The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 233: Here Comes the Boy Band

Chapter 233: Here Comes the Boy Band

In the land of Donghua, where tall men were a more common sight in the North, there existed a special breed, known as "Daddy Long Legs."

Well, there NOW existed a special breed of men known as Daddy Long Legs, as Xu Feng had just coined the phrase.

Well, there were two Daddy Long Legs—if his husbands continued to improve in bed he was bound to call one or both of them Daddy at some point. It didn’t really matter if they understood the reference.

Xu Hu Zhe could be a ’Baby Long Leg...

Xu Hu Zhe flinched a little as though he could feel someone thinking about him in a strange way, almost taking away from his posture, but not quite.

These were men of extraordinary height—putting Xu Feng’s ’tall and manly frame’ to shame, towering above their peers like ancient trees reaching for the sky.

The term was fitting, for much like the spiders of legend, these men possessed an otherworldly presence, an aura that demanded attention and respect.

As the three "Daddy Long Legs" strode forward, their imposing figures cast long shadows on the cobbled streets of Yilin Town. Each of them was a distinct masterpiece, a study in contrasts.

Xuan Yang, with his glossy raven hair, exuded an air of mysterious allure. His hair, as dark as the night itself, seemed to beckon those who dared to gaze into its depths.

His slender frame and moody temperament only added to the air of mystery that surrounded him. Like a scholar lost in the pages of an ancient text, he possessed an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

Xuan Jian, on the other hand, was a man of few words, his silence belying his warmth and kindness. His long brown hair, tied back neatly, framed a face that exuded reliability and care but now was full of icy potential.

His steely grey eyes held a depth that spoke of a well of emotions beneath the surface. He was the embodiment of strength and stability, a pillar of support for those fortunate enough to know him and a figure that could inspire fear in the rest.

Erlang, the youngest of the trio, was a study in transformation. His once dull hair had been reborn into a lustrous shade of midnight blue, its glossy sheen rivaled only by Xuan Yang’s. His skin plumped up with health and youth, his lips a bright red hue like ripe berries.

His eyes, an eerie blend of brown and blue, held a piercing quality that captivated those who dared to meet his gaze. Despite his lanky frame, there was an underlying strength that hinted at his potential for growth.

Together, they were a formidable trio, each with their own unique qualities and quirks. As they moved forward, the stage was set for a confrontation that promised to be as captivating as it was intense.

Xu Feng was captivated.

Yup.

Captivated.

His moods swinging like a swing. From happy, to annoyed, to vengeful, to enthralled, switching like he was a cartoon character.

Xu Feng’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t help but wonder how each of the three men would react in the face of the unfolding situation. As the trio approached the group of pampered gers, their expressions told a tale of mixed emotions, each wearing a different mask.

Xu Hu Zhe, with his lustrous midnight blue hair and mesmerizing eyes, bore an air of calm curiosity. His lips curled into a faint smile, reflecting his intrigue at the upcoming spectacle. He was known for his composed demeanor, and his response would likely be calculated and precise.

Xuan Jian, the man of few words with steely grey eyes, carried an aura of restrained kindness. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, revealing a hint of something in light of the unfolding situation.

He was the voice of reason among the trio, and his response would likely be measured and thoughtful...maybe, honestly he was more two faced than Xu Feng was willing to admit...

Xuan Yang, the attractive scholar and legitimate young master, with glossy raven hair, seemed to revel in the chaos. His dark eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and a mischievous grin played at the corners of his lips. He was the wildcard, unpredictable and prone to sudden bursts of action.

As the three men converged on the pampered gers, the stage was set for an interesting confrontation. Xu Feng couldn’t help but watch with anticipation, eager to see how the drama would unfold.

Yet...

"Hmm," Even though he wanted to know, Xu Feng didn’t like the idea of his people being sullied in any way. He could take the blame.

He could be the country ger with no upbringing and a crude behavior in front of the elders of the Xuan family. To other nobles and well to do gers, hell, even the average joe, he could turning into the pampered ger with no restraint or a crazy maniac ready to put anyone in their place.

Xu Feng was hardly concerned about his reputation at this point. He had been in this new world for 5 months, and already he was being hated by so many people. His talent for pulling aggro was developing steadily.

He didn’t seem to have the fate of remaining a pure and delicate ger, even if it was at face value. Poor Lady Xuan. He had intended to show a good face for her and the Xuan family, but...

The three gers looked over at the advancing men, with ranges of expressions plastered across their faces...

The three pampered gers watched as the approaching men drew nearer, their expressions shifting in a display of infatuation--one flushing so red he looked like a cooked shrimp with his mouth hung wide open, one smiling shyly, and the last smiling brightly despite the flush on his face.

As Xu Feng observed the pampered gers’ infatuated expressions, a surge of frustration welled up within him. It was clear that these gers were not only disrespectful but also had no regard for his companions.

Insulting him with one face, and preparing to flirt with HIS MEN! With a determined stride, Xu Feng moved forward, determined to put a stop to this nonsense.

He reached out and grabbed Xu Hu Zhe’s arm first, pulling him back from the approaching group. Then, he swiftly moved to intercept Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian, preventing them from advancing further—his hands clutching at wither man’s robes.

The ringleader of the pampered gers, Sun Ming Hua, stood fully visible, his eyes blazing with anger as they locked onto Xu Feng. From a coy and flirtations look to disgust in less than three seconds.

The fiery gaze seemed to shoot daggers at Xu Feng, who was prepared to confront him head on to protect his companions and put an end to the overconfident behavior of the pampered gers.