{"id":5170,"date":"2023-01-17T09:17:05","date_gmt":"2023-01-17T08:17:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=5170"},"modified":"2023-01-17T09:17:05","modified_gmt":"2023-01-17T08:17:05","slug":"after-winning-this-battle-i-will-go-home-and-get-married-chapter-19","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2023\/01\/17\/after-winning-this-battle-i-will-go-home-and-get-married-chapter-19\/","title":{"rendered":"After Winning This Battle, I Will Go Home And Get Married &#8211; Chapter 19"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan&#8217;s cheeks were flushed as he snorted coldly and replied disdainfully, &#8220;How could I get drunk on sweet wine?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The tone of his speech was sheepish and soft, making Arthur\u2019s bones almost crisp. He was so different from his usual self but he didn\u2019t seem to notice.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur never knew the depth of Yan Xueshan&#8217;s drinking capacity.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was because during all the banquets, Yan Xueshan would either not participate or wouldn\u2019t drink alcohol even when he did participate. He would say that if he drank, his hand holding the sniper rifle would be unstable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan was as cold as ice, and no one could persuade him to drink.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Due to that, Arthur didn\u2019t expect Yan Xueshan to be such a lightweight. His drunk Master was as obedient as a child, snuggling into his arms.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sitting on his lap with his arms around Arthur\u2019s neck, he had never been so actively intimate. As if breaking all his cold defenses, Yan Xueshan&#8217;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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Right now, this Yan Xueshan in his arms could be said to be at his full disposal.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur couldn\u2019t 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\u2019t even dare move.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The main reason was, he was afraid that if he moved he wouldn\u2019t be able to bear it anymore.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For some reason, he also became a chatterbox. For the first time in his life, he was saying a lot of things to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Your chest muscles are well trained, it&#8217;s really comfortable to lean on them. They are very elastic.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I remember when I first met you, you weren&#8217;t this tall. You were only 19 at the time, right? You&#8217;ve actually grown a lot since then. It&#8217;s so nice.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;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&#8217;t expect you to live to the end.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Why on earth do you want to marry me? I&#8217;ve been wondering about it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ve known you for six years, and I&#8217;ve recently realized that I don&#8217;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?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing this, Arthur couldn\u2019t listen anymore and said angrily, &#8220;There is no political purpose. I want to marry you because I love you. I want to marry you and have you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan was dizzy but still spoke seriously. &#8220;I don&#8217;t agree with what you said. Everyone is independent, and it shouldn&#8217;t be said who owns who.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;You might as well be trying to coax me back into piloting a mecha.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I quite like the piloting mecha with you, it makes me feel very comfortable mentally. Much more comfortable than having sex with you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Was his Master praising him or scolding him?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He hugged Arthur with his whole body, putting his chin on Arthur&#8217;s shoulder as he titled his head and said, \u201cI miss Artemis so much, I miss her so much.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur knew he couldn&#8217;t hear him, so he said to himself, &#8220;Don&#8217;t you miss me?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As Arthur spoke, Yan Xueshan turned around, leaning his back against Arthur&#8217;s chest. He began to count on his fingers, &#8220;In my heart, you are ranked sixth. Let me count for you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Number one, is my homeland, the Galactic Federation. Second, is my parents. Third, is my adoptive father. Fourth is Artemis. Sixth &#8212; is you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur laughed in a low voice.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan tilted his face back, looking at Arthur\u2019s chin as he asked, \u201cAren&#8217;t you curious who the fifth is?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur replied confidently, &#8220;It&#8217;s your sniper rifle.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan said, &#8220;Wow, you are so smart.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He really was too cute.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur took a deep breath, suppressed the desire of wanting to press Yan Xueshan to the couch right now and spoke. \u201cMaster, get up and go take a nap. You\u2019re really drunk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan was dissatisfied. &#8220;You, don\u2019t be noisy, I still haven&#8217;t finished talking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur said with a smile. &#8220;OK, OK. I&#8217;m all ears.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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. &#8220;Arthur, do you really want to marry me? Even if I have a mental disorder?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Even if I never fall in love with you in my life, do you still want to marry me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The words fell lightly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Arthur couldn\u2019t smile anymore.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The night was silent.