Hui Tian Ch48

Chapter 48

Submission period

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Bai Sheng, a thorough carnivore, had been forced to eat vegetarian all last night, and seeing that he would have to be vegetarian again all tonight, the lament in his heart was imaginable.

The only hope was to knock himself out with a stick before going to bed later, staying unconscious until waking up tomorrow morning.

Although he couldn’t whip up eight dishes and one soup in two hours like Yang Xiaodao, Bai Sheng, as a man naturally keen on male competition, had no problem cooking a few substantial dishes. Since the house was stocked with all kinds of ingredients, he decided to make a Squirrel Mandarin Fish, take a photo, and post it to his Moments to show off his virtuosity and Supervisor Shen’s good taste. So he grabbed a knife and stood in the kitchen, meticulously deboning and carving the whole fish.

An S-class standing 1.9 meters tall, bare-chested and solid, wearing only sweatpants hanging on his hips, his spiky hair almost touching the cabinet.

Usually, if people who work out have back muscles that are too thick, they look hunched and clumsy, but Bai Sheng had no such problem. He had been boxing since childhood, developing smooth and lean muscle flow. Looking into the kitchen from outside, the light reflected on his upright back. Although he stood sloppily without proper posture, there was a familiar, stable sense of security.

Shen Zhuo sat in the dining chair, his mind a bit confused, lucid one moment and blurry the next.

Shouldn’t I be at the Supervision Office? The thought involuntarily surfaced, but he immediately denied it subconsciously.

No, there is no person named Bai Sheng at the Supervision Office. In my current condition, I can’t stay alone without Bai Sheng’s company.

But speaking of which, what exactly happened to me? Am I sick?

I feel like this home is very attractive. Why did I come here?

…

Shen Zhuo stood up unconsciously, walking forward slowly as if guided by ghosts and gods. Bai Sheng was just about to turn around to get the cooking wine and almost bumped into him head-on: “Yo! What are you doing, actively coming for a cuddle?”

Shen Zhuo stared straight at him, his gaze seeming a bit lost.

Bai Sheng laughed, reaching out to pick him up and sit him on the waist-high kitchen counter, pinching his chin and asking, “Hungry?”

With one standing and one sitting, Shen Zhuo appeared slightly taller, lowering his long eyelashes to stare at Bai Sheng, his eyes looking like they held water.

“…”

Bai Sheng’s breathing quickened, whispering, “Kiss me again.” Then he leaned forward and kissed those slightly parted lips.

Shen Zhuo was in a trance, not knowing how to resist, his lips, tongue, and teeth invaded even more thoroughly. This face-to-face posture made the kiss more fervent. His thighs were forced apart to press against Bai Sheng’s waist, and he even had to raise his hands to hook around Bai Sheng’s neck. Subtle sounds of water seemed to drown out all senses, and his whole body was pressed backward.

Thud!

A muffled sound. The back of Shen Zhuo’s head hit the edge of the cabinet, and he instantly clutched his head and curled up.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Where did you hit?” Bai Sheng supported him immediately, ignoring his resistance to brush aside the black hair on the back of his head, carefully touching to check: “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?”

Actually, it was fine, just a bump. No bump or bleeding. Shen Zhuo frowned and glanced back at the cabinet dissatisfiedly.

“Bad cabinet, I’ll dismantle it later.” Bai Sheng suppressed a laugh and pinched his cheek, finally feeling slightly relieved. Then he uncomfortably adjusted his sweatpants, making a firm resolution: “No, you can’t tease me anymore. If we go again, it won’t be the cabinet breaking but me. Go, go take a shower first; come out to eat after washing.”

Shen Zhuo frowned even tighter, looking as if to say I clearly didn’t tease you, how can you blame me?

“I was wrong, ancestor; I was wrong, okay?” Bai Sheng panted heavily with a wandering mind, urging, “Go shower quickly; remember to lock the bathroom door. Go.”

Shen Zhuo then hopped down lightly, stepping barefoot on the soft carpet, clutching the back of his head as he went to the master bedroom bathroom.

Now it was a rapid start-up one moment and forced shut-down the next; by night it would be forced ultra-long standby. Bai Sheng momentarily couldn’t distinguish which torture was more painful. He propped his elbows on the counter, burying his face deep in his chest, forcing himself to take ten deep breaths, exhaling air that was hot enough to tremble.

