Exclusive Possession – CH 029

Chapter 29.

Our plane, like an inconspicuous wave on the sea at night, sails through the universe, sailing among a vast mercenary fleet.

Mu Xian silently looked down at the galactic radar map in front of him, his expression calm, probably pondering a way to escape. However, the deadline he had given him was drawing ever closer.

I looked up and saw a medium-sized black warship sailing quietly below the space fortress, looking both unassuming and beautiful. I’d been watching it for a long time.

“What was that warship?” I could not help but ask.

He glanced at it casually: “The command ship of Yi Pucheng.” Then he continued to stare at the radar.

I had not expected the mercenary commander to have such a timeless and grand name and subconsciously murmured, repeating, “Yi Pucheng?”

Mu Xian looked up at me, her expression quite cold: “Ignore him.”

“……oh.”

In truth, I did not have a good impression of this infamous commander either. However, I did not expect that Mu Xian would not show any hostility or anger when Yi Pucheng was mentioned. His first concern was that I should ignore him, just like I would with any other man around me.

This only proves one thing—Yi Pucheng may be a formidable rival to Mu Xian, but Mu Xian still maintains his usual arrogant attitude and did not take this person seriously at all.

I suddenly had a premonition that Yi Pucheng’s massive invasion would likely end in utter defeat. There was a saying: “Because he did not contend, no one in the world could contend with him.”

But how exactly did Mu Xian forge that cold and powerful heart? He seems to harbor a subtle indifference towards everything around him, except…

Except for me. He was so domineering, stubborn… a silent passion towards me.

The genes of the orcs were truly a wondrous existence.

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After sailing for a while, a deep baritone voice suddenly came through the mercenary’s communication channel: “Attention, attention, an unidentified fleet had been spotted ahead. All personnel disperse and take cover; disperse and take cover.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than we saw many fighter jets beside us perform a beautiful somersault in different directions, drawing silver arcs in the air and deviating from their course.

Mu Xian smiled slightly, adjusted the control system, and our plane smoothly followed the formation to the right, gliding away. I immediately understood—he had been waiting for this.

The “unidentified fleet” must had been arranged by him yesterday, so that we could slip away unnoticed and the people in charge of surveillance would have had no way to track us down.

Sure enough, after following the formation to the right for a while, the space fortress behind us grew farther and farther away. Our plane suddenly slowed down, turned around, and silently parted ways with the formation ahead. Mu Xian said in a deep voice, “Come here, prepare to accelerate.”

I put my arms around his waist, closed my eyes, and surprisingly heard him chuckle softly and ask, “Is flying on my plane really that scary?”

I was about to awkwardly reply when I felt a powerful force strike me, and we were both thrown backward at the same time, the plane hurtling out at an incredible speed. The stars outside the cabin instantly transformed into streaks of white jets, shooting backward with incredible speed.

I felt dizzy and quickly buried my head in his chest. I could not see his face, but my intuition told me that he was still smiling.

But I never expected to fall asleep under these circumstances; perhaps my motion sickness was too severe. When I woke up, I found myself nestled in Mu Xian’s arms in the same position. He had somehow freed one hand and wrapped it around my waist. I awkwardly sat up, and he remained the same, his face calm and staring straight ahead.

I looked up outside the cabin and was immediately taken aback—there were three dark gray fighter jets traveling at high speed along the same course as us.

“That was one of my people,” Mu Xian’s gentle voice rang out.

I was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief. Great! Had we safely left the mercenaries’ territory?

However, this optimistic prediction was quickly shattered. A strange voice came through the helmet: “Commander, the third squadron reported that twenty enemy aircraft were heading in this direction. They were expected to encounter us head-on in ten minutes. There was a temporary mercenary space station ahead; I suggest we take shelter there.”

“Agree.”

I looked to my right and saw a dark, cylindrical building floating in the air behind a vast nebula.

