The spacecraft parked on the grass unfolded on one side; racks planted with all kinds of vegetables extended entirely out of the cabin, like a balcony protruding from the spacecraft.
“I designed this vegetable garden to be extendable, so that every now and then I can also let the vegetables come out to bask in natural light.”
Wang Luan showed Yan Qiongyu her set of mobile vegetable garden design.
When the entire garden extended outward it became two levels: the upper level was a semi-open viewing deck, while below was a rest area; she and Yan Qiongyu were eating beneath this balcony.
The table, tablecloth, and tableware were arranged by Wang Luan; the food was made by Yan Qiongyu.
“I didn’t prepare anything, so at least let me do something,” Yan Qiongyu said as he rolled up his sleeves, and Wang Luan could only let him do it. And the food he made really was much tastier than what she made.
The vines twined overhead blocked most of the sunlight, leaving only some scattered points of light falling on them. The two sat facing each other and ate a dinner that was not particularly lavish.
On this planet night fell very late; after they finished eating, there was still bright light outside.
After the meal, they sat on the viewing deck to rest. Wang Luan brought out a box and placed it on the table beside Yan Qiongyu.
She lifted the lid, and a bundle of “flowers” slowly bloomed and rotated from inside the box. As the flowers opened, a piece of music came out from the small speaker-shaped blossoms.
Yan Qiongyu had never heard this piece of music. He listened quietly for a moment, then guessed, “Could this be music from Miss Wang Luan’s hometown?”
Wang Luan: “Mm.”
This was a melody she had hummed and asked the owner of an instrument shop to help record; because she couldn’t remember the complete tune, there was only a segment.
“This is a piece performed on a tremolo harp,” Yan Qiongyu changed the subject. “What is this piece called?”
Wang Luan was taken aback: “I don’t remember the name.”
How could she possibly say it was called Wedding in a Dream.
Yet Yan Qiongyu guessed easily: “Related to a wedding?”
Since it had already been guessed, Wang Luan took a deep breath and fumbled around the outside of the wooden box. With a click, the fresh flowers inside the box parted to both sides, revealing a little figure holding up a ring.
Yan Qiongyu looked at the ring with a subtle expression. Miss Wang Luan really had put in a lot of effort preparing this, and now she was waiting nervously beside him for his reaction.
Yan Qiongyu appropriately revealed a moved expression, took off that ring, and asked her, “What else has Miss Wang Luan prepared?”
Wang Luan: “Nothing else. Is there anything else to prepare?” She didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing.
Yan Qiongyu stood up calmly: “If there isn’t, then I’ll go take a shower first.”
“Wait!” When Wang Luan heard the keyword “shower,” she began to get nervous, looking at him for help. “Um, I mean, you shouldn’t do strenuous exercise right after eating, we should digest first.”
Seeing how nervous and fidgety she was, Yan Qiongyu swallowed his smile and comforted her, saying, “Don’t be nervous. I just feel too dirty, so I want to wash up first. How about later we go out for a walk to digest the food?”
Only then did Wang Luan sit back down.
When Yan Qiongyu came out again, the sunset was just right.
His shoulder-length broken hair was slightly damp. Wearing a white shirt and long trousers, he extended his slender, cool white hand toward her: “Let’s go, for a walk.”
It was almost dark. The small white flowers on the ground sleepily closed their buds.
This time Yan Qiongyu held her hand and walked in front. They walked forward, as if chasing the sunset.
In the hazy light of dusk, Wang Luan felt for the second time that the person beside her seemed like a noble little prince.
The first time she felt this way was in the garden of the Sky Garden.
At that time, she felt that she and this person would not have any entanglements; they were only together for a period of time because of an accident.
They were like a little prince and a pumpkin—put into one story, they seemed rather ill-matched.
“I just remembered when we watched the meteor shower on the Sky Garden,” Yan Qiongyu said suddenly, as if he could guess what she was thinking.
Wang Luan’s fingers moved slightly; Yan Qiongyu felt it. He turned back, and the expression on his face was more real and vivid than in her memories, close enough to touch.
“Miss Wang Luan, I once controlled myself not to develop feelings for you. But, just like an uncontrollable smile, it couldn’t be controlled,” he said with a sigh. His eyes reflected the brilliant sunset, his fingers holding hers, neither too close nor too far.
This turned out to be a story about a little prince who liked to eat pumpkins.
“Even if you say that, I won’t forget that not long ago you were still uncontrollably laughing at me,” Wang Luan said while looking at the sky, one sentence breaking a gradually ambiguous atmosphere.
Yan Qiongyu used one hand to turn her head toward him, considered his words, and said, “That’s how it is, Miss Wang Luan. Because you were very nervous, I was just creating an atmosphere earlier, so could you cooperate a bit?”
Wang Luan: “…But when I hear mushy words, I just can’t help it.”
Wang Luan lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised it again with an expression that looked like she had seriously thought it through and said, “Otherwise, you do it!”
Yan Qiongyu: “…………”
In the spacecraft, their bedroom had one side that could be opened wide, letting the wind blow in. The indoor lighting was dim, and the atmosphere… very heavy.
Seeing how tense she was, her shoulders stiff, Yan Qiongyu thought to himself that it would be better to wait for Miss Wang Luan to take the initiative. Otherwise, if he took the initiative and showed even a bit of aggressiveness, she would probably become even more nervous.
