Chapter 89#
Fu Yucheng stared blankly at him, beginning to understand.
Bai Mo seemed afraid to make eye contact, shiftily pulling at his hood, his voice becoming very small: “Is it, is it not good-looking? I came too hurriedly this time and forgot to dye it…”
Looking at his nervous state, a surge of indescribable heartache and guilt welled up in Fu Yucheng’s chest, as if someone had lightly pinched the tip of his heart, both sour and painful.
It was all his fault.
He closed his eyes, reached out to pull the youth close, and gently pulled down the hood, revealing the head of silver hair.
Bai Mo struggled slightly, but ultimately didn’t dare to resist, helplessly lowering his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly as if waiting for the sentence of fate.
Under the soft, cold starlight, the youth’s silver-gray hair took on a cool luster, appearing almost surreal.
As he used to, Fu Yucheng rubbed the thick silver hair, his long fingers threading gently through the strands: “Xiao Mo looks good like this too.”
Bai Mo blanked, then hesitantly raised his eyes, seemingly still a bit disbelieving: “Really?”
Fu Yucheng couldn’t help but laugh: “Of course it’s true. When have I ever lied…”
Bai Mo stared at him.
Fu Yucheng paused awkwardly, then as if to make up for it, lightly pressed his lips against the other’s silver hairline: “This time it’s true, it really looks good… No matter what Xiao Mo becomes, in my heart, you are always the best-looking.”
Fu Yucheng rarely said such things, and Bai Mo was completely dazed, as if in a dream, allowing the other to lightly peck at his hairline and the side of his face.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally reacted and, almost unable to restrain himself, hugged the other fiercely!
This long-awaited embrace was so forceful, as if the youth wanted to embed the person in his arms deep into his own blood and soul… He held the other tightly, his voice trembling violently: “Yu-ge, Yu-ge…”
Fu Yucheng was actually being squeezed a bit painfully, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he comfortingly stroked the other’s nape and back, his heart overflowing with tenderness.
After they had hugged tightly for a long while, Fu Yucheng suddenly spoke: “Xiao Mo, that question you asked before, I can answer it now.”
“I like you,” he said word by word.
Bai Mo’s body gave a violent jolt.
After a long time, he finally spoke hesitantly, his voice hoarse beyond measure: “…What did you say? You, say it again.”
Fu Yucheng laughed: “What, are you afraid I’ll go back on my word? Don’t worry, although I’m not exactly a qualified lover, now that I’ve figured it out, I can say those words to you as many times as you want—a thousand times, or ten thousand times.”
He intentionally leaned in close to the youth’s ear and whispered hoarsely: “I like you. I like your skin, like cold and smooth silk, it feels special to touch… I like your eyelashes, how they tremble so much when you’re shy, like a butterfly’s fluttering wings… I like your fingers, long and powerful, suitable for holding weapons, and also suitable for… I also like how you look when you’re moved by me, sweat dripping down one by one, so sexy…”
Bai Mo could endure no longer. With a flip, he imprisoned the other firmly between his arms, his pale face flushed deep pink: “You, you…”
Seeing his shy and excited appearance, Fu Yucheng couldn’t help but feel like teasing him, intentionally lowering his voice: “I also like this bashful look of yours, more like a young maiden than a young maiden, especially fun to bully… like this.”
He raised his head and blew a light breath against the other’s pale ear.
Bai Mo jerked violently, his face turning beet red: “Yu-ge, don’t…”
Fu Yucheng laughed softly: “How about it, satisfied? Do you want me to continue? En?”
Bai Mo looked down at him, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly. After a long, long time, he said softly: “Yu-ge, I’m so happy.”
Fu Yucheng raised his hand and rubbed the soft, thick silver hair, whispering: “Me too.”
Bai Mo looked at him, then suddenly lowered his head and buried it in the other’s warm neck.
After a moment, Fu Yucheng felt a cool dampness spreading in his neck.
Normally, he might have mocked the other for being a “crybaby” or something, but at this moment, on this distant alien planet, on this crude single bed in a rock bun, he only comfortingly held the youth tighter.
Bai Mo lay on him for a while, then slightly turned his head to lightly peck at the other’s ear, then slowly kissed all the way down.
“En…” Fu Yucheng closed his eyes tight, biting his lower lip hard, his long fingers clutching the other’s hair, his entire being tensed… After an unknown amount of time, Bai Mo finally raised his head, his silver-gray hair a mess, taking on a strange glow in the dim starlight.
“Xiao Mo, you,” Fu Yucheng simply didn’t know what to say and could only let out a sigh.
