Part 2
“Many of the people here are personal shoppers and mercenaries. It’s said that rich people paid tens of thousands in sourcing fees just to have them secure a freesia.”
“If you want to buy one… I don’t mean to discourage you, but it might be a bit difficult.”
Zhuang Jiqiu looked at his own small, thin holographic image and then at the tall and sturdy virtual images around him.
He expressed… he couldn’t win the fight.
“Then do you know what else [Zhuying Anxiang] sells besides freesias? Is there a small eco-zone at the shop entrance?”
“That I don’t know~ after all, I haven’t managed to squeeze inside yet.”
Hearing this, Zhuang Jiqiu’s competitive spirit was ignited.
You say I can’t squeeze into the shop?
You say I can’t buy anything?
I don’t believe it, I just have to try.
I, Zhuang Jiqiu, will definitely not admit defeat so easily.
Zhuang Jiqiu clenched his fists, his eyes firm.
All for art.
At 3:00 PM, the [Zhuying Anxiang] shop, which had its items set to list at a scheduled time, opened punctually.
Instantly, groups of oddly-shaped virtual images swarmed into the shop.
Zhuang Jiqiu, whose size was not an advantage, was pushed to the back and failed to enter in the first wave.
Just as he relied on his own efforts and finally stepped into the room, he was attracted by the small eco-zone at the door, which had been completely ignored by the personal shoppers.
His expression froze, his soul seemingly hooked by something, and he didn’t move an inch.
He stared straight at the small eco-zone without even blinking.
Was this the source of Yan You’s inspiration?
It was truly beautiful!
The blooming flowers were fragile yet beautiful, and against the backdrop of the emerald green leaves, their beauty was beyond words. His heart surged and his heartbeat accelerated.
Zhuang Jiqiu was Yan You’s roommate; his major was exhibition design.
Unlike a painter, his profession required him to gain inspiration from various things and transform that inspiration to create aesthetically pleasing exhibition layouts.
And this small eco-zone gave him a new design concept.
He had a premonition that once he completed his new design, his exhibition design skills would reach a whole new level!
“The freesias are sold out again? Dammit! How am I supposed to explain this to my employer?”
“There are still daisies, but the employer only wants freesias. Something about using freesias to chase love… I don’t think there’s much difference between freesias and daisies, why are they so picky?”
“Sigh… I’ll continue waiting tomorrow. I bet my name as the fastest mercenary in the interstellar that I’ll get a freesia tomorrow.”
Zhuang Jiqiu, who originally wanted to observe the eco-zone more, immediately ducked his head and rushed to the wooden display rack upon hearing there were still daisies in stock. He bought a daisy without hesitation.
Others only wanted freesias, but he didn’t care!
As long as it could help him create, whether it was a freesia or a daisy was all the same to him.
Only after he bought it did Zhuang Jiqiu look at the price of the daisy—the discounted price was 24,000 Star Coins.
Buying a source of inspiration for 24,000 was a steal.
Zhuang Jiqiu had never found the electronic prompt [You have successfully purchased the item ‘Daisy’…] so wonderful.
If the shop owner hadn’t set a limit, he would have wanted to buy a couple more pots just to hear that pleasant sound again.
And the artists who had come to check out the shop like Zhuang Jiqiu, seeing that most people only wanted freesias and not daisies, took advantage of the situation and bought up the daisies one after another.
Source of inspiration: GET.
“Oh, is this Phyllis? You came to buy natural plants too?”
“What a coincidence! This shop is truly fantastic. I’ve never seen a shop that makes me want to shop so much.”
“The flowers in the small eco-zone at the door are truly beautiful. It’s a pity the shop owner’s aesthetics are average. If it were me, I could make this eco-zone even more beautiful.”
…
Just as the artists were making small talk and wanted to browse the shop some more to find inspiration, several teleportation portals appeared with a “whoosh,” and everyone in the shop was teleported out because the items were sold out and the shop was closing.
The artists, encountering this for the first time, looked at each other.
No, they still wanted to look at the eco-zone some more to find inspiration!
How could they be teleported out?
Was this shop owner really this stingy?
Closing the shop as soon as they sold out. What would it hurt to keep it open a bit longer!
Zhu Ran, whom many artists had evaluated as “stingy,” slept until 1:00 PM before waking up.
Due to the accident of Z breaking in last night and his own injury, Zhu Ran hadn’t slept soundly.
A stranger lying in the room always prevented Zhu Ran from relaxing, making him instinctively alert.
At this moment, his face was pale and haggard, there were faint dark circles under his eyes, and his head felt heavy.
His entire being radiated a sense of heart-wrenching fragility.
After washing up with cold water to clear his head, Zhu Ran first went to change Z’s medicine.
When he entered Z’s room, the other party was still in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.
Zhu Ran slowly sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back Z’s blanket, then gently and quietly unwrapped all the bandages on Z’s body.
During this time, Z showed no resistance, letting Zhu Ran do as he pleased. He even rested his head on Zhu Ran’s shoulder.
Zhu Ran carefully observed the wounds on Z’s body.
The ointment made from high-tech interstellar products worked very well. In just one night, all the wounds on Z’s body had healed and scabbed over. Some minor wounds had even lost their scabs, leaving only a faint pink mark.
