The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 199: Farting Beauty, It Was An Accident

Chapter 199: Farting Beauty, It Was An Accident

There was no sound of birds singing in the background or the movement of feet in the distance. No two laughing girls, one being nagged and one doing the nagging all while "trying" to be quiet.

There was no one poking around in the bath, no sound of water being filled in the ancient bath...so it must be really early, not late enough for three faceless people to begin scurrying around his courtyard.

Yet, there was no arm around his waist. Not one that was strong but gentle, occasionally rubbing at his skin with calloused fingers—trying to soothe what they all knew would be a sore waist before they woke up for the day. They knew they had done too much the night before, and were in for many glares during the daytime.

And yet, there was still no arm around his waist. Not one that was strong but always cool and soft, like a baby’s bottom. Much softer than his own. This hand would stroke at his body on a warm day, share the coolness of their skin—because they knew we get hot easily, and cranky when hot.

Recently—since when?—there was always a hand over his waist, or body temperature next to his own. He always felt beyond secure in the other man’s—men’s(?) hands.

At first, the warmth would be there weekly like a ritual between him and the owner(s) of the hand(s). Like clockwork, the night when a hand would find its way to his waist only happened around once a week, but it was something he looked forward to.

He would never admit it though.

Not verbally, but this was the night he would sleep peacefully. No tossing and turning, no nightmares of his parents or of Zeng...Zeng?

Recently, something happened. Something that should have made these nights disappear. A fight—one sided or mutual. Something like that.

There should be no more arms around his waist, but that wasn’t the case. Since this fight, both arms, and both body heats would not be in his bed when he went to sleep, only on that designated day, but every night when he was deep asleep, he would feel both heats in his bed.

If he opened his eyes, he would catch one or both snakes just beyond his face.

This wasn’t part of the agreement.

But since their last fight, they would never let him sleep alone. During the day, it was a bit of a cold war...well he was having a one-sided cold war. But at night, they wouldn’t let him sleep angry and alone.

Maybe it was something they did with each other? Whatever the case, it made him feel safe. Safer. Safest, knowing they were just beyond his fingertips.

It made it easier for him to forgive them. Why? Because he knew deep down, they cared in their own ways. Even if they also cared for a baby. Maybe they even cared for the baby more, but babies should be cared for, shouldn’t they?

Also, he wanted to see what their baby would look like. Would it be a cooler beauty like the snake, or a heartthrob with unmistakable alluring features like the iceberg? Would it be a quiet child, or a mischievous ruffian?

With that, two faces looked up at him and smiled before drifting away. Their features were gone in a minute, nothing remaining in his memory. And with that he was alone again.

But he didn’t want to be alone. Not ever again.

He wanted to have them forever.

They could raise the children together, and he would cook, not clean. He would grow food and flowers. The child would play in the garden. Their days would be slow but rewarding.

And, every night, he would have a hand or two around his waist.

And every few nights, he would feel their warmth inside his body. So warm, not warm. So hot. There were two, but both felt like home inside his body, like he was their perfect resting place...

With that, his body heated up, and a flush grew all over his body.

He had one too many wet dreams recently, whenever there was no arm on his waist, he would have vivid wet dreams. He was at that age, but it was still embarrassing.

But today, there was no one around. No body heat to match with his own, and he wasn’t trapped in any wet dreams that would leave him wet and dripping.

He wouldn’t need to change the bedding in shame because of his hungry body. No fluids would soak the bed, either from his front or his back. No scents of desire would remain as a beacon in the day.

It had already been nearly two weeks since he’d had free space like this. There was always an arm recently, so no wet dreams, only deep and peaceful sleeps. Maybe one too many sore waists, but he was satisfied and full.

Now that he was alone, and not plagued with wet dreams, what did he want to do?

"Pffft." The silent stream was too loud in the deafening silence.

At that moment, Xu Feng’s eyes shot open. And a moment later, his face was completely red. It had been a while since he was as red as a fire truck.

The fart, the thirsty dreams, the baby fever. What kind of evil trifecta did his brain come up with?

He should be worried about demon boars chasing hi...

’Boars?’

The eyes that had shut as quickly as they opened, full of shame, twitched slightly.

"I don’t think I’m dead..." Xu Feng whispered to no one in particular. He knew fully well Bai Mo wasn’t here. They ran in different directions. He was the bait.

The bait was very gassy.

Maybe he was eating too many vegetables. Was that even a possibility?

Finally, Xu Feng gathered his courage. He opened his eyes once again, this time taking in the space around him.

No boars.

No Bai Mo.

No Erlang...No Xu Hu Zhe.

No Xu Si. No Xu San.

No Xuan Yang. No Xuan Jian.

No Xu Zeng either...