As the words fell, the surrounding insect noises suddenly quieted for a moment, then resumed their whispering, returning to Song Jianchu’s ears.
Mu Ye’s voice was low and mellow when softened, its sound refined by the night. Song Jianchu stood still for a few seconds, only then understanding Mu Ye’s intention. It was as if a fuse had been ignited by Mu Ye’s voice, and his heartbeat gradually intensified, resounding loudly in his chest like a ticking timer.
Returning to his senses, Song Jianchu took a deep breath, and his face quickly flushed with heat.
The words he wanted to say were right on the tip of his tongue, but Mu Ye beat him to it.
His lips moved, and he suddenly felt a little at a loss.
“Teacher Mu,” Song Jianchu clenched his fist, swallowing the throbbing of his heart, and mustered the courage to speak softly, “You…”
“Found them!”
A delighted voice came from not far away.
Song Jianchu turned around in surprise, feeling nervous for some reason. He immediately pulled Mu Ye and crouched down behind a nearby fence.
Leaning against the wooden fence next to him, Mu Ye chuckled and asked, “Why are we hiding? We’re not doing anything strange out here.”
Song Jianchu: “…”
Realizing his foolish behavior, Song Jianchu really wanted to cover his face. Blushing, he calmly explained, “They are our competitors.”
Mu Ye couldn’t resist teasing and leaned in to peck the cool facade of the boy’s face. He suppressed his laughter and agreed, “Yeah, we can’t let them find us.”
Like them, two flight guests had come out secretly to complete their mission.
Sheng Yi crouched surreptitiously on the grass, plucking a four-leaf clover and showing off to the person standing beside him, “I told you I’d find one. I’m really lucky.”
Rong Yu seemed to be dragged out unwillingly for this task, wearing a hooded coat, and he ruffled his hair, saying, “Impressive.”
Sheng Yi smiled mischievously, “Let’s make them do the milk delivery tomorrow. I don’t want to wake up so early. We’ll surprise everyone secretly.”
Rong Yu cooperated, “Sure.”
“Xiao Yu, this one’s for you,” Sheng Yi handed the four-leaf clover to Rong Yu, then lowered his head to continue searching in the grass, “I have a feeling we can find more.”
Rong Yu took the four-leaf clover, observing it silently.
“Hang, hang.”
“Yeah?”
Sheng Yi stopped and looked up as Rong Yu gently held the back of his head, then leaned down to kiss him quietly.
Song Jianchu quickly averted his eyes and took the opportunity to pull Mu Ye away, moving quickly.
Mu Ye allowed Song Jianchu to hurriedly pull him along until they reached a place where no one was around. Song Jianchu let go of his hand, took a long breath, and said, “Let’s continue searching here.”
Mu Ye lowered his eyes, looking at the boy crouching down and pulling at the grass, his ears tinged with red.
Mu Ye crouched down beside him, searching together, and turned his head, suppressing a smile, as he reminded teasingly, “Darling, you didn’t finish what you were saying earlier.”
Song Jianchu paused in his search, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Digging through the grass for clovers, Song Jianchu pretended to speak calmly, “Teacher Mu, I feel that we—”
“Annoying! I really need to have a serious talk with that crazy director someday.”
An irritated voice approached from not far away.
Song Jianchu stopped talking, and this time, Mu Ye pulled him to hide behind the feed warehouse.
Mu Ye wrapped an arm around Song Jianchu’s waist and held him against the wooden wall of the warehouse, sighing helplessly.
He didn’t want to be a family dispute mediator anymore.
“I can’t even find the keys at home, let alone a four-leaf clover. I’m not interested in walking with you.” Bai Xingyu had his hands in his pockets, impatiently searching the ground with a flashlight. He glared at the person behind him, “Hurry up and find it! Did I bring you out for a stroll?”
Lu Shen followed behind indifferently, “You came out on your own.”
Bai Xingyu pointed the flashlight upwards, casting a cool look, “Can’t you find it?”
Lu Shen seemed unaffected and replied lazily, “I can.”
Bai Xingyu’s face darkened as he lowered the flashlight.
Earlier, Song Jianchu was inexplicably nervous. He had no idea why they needed to hide this time, but he leaned against Mu Ye’s chest to remain quiet.
Mu Ye’s breathing was clear in his ears, very distinct.
Perhaps out of boredom, Mu Ye lowered his head to peck at his earlobe, nibbling on it with his teeth.
Song Jianchu’s face twitched from being bitten, and he turned his head to avoid it, warning Mu Ye with his eyes.
Mu Ye then bit his lower lip and nonchalantly teased him by gently sucking on his lip, inviting him to kiss and pass the time.
This time, Song Jianchu didn’t dare to make any sound at all. He was pressed tightly against Mu Ye’s waist and awkwardly tilted his chin upward.
Clutching Mu Ye’s coat fabric, Song Jianchu’s face and ears were burning as he prayed silently for the two of them to leave quickly.
But the feed team wasn’t leaving.
“Let’s stay here, too lazy to walk.” Bai Xingyu crouched down where Song Jianchu had just searched and looked through the grass. He raised his head with an indifferent tone, “Standing there watching? I’m only looking for my own.”