Fortunately, it was only 48 hours. A few more nights like this, and even an S-class would be played to ruin.

He inhaled and stood up, finally feeling a bit relieved. The phone on the counter buzzed twice with two WeChat voice messages. It was Chairman Bai.

“?”

Bai Sheng clicked open WeChat. From the phone came his uncle’s trembling voice, suppressing heartache:

“Cheng Cheng ah, I thought about it carefully all day. That dowry of 360 million, let it be 360 million!”

The second voice message:

“No name or status really won’t do; we won’t suffer this grievance. I’ll add a villa as a marital home to the dowry. Tomorrow I’ll go discuss with Supervisor Shen if we can hold the wedding at the Supervision Office. Must make it a grand, glorious affair!”

“Pfft—” Bai Sheng almost choked on his own saliva, crying and laughing: “What the hell!”

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The warm water sprayed down, but Shen Zhuo forgot to take off his clothes, standing straight in the bathroom, staring blankly at the air with unfocused eyes.

The back of his head, which had been bumped, throbbed faintly, forming a subtle stimulus. His chaotic and disordered thoughts rapidly concentrated, formed, and unified under that stimulus. Countless overlapping voices rang in his ears:

“…When ‘Daydream’ is destroyed, the caster will suffer severe backlash…” “You are no longer in that helpless situation from back then, Shen Zhuo. You have me now.” “May I have the honor of taking you out of this dream?” “Awake, awake! Success!” “Do you know the side effects of XGYE216 Neuron Stimulant?” “There is a 95% probability of causing hypothalamic peptide neurohormone secretion disorder within 72 hours…”

Neuron Stimulant.

Side effects.

Shen Zhuo pressed one hand to his temple, slowly sinking to his knees in dizziness.

—Thud!

“That’s how it is. Your nephew is still pure and chaste and can’t get married off for now. Even rolling in more dowry is useless.” Bai Sheng stood in the kitchen, suppressing laughter as he sent a voice message to explain the process to his uncle. “Alright, I’m busy cooking Squirrel Mandarin Fish to serve the little ancestor. Thanks, Uncle, for helping change the bed. I’ll come over to leech a meal later, bye!”

He put down the phone, heating oil in the wok while using a knife to add finishing touches to the beautifully carved mandarin fish, when he suddenly heard a muffled thud from the bathroom.

“Shen Zhuo?” Bai Sheng turned around sensitively and shouted.

No answer.

Bai Sheng’s expression changed. He rushed out of the kitchen like an arrow, arrived at the master bedroom bathroom door, and twisted the handle. Sure enough, it was locked: “Shen Zhuo! Did you fall? Open the door!”

He banged on the door twice bang bang, caring about nothing else, and kicked the door open cleanly.

Warm steam rushed out. In the semi-transparent bathroom, Shen Zhuo was half-kneeling on the ground on one knee, pressing his temple with one hand, brows knitted in pain.

“What’s wrong? Where did you hurt yourself? Don’t move, let me see!”

Bai Sheng stepped forward to help him up. Before he could check carefully, he saw Shen Zhuo raise his hand cleanly—a very tough, unquestionable gesture.

Immediately after, the Shenhai Grand Supervisor tilted his head to glance at Bai Sheng, looking him up and down with an indescribable gaze, his tone calm but with complex implications:

“What did we just do?”

…

Uh-oh, bumped awake.

Amidst the sound of rushing water, Bai Sheng fell into an unspeakable silence.

Shen Zhuo’s shirt was half open, soaked through, lips red and slightly swollen from overly rough kissing; Bai Sheng was bare-chested, four scratch marks on his abs incredibly conspicuous, sweatpants clinging to his body due to water, revealing a very obvious and awkward shape.

Eyes met, and the atmosphere solidified.

“…”

Bai Sheng chose to put down the sharp knife in his hand properly first, then turned to Shen Zhuo, stating sincerely and unquestionably:

“You were willing.”

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“That’s how it is.” An hour later, at the dining table, Bai Sheng concluded his statement thus.

Shen Zhuo had showered and changed into clean, snow-white loungewear, sitting across the table. Holding chopsticks in one hand and resting his chin in the other, he raised an eyebrow: “So last night I… with you…”

“Slept.”

“Slept means…”

” The rice is cooked. Everything that should have happened happened.”

“Happened means…”

“I will take responsibility for you. Tomorrow I’ll go to the bank and transfer the betrothal gift to your card.”

Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Bai Sheng looked at him calmly and composedly, thinking that with Shen Zhuo’s thick skin, he would absolutely be too embarrassed to ask why his body didn’t feel strange after sleeping together. But if he really asked, I’d say it’s because my bed manners are particularly good, particularly patient, and gentle.

Unexpectedly, after several minutes of silence, Shen Zhuo put down the hand supporting his chin, extended his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish, and said calmly:

“Since things have come to this, let’s eat first.”

Bai Sheng: “?!”

Shouldn’t be? Is his psychological quality that strong? Is he brewing a big one?

Even Bai Sheng began to feel uneasy, but given the delicate situation, he absolutely couldn’t disrupt the balance. He could only pretend nothing happened and shut up to eat, while constantly sizing up the Grand Supervisor opposite from the corner of his eye, trying to find any clue on that cold, beautiful face.

The Squirrel Mandarin Fish was sweet, sour, crispy, and tender; the ham and winter mushrooms were savory and delicious; the soup vegetable balls were exquisite; even the fried rice had distinct grains and color. Shen Zhuo obviously liked today’s dishes very much; his appetite was much better than yesterday, eating a bowl of rice leisurely, even having the leisure to praise the S-class’s exquisite knife skills.

Bai Sheng modestly expressed that he still needed improvement, then probed covertly: “Baby, want to eat a bit more? Does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Shen Zhuo said, “No, why?”

“Just… that…” Bai Sheng hesitated.

“Oh, no.” Shen Zhuo smiled slightly. “It must be because your bed manners are particularly good, particularly patient and gentle, dear.”

“…”

Bai Sheng felt like he was stepping on a cloud right now. The touch was so soft and light, but lightning and thunder might strike at any moment, making him unable to stop being suspicious deep inside.

“Thanks, it tasted great.” Shen Zhuo stood up, saying lightly, “I’ll help you clean up.”

“Oh, no need; how can I let you do it? Leave it to me.” Bai Sheng immediately stacked the dishes and turned calmly into the kitchen.

Shen Zhuo was just being polite anyway, having absolutely no intention of doing it, so he sat back down very peacefully. He checked his work email on his phone, confirming he hadn’t sent any misleading emails to the International General Administration during his loss of sanity. All work seemed normal for now. He casually checked his work WeChat again, and sure enough, there was an extra contact: Bai Sheng.

No need to guess; he must have added himself using the phone last night.

Shen Zhuo, a person who wouldn’t open Moments in eight hundred years, opened Bai Sheng’s Moments with almost keen interest. The latest post was a nine-grid photo of dinner. With filters, the Squirrel Mandarin Fish looked so professional and perfect. The caption read:

[Supervisor Shen clamored to eat it, had no choice but to make it fresh, barely satisfactory [Heart][Grin][Grin]]

Half an hour had passed, and this terrible caption meant no one in the entire Supervision Office dared to like it.

Shen Zhuo looked from the dining room to the kitchen. Bai Sheng had obediently put on a black T-shirt, washing dishes earnestly with a handsome face, a lollipop in his mouth. If the tuft of white hair on his head had autonomy, it would probably be forming a confused question mark right now.

“…” A trace of teasing flashed in Shen Zhuo’s eyes. “Virgin has quite the inner drama.”

Given Bai Sheng’s personality of being more at ease the more chaotic the situation, if Shen Zhuo reacted strongly, he might take advantage of it. Maybe tonight he could even capture the little swan with sweet words, licking him all over repeatedly.

But unexpectedly, Shen Zhuo had no reaction at all, his attitude calm and watertight, giving Bai Sheng a thorny feeling like a tiger trying to eat the sky—nowhere to sink his claws.

Impossible to be that calm?

Did he just accept me as his boyfriend naturally?

Bai Sheng finished cleaning up, crunching the lollipop, full of doubts but cautious. He hugged Shen Zhuo and accompanied him to handle work for a while. Seeing it was about time, he went to shower, pondering the feasibility of turning fake acting into reality while washing.

The first step of turning fake into real was definitely to find a way to lure the little swan into the same bed. As a result, when Bai Sheng came out after washing, he shockingly discovered no luring was needed. Shen Zhuo was actually already lying on the master bedroom’s big bed, leaning against the pillow reading a summary material of the HRG project.