Afterwards, Mu Xian had a brief conversation with them, and I roughly understood what he meant—after encountering danger yesterday, Mu Xian contacted the fleet. The fleet had secretly dispatched about ten squads to search for us. Today, after Mu Xian led me away, we finally encountered this fourth squad in this area. After about another hour of sailing, we should be able to leave the magnetic field radiation range of the Pillar of Time, activate the faster-than-light jump, and instantly arrive at the base in the desolate land. Then we would be completely safe.

But the mercenaries were not pushovers either. Shortly after we fled, enemy planes caught up with us—at the time, I was fast asleep, nestled against Mu Xian’s chest.

Mu Xian did not want to engage in direct combat and got bogged down in the enemy was army, so he led his squad on detours to avoid them. They had now reached a very remote corner. Having almost been overtaken head-on this time, Mu Xian decided to seek refuge at a space station.

As they approached, the small space station looked like a large, angular, black cylinder, slowly rotating. Two aircraft were also docked outside the space station.

The capture of the space station went surprisingly smoothly. Squad leader Captain Adop, a tall, handsome black man in his early twenties, appeared very composed and capable. He lied, claiming we were mercenaries, and approached the enemy aircraft. Then, when they checked our documents, he subdued everyone.

I was on Mu Xian’s plane at the time, and all I saw was Adop letting the other side’s people board his plane. A little while later, he told Mu Xian over the communication channel, “We could enter the space station now.” This shows how efficient he was.

We parked the plane outside the space station. There were six people in total, and he took three others to stay outside, disguised as mercenaries, to deal with the enemy planes that were about to arrive.

“It was not difficult,” he told Mu Xian. “The other search teams had already withdrawn, without alerting the mercenaries. They assume you only had one plane and would not suspect us.”

The remaining two pilots escorted Mu Xian and me into the space station for temporary shelter. But then, something unexpected happened.

These temporary space stations typically had five levels. The bottom two levels were for living quarters, and the top three levels were for weapons and aircraft compartments. The soldiers searched the bottom two levels but found no one there. However, when we entered the fourth-level weapons compartment to look for fuel, we unexpectedly stumbled upon six mercenaries carrying guns, dozing against the wall.

The weapons bay was dimly lit, and the mercenaries reacted quickly, grabbing their guns and aiming at us, their expressions grim. There were only four of us on our side, and I was outmatched; it was essentially three against six.

I was extremely nervous; the enemy outnumbered us twice as much. At such close range, even if Mu Xian was incredibly skilled, he could not have three heads and six arms; we definitely would not stand a chance in a chaotic gunfight. The two pilots protecting us also looked very serious; I saw them holding their guns ramrod straight, their chests heaving violently.

Mu Xian stared at the other person with a cold face, not showing any panic but exuding a chilling aura.

The two sides were instantly locked in a stalemate. It was the first time I had ever encountered such a tense situation, and I felt my whole body stiffen.

However, to my utter surprise, and probably to everyone present at the time, Mu Xian suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice, yet concise and forceful: “Lieutenant, disarm them; Lieutenant, check the other floors; notify Adop to shut down the bottom turbines and plant bombs around the space station.” He then glanced coldly at the soldiers: “I did not kill prisoners; they did not cause me trouble.” Without even looking at the mercenaries’ fearful or bewildered expressions, he turned to me: “Let’s go.”

I was a little dazed until I reached the outer passageway, when I felt a distinct sense of fear and hesitantly asked, “You…?”

He glanced at me: “What was wrong?”

Before I could even speak, a young pilot with the rank of second lieutenant jogged out, his tone revealing an unusual sense of awe: “Commander, they’ve already surrendered and were not resisting. There was no one on the other floors.”

Mu Xian nodded lightly: “We would set off immediately once we were done with Adopu.” The lieutenant nodded firmly and ran off.

Mu Xian led me down to the ground floor, where there were a few beds and a sofa; it looked fairly clean. Mu Xian frowned slightly but ultimately gave in and sat down on the sofa with me. Only then did she turn to look at me: “What did you want to ask just now?”

“Are you not afraid they would attack you if you said that?”

Mu Xian smiled slightly: “The Adop’s Squad was the elite of my fleet. These mercenaries were no match for them.”