Lu Shen remarked casually, “Heartless.”
“Don’t act pitiful with me.” Bai Xingyu held the flashlight in his mouth, sneering disdainfully, “Is this your first day knowing me?”
Lu Shen chuckled meaningfully without crouching down, standing nearby searching the grass with the flashlight.
Mu Ye’s tongue slipped inside, creating a soft sound of water as it swirled. Song Jianchu blushed to the point of melting, his back suddenly tense. He tried to move backward, but Mu Ye held him by the nape, playfully deepening the kiss.
“What’s that sound?” Bai Xingyu’s martial arts training gave him keen senses, and he turned alertly, asking, “Who’s there?”
Song Jianchu widened his eyes in confusion, listening to everything happening next to him. He was pulled by Mu Ye into a small wooden house before he could catch a glimpse of the two figures on the grass.
He was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Before he could recover, Mu Ye closed the door and pressed him against it in the darkness, once again pressing his lips against his. This time, Mu Ye was no longer cautious and kissed him passionately, with traces of longing.
Their breaths mingled clearly in the silent wooden house, and soon, Song Jianchu couldn’t resist anymore, leaning his waist back. However, Mu Ye easily pulled him back.
The darkness brought a sense of secrecy, and Song Jianchu no longer held back, relaxing as he leaned against the door. He tightly bit his lip, unknowingly reaching out and touching the soft and fluffy hair buried in Mu Ye’s shoulder.
Although he couldn’t see anything, he vividly imagined some scenes from the past.
The handsome face of the man covered by the messy bangs, the seductive gray eyes shining through the strands, intoxicating and enchanting—just a glance was enough to make one’s brain flood with excitement.
Mu Ye’s breath was warm and a bit scorching.
Embarrassed, Song Jianchu closed his eyes, not daring to look down, and raised his arm meaninglessly to shield his sight.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when the scorching lips pressed against him again, the warm tongue gently and slowly intertwining with his, soothingly caressing him.
Song Jianchu attempted to reciprocate, but his wrist was caught and pressed against the cold wooden panel. Mu Ye rejected his advance, biting his cheek playfully and warning in a hoarse voice, “Darling, this won’t work to appease me.”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes and calmed his breath. His eyelids were burning, and he touched the head that lightly rubbed against his shoulder, saying, “Let’s go back to the dormitory.”
Mu Ye chuckled against his neck, “Is it enough?”
Song Jianchu feigned nonchalance but his gaze drifted awkwardly. He calmly replied with an “Mm.”
Mu Ye said, “Seems like I did well.”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes and directly covered the man’s mouth, feeling the lingering warmth on his lips, which only brought back the embarrassment he had felt a moment ago.
Mu Ye bit his finger and lifted his head.
In the darkness, Song Jianchu searched for the glimmer he had imagined, clearly seeing a certain danger hidden beneath the gentle appearance.
Those eyes were gazing deeply at him in the darkness, revealing a suppressed fervor.
“Don’t make promises you won’t keep. I’ll take them seriously,” Mu Ye pinched his face, helplessly advising, “As a leader, you can’t be soft-hearted.”
Song Jianchu looked at Mu Ye blankly.
Mu Ye leaned down and kissed him again, wiping the moisture from his lips with the back of his hand, and with a soft heart, he let him go, “Pay me back at home.”
When they left the wooden house, Song Jianchu felt quite guilty. He cautiously observed through the gap in the door, making sure there was no one on the grass outside before daring to step out.
Distracted by the series of events, Song Jianchu’s mind went blank. He had no interest in doing any more tasks and completely forgot about the unfinished conversation earlier. He just wanted to hurry back to the dormitory, hoping not to be discovered that they had gone out.
Hurriedly escaping back, Song Jianchu realized that the person behind him hadn’t caught up.
He looked back and saw that Mu Ye’s steps were unhurried. He was leisurely searching the grass with a flashlight as if nothing had happened.
Afraid of meeting anyone again and having his red face seen, Song Jianchu used his cap to cover his head and urgently whispered, “Teacher Mu, let’s go back.”
Mu Ye’s flashlight suddenly focused on a certain point. He bent down, plucked a blade of grass, and happily showed it to him, “Found it.”
Did he really find it??
Song Jianchu was stunned and curiously went to take a look.
In all his life, he had never seen an actual four-leaf clover.
Mu Ye’s lips curved happily as he spread his hand, “Found many.”
Song Jianchu used the flashlight to illuminate Mu Ye’s palm and saw a handful of little green leaves, all of them were the legendary four-leaf clovers!
The rare plant that symbolized good luck, countless pieces of it miraculously gathered together in that patch of grass they searched earlier.
While Song Jianchu was still astonished by Mu Ye’s incredible luck, Mu Ye looked up and smiled at him, saying, “Indeed, Chu Chu’s luck is exceptionally good.”
Song Jianchu raised an eyebrow in confusion, “??”
What does his luck have to do with this? It’s not like he found them.
Mu Ye squinted his eyes suggestively and said, “All of Chu Chu’s good luck has been absorbed by me.”
Song Jianchu: “…”