UCTOOT CH114

Sitting on the bed, Shi Shu still felt discomfort where he had been penetrated.

The darkness covered the blush on Shi Shu’s face.

After quieting down, the absurdity between the sheets became clearer.

Shi Shu rolled his eyes again, mumbling awkwardly: “So that’s it. People who have encountered the game were all dragged in? Is it a non-scientific reason? This game is truly ridiculous.”

No one knew whether this was a mutation of the game or a mutation of the world.

Xie Wuchi put down the lamp and sat closer: “Since it’s a parallel universe extended from a game, there must be an end and an outcome. We might as well wait and see together.”

“What will the outcome be?”

“No one knows.”

Silence. Having been here for so long, Shi Shu pondered, finally knowing a facet of this world. But this was no longer just a world, but living human beings.

Where is the future? Must we follow the system settings to achieve a perfect ending?

While Shi Shu was thinking, he was picked up by Xie Wuchi, face burning: “…I can walk by myself.”

Xie Wuchi: “I want to carry you.”

Shi Shu felt ashamed and tried to find something to do: “I’ll go check the fish in the water tank—”

Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be breath by his ear.

“I was worried you couldn’t take it the first time. Didn’t expect you to be quite healthy.”

Shi Shu’s back tingled. Late at night, silence outside the window.

No mosquito net, strong smell of mosquito-repelling wormwood, window not opened.

The bed was changed with clean bedding. In a flash of thought, Shi Shu was lying down, hugged into his arms.

Scorching summer.

Held in his arms, Shi Shu looked for a topic: “You discovered it as soon as you transmigrated?”

“Mm. As soon as I transmigrated, the first thing was to understand the national and provincial framework. It felt familiar at the time.”

“…” Hearing him say this, Shi Shu scratched his head. “I was herding cows and sheep at Zhou Family Village.”

Xie Wuchi kissed the tip of his nose: “I guessed this world wasn’t simple, so I adopted a hostile attitude towards other transmigrators.”

For example, Du Zihan, for example, that Zhang Tong. To this day, had to say, Xie Wuchi was right.

Hugging together was a bit stuffy. The clean clothes just put on were in the way, so they were simply taken off again. Shi Shu’s leg was lifted, placed horizontally on his waist.

This posture… The second Shi Shu looked up, Xie Wuchi’s voice was in his ear: “Red, tender, and wet.”

“………………”

Shi Shu’s vision went black, trembling all over: “You, you, you…”

Damn, really dare to say anything. Shi Shu’s face was completely red, equivocating, unable to speak. His jaw was lifted by Xie Wuchi, revealing the young man’s handsome, clean, yet untamed eyes.

Xie Wuchi half-lowered his eyes, breathing seemingly heavier. Shi Shu only froze for a moment. Warmth on his leg, then felt being propped open by a blade.

Meat pot holding hard pestle, watery, grinding.

“Xie Wuchi…” Shi Shu’s fingers clenched, turning away his crimson face, trembling all over, the shape of bones emerging on his fair back. This summer is too hot, but he was being held and kissed.

“Nothing will happen tonight. Accompany me to celebrate my birthday to the fullest.” Xie Wuchi’s voice was hoarse.

Outside the window was the silent chirping of cicadas. Wind blew through the bamboo forest, bringing muffled echoes. Two people on the bed, slender calves entangled, dispersing all the heat and love in their bodies.

Shi Shu raised his neck, pressed into the embrace by his large hand. The clean sheet crumpled again, grabbed by fingers rising and falling.

Deep inside was repeatedly thrust and ground, soft flesh sticky, stained with white fluid. Shi Shu’s snow-white knees pressed against the couch, jaw held by strong arms from behind, the hideous pestle stuck in the soft wet red flesh…

…

Broad daylight, a brand new day!

Shi Shu lay on the bed, looking at the spiderwebs on the roof beam, humming a little tune lightly.

Nothing to do today; sleep a bit longer.

Outside the window, rhythmic chopping sounds from the cutting board. Shi Shu lay until sleepiness was gone, scrambling to get up. Sure enough, sore all over, legs hard to support.

He walked forward with difficulty. Supporting himself on the door, he thought of those obscenities last night. Sometimes, be elegant when needed, be vulgar when needed.

“Does fucking you feel good?”

“Like it?”

“Hard or not? Big or not?”

Simply vulgar.

Shi Shu sweated a little on his forehead. Sunlight shone on his fresh, translucent face. Shi Shu played dead as soon as day came, pretending nothing happened, standing at the door.

Xie Wuchi was cooking under the shed, a book beside him, stewing soup while studying the map.

Shi Shu looked at him, only feeling the breeze was just right.

Thinking of his nobility and arrogance in modern times: “Young Master Bro.”

Young Master Xie looked up. Shi Shu saw a cushion on the chair, thinking Xie Wuchi, you’re quite smart, sat down and picked up a fan to wave: “What are you cooking?”

“Redoing the dishes you made last night, letting you taste the correct flavor.”

“…No.”

Shi Shu: “Whatever you like. I’m resting today.”

Shi Shu sunned his snow-white paws in the sunlight. Beside him was the noise of Xie Wuchi cooking. Xin Bin came once midway to convey news from the city.

