Chapter 97 - Xue Zhuo

After bidding farewell to the inexplicable Zhou Guangkai, Xiao Lan found a new training room and was once again in the thick of the action.

 

It is true that life is about movement.

 

Xiao Lan left the training ground refreshed after a good day of fighting.

 

I'm sure it's better to fight, and the whole thing is in a comfortable state with more exercise.

 

Xiao Lan feels that the most important issue now is how to survive in this Advent world, and that it is useless to think too much about other things.

 

When it comes to Luo, it's better to do what you have to do.

 

When Xiao Lan saw Luo's slightly foul-looking face when he got back to his room, he had calmed down and greeted him as usual: "I'm back."

 

"Welcome back." Luo smiles, as always, at the sight of Xiao Lan's return to form.

 

Today he is preparing Earl Grey, a mellow black tea with aromas of bergamot, creating a unique and refreshing flavour.

 

Xiao Lan sits on the sofa and slowly savours the taste of Earl Grey tea.

 

He used to be unable to tell the difference between each type of tea, and even thought that tea was no better than water. But after meeting Luo and tasting countless types of tea from each other's hands, he gradually came to understand why those who love tea love it.

 

This warm, uncontentious yet long aroma, combined with a soft palate, always carries a peaceful taste of ageing.

 

It is no wonder that afternoon tea is such a traditional leisure activity.

 

"Would you like to go to the spa, sir, as the weather has turned cooler recently?" Luo's voice came from the side.

 

"A spa?" Xiao Lan said.

 

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"Yes, I've created a spa on a mountain that's not yet open for business, so this is the perfect time for you to go and experience it." Luo's tone was as simple as saying I'm ready to go out and get some sun.

 

Xiao Lan has reached a point where he is at peace with Luo's earning power and is not the least bit curious as to how Luo manages to make so much money while only returning to reality for a few days a month.

 

Not at all, really.

 

True ...... of ......

 

"You can tell me where there are shortcomings, so it will be easier to follow up with improvements." Luo continued, "I've put in place tight security measures throughout the mountain, so if an outsider enters, an alarm will sound from the foot of the mountain, and you won't have to worry about security."

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Where on earth do you find the time!

 

Xiao Lan remembered that when they were in the real world, they had left not long after the attack, and Luo had actually arranged for security at the hot spring lodge at that time, which was terrifyingly efficient.

 

Since Luo had made such good arrangements, what reason could he have to refuse?

 

--

 

It was evening when the two returned to the real world.

 

The moment she stepped on the floor of her house, Xiao Lan heard a howl from outside her window.

 

"Owwww ...... owwww ...... owwww ......"

 

The cries sounded miserable and miserable, with a sense of lonely sadness in the dead of night that made people's hearts well up in sympathy.

 

The voice is quite familiar, it's Tie Hanhan.

 

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It seems that without asking too many questions, the story of Tie Hanhan's love affair has come to an end. Let's hope that the love-struck Erhu boy will grow out of this relationship, just like what Zhang Daji said.

 

Afterwards, Xiao Lan went to bed.

 

And Luo didn't need the sleep, he took advantage of the evening to arrange a private flight straight away for the next morning, how could the gentleman waste such precious time returning to the real world on pointless waiting.

 

By the way, he contacted the shop where he had previously ordered the car and asked them to send over his custom-made Bugatti Veyron.

 

At the same time, the security system that had been arranged before leaving was operational. The security around the villa is now no longer the same level as before. The house, which looks no different from usual, is actually monitored even if an ant passes by the door.

 

While Xiao Lan slept unconsciously, Luo's nights were very busy.

 

The next morning.

 

The two packed up and went out just in time to run into Master Zhang who was hard at work in the yard.

 

Next to him is Tie Hanhan, happily munching on a slipper, the remains of which are still scattered around him.

 

It seems that as long as you can still tear your home apart, the worry of losing your love cannot defeat it.

 

"Good morning, Grandpa Zhang." Xiao Lan greeted Grandpa Zhang.

 

Luo also nods in greeting to the other side at the same time.

 

Master Zhang was happy to see Xiao Lan and the two of them: "Good morning, Little Xiao, you are back, you look good."

 

"We've been having a pretty good time lately and we're going to take advantage of the few days we have free to go out and have some fun." Xiao Lan pointed to the suitcase Luo was pulling, then his eyes turned to Master Zhang's yard, "Your vegetable patch looks awesome, every one of them is watery."

