Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text 44, Jinjiang exclusive release

Looking at the endless warships, Xie Jun was first stunned, then he held Wen Jue's hand. He stepped onto the deck, getting closer to the edge, the aurora becoming clearer, just as uncomfortable as the oppressive weather this morning. The deck was very clean, perhaps due to the rain, a bit slippery. The rain started to fall on the umbrella, ticking away. In her hand, she held a black umbrella big enough for both of them. The loud noise did not surprise Wen Jue at all. She didn't say anything along the way, always having a purpose in mind, only stopping when they reached the shore. In the rain and fog, the huge warship looked like a stranded whale skeleton, lifeless. The emerald green of the aurora fell on the deck, each step feeling like walking on slime. The two of them kept walking, or perhaps Xie Jun followed Wen Jue. They stopped at the end of the deck, at an inconspicuous. . . corner.

Wen Jue handed the umbrella to Xie Jun. Her fingertips turned pale, and after letting go of the umbrella handle, gradually gained color. Wen Jue squatted down, lightly tapping her knuckles. Just three sounds. Thud! Thud! Thud! The crisp sound of the iron plate hitting spread slowly in the air of the warship, echoing because of the silence, making it particularly clear. Xie Jun stared at the floor, his heart also vibrating with the thudding sound. It was a piece of lifted floor, with only a gap the size of a child's wrist, enough for him to see under the floor. Just darkness. Unclear.

Accompanied by another knock from Wen Jue, Dong! Dong! Dong! Xie Jun's palm gradually became sticky, he clenched the handle of the umbrella, the peach blossom eyes gently narrowed into a line, and the color of the exposed pupils had begun to change. Wen Jue's knuckles stopped. Unsure if it was a trick of the eye, under the floor. . . began to appear. . . Seeping out from the darkness was a dark green color. . . like tearing apart the darkness with shadowy flames, not just one, the darkness was torn apart and scarred all over, a color Xie Jun was all too familiar with. One pair, two pairs, three pairs. . . even countless pairs. . . The depth of the dark green pupils varied, but in those eyes, there was only helplessness and desolation. Below. . . were people. . .

"It's a person. . . . . ."

Xie Jun whispered, gripping the umbrella handle tighter, struggling to organize his words, but unable to say anything.

This was clearly a warship, if he wasn't mistaken? This was the warship that Wen Jue had entrusted to Pei Jue Xi for the project.

Wen Jue looked up, her fingertips gently stroking the steel plate.

The voice was like the last lonely snowfall of winter.

"They are a group of star people."

Wen Jue's words explained everything, the people living beneath the floor were a group of star people, humans, the kind that all planets abhorred.

Xie Jun didn't understand why a group of star people would be imprisoned beneath the floor of a warship; the Interstellar Alliance Code only stipulated that star people were not allowed to reside as residents on any planet.

Just this.

But they are not criminals.

He dropped the umbrella in his hand, and the scene in front of him could be considered as breaking through the limits of what a person could accept.

They. . . like prisoners locked in the cramped lower deck, like a group of aliens in the entire interstellar situation, they have always been like rats crossing the street.

He struggled to try to pry open the completely sealed steel plate with his own strength.

But that gap would not budge even a bit because of his strength.

"Jun, stop."

Wen Jue's voice broke through this layer of illusion.

She grabbed Xie Jun's wrist, the man's wrist turned red from exertion, his snow-white neck also showing veins, a sense of powerlessness attacking him little by little.