klisemfg Chapter 203 Interstellar Wilderness Star Farmer 14
Chapter 203 Interstellar Wilderness Star Farmer 14
When Ji Xiaosong and Rongrong returned, Dai Lixing was still unconscious.
Morning light streamed through the carved window lattice, casting dappled patterns of light on Dai Lixing's eyelashes.
Ji Xiaosong lay on the edge of the bed, twirling a pale golden spiritual energy ball between her fingertips, watching it flicker like a firefly between the man's brows.
"You lazybones, the sun's already high in the sky!"
Use the spirit ball to poke the tip of his upturned nose, watching the ball sink into his soft skin and bounce back up, just like a hopping canary.
Dai Lixing frowned unconsciously and buried his face in the pillow.
The energy ball suddenly "whooshed" into his collar.
Ji Xiaosong rested her chin on her hand and watched it slide down her collarbone, forming a playful little bump under her inner garment.
As the sphere reached the heart, the man's eyelashes fluttered violently, and a muffled "Song Song..." escaped his throat.
"That's right!"
Ji Xiaosong's eyes curved into crescent moons, and her fingertips touched his heart.
"As a reward, you'll have to eat this cute little ball!"
The energy ball instantly turned into golden dust, seeping into his skin through her fingertips.
Dai Lixing twitched suddenly, then pulled her into his arms, rubbing his forehead against her neck like a spoiled big cat.
"ah!"
Ji Xiaosong felt ticklish from his rubbing and giggled as she pushed his shoulder.
"You little liar pretending to be asleep!"
But they found that his breathing was still deep and even, clearly still fast asleep.
In the morning light, the man's ear tips were flushed with a suspicious blush, and fine beads of sweat clung to his eyelashes as his palm unconsciously caressed the soft flesh of her waist.
Ji Xiaosong suddenly bit his earlobe and tugged it gently: "When you wake up, you have to come with me to the back mountain to pick dew-covered grass."
Her fingertips traced the throbbing pulse in his wrist, and the golden threads formed from the spiritual energy orb were traveling along his blood vessels toward his heart.
A clear bird song drifted in from outside the window, and Dai Lixing's fingertips suddenly gripped her wrist.
Ji Xiaosong thought he was about to wake up, but she saw him turn over again, bury his face in her neck and continue to sleep, his breath carrying a faint scent of ambergris.
"I was too greedy..."
Ji Xiaosong smiled and brushed the tip of his nose with the end of her hair. Seeing him frown in his sleep, she quietly got up.
In the morning light, her shadow overlapped with the boy's, forming a pattern of two carp sleeping side by side on the ground.
"Ah Song, why hasn't he woken up yet? Didn't you erase his memory? Why does it feel like he still remembers?"
Ji Xiaosong left the bedroom, went to the strawberry patch in the vegetable garden, casually picked a strawberry, and slowly replied:
"I only erased his memories of last night; I didn't tamper with any other memories. The reason he's acting this way is most likely because he still thinks he's dreaming."
Sure enough, not long after, Dai Lixing slowly woke up.
When Dai Lixing suddenly awoke, the morning light was casting the shadows of the carved window lattice onto the bed curtains.
He pressed his throbbing temples, his fingertips touching a damp patch—his own cold sweat.
"How did I end up in Xiaosong's bedroom?"
The sandalwood-scented bedding, mixed with the scent of a young girl, enveloped his strong body. The man looked down and saw that he was only wearing his undergarments, the collar of which was crooked and open.
On the bedside table sat a half-cup of cooled ginseng tea, with lipstick stains still on the rim.
"last night……"
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his memories, like crumpled pieces of rice paper, swirled in his mind.
The burning sensation of a high fever, the warmth of soft lips touching the space between the eyebrows, and that smiling "You're being greedy."
"Knock knock."
Ji Xiaosong pushed open the door and came in carrying a celadon bowl, a newly opened peony tucked into her hair.
Dai Lixing reflexively pulled the blanket over his upper body, his ear tips turning so red they looked like they could bleed.
"Xiao Song, I..."
"Eat your porridge!"
Ji Xiaosong shoved the bowl into his arms, the porcelain spoon clinking against the rim of the bowl.
"You had a high fever yesterday and were talking nonsense. You wouldn't let me leave, so I had no choice but to sleep with you."