I said “Oh” and nodded. But after thinking about it for a moment, something did not seem right—Adop was indeed elite, but they were all outside the space station at the time, and Mu Xian only had two soldiers with him. How could he be so fearless? He just told them to disarm and then dared to turn around and leave?

I suddenly remembered a military anecdote I had read in a book. The gist was that Chairman Mao, during a battle with the enemy, had once been trapped somewhere. But for some reason, he suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit, and with his hands behind his back, he strolled in a circle towards the enemy trenches. The soldiers, watching him leisurely walk past, were so intimidated by his powerful aura that they did not dare fire a single shot.

I could not help but glance at Mu Xian’s fair and indifferent profile. He seemed a little tired, his head resting on the sofa, as if deep in thought.

He was either quick-witted and playing psychological warfare against the enemy, or he was so arrogant that he did not take a few soldiers seriously at all.

Although the second speculation was a bit absurd, I thought that given his personality, the second reason was quite possible.

The lower deck was quiet, the lights dim as if in a fog. The surrounding military equipment had simple lines and cold, hard colors, looking serene and unfamiliar. Suddenly, Mu Xian’s hand touched my chin, lifting my face up, his dark eyes silently staring at me.

For the past twenty-odd hours, we’ve been in a state of battle, infiltration, and escape. Most of the time, we’ve been huddled together, a situation that seemed natural and inevitable, and I had not experienced any emotional fluctuations. But his approach now made me feel a kind of anxious tension.

He did not kiss me immediately but instead looked down at me intently. His gaze was not exactly gentle but rather deep and focused. And in that enclosed space, just the two of us, my mind suddenly went blank.

I lowered my head to avoid his gaze, but he lowered his head too and continued to stare at me. Perhaps it was just a natural thing for him to do, but it seemed a little childish, and I almost laughed.

He looked at me, and his gaze slowly changed. Though it was still a cold, dark expanse, I felt a slightly burning warmth in his eyes.

“You would be on Adop’s plane in a bit; Mop would pick you up. I would jump straight to the fleet base.” He was close to me, staring at me intently, his voice soft. “I might be gone for a while.”

I was a little surprised, but then I understood. The fact that he offered to let me ride on another man’s plane showed how urgent the situation was, and he had no choice but to comply. I nodded, “Okay.”

He stared at me without speaking. The soft light in the room illuminated his handsome, pale, sculpted face, highlighting his long, dark eyebrows, which stretched out like two ink-black lines. His eyes were as clear as a lake under the night sky, deep and focused. As I watched his face approach and his dark red lips part slightly, I instinctively closed my eyes.

Warm lips covered mine, a familiar scent, a passionate embrace. I felt that electric current ignite from his tongue, spreading across my cheeks and my entire body; I stiffened slightly, feeling uneasy.

But it seems a little different from before.

That was my heartbeat, thump, thump, thump! Clear and rapid, like an invisible hand gently grasping and releasing my heart; grasping and releasing. I felt an unprecedented tension and a slight trembling and dizziness. My chest felt like it was stuffed with weeds, a little itchy, a little dry. That slight restlessness drove me to stick out my previously stiff tongue and gently lick it.

I did not open my eyes, but I clearly felt his embrace tighten suddenly, and his kiss became deeper and more powerful. And I yielded to him, our lips and tongues silently intertwining.

After a while, he let go of me, buried his head in my shoulder, and did not say anything. Only then did I realize that we had somehow ended up lying on the sofa, and he was completely on top of me.

The kiss that had just ended felt like a dream. I did not know how I suddenly “accepted” his kiss; my face was burning hot. He did not say anything, which suited me perfectly.

I calmed myself down for a moment, but he remained motionless in the same position. I glanced to the side and saw his handsome face quietly facing me, his long, narrow eyes slightly closed, his breathing even and long—he had fallen asleep.

I remembered that he had been mentally exhausted all night and had been looking tired. But I did not expect him to fall asleep on me. Thinking back, he had always been the one who slept the most soundly between us.

Perhaps because he was asleep, his face no longer held its usual aloofness; his delicate and lively features revealed an unusual gentleness and quietness. I looked at him for a while, then looked up at the ceiling, motionless.