine?”

The tone of his speech was sheepish and soft, making Arthur’s bones almost crisp. He was so different from his usual self but he didn’t seem to notice.

Arthur never knew the depth of Yan Xueshan’s drinking capacity.

This was because during all the banquets, Yan Xueshan would either not participate or wouldn’t drink alcohol even when he did participate. He would say that if he drank, his hand holding the sniper rifle would be unstable.

Yan Xueshan was as cold as ice, and no one could persuade him to drink.

Due to that, Arthur didn’t expect Yan Xueshan to be such a lightweight. His drunk Master was as obedient as a child, snuggling into his arms.

Sitting on his lap with his arms around Arthur’s neck, he had never been so actively intimate. As if breaking all his cold defenses, Yan Xueshan’s entire body temperature was a little hotter than usual. His hands, feet and cheeks were hot, as if they were about to melt into his arms.

Right now, this Yan Xueshan in his arms could be said to be at his full disposal.

Arthur couldn’t help heating up. His sweet and greasy pheromones almost filled the whole room. When Yan Xueshan was sober he could only coax him, but now that Yan Xueshan was drunk, he didn’t even dare move.

The main reason was, he was afraid that if he moved he wouldn’t be able to bear it anymore.

Yan Xueshan treated him as a human-shaped stool, adjusting to the most comfortable position in his arms. Sitting for a while before moving, sitting for a while and then moving again.

For some reason, he also became a chatterbox. For the first time in his life, he was saying a lot of things to him.

“Your chest muscles are well trained, it’s really comfortable to lean on them. They are very elastic.”

“I remember when I first met you, you weren’t this tall. You were only 19 at the time, right? You’ve actually grown a lot since then. It’s so nice.”

“To be honest, at first I thought you were going to die on your first day. You were always smiling like a total goofball. I didn’t expect you to live to the end.

“Why on earth do you want to marry me? I’ve been wondering about it.

“I’ve known you for six years, and I’ve recently realized that I don’t really know you very well. Do you want to marry me for some political purpose? Or do you want to coax me back into piloting mecha with you?”

Hearing this, Arthur couldn’t listen anymore and said angrily, “There is no political purpose. I want to marry you because I love you. I want to marry you and have you.”

Yan Xueshan was dizzy but still spoke seriously. “I don’t agree with what you said. Everyone is independent, and it shouldn’t be said who owns who.”

“You might as well be trying to coax me back into piloting a mecha.

“I quite like the piloting mecha with you, it makes me feel very comfortable mentally. Much more comfortable than having sex with you.”

Arthur: “…”

Was his Master praising him or scolding him?

He hugged Arthur with his whole body, putting his chin on Arthur’s shoulder as he titled his head and said, “I miss Artemis so much, I miss her so much.”

Arthur knew he couldn’t hear him, so he said to himself, “Don’t you miss me?”

As Arthur spoke, Yan Xueshan turned around, leaning his back against Arthur’s chest. He began to count on his fingers, “In my heart, you are ranked sixth. Let me count for you.

“Number one, is my homeland, the Galactic Federation. Second, is my parents. Third, is my adoptive father. Fourth is Artemis. Sixth — is you.”

Arthur laughed in a low voice.

Yan Xueshan tilted his face back, looking at Arthur’s chin as he asked, “Aren’t you curious who the fifth is?”

Arthur replied confidently, “It’s your sniper rifle.”

Yan Xueshan said, “Wow, you are so smart.”

He really was too cute.

Arthur took a deep breath, suppressed the desire of wanting to press Yan Xueshan to the couch right now and spoke. “Master, get up and go take a nap. You’re really drunk.”

Yan Xueshan was dissatisfied. “You, don’t be noisy, I still haven’t finished talking.”

Arthur said with a smile. “OK, OK. I’m all ears.”

Yan Xueshan turned around again, hands pressing against both of his shoulders. He sat as straight as possible, looking straight at him, and exhaled. His breath was laced with the aroma of sweet wine. “Arthur, do you really want to marry me? Even if I have a mental disorder?

“Even if I never fall in love with you in my life, do you still want to marry me?”

The words fell lightly.

