The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 487: Wakey, Wakey, No Eggs & Bathey!

Chapter 487: Wakey, Wakey, No Eggs & Bathey!

After taking a moment to stretch his legs and regain some semblance of stability, Xu Feng’s gaze was drawn to a cave in the distance. It appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary cave, yet at the same time, it gave off an aura of mystery and something else that pulled him in...

Despite his curiosity, Xu Feng hesitated. He was unsure if he should approach the cave. There was an instinctual feeling that told him now was not the right time, that he wouldn’t be able to enter its depths just yet.

With a conflicted expression, he tilted his head to the side, torn between his desire to explore and the strange, unexplainable sense of caution that held him back.

His mind wanted to explore his new fascination with the distant cave, and why it held so much thrall. At the same time, he felt he’d been here too long, they’d been here too long.

They?

Xu Feng shook his head hoping to shake some answers into his noggin, but nothing came of it... nothing at all. He was an "I," not a "they," but "they" still felt the most appropriate. There was something clearly wrong with his thinking and reasoning skills, but he couldn’t pinpoint the cause or exactly what was wrong.

"Ugh."

No matter what had happened to his head, this ger needed to take a good long bath. He was a clean freak, he would never let unclean people in his bed, not even if he loved them. Yet, here he was dusty, his clothes were a new level of crunchy... And he was a ger...

Ger...

He had just referred to himself as a ger.

"I’m beyond dirty, but what is a ger? My memory is way too shoddy, not even a politician could compare."

There were answers to questions he hadn’t asked, and he couldn’t find answers to the questions he most wanted insight on. Xu Feng stood there unsteadily, picking at his own patchy memory.

He was a thorough clean freak, through and through, but that wasn’t the biggest problem running through his noggin. Instead, he kept thinking about random and irrelevant things, things that sounded strange but somehow felt familiar.

And of course, his memory was lost, or at least damaged.

It was like every cliché CEO drama he had ever watched, but the setting somehow felt strange. Moreover, he had referred to himself as a ger, he couldn’t forget that piece of the puzzle. The word was familiar, but its exact meaning slipped away every time he tried to grasp it.

He liked reading and occasionally watching TV, that much he knew, but it felt like the word ger held more significance in his daily life than just being part of his reading material or the ingredients in his next meal..

As Xu Feng tried to piece together his fragmented thoughts, the plants around him nudged him gently but persistently in a particular direction. Absorbed in his theories and attempts to unlock his memories, he moved forward without resistance, barely noticing the plants’ guidance. By the time he reached a small hot spring, his head throbbed incessantly.

He held his head in his hands, trying to soothe the splitting pain. He couldn’t afford this; he had children to live for!

"Children and a wife?" He questioned himself quietly. He was married, that part felt strange, the children also felt strange. How could he be married with children when the thought of marriage felt somehow warped? It felt true and false at the same time.

Xu Feng couldn’t help but feel bad for his poor imaginary wife, he didn’t consider her a wife, but at the same time, she was still a wife. And the imaginary children she bore weren’t considered children, but she had clearly borne them.

...It was gearing up to be a not-so-peaceful day full of constant migraines.

"Ugh."

The thought made him groan and look up at the sky. What if he really had a wife and children somewhere, and here he was, wandering aimlessly in nature?

Xu Feng paused as he finally noticed the steaming water. This wasn’t just a casual walk of his own will; this was a guided walk on a premeditated path. The interaction with the plants felt more natural than the breath in his lungs, so he followed them willfully.

If they wanted to throw him off a cliff, he might have already been at the bottom of some ever-long canyon. Yet, here he was enjoying the beauty the possibly sentient plants had shown him.

This was a cultivation world.

...

How else could the plants be guiding him forward? The realization struck him with a mix of awe and confusion. The plants, as if sensing his thoughts, stroked him kindly before shoving him toward the body of water. It’s like they wanted to make sure he had no time to overthink this new situation.

He stood at the edge of the hot spring for a moment, hesitating. Should he trust these violent but loving plants? He really needed a bath, but was getting into the water a dumb way to die?

The song "Dumb Ways to Die"

played in his head on an endless loop, but he wasn’t nodding his head along to the beat he seemed to know so well.

The question lingered in his mind, taking longer to answer than it should have.

Ultimately, the temptation of a hot bath was too strong to resist. He sighed, resigning himself to the charm of the steaming water. The hot spring looked inviting, with its crystal-clear water reflecting the surrounding greenery nestled in the corner.

The steam rising from the surface added a mystical quality to the scene, making it feel like a sanctuary.

Peeling off his clothing was the most difficult part of the process. From the moment he saw the crystal clear appearance of the hot spring and the steam combination, it was a foregone conclusion: He was going to soak!

Xu Feng dipped a shy toe into the water, finding it pleasantly warm. He glanced around, feeling a bit guilty about dirtying such a pristine pool with his grime, but the dream of cleanliness was too strong for the ger.

With a deep breath, Xu Feng stepped fully into the hot spring. The water enveloped him, soothing his aching muscles and washing away the combination sticky, yet powdery residue that clung to his skin. He could feel the tension and filth dissolving, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation.

The warmth seeped into his bones, bringing with it a clarity that had been missing since he awoke. As he soaked, Xu Feng’s mind began to ease. His memories hadn’t returned, nothing magical, just comfort.

Much needed comfort.

The disgruntled feeling he had when he tried to remember something, or chase a memory, had dissipated. Who cared about memories? Okay, he still cared and he still wanted to put together the pieces, but he suddenly felt hopeful.

Just like the plants that had urged him forward, the water seemed like a friend, taking away the pain he felt. The throbbing in his head continued to recede until it was completely gone. Only peace rained in this green space.

From a distance, the scene appeared almost surreal. Xu Feng, the silver-haired ger, lay languidly in the steaming pool, his long arms sprawled in a relaxed manner. The steam rose around him, creating a special aura as if he were a mythical creature in a forest of magic.

His damp silver hair clung to his head, evidence of a brief head dip into the hot spring. Despite his relaxed pose, there were certain details that seemed out of place. The red mole on his forehead and the faint bruises from childhood stood in contrast to each other; they were parts from different bodies that shouldn’t be found on the same body.

The math was surely not fit to math.

Xu Feng’s body seemed to meld seamlessly with the environment.

Xu Feng himself had already slipped into a state of deep relaxation, his closed eyes betraying the start of a peaceful slumber. It was not a typical sleep but similar to a trance, a gentle surrender to the soothing embrace of the space around him.

In an instant, Xu Feng vanished from the space... still in his birthday suit...

Luckily, the Dong Ancestor’s space was benevolent and left behind a parting gift—a ball of water that swirled and surged around him with clean grace, caressing his body intentionally.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Feng reappeared in another familiar space, his hand glowing with a warm light as two rings materialized on his right hand, one silver the other gold, before fading away. The rings seemed to acknowledge each other, working in tandem to purify and protect the sleeping beauty.

It was an interesting sight, and it only got more interesting with time, but not a good interesting. Clumps of black and brown were being drawn from his skin by the moving water as if he were a tasty snack.