The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 160: A Pattern

Chapter 160: A Pattern

As Xuan Yang observed Xu Feng, his heart felt a familiar tug. The pouting ger, delicate in his own way, sat across from him in the pavilion, his silver hair catching the light in a delicate sheen that shimmered in the dusk’s embrace. Every strand seemed to hold a story.

Xu Feng, while towering above the average ger and the average man, still held an air of androgynous beauty that defied conventional norms. His dark eyes revealing an unknown world and life behind their depths, full of confidence tangled with a soft magnetism.

Looking to his right, close enough to touch, Xuan Jian grinned at the ger across from them. Jian was a blunt contrast to Xu Feng’s appearance.

Though only slightly shorter than himself (Xuan Yang), Jian radiated a manly charm, his athletic frame defined against the delicately decorated backdrop. Chestnut brown hair framed a well defined face marked by firm eyes, an obvious disparity to Xu Feng’s more tactful gazes.

Xuan Yang’s own gaze shifted between the two, comparing his almost decade long connection with Xuan Jian against the newer, yet fascinating bond with Xu Feng.

Each held distinct qualities, each held a different place in his heart, and in that moment, their differences were as vivid as the silver moons against the backdrop of the twilight sky.

The conflicting and complementary natures of his two lovers weighed on Xuan Yang’s mind. Jian, a familiar presence in his life since they were eleven, exuded a caring and protective aura, shielding Xuan Yang from harm within the Xuan household and beyond.

In comparison, Xu Feng, a recent addition to his life, came into the picture just five months ago, and their "marriage" spanned three of those months. The ger was caring (strange) and loving (when he wanted to be), always protective when it came to outsiders (he didn’t mind being the abuser though).

Both were caring in their own rights, a striking similarity despite their differences. Xuan Yang found himself contemplating the pattern within his relationships.

It seemed that Xuan Yang had a weakness for partners with a certain intensity, maybe a tendency toward the dominant, even if it varied in expression...he was attracted to domineering partners?

Jian, after eight years, had seemingly mellowed, but their origin story remained unchanged. Their relationship dynamic held firm, his almost tyrannical attitude, especially in their private moments, was set in stone.

Only with Xu Feng did Jian show a side that was pampering and indulgent.

Xu Feng was a tyrant, and Jian’s pampering didn’t help at all. Xuan Yang found joy in pampering Xu Feng too, while also enjoying teasing him, a playful tit for tat between them, a complicated dance of affection.

Patterns existed, but they were intricate, woven into the complexities of their relationships.

In this serene evening, spending time with both his lover, Jian, and his wife, Xu Feng, in the peaceful Nanshan Mountain scape, Xuan Yang couldn’t contain his smile. He cherished these moments and hoped for more like them.

"I know I’m a sight to behold," Xu Feng began confidently, but with each word, his composure waned, replaced by a visible blush of embarrassment. Xuan Yang found it lovable, a blend of confidence and vulnerability in the tiny tyrant. "But..."

"But what?" Xuan Yang interrupted, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Am I forbidden to admire my wife? Said wife didn’t protest when I admired him with more than just my eyes only a few hours earlier."

With only a few words and at the look on Xu Feng’s face, Xuan Yang felt the blood rush below his belt. His endurance seemed to have grown in the last few weeks. His blood must have been nourished in this mountain estate.

The blush that painted Xu Feng’s cheeks was a sight to behold. Despite his ability to talk up a storm, his weakness was evident, the transparent veil of composure revealed a softer core beneath the sometimes sharp words.

Before Xuan Yang could savor the moment, he felt a sharp pinch on his side, causing him to grimace in discomfort. "Ah!" He exclaimed, his gaze shifting to the frowning Jian.

"You only help Xu Feng, when I..."

"You’re his elder. Xu Feng might act a bit pampered as he should, he is the little bride and we’re celebrating him tonight. Tonight is meant to be all about celebrating Feng Feng."

"We celebrate him every night."

"No, it’s Feng Feng celebrating us every night. He cooks and..."

"I never asked him to cook for me."

"True," Xu Feng finally chimed in to the two men’s not so private conversation about himself, "But you always enjoy devouring what I cook, dear young master of the esteemed noble Xuan house. Only hours ago, you were the one who initiated...jumped my bones... well, and now you’re teasing ME about it."

Xuan Yang couldn’t help but chuckle, matching the squinted eyed laughter coming from Xu Feng. They both had poisonous tongues. When in public they were usually silent until poked, but in private they enjoyed going off on each other.

No provocation needed.

The pavilion echoed with the delicate laughter that often accompanied their conversations, the flickering lanterns casting playful shadows against the ornamental decor. Each shadow danced in the evening breeze, a display against the canvas of the evening sky.

Xuan Yang glanced back at Xu Feng, noticing how the earlier flush of embarrassment had transformed into a shy smile. The silver strands of hair glinted softly, illuminated by the lanterns’ gentle glow, adding a mysterious allure to Xu Feng’s already mysterious aura.

"You two are just a pair of spoilt young master and young mistress," Xuan Jian observed, shaking his head in mock exasperation. Was he attracted to lovers with a poisonous edge, or was it the intelligent ones with poisonous tongues that piqued his interest?

Xu Feng wanted to retort, but he found himself pouting his lips, as Xuan Yang thought of a come back for Jian.

Tired of the charade of jealousy, Xu Feng finally dropped his act. "Fine, I’m not playing anymore." Xuan Yang didn’t even know if the ger was capable of feeling jealousy.

There were moments, especially at the beginning of their time at the Nanshan estate, when Xuan Yang felt pangs of envy, but Xu Feng always met him and Xuan Jian with a smile or playful jokes, diffusing any trace of hostility.

He didn’t want these days to end, even their fights were fun.