“My Lord, there is unrest in the city now. Our people heard that those small tribal lords who lost the battle are suspicious and very dissatisfied with the status quo. First, dissatisfied with no money; second, lost the battle and consumed population and horses; third, don’t know what to do next. Continuing like this, King Zhouchi can’t withstand the pressure. Fanning the flames again, maybe we can achieve our goal.”

Xie Wuchi nodded: “Let those bards spread rumors that other tribes want to unite to seize power, let King Zhouchi know.”

Xin Bin looked admiring, said: “Yes.” Then left.

Shi Shu couldn’t help asking: “Is this useful?”

“King Zhouchi lost the battle; internal contradictions exploded. At such times, people’s hearts are most easily shaken. He won’t let his power be seized by others.”

Shi Shu fanned himself: “But they will definitely defect to Great Jing? Don’t they have the consciousness of being for the Min State?”

“Generally speaking, loving this land also requires education to achieve. Many Min soldiers come out to fight, perhaps because the Ice Age arrived, grasslands degraded, or grasslands were snatched, cattle and sheep had no grass to eat, they couldn’t make a living, so they were summoned to join the army, risking their lives for more survival resources.

“For example, military pay, a mouthful of rice, or more horses to help them build bigger houses, take money to build their own small homes for wives and children to use. They don’t have the consciousness of fighting for the tribe or even for the dynasty.

“Maybe there exists an emotion of interdependence for the tribe, but for the tribal confederation, the Min Dynasty, it’s too distant and lacks trust. As long as they can be rich, the tribe can prosper, they can accept benefits from other forces.”

Xie Wuchi looked up at him: “For example, tell them the Min Dynasty conscripted them not to give them benefits, but to squeeze their value. They will be angry and hate this dynasty.”

Shi Shu understood: “So that’s it.”

Xie Wuchi put the cut chicken into the soup pot, preparing to stew soup, fingers long and slender: “People live for themselves. To survive, people can do a series of incomprehensible behaviors.”

Shi Shu nodded: “I understand.”

“King Zhouchi must quell domestic dissatisfaction and anger. At the same time, he is also in dissatisfaction and anger. In this situation, one is to send troops again to shift the contradiction, but he will still lose, and he himself is friendlier to Great Jing; two is to cooperate with us. I promised him more grasslands and mountains. He will consider it well.”

Sunlight shone in his eyes.

Shi Shu said: “This is truly kicking him while he’s down.”

Xie Wuchi: “Using benefits to make them submit is better than slaughtering all the way, provoking their desperate resistance and expanding casualties.”

Shi Shu grinned.

Xie Wuchi: “However, when you go to meet as a sign of sincerity, we still have to be careful.”

A faint fragrance rose from the pot. Shi Shu picked up the cushion, got up and walked to his side: “Got it, will be careful—”

Shi Shu sat on the small stool, admiring Xie Wuchi cooking up close. Clear water in the wooden basin, swaying. Xie Wuchi washed a mountain plum casually and brought it to Shi Shu.

Shi Shu took a bite; “Crunchy.”

Xie Wuchi stroked the corner of his lip: “Delicious?”

Shi Shu: “Delicious.”

“Mine is delicious, or it is delicious?”

“…………”

Shi Shu’s vision went black. “Bro, can you not be so sudden, and compete in masculinity with everything in the world?”

“Asking you.” Xie Wuchi raised his tone at the end.

Shi Shu’s face got redder and redder.

A moment later, bristling and unable to bear it: “You are delicious. Okay now!”

“Shy talking about this topic?” Xie Wuchi threw away the pit casually. “I thought this was just ordinary flirtatious dialogue between lovers.”

Shi Shu: “Bro, you and I are not from the same country. We don’t flirt like this here.”

Xie Wuchi interrupted him: “I am from the same country as you. Besides, who have you flirted with? How do you know how others talk?”

Shi Shu: “No.”

While Shi Shu was speaking, Xie Wuchi turned around, shadow falling on the firewood, pinching his jaw: “How delicious is mine?”

Shi Shu looked away: “…You’re crazy.”

“I just want to know if you were uncomfortable at that time. Different from last night. Those few times, only if you also loved me would you feel comfortable. After all, you are a boy, never had fantasies about men before, probably wouldn’t feel anything wonderful about holding the other party in your mouth.”

Shi Shu: “…………”

Shi Shu felt that dating Xie Wuchi was so fresh.

“Shi Shu.” Xie Wuchi called him.

In the silence, Shi Shu surrendered: “I liked it very much, okay.”

“Very good.”

Xie Wuchi stroked his jaw again: “Later, I want to taste yours.”

“…” Shi Shu stood up, shaking these early morning dialogues out of his ears. Although his waist was very uncomfortable, he had the persistence of an eighty-year-old man jungling while sick, looking at the green leaves and small green cucumbers on the vine trellis.

Xie Wuchi was this kind of person. No way out; who asked him to date him.

Shi Shu sunbathed, and his anger dissipated after a while. Didn’t know how long to wait for news from King Zhouchi. Time in the mountains was very slow.

Probably had to stay with Xie Wuchi for a good few days.

Shi Shu reached out, caught a white butterfly, then released it, returning to Xie Wuchi’s side.

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