You Are Deep in The Stars

“A very powerful researcher of supernatural powers.” Bai Xi paused thoughtfully and guessed, “Could it be Liang Yi?” Linda had revealed his age, marital status, and outstanding research results, and judging from the degree of obsession with alien creatures, the man seemed very similar to the well-known dean, Niu Daxiang (Liang Yi), with dual identities.

“I used to think so too,” Han Zhuo nodded. “But there’s one thing that doesn’t add up. Linda claimed to have lived in the northwest since she was a child. She didn’t drop out of school and leave home until she was sixteen, but Liang Yi has always been here.”

“But it’s also possible that she’s lying. She’s a very cunning little girl,” Han Zhuo added. “She never completely trusts anyone, including me. Daisy said her character is like a fox.”

“If it wasn’t Liang Yi, then there are really too many powerful characters hidden in this world that we don’t know about.” Bai Xi sat on a chair by the street and asked again after a while, “So do you want to find him? He should be a great helper.”

“Of course, it would be best if he’s willing to take the initiative,” Han Zhuo said, buying a can of hot matcha from the vending machine. “But if the other party isn’t willing, then it doesn’t matter if he wants to hide behind the scenes, as long as he doesn’t cause trouble.”

In fact, he had another reason for wanting to find Linda’s “father.” It was almost impossible to restore a severely deformed baby with special powers or turn an ordinary baby into a superpower. Therefore, Han Zhuo always had a vague feeling that Linda’s “father” was the same man that tampering Bai Xi’s blood. There should be some special connection between the two people, and they might even be the same person.

Of course, this speculation was actually groundless, so he didn’t tell Bai Xi for the time being.

“Let’s go somewhere together tomorrow,” Han Zhuo suddenly said.

“Where?” Bai Xi was curious.

Mr. Han smiled, squatted down, and held his hand. “You’ll know when you go.”

As he said these words, some snowflakes happened to fall from the sky. After being illuminated by the streetlamp, they turned golden and fell gently on the ends of his hair. The picture was like the freshest illustration in a picture book, about a knight and his little prince.

Then Bai Xi’s heart trembled. Two people were passionately in love, and Mr. Han was suddenly so affectionate. Bai Xi, of course, had imagined a very grand date—whether it was a high-end Western restaurant, a delicious roadside stall, an amusement park, a bookstore, or going to a museum, watching a movie, or a play—whatever it was, it sounded very exciting when he thought about it.

“What are you laughing at?” Han Zhuo asked.

“It’s nothing,” Bai Xi said, holding his hand. “Let’s go home.”

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Han Zhuo wrapped his coat tightly around the person in his arms and hurriedly took a taxi from the roadside. The driver also understood the situation quite well. After seeing the hands held by the two of them in the rearview mirror, he played a soft piano serenade while driving, filling the car with the romantic tone of love.

Xiao Bai was always satisfied with this arrangement. When he got off the taxi, he took out a big pink bill from his wallet and tipped happily. At the same time, he didn’t hide his good mood. As soon as he entered the door, he put his arms around Mr. Han’s neck and gave him a lingering kiss, like a domineering president.

While responding to him, Han Zhuo dropped his coat on the ground, picked him up by the waist, and pressed him heavily onto the large sofa in the living room. The fiery kiss seemed particularly alluring on that cold winter night. Bai Xi grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. His breathing was hot and rapid, and his eyes were misty—just like Mr. Han’s. The demon’s peach blossom eyes were completely different; they were straightforward, affectionate, and unabashed, with their lust seeming exceptionally pure and alluring.

“What’s wrong?” Han Zhuo rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand and chuckled, “I’m a little uncomfortable with you being so enthusiastic all of a sudden.”

Bai Xi replied confidently, “In a good mood.” He was indeed in a good mood. After all, both of them had been very busy recently. Although they were together 24 hours a day, it was completely different from a formal and dedicated date. At the same time, he was also very happy that Mr. Han could still remember this.

“Then I hope you can be in a good mood every day,” Han Zhuo joked, kissing his bare neck again.

“Want a drink?” Bai Xi invited.

“No.” Han Zhuo pulled him to sit up. “It’s past midnight now; you’re not allowed to drink anything.”

This was a completely emotionless answer, so Mr. Han was really like an elderly person in some aspects—including liking to grow flowers and grass, reading newspapers, not eating after midnight, and going to bed early and getting up early. Goji berries were also included in tea.

But all of the above problems could be ignored under Xiao Bai’s thick love filter, including the fact that after the passionate kiss just ended, he was immediately sent to the bathroom to take a bath alone, which seemed to be cold and cruel treatment.