Zhan Pingchuan: “!!!”
If he had to choose life’s most impactful visual moment, this would absolutely be it.
He was grateful humans possessed boundless imagination. The image gave him endless sensual fantasies, neurotransmitters converting fantasy into tangible stimulation transmitted throughout his body.
His teeth lightly ground the pyjama collar whilst his mind filled with images of pressing against little fox’s gland.
Saliva slid down his throat, his Adam’s apple grinding up and down.
“Baby, wipe the lens—it’s blurry.” Zhan Pingchuan made increasingly demanding requests.
Lance heard his heavy breathing, heard the desire hidden within it. These direct, purposeful words made Lance’s body tremble, the phone shaking violently.
Three days of heat still had aftereffects. The temporary mark on his nape hadn’t faded—he automatically reacted to Zhan Pingchuan’s arousing words.
Star magnolia pheromones imperceptibly spilled out, floating on the misty spring water.
Lance wiped the lens with wet fingers. Instantly, the fog-covered camera became clear.
Zhan Pingchuan’s eyes grew darker. He stared almost unblinkingly at the screen’s scenery—seeing clearly made the stimulation more profound.
He reached to touch himself.
“Can you see clearly?” Lance asked. Water droplets fell from his temples, hitting the spring surface and colliding with spreading ripples.
Zhan Pingchuan gradually quickened his pace, voice thick with breathiness: “I can see. Why is your skin red?”
Lance knelt in the spring water, buoyancy making his knees feel no discomfort. He parted slightly, letting Zhan Pingchuan see more completely.
“…The water’s too hot.”
“Just the water?” Zhan Pingchuan asked quietly.
“Also… you watching. Your gaze is hot too.” As Lance spoke, star magnolia fragrance nearly overwhelmed the spring’s sulphur scent.
“How long have you been soaking in the water?”
“…Half an hour.”
“That long? Doesn’t that make your whole body soft?”
“Pretty much.”
“Has that place recovered?” Though the room was clearly empty, Zhan Pingchuan’s voice suddenly softened.
The sudden lowered volume gave Lance an illusion of nervous tension, like having a secret affair in hiding.
He knew what Zhan Pingchuan was referring to, and Zhan Pingchuan knew too, but others didn’t.
“Mm, it’s recovered.” It had recovered long ago—Omegas had strong resilience.
“Then… is it soft too?”
An electric current slipped from his ear into his body, then exploded at his heart.
Lance tightened his grip on the phone to steady the sudden tremor.
He stared at the little wolf cub on screen, saying word by word: “Should be soft too.”
“I see…” Zhan Pingchuan’s tone lifted slightly. “Then fingers should be very convenient.”
Last time, he’d been so careful for ages before managing to work him open, afraid of hurting Lance.
“Don’t know.” Lance mumbled three words. He could almost predict what Zhan Pingchuan would say, just as Zhan Pingchuan could predict what he’d say.
They were in sync, creating stimulation for each other to compensate for the regret brought by distance.
“Try it and you’ll know.” Zhan Pingchuan chuckled softly.
Lance’s movements paused. He breathed deeply, inhaling the water vapour into his lungs.
A moment later, water splashed, the clear sound of water travelling through the connection.
Zhan Pingchuan felt even the sound had temperature, burning him until he could barely lie still.
Lance’s voice finally sounded again: “Tried it. It’s soft too.”
“Wonderful.” Zhan Pingchuan exhaled. “What temperature is the spring water?”
“Seems like… forty.” Of course the temperature was adjustable. Due to Desert City’s dry, cold winters, he’d set it to forty degrees.
“Isn’t that higher than your body temperature?”
“Mm.”
Omega body temperature was slightly higher than Alphas’, roughly reaching thirty-seven degrees.
“Won’t it burn if it flows in?”
Lance suddenly bit his lower lip, then smiled and released it.
“Mm… I think those three days were hotter. Got so swollen from the heat.”
Fuck!
Zhan Pingchuan gritted his teeth, sweat dampening his tense muscles. He said from the bottom of his heart: “Baby, I absolutely must buy you a phone that can video underwater.”
Outside the window, fierce winds swept and rain poured like a waterfall. The streets were already empty of pedestrians.
They climbed to peaks in the brightly lit place, then slowly descended with the tolling bells.
Zhan Pingchuan’s approaching susceptible period eased slightly. He could sleep peacefully for a short while—as long as he got suppressants in time before tomorrow’s stronger cravings arrived.
“Tired, aren’t you, Student Lan?”
“Hmph.”
Lance lazily leaned in the spring water. Though he knew soaking too long was making his lungs oxygen-deprived, he was still too lazy to get up.
“Come out quickly. Soaking this long will make you dizzy.” Zhan Pingchuan regained his rationality.
“You’re not here to carry me out.”
Once people formed habits, they were hard to change. Last time he’d clearly been carried around everywhere, feet never touching ground, just enjoying it all. This time he had to bathe himself.
“I was wrong, baby. I’ll definitely carry you in future. Please bear with it this time.”
Whatever the objective reasons, as long as his wife was dissatisfied, a sincere apology was more effective than anything else.
