TYMIMA Chapter 84

Dream Witch led little idiot away, and only then did Lance have time to turn back and look for the old man.

 

However, the corner was empty—somehow the old man had vanished without a trace.

 

Fulunla finally didn’t have to keep scratching her thighs now that the eldest young master was gone. Just as she wanted to give Lance a cover-up explanation for their three people’s bizarre behaviour, she found Lance’s attention wasn’t on them at all.

 

Fulunla said blankly: “Lance, what are you looking at?”

 

Lance withdrew his gaze and suddenly asked Adrian: “Why red parrot crystal ore?”

 

Adrian was stunned, frowning: “What are you trying to say?”

 

Lance lowered his eyes, lightly tapping his chin with his knuckle: “Normally, on the seabed, high-saturation fluorescent colours are more brilliant and eye-catching. Currently in underground cities, orange fluorescent stone, yellow fluorescent stone, white fluorescent stone, and pink fluorescent stone are all more suitable than red parrot stone for decorating underwater palaces.”

 

“When red parrot stone has insufficient light and extremely high purity, it appears dark red, like blood flowing from veins. Being on the seabed with deep blue water and dark red palace—in such an environment, wouldn’t it really be depressing?”

 

Wu Peng didn’t understand: “I don’t get it. Whatever the king wants, we just provide. Who cares if he gets depressed?”

 

Mudeli, being older and more mature than Wu Peng, tried to explain: “Could it be that the king prefers luxury? After all, red parrot crystal ore is much more expensive than other fluorescent stones.”

 

Lance nodded: “That’s possible. I’m young and only recently learned about Tasman’s history. King Sandro has ruled so long—has he ever had a reputation for extravagance before?”

 

“This…” Mudeli looked at Adrian.

 

Adrian’s frown deepened as he said quietly: “As far as I know, no. I’ve only heard that King Sandro is ambitious and strategically brilliant. Though occasionally bad-tempered and autocratic, undeniably, under his leadership, Tasman Pirate Nation has become increasingly wealthy.”

 

Lance chuckled softly: “Teacher He Jing’en once said that many ancient founding emperors also had autocratic tendencies, but history proved their choices were correct. Had they listened to their advisors’ suggestions back then, perhaps history would have been rewritten.”

 

Adrian: “I don’t understand history, but I agree with what you’re saying. When I first joined Ghost Eye Guild, I disagreed with the guild master on many concepts, but facts proved he was right.”

 

Lance said thoughtfully: “There are two types of national wealth in this world—one is enriching the people, the other is enriching the state. The Federation is the second type. The restricted zone doesn’t hesitate to relocate rainforest, snow mountain, and wetland ecosystems for upper-class enjoyment. Office areas are brightly lit day and night, yet they demand capital citizens conserve electricity and forbid air conditioning at night.”

 

“But Tasman Pirate Nation is clearly the first type. Tasman people are born with independent boat houses. The nation exchanges large amounts of materials and food with the Federation to meet citizens’ living needs. Even if the next generation can’t awaken marine creature forms, they won’t be abandoned by the tribe and can choose to live in boat houses. I think a ruler who can achieve this level generally isn’t incompetent, muddled, or pleasure-seeking.”

 

Fulunla and Wu Peng were dumbfounded, almost convinced by Lance.

 

Fulunla lightly poked Wu Peng, who poked back, silently mouthing: “Worthy of being young master-in-law.”

 

Fulunla also mouthed: “Eldest young master really isn’t a shallow face-con.”

 

Wu Peng exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up: “Eldest young master, your taste is this good.”

 

Lance’s gaze swept over, only seeing the two of them winking and grimacing with twitching lips, as if performing a silent play.

 

“What?”

 

Fulunla and Wu Peng shook their heads in unison.

 

Mudeli smoothed his slicked-back hair, pondering: “So what’s different about red parrot crystal ore? Because it can provide energy to Awakened ones’ glands?”

 

“Don’t know.” Lance said directly.