Wang Luan, on the other hand, was hesitating. She truly didn’t know what to do. Earlier she had said to let Yan Qiongyu take the initiative—given his personality, he should be able to handle it, right?
The two of them were both waiting for the other to make a move. In the end, they stared at each other for a long time, and neither side moved.
Wang Luan clenched her teeth and encouraged herself: Come on, you’re an alpha. Under normal circumstances, you’re the one who should take the initiative. The responsibility you should bear still can’t be avoided.
Yan Qiongyu was also thinking quietly: Miss Wang Luan is not the proactive one in her world either. Since she’s so unaccustomed to it, then let’s do it according to what she said earlier.
After the two who had been quiet for a long while reached out at the same time—
Yan Qiongyu: “…………”
Wang Luan: “…………”
“Ah.” Wang Luan covered her forehead and fell onto the bed. Yan Qiongyu laughed softly and grabbed her hand. “Does Miss Wang Luan not know how to do it?”
Wang Luan said awkwardly, “I’ve learned a little, but I don’t know enough. What about you?”
Yan Qiongyu had the attitude of doing academic research. “I’ve done some studying. Does Miss Wang Luan need to look at some study materials?”
That damned curiosity of Wang Luan’s rose up. “Study materials? What kind?”
The faint glow of a screen lit up the room. Wang Luan sat up. At first she was a little uncomfortable, but very quickly, her expression became quite colorful.
Why is it different from her world—this is even more terrifying. She had never encountered content this straightforward.
“This—does it have to be done like this too? Tsk, this looks way too painful. Tsk, no no no, change it!”
“This one is even scarier. Does this alpha have manic episodes? He even bit the gland until it bled—so much blood, help, I want to call the police!”
“What are they applying? And what is this being used? No, I can’t take it. Their sexes are wrong.”
Being grabbed by Wang Luan with a heart-wrenching expression clutching the hem of his clothes, Yan Qiongyu felt the situation become even more serious, and he put away the study materials.
“Miss Wang Luan,” Yan Qiongyu called her.
“……” Wang Luan hung her head dejectedly.
Yan Qiongyu lifted her lowered head, felt the heat on her face, and said gently, “If you’re scared, shall we cover our eyes?”
Wang Luan looked into his eyes. He did not dislike her at all for being troublesome and difficult; his expression and movements were full of indulgence.
“Both of us cover our eyes?”
“Mm, both of us cover them.”
The shadows before her eyes became even more blurred. Wang Luan reached out and touched the ribbon tied over Yan Qiongyu’s eyes. Because she couldn’t see clearly, her movements became slow, but the sensations grew more vivid. The curve of his lips was upturned, and he kissed the fingertips she was touching.
Wang Luan felt that her body had never been so uncoordinated, like a broken doll, but Yan Qiongyu—he was too gentle.
Partway through, Wang Luan smelled blood and also felt Yan Qiongyu’s body stiffen from pain. She grew nervous and clenched his hand. “It hurts.”
Yan Qiongyu: “Mm? It hurts?”
Hearing a slight tremor in his voice, Wang Luan’s tears streamed down at once. “I mean you hurt.”
She thought of the study materials from earlier and imagined some bloody scenes, instantly breaking down. “I feel like a murderer!”
Yan Qiongyu really did not want to laugh at Miss Wang Luan’s nonsense at a moment like this. He took a deep breath, and heard Wang Luan continue, “My happiness is built on your pain. I’m way too awful, wuu!”
Yan Qiongyu pulled her into his arms. “The bodies of alphas and omegas are structured this way. It’s just a bit of pain. Fortunately, I’m more accustomed to enduring pain than Miss Wang Luan.”
If it were three years ago, he could not have imagined that he would willingly and voluntarily accept an alpha.
Miss Wang Luan was too pitiable—she empathized with him easily, with a soft exterior and a resilient core.
“How about… we stop moving?”
“No. I don’t like doing anything halfway.”
At night, when everything finally calmed down, Yan Qiongyu opened his eyes. He reached out and untied the loosely knotted ribbon over Wang Luan’s eyes; there were faint red marks around them.
He kissed those red marks.
On this planet, night came very late, and dawn came very early. As soon as Wang Luan opened her eyes, she saw the person sitting by the bed. The lines of his back were smooth, like a mountain range covered in white snow in the morning light, stirring the heart.
Wang Luan wrapped herself tightly, afraid she wouldn’t be able to control herself from reaching out to touch the snowfield.
Yan Qiongyu caught a Miss Wang Luan who had quietly woken up and raised the tremolo harp in his hand toward her. “I found a tremolo harp. Shall I teach you how to play?”
He stepped onto the bed and sat beside her, showing her the tremolo harp in his hands. This was the one Wang Luan had bought to ask the instrument shop owner to record music for her; she didn’t know how to play it.
Before today, Yan Qiongyu had never played the tremolo harp either. He was the top student in the Imperial Omega Academy, and his talent with instruments was also outstanding. At every academic ceremony in the past, he would perform on an instrument, bright and dazzling, receiving countless praises and admirers.
But after leaving the Imperial Capital Star, he never touched any instrument again, because he did not like them.
Now, holding the tremolo harp, he slowly played the piece he had heard only once—Wedding in a Dream.
As Wang Luan listened, she pulled up the quilt and covered him with it.