This was truth Zhan Pingchuan had learned from his parents.
Lance indeed glanced at him, then smiled and climbed out of the spring himself.
He walked an incredibly long distance, passing artistic murals along the way to reach the shower area.
Lance couldn’t help complaining: “Your hometown’s customs are so strange. Why build bathrooms this big? Who appreciates art in the bathroom?”
“???”
Zhan Pingchuan: “Don’t you like big bathrooms?”
Lance pinched his brow: “Do you know? The walls around me have Van Gogh’s ‘Sunflowers,’ Rembrandt’s ‘The Night Watch,’ Da Vinci’s ‘Mona Lisa,’ Velázquez’s ‘Las Meninas,’ plus ‘The Milkmaid,’ ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring,’ and ‘Napoleon Crossing the Alps’… I feel like I’m using the toilet in an art museum hall every day.”
“…”
Zhan Pingchuan cleverly changed topics: “Hey baby, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“They say it’s field practice, searching for new underground cities, but looking at the itinerary, it’s basically like sightseeing.” So he’d actually had many misconceptions about Ghost Eye Guild before—this place was basically a retirement paradise with too much money to spend, so much that the HR director had nothing better to do than take interns on joyrides.
“Oh, remember to wear a mask properly, or the sandstorm will make your skin hurt.”
“Mm, you sleep early too. When the rain stops tomorrow, remember to get suppressants quickly.”
The two sweetly said goodnight, each bathed, and slept peacefully.
Early the next morning, Lance opened his eyes and sat up from the soft, comfortable bed, instinctively looking out the window.
He’d grown to love the Desert City scenery by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
This city’s tone was pale yellow. What connected to the distant horizon wasn’t ocean, but plateau desert.
He could even clearly distinguish individual layers—from deep yellow to light yellow to pale yellow, then to the vast azure sky.
Unlike Harbor Tan’s delicate refinement, this place was vast and boundless. The distance between heaven and earth seemed stretched very long, and the orange-red sun leaping from wind-eroded ridges was always stunning.
But looking down, it possessed everything a prosperous, wealthy metropolis should have—towering buildings and bustling crowds.
Lance gazed out the window for a while before getting up to wash, change clothes, and go downstairs to catch Ghost Eye Guild’s shuttle.
When the bus arrived downstairs, there were already two people inside—fellow Star University interns living in dormitories in the east district.
After boarding, Lance sat alone at the front, distancing himself from the other two interns.
He wasn’t keen on making friends or interested in outsiders. He was here only for his mission, so other interns were no different from air to him.
Just as he was about to text little idiot asking if he’d gotten his suppressants, he heard the two behind deliberately raising their voices.
“Fucking ridiculous. We live in twin-bed dorms while someone gets a luxury apartment.”
“Who told him to be lucky that the dorms happened to be full?”
“Heh, that luxury apartment should go to higher-year students, not freshman.”
“Ghost Eye Guild doesn’t care about that—just randomly assigned.”
“Don’t they understand seniority? We’ve studied two more years—we’re seniors, upperclassmen. Anyone with sense should voluntarily give up the apartment.”
“Shh… you!”
“Shh what? If I say it, I’m not afraid of being heard. Today’s freshmen have no manners at all, don’t even know to visit and greet their seniors. If I don’t teach him, he’ll suffer in the workplace too.”
“Mate, did student council make you stupid? Star University has always been about strength.”
“Coincidentally, strength-wise I’m insect system B-level, strongest combat type. Some little kids are just F-level.”
Lance’s finger stopped on the phone screen. He slowly raised his eyes, gaze carrying cold killing intent.
If the mission to find Yan Qili wasn’t incomplete, he wouldn’t let this noisy person leave the shuttle alive.
“Hey, freshman in front, talking to you. Still pretending you can’t hear?”
His companion was mortified, quickly pulling him: “Gong Gang, if you’re upset, go talk to HR. The kid didn’t do it on purpose.”
Gong Gang shook him off, scolding: “Don’t interrupt. You said Star University goes by strength—his strength doesn’t qualify him for such nice accommodation.”
The driver glanced through the rearview mirror and warned: “Don’t quarrel. Whatever Star University is like, Ghost Eye doesn’t allow bullying based on level.”
Gong Gang feigned innocence: “Who’s bullying anyone? I’m just teaching my junior how to be a proper person.”
Lance put down his phone, his tone flat: “You haven’t learned how to be a proper person yourself—how dare you teach others?”
“Say that again.” Gong Gang shot up, about to move forward whilst his companion held him back.
Lance warned: “You’d better shut up. Given my good mood, I won’t bother with you.”
Nobody disliked joyrides, tourism, or seeing unique scenery, so Lance had genuinely come with a relaxed mood today. Unfortunately, it was somewhat spoiled now.
Gong Gang laughed, pointing at Lance and asking his companion: “Did you hear what he said? ‘Won’t bother with me’—F-levels dare to be this arrogant now?”
His companion frowned: “I’m telling you… you don’t understand Ghost Eye Guild.”