 

He really didn't mean this compliment as an exaggeration or a consolation. The vegetable patch in front of him looked lush and green, and every single vegetable was fresh and tender, even the fine vegetables from the supermarket were at this level.

 

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To have this kind of result in a yard where you have a second ha is nothing short of a miracle in the history of mankind.

 

"Alas ......" moncler outlet store Zhang smiled but did not rejoice, instead he sighed, " Tie Hanhan has already chewed up all my vegetables, these were flown in for me by my son from a special breeding base that has only just been fully housed."

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

What a way to grow a farm exclusive to Kryptonian players.

 

It is thought that Mr Zhang's son, the current Mr Zhang, is worried about balancing his father's hobby of both keeping and growing vegetables.

 

--

 

It was a great time saver, as we only had to arrive 20 minutes beforehand, and there were no restrictions on knives or liquids during security.

 

A few hours later.

 

When the two got off the plane, Luo had arranged for a shuttle bus to take them directly to where the spa lodge was located.

 

Xiao Lan looked at the endless "mountains" in front of him and was shocked. In his conception, weren't mountains just one? What was this feeling of being surrounded by mountains in front of him?

 

It was as if he had walked into some kind of attraction.

 

At the foot of Xiao Lan are rolling hills, and from halfway up they are covered in snow, dotted with red plum groves, their delicate red colours set off by the surrounding snow.

 

With the mountain breeze, the snowflakes seem to dance among the red plums, and the air takes on a vague scent of plum blossom.

 

It truly looks like a worldly wonderland.

 

In the midst of this beauty, the spa lodge stands quietly.

 

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The roofline is spacious and gentle, like the wings of a bird, and the overall colour palette is simple and clean, without the pretensions of Ming and Qing architecture, making it particularly dignified and elegant.

 

Surrounded by this snowy landscape and red plums, it is as if the lodge was originally one with them.

 

Xiao Lan couldn't resist saying, "It's so beautiful here."

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Luo did not boast, but simply said lightly, "As you like, you can come out for a walk if you want to get some exercise before you finish soaking in the hot springs, and all the plum woods here belong to my private domain."

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

The poor negative bourgeoisie felt the invisible descending blow from the landed gentry.

 

Once inside the spa lodge, Xiao Lan finds that the interior of the lodge is just as classical Tang style as the exterior, with all sorts of modern things cleverly hidden away, all in harmony and order.

 

After a sumptuous dinner made of mountain treasures.

 

Luo took him to the private hot spring bath, the finest in the entire lodge.

 

It was a separate courtyard with its own exquisite hot spring pool, even the introduced spring water was separate from the rest of the pool.

 

There is also an extremely large red plum in the courtyard, I don't know how old it is, with branches stretching all the way to the edge of the pool, and when you look up from a dip in the pool you can admire the red plums in full bloom overhead, with plum blossoms occasionally drifting down into the pool water.

 

After changing, Xiao Lan enters the pool first with a towel wrapped around her waist.

 

He soaked in the hot springs and felt his body stretch out.

 

The warm water moistens his naturally tanned, cool white skin and his well-muscled body without a hint of fat, giving him a little warmth all over.

 

Xiao Lan is lying on the edge of the pool, not wanting to move at all.

 

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His eyes are half-squinted, looking lazy and harmless. A red plum is blown off the branch by the wind and falls slowly to the top of his hair, and Xiao Lan does not bother to take it off.

 

Looking at him now, one can't associate him at all with the crispness of his hands.

 

Xiao Lan can't recall how long it has been since he has been in a hot spring, his busy and poor life has kept him from even getting into the bathtub a few times and bathing is basically a shower solution.

 

Relaxing in such a quaint yet sophisticated environment is still an experience never before experienced.

 

"This is a special wine made in the mountain village called Xue Zhuo, would you like to try it?" Luo's voice came from a short distance away.

 

Xiao Lan turned his head to see that Luo had taken off his meticulous three-piece suit and was, like him, wrapping a towel around his waist only, his beautiful muscular body just fully on display and was shifting in small increments with every movement he made.

 

His hair, a little wet from the snow along the way, was no longer so neat, but looked lazy and casual.

 

Luo places the wooden tray in his hand on the stone at the edge of the pool and enters it.

