Chapter 131: Shen Que, Hurry Up and Take Off Your Clothes
"Shen Que, Shen Que, hurry up and take off your clothes!"
Shen Que came to his senses and saw that Meng Ci had already taken off his coat and sweater, now holding the thermal shirt he had just removed.
Seeing Shen Que come to his senses, Meng Ci continued.
"You need to be faster."
"Time is limited in this space, and I also need to save time for when we might need to hide here in the future if we encounter danger."
Shen Que glanced at the bathtub, which was indeed quite large, enough for two people to bathe together.
Without hesitation, he began to undress as well.
Meng Ci, not bothering to avoid him, casually continued to take off his clothes with his back to Shen Que.
After all, in Meng Ci's view, there was no need for two grown men to avoid each other.
Besides, they had done much more intimate things before; taking off clothes was nothing.
Unbeknownst to him, the wolf behind him had dark, brooding eyes.
A pale back, a slender waist, a firm buttock, and long legs.
Splash.
Meng Ci lifted his leg and stepped into the bathtub.
And Shen Que, seeing the hidden garden, felt his heart race.
"Meng Ci, aren't you going to soak in the bath?"
"If you're not going to soak, then go dig the ground."
Seeing Shen Que standing still, Meng Ci thought he didn't want to bathe and said,
"You can't do much in half an hour while I'm bathing. If you don't want to soak, you can go dig the ground."
"Sure."
Shen Que swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty.
Then he took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
The water in the bathtub, which had already reached the edge when Meng Ci got in, overflowed with Shen Que's entry.
"Ouch!"
In the bathtub, white bubbles filled the air. Shen Que, not paying attention, accidentally stepped on Meng Ci's leg.
Shen Que quickly lifted his leg, repositioned himself, and then sat down in the bathtub.
"Xiao Ci, is your leg okay?" Shen Que fumbled around in the water, trying to check Meng Ci's leg.
"It's fine." Meng Ci shook his head.
But with Shen Que touching him randomly in the water, especially when he touched sensitive areas, Meng Ci's mind was in turmoil.
Even though the bathtub was large, the two men lying inside were skin-to-skin.
Whether it was the hot water in the bathtub or the heat between them, both felt a warm flush all over their bodies.
Soon, the sound of splashing water filled the air.
While moving, Shen Que marveled at the excellent insulation of the space. The water in the bathtub hadn't cooled even after they soaked for over two hours.
Outside the space, Meng Ci, dressed warmly and holding a cup of milk tea, sat on the sofa, feeling a bit sore as he recorded on his phone that he had spent two hours and twenty-three minutes in the space today because of this.
And Meng Ci secretly vowed never to bathe with Shen Que again.
Also, why was the bathtub so hard, hurting his back?
After adding charcoal to the stove, Shen Que sat next to Meng Ci, gently rubbing his back with one hand and feeding him a piece of apple with the other.
"Shen Que!"
When Meng Ci saw Shen Que's hand, he suddenly grabbed the hand holding the grape.
"What's wrong?" Shen Que asked, puzzled.
Meng Ci examined Shen Que's hand, turning it over. "Shen Que, the color of the chilblains on your hands seems to have faded."
Meng Ci remembered that when they went out this morning, Shen Que's hands still had several swollen chilblains.
Although he had applied the ointment from the space to treat the chilblains, after several days, the effect wasn't that noticeable.
Why did they suddenly get better today?
Hearing Meng Ci's words, Shen Que finally looked at his own hands.
It seems the swelling has indeed improved.
Shen Que reacted quickly and figured out the reason.
"Was it the water from your space that healed it?"
The reason Shen Que thought this was because he suddenly remembered that Meng Ci had been stabbed in the back before, and Shen Que himself had bandaged the wound at the time.
In the days since, whenever they were intimate, Shen Que noticed that there were no scars on Meng Ci's back.
At the time, Shen Que had assumed that Meng Ci simply didn't have a scar-prone body, which is why he recovered so quickly.
But now, thinking about it, such a large wound couldn't possibly leave no scar.
So it must have been due to the water.
Meng Ci didn't realize that his back wound hadn't left a scar until now, but after hearing Shen Que's words, he found them quite reasonable.
"You're probably right," Meng Ci nodded.
"And every time we're intimate, I only soak in the water for half an hour in the space, and my back doesn't ache, nor does my bottom hurt."
As Meng Ci was marveling at the versatility of the water in the space, Shen Que's eyes lit up upon hearing these words.
In the past, Shen Que had been worried that Meng Ci's body couldn't handle it, so he had been restraining himself.
Now, hearing this, did it mean he didn't need to hold back anymore?
Even though he felt the urge, Shen Que, thinking about their recent intimate encounter in the space, suppressed his physical desire and got up to cook.
Days passed one by one.
To prevent them from being targeted again by people like Li Qiang, Shen Que went out every three days on average. Each time he returned, he would bring some firewood or exchange some rice for other items.
Sometimes, he would take a few pounds of surplus vegetables from home to the market to trade for something else.
Once, while Meng Ci and Shen Que were bringing a bundle of firewood back, they helped Yun Jingcen and her group hunt a wolf.
They just happened to pass by and lent a hand.
Despite this, Yun Jingcen's group still offered them two-sevenths of the food, but Meng Ci declined, taking only the dumplings they had prepared.
After another session of hard work in bed, Meng Ci lay in the bathtub in the space.
Meanwhile, Shen Que was sent to the field to harvest watermelons.
Hmph!
Meng Ci happily sipped a glass of watermelon juice with half a cup of ice, feeling delighted as he imagined Shen Que sweating in the field.
Earlier, he had clearly said no, but that shameless guy still pushed him.
Since Shen Que had so much energy to spare, he might as well do some hard labor to burn it off, sparing Meng Ci from being tormented.
After soaking for half an hour, Meng Ci felt refreshed and stepped out of the house.
Seeing that Shen Que had already finished harvesting the watermelons and was now planting new seeds, Meng Ci nodded in satisfaction.
When Shen Que saw Meng Ci approach, knowing that he had worked up a sweat, he didn't go over to bother him.
"Feeling better?" Shen Que asked, holding a hoe.
Meng Ci squatted down, picked up a watermelon from the basket, and nodded in response.
"Yes."
"But," Meng Ci glared at Shen Que, huffing coldly.
"Don't think I'll forgive you so easily." Meng Ci glared at Shen Que.
Shen Que, hearing this, rubbed his nose, realizing he had pushed Meng Ci too far and didn't dare say more.
However, seeing Meng Ci's fierce expression, Shen Que found it rather cute.