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur stared at him, his gaze gentle as still water, but so deep that it could see into your soul. He spoke incredibly seriously. \u201cI would still want to marry you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Even if you won&#8217;t love me as much as I love you, I still want to marry you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan looked at him, half-understanding, and just commented, &#8220;&#8230; idiot.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur said, &#8220;That\u2019s your idiot.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He urged him again, like he was dodging something. &#8220;No more talking Master. You should go to bed. I guess you\u2019ll forget about this when you get up tomorrow.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan wasn\u2019t happy. While straddling Arthur\u2019s lap, he straightened his upper body. Bending over, he looked down at Arthur and patted his face. \u201cWhy do you keep urging me to go to sleep? It&#8217;s annoying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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 \u201cMaster, go to sleep. If you don&#8217;t go to sleep, I can&#8217;t guarantee what I will do to you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan didn&#8217;t ask him what he was going to do, since he already knew in his heart.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0Arthur didn&#8217;t say anything.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0Arthur quietly raised his head and approached, as if offering himself, begging Yan Xueshan to give him a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He surrounded Yan Xueshan\u2019s strong limbs with his arms, finger after finger, climbing to the back of the neck, holding it gently as his thumb stroked him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan didn\u2019t know what was happening to him, making him soften like this and gently kiss Arthur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They went further than last time.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was also more affectionate than their first time.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The clothes of the two were peeled off from the dining table to the bedside of the bedroom.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even though Yan Xueshan was in a daze, he was vaguely aware of what was going on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the\u00a0 alcohol made his body feel weird, like it was melting.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was going to grab Arthur&#8217;s hand, but Arthur instantly held both of his hands and entwined their fingers.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan&#8217;s voice was shattered and shaken by the impact. &#8220;&#8230;. How did I get mowed again?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur asked, \u201cAre you comfortable? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere master?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan found it difficult to think, he felt slightly hot as he spoke, \u201cI don&#8217;t know&#8230;the bed is too soft&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was too soft.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It made his whole body sink into it, unable to resist.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur then picked him up. &#8220;Then grab my back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan was a little embarrassed to recall what happened next.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Especially when he woke up the next morning and saw several reddish scratches on Arthur&#8217;s back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8212; He knew it was done by him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t do it because of pain.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was because of a\u2026strange feeling. He couldn&#8217;t describe it. Maybe it was due to his muddled awareness?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After washing up, Arthur was shirtless and taking a selfie of his back in the mirror.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Click, click, click.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He kept taking selfies.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan: &#8220;What are you doing?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur: &#8220;I want to show off to people.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan: &#8220;?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan lowered his head, frowned for a moment, and said seriously, &#8220;No.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur: &#8220;Haha, I was joking.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He laughed dryly twice, but Yan Xueshan simply ignored him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan changed into dark green overalls, waterproof military boots, and hemp gloves.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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\u2019t help but look and say, \u201cIt&#8217;s the first day of class, so you probably won&#8217;t go to the fields.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan said, &#8220;That\u2019s convenient.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur froze, and asked, &#8220;Master, are you physically okay? Does it still hurt?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan: &#8220;It&#8217;s fine.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arthur was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Last night, he worked very hard and Yan Xueshan also seemed to be fine, except for his delicate mood.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was colder than usual.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was colder than usual.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bang.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The door closed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan walked away without looking back, not even saying goodbye to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yan Xueshan remembered what happened last night.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everything.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope1<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Yan Xueshan&#8217;s cheeks were flushed as he snorted coldly and replied disdainfully, &#8220;How could I get drunk on sweet wine?&#8221; The tone of his speech was sheepish and soft, making Arthur\u2019s bones almost crisp. 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