In an instant, Bai Sheng’s mouth went dry, back muscles stiffening. He saw Shen Zhuo put down the material incredibly naturally: “Are you not sleeping yet?”

“!”

To a virgin’s ears, this was no different from a nuclear bomb. All the blood in Bai Sheng’s body rushed downwards, muscles tense, ear tips burning, climbing into bed with same-side limbs moving together.

Shen Zhuo turned off the light: “Sleep.” Then he lay down calmly.

“…”

S-class night vision was enough for Bai Sheng to see everything clearly, including Shen Zhuo’s arm resting outside the quilt. The arm lines were long and smooth, wrist bones tapering into a beautiful arc, thin and powerful, making blood vessels swell.

He involuntarily stretched his palm, knowing he could easily imprison these wrist bones with one hand, and could then enjoy everything soft and dripping wantonly.

The tough, iron-blooded Grand Supervisor, a beauty the world watched but could not break.

“…” Bai Sheng’s blood heated up all over, couldn’t help coughing, his voice burning almost hoarse: “Shen Zhuo?”

“Mmh?”

“Don’t you have anything to ask me?”

Shen Zhuo seemed to suddenly remember something: “Yes.”

Bai Sheng: “Huh?”

“Let’s break up. Feels like you’re not quite up to par.”

Bai Sheng’s entire thought process went blank for a moment: “…Huh?!”

“S-class pheromones can influence the self-will of ordinary people through specific behaviors. According to calculations, after initial intimate contact, ordinary people will experience a submission period of 24 to 72 hours, developing extreme dependence on the S-class partner to the point of losing independent will. The length of the submission period depends on the strength of the S-class pheromones. The strongest pheromones can even extend the submission period to a week.”

“…”

“I didn’t expect you to be this weak.” Shen Zhuo stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Better to end it early.”

He turned over, but the next second, he was flipped back ruthlessly. The force was terrifyingly strong. Immediately after, Bai Sheng pressed hard on top of him, pinching his chin with one hand, his smiling tone hoarse and scorching: “Playing me all night long?”

Shen Zhuo laughed, leaning back as much as possible to avoid that burning breath: “Playing you how? Didn’t you say patient and gentle… Ah!”

“Aren’t you quite spirited too, Supervisor?” In the darkness, the S-class’s eyes shone brightly like a Wolf King, laughing softly in Shen Zhuo’s ear: “Or are you only like this when touched by me?”

Intermittent kisses steamed up the vision with body heat, blurring even the concept of time to the limit. Shen Zhuo lowered his head, clenching his teeth tightly, forehead pressing hard against Bai Sheng’s neck hollow, yet was forced to arch his neck by the S-class pulling the black hair at the back of his head. His usually ice-white face looked soaked through, even the bottom of his pupils overflowing with water.

Bai Sheng sucked on that moist earlobe, asking ambiguously, “How is my service awareness?”

The next moment, click, a bullet loaded. The muzzle pressed against Bai Sheng’s jawbone. Shen Zhuo trembled from his tone to his fingertips, panting sweetly and uncontrollably: “…You better quit while you’re ahead, or I will—”

All strength was drained, as if a tide carrying subtle electric currents washed over his whole body.

Bai Sheng easily snatched the gun, unloaded the magazine, and tossed the empty gun onto the carpet under the bed.

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes, trembling, gasping for breath uncontrollably, eyelashes becoming denser as they were soaked with tears. Bai Sheng gripped his throat, using so much force he almost lifted his neck, his deep voice carrying mockery: “Trying to burn the bridge before even crossing the river, hmm?”

Shen Zhuo knew very well what kind of person Bai Sheng was, but instinctively, there was still a tremor of being threatened—an unconscious show of weakness when facing a powerful threat.

“…Don’t mess around.” He hooked one hand around the back of Bai Sheng’s neck, panting with unquellable urgency, whispering close to the S-class’s ear, “That submission period is too long. At least now really isn’t the time…”

“At least now”.

Actually, just a blank check, the kind written casually without any sincerity, but Bai Sheng bought it happily, giving a knowing, short laugh.

“Then repay me properly. Coax me with a few more nice words, seriously, coax me happy.”

He gripped Shen Zhuo’s hand. In the dimness where everything was chaotic, he said softly with a smile: “Otherwise, I’ll keep you in the submission period for ten days or half a month, sitting on me every day, without a single moment of sobriety.”

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