The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 79: Déjà Vu

Chapter 79: Déjà Vu

The early winter morning arrived with a crisp chill, devoid of snowfall. It was a perfect day for travel.

In the room, two diligent servants, Si and San, bustled around the tall, silver-haired ger. Xu Feng was clad in the same intricate robe from the previous day—other than his wedding robe, his other clothing was made simpler and he needed to look presentable in front of the Xuans.

Maybe he would need a few more pairs of upscale robes. Even wearing the same robes, but changing the color of the inner robes, it gave new life to the outfit, he looked resplendent, his enchanting presence heightened by the prominent red mole between his brows.

Si artfully styled his hair into another sophisticated updo, working to make him appear his best for the day. As she worked, a touch of worry crept into her voice.

"Young mistress?" Si inquired, concern lacing her words.

Xu Feng seemed lost in thought, his gaze unfocused as the two girls diligently prepared him for the day. While Si remained troubled by his distant demeanor, San knew better than to persist with the same mistake repeatedly.

San continued to assist with the morning rituals, all the while keeping an eye on Xu Feng, who was fixated on his own reflection, seemingly lost in a trance. It wasn’t an uncommon sight; he was simply waiting for the inevitable nosebleed.

"Young mistress?!" Si’s voice was tinged with alarm this time as she suddenly noticed a trail of blood descending from Xu Feng’s nose. Startled, Si successfully roused him from the lewd daydream he had slipped into during broad daylight.

The experience felt like déjà vu.

In a way, yes, it felt like déjà vu, but this time the sensual images weren’t merely voyeuristic. He now had plenty of ammunition from two consecutive nights of nightly adventures, not to mention the morning hand job he received from a certain young master, all serving to fuel his imagination.

His senses still tingled with the memories, like he could still feel the sensations up against his skin. Their body heats seemed to still be up against his own.

What made it even more confusing was that the two men were still in his room the morning after, brazenly assisting him with his morning physiological reactions before they finally left.

Xu Feng wiped his nose with a handkerchief handed to him by the ever-watchful San, who was well-prepared to assist him in case he zoned out again and threatened to bleed all over his robes.

This time, Xu Feng wasn’t as embarrassed by his body’s reactions. He was well aware of his own nature—he now had his fox blood to thank for that, coupled with his extraordinary fertility as a ger.

’This is normal,’ he reasoned, ’Not something to be ashamed of.’

All these things, piled on top of one another, delivered the perfect explanation for his overpowering libido, his lack of control, and possibly even his attraction to Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian.

*SIGH

With a sigh that resonated loudly in the room, Xu Feng looked for comfort in the act of breathing out his worries. He needed this release. It was almost time to face the Xuan family again.

Xu Feng studied his reflection in the mirror, feeling a surprising sense of satisfaction in the subtle transformation. He couldn’t deny that a good night’s rest had done wonders for his appearance.

His skin was smoother, and his eyes looked brighter, void of the bags that lingered underneath just the day before. It was clear he’d gotten some much-needed rest, despite the memorable activities of the night before.

Si’s compliment brought a warm blush to her cheeks, and he offered her a gracious smile, appreciating the girl’s kind words. Her innocent admiration was a source of comfort for Xu Feng, the little girl was always warm toward him.

"Young mistress," San started a bit shyly, "I prepared the porridge the way you taught me." She was clearly excited about her accomplishments. So much so that, Xu Feng couldn’t help but smile even deeper.

"I’m sure breakfast will be delicious," Xu Feng added. Her excitement over her successful preparation of the porridge was equally endearing.

He admired her dedication and willingness to learn. Offering his words of encouragement, he further boosted her confidence, making her blush deeply in response.

The whole interaction was making his teeth ache from the sweetness.

As Xu Feng contemplated breakfast and wondered about the preferences of the Xuan brothers, he found himself pondering the type of bun fillings that would satisfy their appetites.

Options like savory minced pork with scallions, fragrant stir-fried vegetables, and possibly even a rich red bean paste for those with a sweet tooth. Did either of them have a sweet tooth? These options would deliver a satisfying and comforting start to any day.

He was gradually settling into his role as the young mistress, considering not just his own needs but those of the man...men he was now connected to.

As their group of three exited his bedroom, Xu Feng wondered if it would be appropriate to send the breakfast to Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian in their own courtyard. There weren’t enough servants at Nanshan estate to accommodate another separate kitchen for them at the moment.

The idea of the men having breakfast together in their own Budding courtyard felt more fitting for Xu Feng’s mental well being.

"Has the young master come over for breakfast?" Xu Feng inquired; his voice tinged with nervousness. Unknown to him, Si and San misunderstood his nerves as they exchanged knowing grins, happy to share the good news.

"The young master and Brother Jian have been waiting in the," Si paused, briefly recalling the modern term Xu Feng had taught her, "’dining’ room, since you were soaking in the bath, young mistress."

With that, Xu Feng’s newfound hope for a peaceful and unawkward breakfast swiftly dissipated, much like a fleeting gust of wind.

It vanished without looking back, leaving him to face the upcoming meal with the Xuan brothers and all the unspoken tension it promised.