 

Perhaps that old man knew, but firstly, he might have unavoidable difficulties preventing him from telling the truth, and secondly, even if he knew the inside story, he had no need to tell High Tower Guild and Ghost Eye Guild.

 

Whatever the king wanted to do with red parrot crystal ore, their task was just to supply goods and make money.

 

Thinking this, Lance’s suspicions aroused by the old man relaxed.

 

“I just habitually overthink—it’s actually unrelated to us.”

 

Mudeli also jumped out of the strange circle: “Right, whether Tasman is chaotic or not won’t affect Desert City.”

 

After touring the bidding hall, everyone was somewhat tired. After all, over ten hours of flying would be exhausting even in business class.

 

Lance and Wu Peng entered their room together.

 

Wu Peng threw his muscular body heavily onto the bed, sighing comfortably.

 

Just then, his phone vibrated. He lazily pulled it from his pocket, lifting heavy eyelids to glance at it.

 

Wu Peng’s eyes instantly widened!

 

[Eldest Young Master: Wu Peng, help me out. Let me and my wife have some alone time. Thanks.]

 

Wu Peng sat up with a start.

 

Lance was still drinking water when Wu Peng’s shock made him frown: “What’s wrong?”

 

The Ghost Eye Guild people were acting strange today—couldn’t say exactly how, but like they were holding something back that they couldn’t release.

 

Wu Peng scratched his head: “I’m going out for a bit.”

 

Lance was surprised: “Weren’t you tired?”

 

Wu Peng fake-rubbed his stomach: “Ah, I’m hungry again. I’ll eat something before sleeping.”

 

With that, Wu Peng grabbed his phone and rushed out.

 

Lance watched his retreating figure, stopped drinking water, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

 

Wu Peng was definitely hiding something from him. He wanted to see if this person really went to the restaurant.

 

With this thought, Lance planned to secretly follow.

 

However, before he could leave, Zhan Pingchuan’s call came through openly.

 

Lance hesitated for a second, stopped, and chose to answer Zhan Pingchuan’s call.

 

“Baby, is anyone around you? High Tower Guild went to eat—I want to come find you.”

 

Lance surveyed the room. What a coincidence—Wu Peng also said he went to eat.

 

“No one. Mine also went to eat, but don’t know when he’ll return.”

 

“I’m coming!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan thought: Of course I know best when he’ll return.

 

Lance’s finger fell on the keypad.

 

Having Zhan Pingchuan come now—if Wu Peng returned early, things would become very troublesome.

 

But the cruise was full of sightseeing tourists everywhere. Only the room had the best privacy.

 

He’d have to risk being suspected of collaborating with the enemy by Ghost Eye Guild to meet Zhan Pingchuan. Once it went wrong, he’d not only be expelled by Ghost Eye Guild, but Yan Qili’s whereabouts would be impossible to investigate.

 

Thinking this, Lance slowly curved his lips and typed four digits.

 

However, White Pharaoh loved this kind of knife-edge excitement, and had confidence in turning the tables against the wind at critical moments.

 

Shortly after Lance sent the room number, Zhan Pingchuan climbed in from the balcony.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s room was directly above Lance’s at an angle—taking the balcony was faster than stairs.

 

Lance turned back. Before he could catch up with Zhan Pingchuan, he immediately surveyed other nearby balconies.

 

If someone was currently on their balcony enjoying the scenery, they’d discover Zhan Pingchuan, creating exposure risk.

 

Zhan Pingchuan grabbed him, pulling the little fox whose ears were perked in alertness into his arms: “Don’t worry, no one saw.”

 

Lance confirmed there was no threat before relaxing. He climbed his fingers to Zhan Pingchuan’s neck, standing on tiptoes to bring his lips to Zhan Pingchuan’s ear, asking softly: “Where are the earrings?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “Took them off when showering. I came to see you after bathing.”

 

After returning to his room, he’d showered at top speed. He’d planned to make up an excuse to find Lance, but discovered Liao Wuliang was no longer in the room upon leaving.

 

A note on the table said he’d gone to the restaurant to eat.