Bai Mo’s eyes were even moist as he looked at Fu Yucheng pleadingly: “Yu-ge, I want to… can I?”
Fu Yucheng took a breath, his mind still a bit dazed. This was someone else’s place… Even if the rock bun walls were thick and soundproof, he still felt it was too much.
But looking into Bai Mo’s dark eyes, he truly couldn’t refuse. He could only self-deceivingly cover his eyes with his arm and say hoarsely: “There’s moisturizer by the bed.”
…
Starlight poured in through the narrow window. Fu Yucheng’s cheek was pressed against the pillow, his gaze lost on the square of light on the floor by the bed, his eyes somewhat dilated. His whole being was like a leaf in a storm, barely enduring the baptism of wind and rain… The other’s burning love and desire almost submerged him like a tidal wave…
In his muddle, he felt a bit of regret; messing around like this, how could he go to work at the Rock Fortress tomorrow? But soon, he didn’t even have room for that thought. Bai Mo seemed to notice his mind wandering and, highly dissatisfied, yanked him back forcefully… After a long, long time, the youth finally slumped onto his back in satiation, lightly pecking at his nape, murmuring unreserved expressions of love: “I like you… love you…”
By this time, it was already getting light. Fu Yucheng was exhausted and managed to doze for two hours.
“Beep-beep-beep…” The alarm clock’s piercing noise suddenly rang, and Fu Yucheng opened his eyes in a muddle.
Bai Mo reached out and turned off the alarm, then leaned down to kiss his forehead: “If you’re uncomfortable, sleep a bit longer. I just wiped you down with a hot towel.”
Fu Yucheng became a bit more awake. Recalling some of last night’s events, he couldn’t help but get annoyed: “Uncomfortable? Then when I told you to stop, why did you…”
Bai Mo looked at him, his expression actually appearing somewhat aggrieved: “Y-You were like that, how could I stop… you can’t blame me.”
Fu Yucheng glared at him for a long while, and finally could only push him away crossly, enduring the indescribable soreness as he got up to dress himself. Although his whole body felt uncomfortable, he wasn’t sticky, though his two legs wouldn’t obey him for the time being, trembling slightly.
Once he had managed to get himself ready, Bai Mo also put on his mask and cloak.
During breakfast, he didn’t know if it was psychological, but Fu Yucheng always felt Ning Yue’s gaze on him was very strange. Logically speaking, the rock bun walls were very thick and the soundproofing was excellent, plus he had endured without making a sound… Forget it, he was too embarrassed to think further.
The three of them, in an awkward state, each held a stainless steel bowl and slowly drank their gruel.
Fu Yucheng put down his bowl, let out a light cough, and was about to say something when Bai Mo leaned in, his finger lightly rubbing the corner of his mouth: “You got some on you.”
Before Fu Yucheng could push him away, the youth had already withdrawn his hand and lowered his head to suck that finger. Fu Yucheng’s face burned hot, naturally understanding his intent. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly: This kid really has learned bad things!
Ning Yue’s eyes widened: “You two, you…”
Fu Yucheng truly didn’t know how to explain their complex relationship and could only say: “Xiao Yue, the two of us have actually known each other for a long time. He came here this time specifically to find me…”
Ning Yue stared at him blankly.
Fu Yucheng hardened his heart and said: “Xiao Yue, you asked me last time if I only like girls. I… I don’t know if I like girls or men; I only know that I like him… Xiao Yue, you’re a good kid, don’t waste your time on me. You’re still so young… you’ll meet someone better in the future.”
Ning Yue stood up abruptly and said hoarsely: “Stop it… stop it. I’m begging you, stop it.”
He slowly backed away a few steps, grabbed his broken guitar from the wall, and then, almost as if fleeing, hurriedly left the rock bun.
Bai Mo let out a cold snort: “I knew this kid must have designs on you.”
Regarding Ning Yue, although Fu Yucheng felt very helpless, he also felt some guilt. He let out an involuntary sigh: “Probably because I saved him in the bar, and he’s an orphan, so he developed some dependency on me… I was too busy and didn’t notice anything before, sigh.”
Bai Mo was expressionless, completely unwilling to hear about Ning Yue.
He endured for a while, then suddenly pulled an object from his cloak and changed the subject: “Yu-ge, look what I brought you?”
Fu Yucheng’s eyes brightened slightly: “You brought my blade?”
He joyfully took the “Silent Blue Moon” from Bai Mo’s hand, pulled it out with a “shing,” and affectionately stroked the blue blade: “Sigh, I’m really not used to being without it.”
After fiddling with the scimitar for a while, Fu Yucheng narrowed his eyes and began to ponder.
