Chapter 155: Purely Moving

When Ba Ke Er left with the Dragon Egg, Zhang Fan had already walked onto the high platform. Watching Ba Ke Er's gradually disappearing back, Zhang Fan merely lowered his head and twitched the corner of his mouth, but his heart had already blossomed with joy.

Just thinking of what Fei Er said—that Ba Ke Er had secretly come to see him when he had just returned at noon—Zhang Fan felt he could hardly restrain himself from throwing himself at Ba Ke Er.

But, he happened to be an Instructor now, responsible for training the females standing below, and with so many people around, he felt embarrassed to act too… that way, so Zhang Fan could only desperately suppress his thoughts.

All afternoon, Zhang Fan seemed somewhat absent‑minded, but he himself failed to notice it. Instead, the females below found it quite amusing.

Finally, as the sun was about to set, Zhang Fan impatiently told everyone to disperse. Just as he was about to head home, Fei Er called him to stop.

Zhang Fan's face suddenly darkened, he frowned, his visage turned grim, and he gritted his teeth, asking: "Fei Er, Platoon Leader! What else do you have? If you have something, say it quick! If not, then please don't block my way home!"

Fei Er saw Zhang Fan's fierce, angry look from being stopped, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha… Fan Fan, your expression, your expression… it's really hilarious! I'm fine, can't I stop you? We're close—what's with the formalities? You agree, right?"

Saying this, Fei Er gave a brotherly gesture, punching Zhang Fan's chest with his fist, then placed his hand on Zhang Fan's shoulder.

Zhang Fan turned his head and nodded, his expression blank as he looked at Fei Er's arm on his shoulder, parted his lips slightly, and said: "Take your hand off! Speak if you have something! Understood?"

Fei Er, seeing this, had no choice but to sheepishly pull his arm back. He licked his lips, thought a moment, then said: "Fan Fan, don't you feel you've forgotten something today? Didn't Ba Ke Er talk to you about weapons at noon?"

Having said that, Fei Er didn't continue, for he saw Zhang Fan's brow furrow at that moment. Sensing trouble, Fei Er promptly shut up and ran off, shaking his arms.

Nuoya happened to be walking this way; seeing Fei Er run off, she reflexively followed. When she reached Fei Er's side, she recalled something and asked him:

"Fei Er, what are you running from? Did you cause trouble again?"

Hearing Nuoya's words, Fei Er hurriedly shook his head to deny.

"No no no! How could I cause trouble? I'm a good boy, right?"

I just went to remind Fan Fan to tell everyone about tomorrow's weapons‑training item; as soon as I finished, he frowned, fearing his anger, I hurriedly ran away!

I swear, if I'd been even a step later, I'd have died miserably! Wah wah wah wah…

Saying this, Fei Er put on an act, squeezing out two tears; seeing they weren't enough, he quickly smeared some saliva on his face to feign looking wretchedly tearful.

Seeing this, Nuoya beside him gaped, stunned. "My goodness! Is this even possible?" Looking at Fei Er before her, Nuoya felt she had no strength left to retort.

"Fei Er, what are you doing? Huh~ aren't you disgusting?"

Saying this, Nuoya looked up with a disgusted expression, trying to divert her attention to forget Fei Er's recent action, then quickly stepped back several paces.

Fei Er watched Nuoya's current state, chuckled inwardly a few times, then began to feign sorrow as he ran toward the edge of the Tribe Center Square.

Because just now, while looking at Nuoya, he had already seen Mo De outside the square.

On the other side, Zhang Fan, after Fei Er ran away from him, kept observing Fei Er's actions; when he saw Fei Er feigning tears, he held back his laughter, unaware that the amusement in his eyes had already given him away.

Seeing Fei Er run toward the square's edge, Zhang Fan guessed Mo De had come to fetch him. So Zhang Fan, without further thought, silently walked toward his home.

But Zhang Fan hadn't expected that after just a couple of steps he would faintly hear Ba Ke Er's voice. He stopped, listened more closely, yet heard no more of Ba Ke Er's voice.

Zhang Fan thought: "I must be hallucinating; Ba Ke Er certainly returned at noon, likely dragged here by that guy Fei Er, and is probably still cooking at home."

Thinking so, Zhang Fan shook his head and stepped forward, intending to go on. But he hadn't anticipated that as his right foot lifted off the ground, someone behind grabbed his hand.

Zhang Fan felt the familiar warmth, smelled the familiar scent, heard the familiar breathing, and turned around in eager anticipation. Looking closely—it really was Ba Ke Er!

Zhang Fan couldn't help feeling delighted; the smile latent in his eyes suddenly spread bit by bit across his face.

Ba Ke Er saw Zhang Fan smiling happily, released the hand gripping Zhang Fan's wrist, then, before Zhang Fan could feel disappointed, took his hand with his palm and interlaced their fingers.

Zhang Fan slightly lowered his head and saw Ba Ke Er's wheaten‑colored, distinct‑knuckled hand clasped with his own somewhat pallid hand.

Ba Ke Er saw Zhang Fan lower his head, smiled fondly, and rubbed Zhang Fan's head with his other hand, saying: "Fan Fan, I've come to pick you up! Let's go home—our child is waiting for us."