 

“Such good luck today. When I wanted to come find you, everyone seems to be creating opportunities for me.” Zhan Pingchuan said whilst winding up Lance’s long hair.

 

Lance smiled.

 

He wouldn’t tell little idiot that High Tower Guild’s side were all his own people. Seeing Zhan Pingchuan’s urgent appearance, they’d naturally create opportunities.

 

“Yes, my roommate also went out to eat.” Lance pointed to Wu Peng’s empty bed.

 

Zhan Pingchuan took Lance’s fingertip and kissed it: “Silly fox.”

 

The conditions here weren’t coincidence—he’d specifically arranged it.

 

Starting with a kiss belonging exclusively to lovers, their gazes gradually changed. They no longer chatted about trivial matters as ambiguous atmosphere rose in the room.

 

“I haven’t showered yet.” Lance murmured against Zhan Pingchuan’s forehead, their lips almost touching.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s fingers caressed his back, alternating light and heavy: “I don’t mind.”

 

Just as he was about to capture Lance’s red, soft lips, Lance pressed against his chest with his hand.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was puzzled, then saw Lance’s amber eyes holding soul-stirring boldness: “I want you to shower with me.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s breathing became heavy almost instantly.

 

When Lance pulled Zhan Pingchuan into the bathroom, he deliberately checked the time. Normally, eating would take at least half an hour. There wasn’t time for intimacy, but tenderness was possible.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan knew there was no need to check time. He pulled the phone from Lance’s hand and closed the bathroom door.

 

Shower water fell, quickly wetting Lance’s long hair. Lance pressed close to Zhan Pingchuan’s beautiful chest muscles, fingers pressing on his elastic shoulders, leaving several red fingerprints on wheat-colored skin.

 

He looked up to seek Zhan Pingchuan’s lips.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan stared at Lance’s lips dripping with water droplets: “So proactive?”

 

“Missed you.” Lance tilted his head, eyes very pure and innocent.

 

Fuck.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had no resistance to this pure act, especially when they were doing very erotic things.

 

He remembered on Lance’s last day of heat, he’d gradually sunk into the sea of desire, deliberately spreading his scent on Lance’s waist dimples, tailbone, leg roots, even ribs and lower abdomen.

 

So Lance asked with hazy eyes: “Are you going to use it to draw on my body? This brush is a bit hot.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan bent to kiss Lance’s lips, taking Lance’s saliva and shower mist into his mouth together.

 

The two felt each other’s presence intensely. Pheromones that had been empty for two weeks touched familiar scents again, releasing freely.

 

After kissing briefly, Zhan Pingchuan pressed Lance’s head to his shoulder, then moved toward the long-coveted gland.

 

“Bit so deep last time, yet there’s no trace left.” Zhan Pingchuan’s fingertip drew circles around the sensitive area.

 

Lance twisted restlessly in his arms.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s lower abdominal muscles tensed, unable to help reminding: “Baby, if you keep moving, we’ll be showering for a very long time.”

 

Lance pressed against Zhan Pingchuan’s V-line: “No! Wu Peng will be back soon!”

 

“He won’t.” Zhan Pingchuan pulled Lance’s hand to rest on his lower back, then captured the gland’s center and sucked hard!

 

That patch of skin instantly flushed red, rich star magnolia fragrance filling his mouth.

 

Lance trembled and went soft in his arms, teeth needing to bite his shoulder to slightly dissolve the sudden pleasure.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s Adam’s apple rolled as he swallowed all the star magnolia fragrance, deliberately asking: “Why such a big reaction? Husband hasn’t even bitten yet.”

 

“Because… it’s been so long since husband comforted me.” Lance’s trembling gradually subsided.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s desire peaked. Just as he was about to bite through the gland and inject pheromones, he heard methodical knocking from outside the bathroom.

 

Knock knock knock!

 

Lance immediately pushed Zhan Pingchuan away, his eyes instantly clearing as he slapped the shower off.

 

“Baby—” Before Zhan Pingchuan could finish his sentence, Lance covered his lips.

 

“He’s back!” Lance whispered.