But Arthur couldn’t smile anymore.

The night was silent.

Arthur stared at him, his gaze gentle as still water, but so deep that it could see into your soul. He spoke incredibly seriously. “I would still want to marry you.

“Even if you won’t love me as much as I love you, I still want to marry you.”

Yan Xueshan looked at him, half-understanding, and just commented, “… idiot.”

Arthur said, “That’s your idiot.”

He urged him again, like he was dodging something. “No more talking Master. You should go to bed. I guess you’ll forget about this when you get up tomorrow.”

Yan Xueshan wasn’t happy. While straddling Arthur’s lap, he straightened his upper body. Bending over, he looked down at Arthur and patted his face. “Why do you keep urging me to go to sleep? It’s annoying.”

Arthur suddenly became a little irritable, his breathing fierce as he also straightened up, letting his shadow fall on Yan Xueshan. His pupils black as ink, he said “Master, go to sleep. If you don’t go to sleep, I can’t guarantee what I will do to you.”

Yan Xueshan didn’t ask him what he was going to do, since he already knew in his heart.

 Arthur didn’t say anything.

The two people looked at each other, tiny sparks jumping between them. At that moment, everything was silent, and only each other remained in their eyes.

 Arthur quietly raised his head and approached, as if offering himself, begging Yan Xueshan to give him a kiss.

He surrounded Yan Xueshan’s strong limbs with his arms, finger after finger, climbing to the back of the neck, holding it gently as his thumb stroked him.

Yan Xueshan didn’t know what was happening to him, making him soften like this and gently kiss Arthur.

They went further than last time.

It was also more affectionate than their first time.

The clothes of the two were peeled off from the dining table to the bedside of the bedroom.

The flower clusters on the branches outside the window were coated with night light, shaken by a sometimes sharp or gentle wind, wanting to fall, trembling.

Even though Yan Xueshan was in a daze, he was vaguely aware of what was going on.

But the  alcohol made his body feel weird, like it was melting.

He was going to grab Arthur’s hand, but Arthur instantly held both of his hands and entwined their fingers.

Yan Xueshan’s voice was shattered and shaken by the impact. “…. How did I get mowed again?”

Arthur asked, “Are you comfortable? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere master?”

Yan Xueshan found it difficult to think, he felt slightly hot as he spoke, “I don’t know…the bed is too soft…”

It was too soft.

It made his whole body sink into it, unable to resist.

Arthur then picked him up. “Then grab my back.”

Yan Xueshan was a little embarrassed to recall what happened next.

Especially when he woke up the next morning and saw several reddish scratches on Arthur’s back.

— He knew it was done by him.

He didn’t do it because of pain.

It was because of a…strange feeling. He couldn’t describe it. Maybe it was due to his muddled awareness?

After washing up, Arthur was shirtless and taking a selfie of his back in the mirror.

Click, click, click.

He kept taking selfies.

Yan Xueshan: “What are you doing?”

Arthur: “I want to show off to people.”

Yan Xueshan: “?”

Yan Xueshan lowered his head, frowned for a moment, and said seriously, “No.”

Arthur: “Haha, I was joking.”

He laughed dryly twice, but Yan Xueshan simply ignored him.

Yan Xueshan changed into dark green overalls, waterproof military boots, and hemp gloves.

The clothes were well tailored so Yan Xueshan felt like he was wearing a military uniform without a badge. He was so handsome that Arthur couldn’t help but look and say, “It’s the first day of class, so you probably won’t go to the fields.”

Yan Xueshan said, “That’s convenient.”

Arthur froze, and asked, “Master, are you physically okay? Does it still hurt?”

Yan Xueshan: “It’s fine.”

Arthur was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

Last night, he worked very hard and Yan Xueshan also seemed to be fine, except for his delicate mood.

He was colder than usual.

Although Yan Xueshan has always been cold to him, today he was too indifferent. It was like spring water that had melted in his arms all night turned back into ice.

He was colder than usual.

Bang.

The door closed.

Yan Xueshan walked away without looking back, not even saying goodbye to him.

Yan Xueshan remembered what happened last night.

Everything.

 

Edited by: Antiope1

 

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