The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Chapter 16: Approaching

Chapter 16: Approaching

Seeing Zhuang Jingchun's somewhat mysterious expression, Xu Xizhou suddenly became curious, and decisively left Wang Miao, who was still chattering, and followed him.

Zhuang Jingchun drove him to the top of the mountain.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, and the wind on the top of the mountain carried a sharp chill. Xu Xizhou wrapped his down jacket tightly, and when he got out of the car, he saw an eggshell-like translucent building on the grass.

"what is this?"

"See for yourself."

With an inquisitive look on Xu Xizhou's face, he decisively twisted open the wooden door of the eggshell. He got into it, only to find that there was a hole in it. The large white air-cushioned bed was laid on a moisture-proof carpet, and there was an oak wardrobe beside the bed, and a pair of binoculars was also mounted. The curved glass roof stretched out in front of him, and he could clearly see the night sky flickering with cold stars.

Xu Xizhou walked to the telescope, adjusted the angle and glanced at it, and suddenly exclaimed in amazement.

"This is too clear, even Sagittarius can see it, where did you get it?"

"I checked some strategies." Zhuang Jingchun's tone was flat.

Xu Xizhou looked a little surprised when he saw that he took off his coat and hung it in the cabinet, and then took out the blanket and bedding from it.

"Are we... spending the night here?"

"Do you want to go back to the hotel and continue listening to the voice next door?"

Xu Xizhou quickly shook his head. This eggshell cottage is isolated from the world, and you can enjoy the night sky when you sleep at night, which is much more interesting than staying in a hotel.

Xu Xizhou yawned after looking at the stars in the binoculars for a while. Zhuang Jingchun sat on the bedside and read a book. Seeing that he didn't take off his clothes, he got into the bed and couldn't help but tap on his head.

"There's no heat here, it'll be cold at night. Take off your clothes and cover."

Xu Xizhou hummed in a daze, took off his sweater and coat and threw them on the quilt. The two were originally separated by some distance, but he was probably afraid of the cold, so he unconsciously moved to the seat where Zhuang Jingchun was sitting.

Zhuang Jingchun turned a page of the book, and when he lowered his head, he saw Xu Xizhou's head leaning against his leg. The boy's black hair, which had not been dried a long time ago, was messed up, his thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and he snuggled up beside him like a puppy attached to his master.

Zhuang Jingchun didn't know how she came up with this strange metaphor. His irritable mood all day calmed down inexplicably, and his chest was filled with tenderness that he didn't realize.

Everything was quiet, and even the whistling of the wind stopped, the whole world seemed to be the only ones left, and everything became distant and blurry.

Xu Xizhou had a rare good night's sleep. The morning sun shone in and fell on his eyelids with warmth. He turned over and slowly opened his eyes, what caught his eye was a deep and handsome face.

The warm golden morning light dyed the man's hair almost blond. Under the sun, his long eyelashes were clearly rooted and curled.

Xu Xizhou felt itchy when he saw it, he couldn't help reaching out and brushed his eyelashes. The next second, the man frowned unconsciously, he hurriedly retracted his mischievous hand, and stared at him cautiously.