After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke slowly: “Xiao Mo, although I can’t tell you everything yet, I came to Titan to retrieve an item—the legendary ‘Grim Reaper’s Wings.’ I just thought of a method, but I need your help.”
Bai Mo nodded without hesitation: “Just say the word.”
…
Bai Mo stared at the half-person-high wooden bucket before him, somewhat hesitant: “You want me to crawl inside? Inside this… bucket?”
Knowing he was fastidious about cleanliness, Fu Yucheng comforted him: “This bucket is new, never been used. I picked it specifically for you. You crawl in, I’ll push you into the fortress, and absolutely no one will find out.”
Bai Mo said awkwardly: “But this is a, it’s a… dung bucket. If you want that ‘Grim Reaper’s Wings’ on the Fortress Top, I’ll just snatch it for you directly, okay?”
He kept stalling, unwilling to crawl in. Fu Yucheng couldn’t help but get annoyed: “Snatch? Then why didn’t I snatch it myself instead of staying in this hellhole for so long?”
Bai Mo muttered: “You said you wanted to be low-profile.”
He hesitated for a long while longer before reluctantly crawling into the bucket.
“Crouch down lower!” Fu Yucheng said cold-heartedly.
Bai Mo curled his body up aggrievedly: “Is this okay?”
With a “Bang!”, Fu Yucheng unceremoniously slammed the bucket lid shut and then surrounded Bai Mo with several other dung buckets.
Fu Yucheng pushed the dung cart into the Rock Fortress without any hindrance.
He was a familiar face, and the dung cart was truly too smelly, so naturally no one questioned him. They all covered their noses and waved him through.
Upon reaching the beast pens, Fu Yucheng looked around before carefully opening the lid: “Xiao Mo, we’re here. Come out.”
Bai Mo scrambled out and scanned the surroundings: “What’s next?”
Fu Yucheng took out the “Silent Blue Moon” from behind his waist and stuffed it into Bai Mo’s hand: “We’ll split up. When it’s noon, I’ll go deliver food to the Fortress Top. You take the Silent Blue Moon, knock out any guard, put on his armor, and wander around near the four inner gates of the Rock Fortress. Remember, be quick and don’t get caught.”
Bai Mo blinked: “Why this arrangement?”
Fu Yucheng explained: “Silent Blue Moon, like Grim Reaper’s Wings, is made of pure blue gold. If you wander near the inner gates with Silent Blue Moon, the sensors at the gates will trigger an alarm. And everyone will think—Grim Reaper’s Wings has been stolen.”
Bai Mo seemed to understand: “The guards at the Fortress Top will also receive the news and will surely fall into chaos.”
Fu Yucheng nodded: “Exactly. As soon as they lose their cool, I’ll have the chance to slip in and steal the Grim Reaper’s Wings.”
Bai Mo frowned: “That’s so much trouble… In my opinion, we should just break onto the Fortress Top and take the thing.”
Fu Yucheng said helplessly: “If the two of us just break onto the Fortress Top and take the Grim Reaper’s Wings, we’ll in all likelihood be recognized. At that time, it would be equivalent to Dyson Cloud and Titan openly turning against each other; things would get very messy…”
He paused and continued: “But by using a diversion and quietly stealing the Grim Reaper’s Wings, they won’t know who did it. Perhaps after the Lord calms down, he’ll guess that the lure triggering the alarm was Silent Blue Moon, but if he’s smart enough, he’ll pretend not to know I did it. We’ll have a tacit understanding.”
Bai Mo blinked: “Why would he pretend not to know?”
“Dyson Cloud is strong, Titan is weak. If things are out in the open, the Lord would be forced to stand his ground for the sake of face… but if most people don’t know what’s going on, his best way of handling it is to pretend he doesn’t know.” Fu Yucheng glanced at Bai Mo, “Xiao Mo, you also said you governed the Central Empire well… In my view, the cabinet helped you quite a bit, right? You only responsible for high-pressure rule through force, correct?”
Bai Mo looked a bit embarrassed: “How did you know?”
Fu Yucheng shook his head helplessly: “Xiao Mo, although you’re a Super-S class controller, in terms of schemes and methods, you’re still far from it… Like this, you’d be eaten by those high nobles until not even your bone fragments are left.”
“I don’t care about them… if those nobles have problems, I’ll just kill them.” Bai Mo looked at him quietly, “As long as I have you, I’m not afraid of anything.”
Fu Yucheng was both amused and exasperated: “Forget it, I’ll teach you slowly in the future.”
The two of them planned for a while, and before they knew it, it was already noon.