Gong Gang: “Wherever we are, F-levels should kneel when they see higher levels! I just asked him to give up the apartment—I was being polite. Look at those freshmen in student council—who dares talk to me like this?”
His companion lowered his voice: “This place isn’t like our student council. Dean Chu, she—”
Before his companion could finish, a light sneer came from the front.
“Since when is B-level considered high level?” Lance’s tone was full of mockery.
His companion was exhausted: “Kid, stop adding fuel to the fire.”
The bus happened to pass an intersection. The driver roughly said again: “Everyone calm down. We’re about to leave the city—what will it look like when we meet Director Adrian?”
Adrian was solitary by nature and didn’t live in the city centre. He had a villa in the suburbs with a large courtyard.
Usually, unless handling Ghost Eye Guild affairs, he rarely appeared in public.
So this time, his initiative to take interns on field practice was quite unusual.
Lance was also planning to use this opportunity to approach Adrian and subtly reveal He Jing’en’s recent situation.
The driver stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle sped up, kicking up dust as it left Desert City and merged into the endless, undulating Yardang landforms.
Gong Gang looked at the sandy ground beneath his feet and smiled sinisterly. Taking advantage of the driver’s focus on driving, he quietly raised his hand.
His companion was shocked: “Gong Gang, you—”
“Shut up!” Gong Gang warned viciously. Simultaneously, yellow smoke rose from his palm, drifting out through window gaps and falling into the soil.
Soon, gurgling sounds came from beneath the surface. The sand broke open in small holes as swarms of mole crickets emerged.
They pushed against each other, quickly gathering into a grey-black mass, then flapped their wings in unison like a locust plague, chasing after the bus.
Gong Gang pointed at Lance.
The overwhelming mole crickets seemed to hear the command and rushed straight at Lance.
Gong Gang sneered coldly. These little bugs couldn’t actually bite people to death, but swarming together, drilling into clothes, ears, noses, and mouths would be enough to scare someone out of their wits.
He just wanted to teach the freshman a lesson—to know that if he didn’t do as told, he could summon insects anytime to keep the freshman awake all night.
Buzz—
Countless mole crickets covered the windows, desperately seeking gaps to squeeze through. They blocked most of the sunlight, casting faint shadows on Lance’s profile.
Lance lifted his eyelids, glancing at the window full of insects.
Moth Rong Weng sensed its master’s will and crawled out from his collar.
Its two antennae angrily swished behind it, small eyes staring intently at the low-level, weak insects before it. It issued warning, driving hisses at them.
This was sound waves only insects could hear. Soon, the window-full of mole crickets stopped crawling, lying stiffly on the glass windows, at a loss.
On one side was the Awakened one’s summons, on the other was a high-level insect’s intimidation.
Moth Rong Weng was furious.
What lowly insects dared disobey its commands?
It quickly crawled forward, straightening up and raising four claws, issuing even more severe driving commands at the mole crickets.
The mole crickets ultimately feared the high-level insect’s intimidation, deciding to no longer heed the Awakened one’s summons. They hurriedly flapped their wings and fled in panic.
Gong Gang: “???”
How was this possible? The insects had collectively lost control!
Moth Rong Weng cursed at the fleeing mole crickets’ backs—cursing so filthily that several mole crickets’ wings trembled in fright, plummeting to the ground.
Seeing the mole crickets recede like a tide, Moth Rong Weng waved its claws and happily ran to Lance’s eyes, frantically shaking its antennae to claim credit.
Lance reached out to touch its small white round shell, smiling slightly.
At the back of the bus, the companion sighed in relief: “Good that you recalled the insects. Don’t be so impulsive.”
Gong Gang: “…” You think I wanted to recall them?
Companion: “Ah, the combat squad is ahead!”
Adrian was leading a small team in another vehicle, waiting ahead.
The driver slammed on the brakes, rolled down the window, and greeted Adrian: “Director, good morning.”
Adrian nodded and shook hands with him.
Ghost Eye Guild didn’t have strict hierarchical systems. Everyone in the guild performed their duties, with similar salaries, so there was no psychological imbalance.
Even drivers for combat squads could leisurely enjoy life.
This was naturally related to Zhan Qinghe and Chu Fu’s characters.
The driver leaned against the window, pursing his lips: “Just now in the bus, some interns had an unpleasant disagreement.”
“What happened?” Adrian frowned.
Lance immediately looked up. In a flash, he’d assumed a patient, aggrieved expression and thought of watertight explanations.
He just waited for Adrian to look at him and ask for the reason, then he could perform emotionally.
Since nothing major had happened, the driver spoke lightly: “Oh, dissatisfied with dormitory allocation, an upperclassman quarrelled with that red-haired kid.”
“Mm.” Adrian’s gaze darkened. Without looking at anyone, he directly said: “Dismiss him—the upperclassman.”
Driver: “Huh?”
Gong Gang was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe Adrian had directly fired him without even giving him a chance to argue.
He was clearly B-level with three years of study and internship experience, whilst the other was just an F-level freshman.
Lance: “???”
His performance rarely froze on his face, gradually becoming incredulous bewilderment.
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