 

Zhan Pingchuan thought: Impossible, Wu Peng couldn’t have returned without receiving his message.

 

“What’s to fear?” Zhan Pingchuan mumbled against Lance’s palm.

 

“You’re not afraid but I am!” Lance chided. “You represent High Tower Guild, I represent Ghost Eye Guild—we’re rivals now!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

 

He wanted to say he was also Ghost Eye Guild—they absolutely weren’t rivals.

 

“Don’t worry, they can’t get in.” Zhan Pingchuan smoothed little fox’s startled fur.

 

But Lance grabbed Zhan Pingchuan’s hand, giving him a look: “He might not have his room card. Quick, climb out from the balcony.”

 

“…Why does this feel so much like an affair?” Zhan Pingchuan was still wet, hadn’t put on clothes, and most importantly, hadn’t finished marking. Thinking about having to climb onto the balcony like this made him feel wronged.

 

“That’s exactly what we’re doing.” Lance confirmed.

 

“…”

 

Zhan Pingchuan made a last-ditch effort: “Baby, why don’t you ask first? I think it might not be him.”

 

But just as Zhan Pingchuan finished speaking, they heard Wu Peng’s rough voice shouting outside: “Lance! Tasman Pirate Nation’s envoy has arrived! Wants to see all the guilds! The director is right beside me! I’m looking for my room card! Is it convenient for you to open the door? We’re about to come in!”

 

Lance gave Zhan Pingchuan a ‘see?’ look.

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “…”

 

Just as Zhan Pingchuan was about to say something else, Lance suddenly leaned up, kissed his lips hard, then pushed him out of the bathroom: “Go quickly!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan really didn’t dare delay any longer. Since Tasman Pirate Nation’s envoy had arrived, High Tower Guild had to go too. His disappearance now would be hard to explain.

 

He grabbed Lance’s wrist: “See you after dark.”

 

Lance nodded: “Mm.”

 

Having gotten Lance’s verbal promise, Zhan Pingchuan quickly threw on clothes while still dripping wet and slipped to the balcony.

 

He leaped up, hands gripping the upper floor’s railing, then used his arms to pull himself up.

 

Seeing Zhan Pingchuan disappear from the balcony, Lance put on a bathrobe and walked to the door.

 

Wu Peng claimed to be looking for his room card but clearly had no intention of finding it—until Lance yanked the door open!

 

Wu Peng and Fulunla, who’d been pressed against the door frame eavesdropping, nearly tumbled into the room—

 

“Holy shit!”

 

“Damn!”

 

Lance raised an eyebrow: “You two…”

 

Adrian’s gaze drifted toward the balcony before calmly withdrawing: “So you were showering. They thought you weren’t in the room.”

 

He was indirectly providing an explanation for Fulunla and Wu Peng.

 

Lance indeed stopped thinking deeply, instead saying to Adrian: “Oh, I felt dirty from the plane, so I took a quick rinse.”

 

Adrian nodded: “Mm, then get dressed first. We’ll wait outside.”

 

Adrian turned away, letting Lance close the door.

 

Lance shut the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

 

It seemed Ghost Eye Guild’s people had average observation skills—they hadn’t noticed the trail of wet footprints leading to the balcony at all.

 

Outside on the balcony, Zhan Pingchuan used his core strength to swing himself up and leap onto the adjacent room.

 

Just as he pulled open the balcony door to enter, he found Abaddon sitting on the bed holding an apple.

 

Seeing Zhan Pingchuan jump in from the balcony like a drowned rat, Abaddon couldn’t help opening his mouth wide, the apple falling from his thick palm.

 

He asked in his deep voice: “You… why are you wet?”

 

What did you do with our young master?

 

But it was only fifteen minutes…

 

Zhan Pingchuan hadn’t expected Abaddon to be back already and was caught off guard, but his psychological fortitude was strong enough that he quickly composed himself.

 

Zhan Pingchuan wiped water from his face, stepped into the room, and said casually: “Oh, I fell into the sea while looking at the scenery just now. I climbed back up.”

 

Abaddon: “…”

 

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