Part 3
But the little alien’s experience was all theoretical after all. Reading more was not as good as practicing a few times.
Unlike Jiang Shulu who had seen him through inside and out in his dreams, he could judge Tang Yue’s enthusiasm with his lips.
Then measuring the depth Tang Yue didn’t know himself, as if going to the depths of his heart, the want hollowed out by five years of separation.
Want and still want.
Tang Yue thought dazedly: I originally wanted to see the Captain’s study first.
Just glanced at it just now, feeling like I saw copper flowers.
Is it my illusion?
But the bouquet of silver sheet copper flowers in the car was obviously handmade, the love Tang Yue briefly mentioned in the interview back then.
Becoming a vow on the sports car seat years later. In the eyes of others, his contradictory interview was a gift worth preparing seriously.
Tang Yue thought: When did the Captain make the first bouquet of copper flowers?
But every time he opened his mouth to ask something, his heart seemed to be knocked away.
Couldn’t say complete sentences at all, all broken whimpers.
Tang Yue: “Don’t be like this, agreed, I want…”
The corners of his eyes were red. The aliens of Planet 9787 had no superpowers, just the ability to have a child.
Just very prone to overflowing at such times.
Tang Yue: “I… we agreed.”
Jiang Shulu laughed. He kissed away the tears Tang Yue shed: “Then grab my shoulders.”
Tang Yue couldn’t speak.
Jiang Shulu: “Can you do it?”
Tang Yue glared at him.
Jiang Shulu laughed again.
Actually, there was a lot to say.
A lot to ask, but at this time there was no desire to elaborate.
Just make up for what was missed in these five years.
Finally, after Jiang Shulu washed Tang Yue, his fingers brushed over the scar on Tang Yue’s abdomen, and his heart suddenly sank.
He asked Tang Yue: “I just…”
Tang Yue squinted, his voice light: “It doesn’t matter.”
Jiang Shulu: “Why?”
It was already three in the morning. Tang Yue’s phone by the bed was still flashing; it was group chats and message notifications from some apps that hadn’t been turned off.
Countless people stayed up all night, waiting to follow up on the news, waiting to grab front-line interviews.
Some waited for the Captain and member of the former top boy band to make a more formal official announcement.
There were also netizens constantly bumping posts, attempting to dig out the undercurrents of the Captain and the maknae back then.
Tang Yue shrank under the quilt, his cheek pressed against Jiang Shulu’s chest: “I had surgery when giving birth to Xiao Yue.”
His voice was wrapped in heavy drowsiness, but his hand still went to pinch Jiang Shulu’s earlobe; the bad habit became another kind of warmth.
Tang Yue thought: Isn’t it just that the condoms ran out in the end?
He was dazed, unable to distinguish whether it was a subconscious lie or he urgently wanted another one.
Will Yi-jie scold me if she knows?
Her manicured fingers poking me still hurt a bit.
Jiang Shulu: “Did anyone in your family do this before?”
Tang Yue’s current state was a bit like a cat forced to stop catnip after one sniff and then taking it again, shaking his head with a face full of satisfaction.
Jiang Shulu paused again and said sorry: “Forgot your family situation.”
He still hesitated in his heart. For example, Tang Yue’s strange behaviors; he found it hard to be logically consistent like Yao Lixin and Liu Xichao.
Probably because Jiang Shulu’s eyes fell on him for too long, Tang Yue opened his eyes with difficulty, reached out and fished, asking stickily: “Still coming? I really don’t have a drop left.”
After speaking, he said “Ah” again: “I’ll die if we do it again, or I use my mouth…”
Jiang Shulu covered his mouth. At this time, he felt that his age was just a number; he didn’t expect Tang Yue to be so outspoken.
Tang Yue grabbed his hand. After breaking free, he leaned over and touched Jiang Shulu’s face: “Shulu-ge is shy.”
Jiang Shulu hummed: “So much talk when you’re tired?”
Tang Yue: “Jiang Shulu.”
Jiang Shulu hummed.
Tang Yue: “Xiao… Chou.”
He paused, fingers slowly tracing Jiang Shulu’s eyebrows and eyes: “Sounds so unhappy.”
Jiang Shulu: “That was given by my mother.”
Tang Yue: “Sorry, I took the liberty of naming Xiao Mie.”
Jiang Shulu held Tang Yue’s finger on his lips, “You never let me down; it was me who hurt you…”
Tang Yue: “I was willing.”
He grabbed Jiang Shulu’s hand and placed it on his abdomen.
That scar had actually faded a lot.
Liang Yi spent a lot of money to hire a top international team and told Tang Yue that this wasn’t the first case in the world; this team had also performed surgery on a male in the country.
Just confidential information; otherwise, Liang Yi wanted to find the other party for Tang Yue to exchange experiences.
They didn’t suspect Tang Yue’s alien identity.
After all, compared to male pregnancy, aliens seemed scarier.
Tang Yue’s palm covered the back of Jiang Shulu’s hand and called out “Brother” again.
Tang Yue: “You’re so smart; you suspected me so early.”
Jiang Shulu shook his head: “Not suspected, but convinced. And I want to hear you tell me personally.”
Tang Yue shrank into Jiang Shulu’s arms; their breaths intertwined, seemingly the ear-to-ear intimacy written in the book.
Grinding Tang Yue’s mind to waver; he said no just now, now he wanted to do it again.
Even though the feeling of being penetrated still lingered, his eyelids were fighting again.
Tang Yue: “The child is yours.”
His voice carried a hazy drowsiness, still incredibly pleasant, repeating word for word—
“Tang Yue secretly gave birth to Jiang Shulu’s child.”
Jiang Shulu: “If you told me then…”
The little alien sighed again: “If only I realized earlier that this wasn’t a book.”
Tang Yue reached down and said nonchalantly: “It’s all in the past.”
Jiang Shulu groaned from his pinch; he originally wanted to ask what book but was pinched back.
Tang Yue whispered again: “Can we do it again? I seem to be ready again.”
Jiang Shulu: “You need to rest.”
Tang Yue: “I’m not an ordinary person; I can give birth, so I can recover quickly.”
Jiang Shulu endured for a while, and asked when Tang Yue was most confused: “Then where are you from?”
Tang Yue opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him. The eyebrows and eyes of the person he liked were handsome under the dim night light; it was the three-dimensionalization of black and white words.
It was the object of throbbing he felt along with the fans in the book due to the side description when he read on Planet 9787.
The book wrote: At that moment, Tang Yue felt he was done for; he actually wanted to possess Jiang Shulu.
At this moment, Tang Yue got Jiang Shulu’s inseparable entanglement, but still wanted more.
Doing this kind of thing with the person you like really has the joy of soul taking off, making even thinking incoherent. Tang Yue blurted out—
“Planet 9787.”
Jiang Shulu: “Where is that?”
Sure enough, an alien, but is this a place he can reach?
But the young man under him, who grew up from a boy in Jiang Shulu’s eyes, seemed to feel the other party’s panic at this second, turned over and looked down at Jiang Shulu.
Tang Yue: “I won’t leave.”
Even if planets collide with the earth.
The person in front of him is no longer a person in a book, but the person he loves.
Tang Yue hummed: “Captain, I think you can’t leave me.”
He received a wet whisper, a common yet special three-word response.
I-Love-You.
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