Dai Lixing choked and coughed, not even noticing the scalding hot porridge splashing onto the back of his hand.
He noticed the faint red marks on the girl's neck and suddenly remembered the soft, warm skin he had bitten in his dream.
"It really is just..."
"if not?"
Ji Xiaosong suddenly leaned closer, their noses almost touching.
The morning light shattered like gold foil in her eyes. "What else do you intend to do to me?"
The man withdrew his hand as if burned, but his lower back pressed against the cold bedpost.
He saw that when Ji Xiaosong turned around, strands of her hair brushed against the pillow he had slept on the night before, leaving a clear indentation.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's all in the past, there's nothing to worry about. I'm going out now, the tomato seedlings still need watering."
As soon as Ji Xiaosong turned to leave, Dai Lixing lifted the covers and got out of bed, only to find half of his torn undergarment at the foot of the bed.
The fabric was stained with dark red blood, like marks from being scratched by sharp claws.
"Xiao Song!"
He clutched the fabric and rushed out the door, only to see the girl squatting in the vegetable patch watering the tomato seedlings, the morning light gilding the ends of her hair.
When she turned around at the sound, her fingertips were still covered in dirt, and her little tiger teeth gleamed as she smiled.
"what's wrong?"
Dai Lixing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he blurted out as if possessed: "Last night...did we...?"
"Pfft!"
Ji Xiaosong suddenly laughed out loud, took a strawberry out of her apron pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Are you having too many erotic dreams? You had a high fever and were talking nonsense all night, I didn't even take your clothes off."
The man stood frozen in place, biting into a sweet and sour strawberry, watching the girl skip away into the distance. Suddenly, he noticed a few salt stains on the hem of her skirt.
A breeze rustled through the copper bells under the eaves, their tinkling sounds mingling with Ji Xiaosong's lighthearted humming:
"A warm spring nap is bathed in the fragrance of ambergris, and the one beside me is more beautiful than a crabapple blossom."
Dai Lixing touched his chest, where the tingling sensation from the movement of the spirit energy ball still lingered, though he had no idea what it was.
Today, his spaceship was repaired.
I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave at all.
But the responsibility on my shoulders remains; I can't just walk away.
With a sigh, Dai Lixing returned to the spaceship to continue his repairs.
After all the tests were completed and found to be successful, he disembarked from the spaceship and went to the back mountain.
There's a dewdrop plant there that Xiaosong mentioned, so I'll transplant one onto my spaceship.
I don't even know if I'll survive.
If not, then make it into a specimen.
Just after placing the dewdrop grass on the spaceship, Ji Xiaosong smelled the aroma of caramel wafting from the kitchen as she stepped off. She was standing on tiptoe, reaching for the honey jars in the cupboard.
Dai Lixing walked over as if possessed: "I'll do it."
The moment his warm chest pressed against her back, he saw the blush on the tips of the girl's ears, just like in his dream the night before.
Just as Dai Lixing's fingertips touched the honey jar, Ji Xiaosong suddenly poked his waist with her finger.
Sweet honey was spilled on the stove, and golden syrup dripped down the girl's wrist, forming glistening threads in the morning light.
"Hey! It's all because your arms are so long!"
As Ji Xiaosong turned around, she deliberately bumped into his arms, her honey-smeared fingertips drawing a crooked heart on his clothes.
"Want me to lick it clean?"
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the cabinet.
The peony in the girl's hair brushed against his chin, its sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of honey filling his nostrils, and the sensation of the broken lips he had bitten in his dream last night suddenly became vivid again.
"Stop fooling around, Xiao Song."
His voice was hoarse, like a rusty gear, "I...have to go."
Ji Xiaosong suddenly tiptoed and licked the honey off his lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyelashes casting a sly shadow under her eyes.
"So what if the spaceship is repaired? You clearly don't want to leave."
Her fingertips slid down his taut arm to his wrist, and the golden threads formed from her spiritual energy lit up the moment they touched.
Dai Lixing suddenly took half a step back, his lower back hitting the cold tiles.
The salt stains on the girl's skirt were now rubbing against his trouser legs, as if reminding him of the torn undergarment and bloodstains from the previous night.
He suddenly remembered the dew-covered grass that had just been transplanted in the cargo hold of the spaceship. He had picked it from the back mountain earlier, and its roots were still covered with the morning dew that Ji Xiaosong loved most.