 

The warm spring water drenched his body a little, a few drifting snowflakes on his shoulders, melted by his no longer cold body heat, turning into droplets that slid down his chest, following the lines of his muscles all the way down, from his chest to his abs finally hidden in the pool of water on his waist trail, no more.

 

With a smile and a low voice, Luo said to Xiao Lan, "Sir, are you looking at me?"

 

Between the vapours and the lights, the image is simply...

 

Desire to the point of no return.

 

It is like the ghostly legends of the dormant spirits in the mountains, which can devour you if you are not careful.

 

Xiao Lan suddenly felt his breath tighten a little.

 

He hurriedly shook the water out of his head and coughed lightly, "Ahem ...... that ...... what wine?"

 

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"Huh." Luo smiled, unfazed by Xiao Lan's digression.

 

Luo reached for the white porcelain decanter on a tray by the sink, he handed it to Xiao Lan, it was small and delicate enough to hold in one hand, "This is a wine I had the master brewer make especially for the lodge, the red plums and new snow from the mountains were added to the brew, try it."

 

Xiao Lan reaches out to take it, and it is warm to the touch, so Luo has already warmed the wine in advance.

 

The wine is soft and silky on the palate, with a slight hint of plum and a touch of sweetness, and a fresh, mellow aroma that makes you want to drink it again and again.

 

"This is a nice wine, it goes well with this cottage." Xiao Lan couldn't resist the compliment, "It's called Xue Zhuo isn't it?"

 

"Yes, your praise is the best compliment for it." Luo also picked up the decanter and drank to the beauty of the surroundings.

 

Partly to ease his own embarrassment and partly because Xue Zhuo was really good at drinking, Xiao Lan soon drank the whole jug, so Luo brought several more pots on his tray, enough to keep him entertained.

 

Luo deliberately forgot to tell Xiao Lan that Xue Zhuo has "灼" in its name because although the wine is soft, the strength is actually very high, and an average person would be almost drunk after one jug.

 

Before you know it, Xiao Lan has consumed several pots.

 

He was actually a very good drinker, but he couldn't handle the power of several jugs of Xue Zhuo.

 

Then he began to feel that the whole world was distinctly different, and an indescribable joy and happiness hovered in his heart.

 

Xiao Lan's cheeks flushed with wine and he turned to Luo and said, "Luo, you look great."

 

Luo had a rare look of surprise, not expecting his shy host to give him a straight ball as soon as he arrived.

 

Xiao Lan looked at Luo with a smile on her face, "Better looking than Grandpa Zhang!"

 

Luo: "......"

 

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What is it about being complimented but not feeling happy?

 

Xiao Lan moved closer to him, staring intently, his breath brushing Luo's cheek so softly that Luo could see his own reflection in his eyes and felt as if he was about to have a real heartbeat.

 

Xiao Lan said seriously, "It looks better than Tie Hanhan too!"

 

Luo: "......"

 

Well, his husband may have been a little too drunk.

 

It seems that Xue Zhuo's brewing method would be better modified.

 

Xiao Lan and Luo look at each other for a few seconds before he reaches out his hand, as if to caress Luo's cheek, and the distance between them gets closer and closer, Luo can clearly feel the warmth of Xiao Lan's body at this moment.

 

Luo waited with bated breath.

 

As he could already feel the heat of his fingertips touching his cheek, Xiao Lan suddenly fell headlong, his whole body collapsing on top of Luo's.

 

Luo hurriedly held out his hand to help him, "Sir?"

 

Xiao Lan is unresponsive and appears to be asleep, his eyes quietly closed, his head resting on Luo's shoulder, his whole body a little hot from the booze and the spa.

 

Luo gazed at Xiao Lan's quiet sleeping face, and for a moment did not speak or make any movement.

 

I don't know when he started, but he couldn't take his eyes off Xiao Lan.

 

Maybe it was the not-so-long companionship, maybe it was Xiao Lan's support in times of crisis, maybe it was Xiao Lan's strength and optimism ...... Xiao Lan never complained, his eyes were always hopeful, and he never asked anything of Luo, but Luo just He never asked for anything from Luo, but Luo just couldn't help but give him more.

 

This man is like a light in the night, always constantly catching Luo's eye.

 

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It doesn't matter if you want to get closer, even if you get burnt.

 

Luo found that he could no longer stand to have someone else take his place.

 

After a few moments, Luo reached out and lifted Xiao Lan's forehead hair.

 

Gently, he dropped a kiss on his forehead.

 

"Good night, sir."

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