The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 331: It’s Nice, But...

Chapter 331: It’s Nice, But...

As Xuan Yang’s gaze fell on the slightly downcast figure of Xu Feng, time seemed to slow down, allowing him to take in every detail of the silver haired ger’s appearance.

The contrast between the two was stark yet complementary—the young master with his sleek black hair, noir eyes, and reserved expression, and Xu Feng, the village ger with striking silver locks, an androgynous face, and the bright red mole as a center piece, normally more energetic but now displaying a hint of vulnerability.

"So cute," Xuan Yang couldn’t help but summarize his thoughts as he observed Xu Feng. Despite the situation, or perhaps because of it, Xu Feng exuded an irresistible charm that tugged at his heartstrings.

He felt an overwhelming desire to shower their new scholar in kisses, to express his affection in the most tender of ways. Without words, because often times as soon as he opened his mouth, he and Xu Feng would get into a tongue lashing battle.

Before he could act on his impulse, however, Xuan Jian intervened with a kiss that was both passionate and possessive, leaving Xu Feng breathless and watery eyed. The intensity of the moment sent shivers down Xuan Yang’s spine, his own lips tingling with the memory of their shared kiss.

As Xuan Jian pulled away, his gaze locked with Xuan Yang’s, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. The unspoken exchange between them was electric, filled with a hint of playful challenge.

Watching the new exchange and sexual tension building, Xu Feng’s hazy mind was working overtime.

His voice calm and composed despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. "Being a throuple is nice," he thought out loud, his words drawing a frown from Xuan Yang, who couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Xu Feng meant by that term.

But before he could inquire further, Xu Feng’s playful antics resurfaced, he wasn’t quite done putting his foot in his mouth yet. How could he be done. They hadn’t even fed him his wild game yet, he had to eat something...

"I kind of wish they would fuck."

Xuan Yang’s face froze in disbelief, ’this perverted and unrestrained ger,’ he thought as said ger continued, "They did it that one time in reverse, but it’s like their purposefully not letting me watch. So hateful."

All Xu Feng wanted to eat was some tofu...okay, maybe something much stronger than tofu, but still...

Xuan Yang’s face stayed frozen, so basically it looked normal, but the loud laughter from Xu Feng’s ’back rest,’ made his face redden.

"Did I say that out loud?" He questioned Xuan Yang, who to his surprise nodded.

He wasn’t expecting the young master to acknowledge him after that word vomit, but Xuan Jian’s laughter was erasing one shock and reminding him of the other.

"I’m pregnant! I pee too often, I have a lot of gas, a sore back, and swollen legs. You can’t laugh at me. You can only baby me!!" Xu Feng raised his voice slightly as the red on his face dominated.

He was being unreasonable, but the words just seemed to flow out. He didn’t know how to redeem himself or remove himself from the situation.

It was the babies’ fault, no one should blame him for his lewd thoughts that weren’t new at all. He was dry and thirsty all at once.

The lewd thoughts predated his marriage, but still, no one should blame him...

The blame game wasn’t a fun game.

At least they were alone in the greenhouse. If it were dinner time, there was a chance any of the martial artists, or Xu Hu Zhe could overhear.

...He was quite lucky, Xuan Yang’s silent judgment and Xuan Jian’s laughter could be ignored, he had enough shamelessness to overcome this trial. He just needed to stay calm.

He was doing an excellent job convincing himself that he could get away with even more audacious antics as a pregnant ger until a sudden interruption brought him crashing back to reality.

With a faint "Ahem," Xu Hu Zhe stood at the doorway, his normally composed figure replaced by a flush of embarrassment that coated the lanky teen’s large build.

Xu Feng paused mid-sentence, his playful expression faltering as he registered the presence of Hu Zhe. He hadn’t expected an audience for this, especially not from someone as reserved as Xu Hu Zhe.

But as he glanced past his partner in crime, his eyes widened in surprise.

Standing beside Xu Hu Zhe was Bo, the hulking martial artist whose indifferent appearance rarely faltered. But now, even Bo’s usually impassive face was tinged with a fiery red, his stiff hands betraying his discomfort.

Xu Feng’s mind raced as he tried to think of a way to salvage the situation. Should he play dead? Make a quick exit? But before he could decide on a course of action, Xu Hu Zhe spoke up, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.

Xu Feng’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized the extent of his mouth’s actions. ’Transmigration God...TAKE ME NOW!’ He sincerely wished this would be the perfect time to go visit Xu Zeng...

Doing the next best thing, Xu Feng went limp against the firm and still rumbling chest beneath him, Xuan Jian was slowly composing himself as Xu Feng played dead.

After clearing his throat, Xu Hu Zhe said nothing else. He would let the adults deal with the rest. He only wanted to alert Xu Feng to their presence, he’d done his part.

Even as Bo stood, covered in a red tint, he stood tall and straight, not willing to waver under the sharp gaze coming from Xuan Jian. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what the punk beside him was eating. If Xu Hu Zhe kept growing like this, he would likely be the tallest man in Dongzhou soon. There were no actual giants on this continent.

Maybe he was descended from giants?

A cross between a cultivator with giant bloodline who was banished here and one of the snake clan descendants?

Xu Hu Zhe’s grey scales on half his face were temporarily uncovered, his new mask taking a break.

Whatever his lineage was, he was going to be tall. Correction: Even taller.

Then as Bo looked to his young master in name, he couldn’t help but think, ’this ones lineage is something else too.’