Having said that, Ba Ke Er took Zhang Fan's hand and walked toward home.

The westering sun cast its afterglow on Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er, as if draping a thin gauze over the two husbands. Behind them, two long shadows stretched, and where the shadows met lay their tightly clasped hands.

Upon arriving home, Zhang Fan eagerly pulled Ba Ke Er into the courtyard. Taking advantage of Ba Ke Er's inattention, Zhang Fan suddenly let go of his hand, turned, and fell into Ba Ke Er's embrace.

"Ba Ke Er! I've missed you so much! Hahaha…"

When Zhang Fan lunged at him, Ba Ke Er's eyes widened in surprise; he quickly stretched out both hands to catch Zhang Fan, and upon hearing Zhang Fan's slightly nasal words, he couldn't help raising a hand to ruffle Zhang Fan's hair.

Feeling the gentle rubbing on his crown, Zhang Fan curled the corner of his lip, gave a silent smile, then rubbed his head against Ba Ke Er's chest.

Seeing the head rubbing against his chest, Ba Ke Er's eyes brimmed with amusement; he chuckled softly in his resonant voice: "Fan Fan, I've missed you too."

Having said that, Ba Ke Er exerted force and hoisted Zhang Fan horizontally into his arms, then walked toward the house.

Upon entering the house's main door, Zhang Fan saw the dining table in the hall already laden with steaming hot dishes. Seeing this, he was overjoyed beyond words, and felt deeply touched by Ba Ke Er's thoughtfulness.

Ba Ke Er naturally also noticed Zhang Fan's change; his heart was filled with indescribable joy—for himself and for Zhang Fan alike!

When Ba Ke Er set Zhang Fan on the stool before the dining table, he was still somewhat dazed and at a loss.

After the meal, Ba Ke Er carried Zhang Fan toward the bathroom.

When the bathroom door opened, Zhang Fan's eyes were instantly blinded by the swirling mist. Ba Ke Er saw this, quickly set Zhang Fan down, then reached for a towel on the rack above the washstand and handed it to him.

Zhang Fan took the towel and began wiping his face and rubbing his eyes. Once he recovered, looking at everything in the bathroom, he was moved to tears.

One must remember, this is a primitive planet—hot water has to be boiled on the spot. Unlike Earth, where he originally lived, you just press the hot‑water button and get suitably warm water.

Looking at the hot water in the tub, Zhang Fan thought of the meal he had just eaten—Ba Ke Er's care was truly meticulous.

Just imagining Ba Ke Er preparing all this made Zhang Fan chuckle lightly; he then lunged into Ba Ke Er's embrace, rose on tiptoe, and planted a light kiss on Ba Ke Er's lips, as delicate as a dragonfly touching water.

In the mist‑filled bathroom, Ba Ke Er's facial expression was not entirely clear, but Zhang Fan could discern from the noticeable rise and fall of his chest that Ba Ke Er was in a very good mood.

Moreover, when Ba Ke Er lifted him again, Zhang Fan distinctly felt Ba Ke Er's fervent pulse.

After Zhang Fan's clothes were completely removed, Ba Ke Er placed him in the bathtub, then himself took off his clothes and stepped into the tub.

……

After bathing, Zhang Fan stepped out of the tub first, dressed, greeted Ba Ke Er, left the bathroom, and entered the side room of the house to check on the Dragon Egg.

Meanwhile, the Ba Ke Er left behind by Zhang Fan did not depart; he stayed in the bathroom, resignedly drained the bathwater, then scrubbed the tub, cleaning up after the room that had just witnessed their lovemaking.

Zhang Fan entered the side room and at once saw the Dragon Egg lying still on the bed. He walked over, picked it up, rubbed his face against it, opened his lips, and whispered softly with a smile:

"Child! Daddy's come to see you! Do you miss Daddy? Haha… Daddy and your father are playing, waiting for you to hatch! Don't make us wait too long!"

Having said that, Zhang Fan guessed Ba Ke Er had already tidied the bathroom, so he lifted the Dragon Egg and gave it a light kiss.

"All right, child, you should rest early! Dad is also going to rest! Good night!"

Zhang Fan, upon stepping out of the guest room, saw Ba Ke Er, bare-chested, walking out of the bathroom, smiling and going up to him, giving Ba Ke Er a hug. Seeing this, Ba Ke Er also quickly reached out to return the hug.

After they let go of each other, they exchanged a knowing smile, then together tidied up the dining table, and afterward they both went puff into the kitchen to wash the bowls and chopsticks.

After all the chores were done, outside it was already midnight with the moon high in the sky. Zhang Fan lowered his head to glance at his watch; it turned out that, without realizing it, it was already eight o'clock in the evening on Shouren Xingqiu.

Thus, Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er, as a couple, also took each other's hands and returned to the room together.

Meanwhile, in the guest room that neither of them noticed, the Dragon Egg that had been lying still on the bed trembled slightly again.

At this moment, if Zhang Fan were present, he would not have trouble noticing that the frequency of the Dragon Egg's movement almost exactly matched the frequency of his earlier rubbing! Too bad, Zhang Fan has already returned to the room with Ba Ke Er to rest.