As the heart of the entire Federation, the Capital Planet’s starport was its most bustling hub. Countless starships departed and landed there every day, regardless of whether it was day or night. When Feng Zhixi and Ji Yeran arrived, they were greeted by a vista of brilliant, never-ending lights.
As the largest starport on the planet, it saw a constant, surging tide of people: youth, the elderly, children, couples, and families. This bustling, vibrant scene left the sheltered Little Light Ball utterly stunned. “( ⊙o⊙ ) Whoa, so many people~”
The pinkish-pink ball hopped left and right, bouncing incessantly like a restless marble. It made Feng Zhixi’s head spin just watching it, and he even felt a twinge of regret for bringing it along.
Ji Yeran naturally took Feng Zhixi’s hand, his eyes filled with a gentle warmth. “Let’s go.”
Feng Zhixi looked at the man’s effortless gesture, then down at his own captured hand. He followed along at a leisurely pace, asking, “Where to?” He didn’t want to go to the Lanli Research Institute just yet; the real show wouldn’t start until tomorrow.
“Home,” Ji Yeran answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Home? Feng Zhixi arched an eyebrow but followed him quietly to the starport’s skycar storage bay.
Once Ji Yeran finished verifying his credentials, a blindingly bright red skycar was retrieved without any warning. Its iconic deep crimson hue and flamboyant silhouette clearly marked it as the latest limited-edition "Dazzle Series" skycar.
The ostentatious vehicle instantly drew the gazes of everyone nearby. Countless people in the starport looked over with curiosity and envy.
Seeing this incredibly flashy, "peacocking" red skycar, Feng Zhixi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced at Ji Yeran, and for a moment, he seemed to see the green-haired, chuunibyou teenager from years ago. Sure enough, no matter how refined and gentlemanly this man acted now, he couldn't hide the chuunibyou nature buried in his bones.
Unable to forget the image of that chuunibyou youth with his shock of green hair, Feng Zhixi’s eyes curved into a smile full of playful mockery.
“...” Seeing this eye-searing skycar, the Warden—who hadn't returned to the Capital Planet since his rebirth—fell silent. He suddenly remembered that ten years ago, he hadn't quite cured his chuunibyou phase yet. Consequently, his younger self seemed to have collected a lot of... questionable things.
Suddenly recalling certain forgotten memories of his past, the reborn Warden briefly considered not going back to his residence. What should he do? There was too much "dark history," and he hadn't had time to hide it yet.
“Didn't you say we were going home?” Feng Zhixi stood beside him, his eyes brimming with laughter. He tilted his head, enjoying the rare sight of the Warden’s embarrassment. It was quite entertaining.
Feng Zhixi’s features were naturally exquisite. When he looked at someone with such a vibrant smile, the mirth in his eyes combined with the scent of strong liquor—a crisp, intoxicating aroma—created a soul-stirring attraction. Even knowing he was just enjoying the spectacle, one found it impossible to refuse him.
“...” What could the helpless Warden do? He simply pulled the amused Feng Zhixi into the flamboyantly styled skycar.
The first thing Ji Yeran did upon entering was activate the Dazzle Series’ holographic simulation mode, replacing the eye-straining bright red exterior.
Soon, the skycar—now a much more low-profile black—soared into the sky, heading toward the brightly lit horizon of the night.
Under the cover of darkness, the car sped along. After crossing several large districts, Feng Zhixi saw a manor in the distance, quiet and beautiful under the moonlight.
This was Ji Yeran’s private estate. Feng Zhixi was the only Omega to ever set foot here.
When the manor’s surveillance system detected the owner’s authorization, the energy shield opened automatically. The skycar landed, and as Feng Zhixi stepped out, he looked at the private estate before turning to Ji Yeran. “A private manor?” Ji Yeran was bringing him to his private residence?
Federation law strictly protected personal privacy. High-security private manors like this were extremely secluded places. Unless the owner gave explicit permission, no one was allowed inside—except for a spouse.
Ji Yeran didn't say anything in response to Feng Zhixi’s unspoken question. He simply held the Omega’s hand and led him inside. As the AI recognized the owner’s authority, the main doors swung open. The interior was brilliantly lit, decorated in a style that was both vintage and elegant.
Observing the manor’s distinct retro aesthetic, Feng Zhixi asked casually, “Which areas am I allowed to go to?” Generally, private manors were set with numerous access levels; many areas were inaccessible without the owner’s specific permission.
“There are no restrictions,” Ji Yeran replied. He looked at Feng Zhixi with a tender gaze. “As long as you wear that bracelet, you can go anywhere.” He pointed to the black-gold bracelet on Feng Zhixi’s wrist. That token represented Ji Yeran himself; with it, Feng Zhixi could command everything he owned.
Oh?
Recalling how he had woken up to find the bracelet on his wrist, Feng Zhixi looked down at it. The black-gold band looked exceptionally exquisite. He hadn't realized it had such a function.
He lightly tapped the surface of the bracelet and looked up, his eyes fixed on Ji Yeran. The Omega’s expression was full of warmth and laughter. Under the soft indoor lights, he seemed to glow, making it impossible not to be captivated.
The man who was being captivated had no intention of resisting. Ji Yeran followed his heart’s desire, leaning in closer and closer until they were only a breath apart.
When their lips met, the scents of green plum and strong liquor mingled. Ji Yeran realized that his tolerance for "alcohol" was truly getting better and better.
The kiss was deep and lingering, carrying the sweetness of green plums. As the sweet pheromones enveloped the Omega, a thought flashed through Feng Zhixi’s mind: ever since the permanent marking, Ji Yeran’s perception of pheromone concentration had never been accurate.
Inside, the room was filled with warmth and intimacy. Outside, the tactful Little Light Ball looked up at the high moon, feeling that it was just as bright as the lunar orb—a perfectly glowing "light bulb" of a third wheel.
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