To make it easier to change the medicine, Zhu Ran had Z face him, resting the man’s head in the crook of his own neck while he applied the medicine and wrapped the bandages.
Because of this posture, the two were very close, creating an illusion that Zhu Ran was embracing Z.
Zhu Ran could clearly hear Z’s heartbeat and smell the scent of the ointment coming from him.
His neck also brushed against Z’s breath, and a searing, long-lasting warmth spread.
This couldn’t help but remind Zhu Ran of how Z had bitten his neck yesterday.
After Zhu Ran’s neck was treated with medicine, a night had passed, and today not a single scar remained.
But even so, this didn’t hide Z’s out-of-control behavior last night.
Zhu Ran instinctively tilted his head, moving away from Z’s head.
He refused Z’s closeness.
Zhu Ran quickly bandaged Z. He had done such things many times before, so his movements were very skilled.
He noticed that as he tightened the bandages, the muscles on Z’s broad back suddenly tensed, filled with a sense of power.
Zhu Ran stopped his movements. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
What answered him was still silent silence.
Zhu Ran thought he had bandaged too tightly, so he became even more careful.
His long fingers gently brushed over Z’s spine, arms, chest, and abdominal muscles, leaving a faint fragrance and a gentle touch.
It was as mild as a feather brushing over the skin, carrying a warm aura.
Z’s hand beneath the blanket clenched tightly.
Until Zhu Ran finished bandaging and left the room, Z remained leaning weakly against Zhu Ran’s shoulder, without waking.
Once the herbal scent mixed with sweetness faded, the Z who should have been in a deep sleep—that is, Zefaer—opened his blue-gold heterochromatic eyes.
The depths of his eyes were as deep as the ocean, with chaotic shadows surging within.
A surge of hostility rushed out like a storm.
Because of the accelerated blood flow, Zefaer’s body was already covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, and his body temperature was gradually rising.
His fair skin turned a light red due to the high temperature, and the veins on his neck and arms protruded significantly.
Emotions surged, the spiritual sea faced a loss of control, and his body became difficult to restrain.
Zefaer had actually woken up around 7:00 AM, but he had only regained consciousness and couldn’t perform any other actions.
Because of the aftereffects of the Spiritual Sea Berserk, his entire body was extremely weak; even moving an eyelid was difficult.
Zefaer simply kept his eyes closed to recover, and the scenes that happened yesterday surfaced.
He remembered everything.
For example, how he had fallen into a berserk state, and how he had instinctively come to Zhu Ran’s home through the spatial channel.
And for example… how he had pinned Zhu Ran down, greedily embracing the other party’s aura.
He recalled the touch when his hand contacted Zhu Ran’s neck, and he recalled the metallic taste of blood mixed with vanilla sweetness lingering in his mouth. He also remembered Zhu Ran’s fragile look, his face covered in cold sweat from suffocation.
And just now… Zhu Ran had been almost pressed against him to bandage his wounds, snapping Zefaer’s last shred of reason.
His breathing was heavy, his consciousness blurred again—Zefaer was about to lose control.
No… I can’t hurt anyone else.
His remaining reason made Zefaer bury his head in the soft and fluffy blanket, then he took a deep breath, greedily drawing in the intoxicating fragrance.
That part of the blanket was where Zhu Ran had just been sitting, and it still held the unique scent belonging to him.
Although the scent was mixed with other plant smells and wasn’t pure, Zefaer could accurately capture Zhu Ran’s aura. Then… his spiritual power scrambled to wrap around the “vanilla sugar,” invading it, then dominating and possessing it.
Having received the comfort of the vanilla sugar, his spiritual sea quieted down, and Zefaer found his reason again.
He closed his eyes, clearing all the chaotic thoughts from his mind. When he opened them again, his eyes had regained their clarity.
But the veins on his neck that had yet to subside showed that his current emotions were anything but calm.
After Zefaer took a few deep breaths, he regained his usual composed manner as a superior.
He first contacted Xiu Nai: [Release news that I am seriously injured and unconscious from a Spiritual Sea Berserk.]
Soon, Xiu Nai replied to him: [Your Majesty, you’re awake! I’ll release the news right away.]
[Since you’re awake, do you need me to pick you up now for further treatment? Or will you stay at Zhu Ran’s place for a few more days?]
Zefaer pondered for a moment: [I’ll stay here at Zhu Ran’s today.]
[Prepare the suppressor and the interrogation room.]
Xiu Nai: [But Your Majesty, your body…]
Zefaer: [Go prepare.]
Xiu Nai had no choice but to comply: [Yes.]
After sending the message, Zefaer looked at the white blanket he had made a mess of, his eyes profound.
The faint scent of vanilla sugar still lingered around him; it wasn’t as rich as yesterday, yet it made Zefaer’s imagination run wild.
He unconsciously brushed his hand over the blanket covering him—the texture was so soft… like the feeling of Zhu Ran’s skin.
In the next moment, Zefaer’s fingers exerted force, the veins on the back of his hand becoming prominent, filled with a sense of control.
He gripped the blanket tightly in his palm.
Undercurrents surged.
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