Exclusive Possession – CH 043

Chapter 43.

“This place is really eerie.”

A voice entered my ears at the same time. I opened my eyes and saw Mu Xian and Yi Pucheng standing beside me, but their gazes were both looking out of the cave. It was Yi Pucheng’s voice just now.

It was already bright outside, and I got up and looked over, only to be stunned—this was…

Yi Pucheng was right; this place really was eerie.

The world before my eyes turned white.

The sky was white, the earth was white, and the mountains and rivers were white—so pure, without a trace of other color. Yet, that white had shades of light and dark, bright and muted, so faint outlines could still be discerned in everything.

Yesterday, the world was predominantly bleak gray. Overnight, it was as if magic had descended.

“It’s probably the refraction of light by the planet’s clouds that’s causing the color change,” Mu Xian said casually. Yi Pucheng nodded in agreement.

“There aren’t any reds, oranges, yellows, greens, cyans, blues, or violets, are there?” I said. Yi Pucheng didn’t look at me when he heard this, but the corners of his mouth just curled up slightly; Mu Xian turned to look at me. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but his gaze towards me seemed much gentler than it had been yesterday. Yet, a faint blush appeared on his fair and handsome face.

Was it because of the passion last night? Or was it because you found yourself sexually unsatisfied after waking up this morning?

Based on my understanding of him, it was more likely the latter.

Thinking of this, I got up and went over to him, hugged him tightly, rubbed my face against his chest, and said softly, “Good morning.” I heard Yi Pucheng’s sneer from the side, but I didn’t care about him. I simply stood on tiptoe and gave Mu Xian a light kiss on the cheek.

Mu Xian stared at me without saying a word, his handsome face tense. I pressed my entire body against his, and I could clearly feel another part of his body tensing up as well.

Good, that way he would remember me faster. Even if he did not, I want us to be as inseparable as before; I want him to love me as intensely as before.

I released him with a sense of satisfaction and turned to pick up the spacesuit from the ground. But I had only taken half a step when I felt a tightness around my waist as he pulled me back forcefully and held me tightly.

…He didn’t want me to leave his arms.

He stared at me, his dark eyes appearing gloomy, yet also somewhat burning. But he said nothing, only tightening his grip. My waist ached from his grip, and I felt my soft parts being pressed precisely and firmly against that hard thing.

He was still so assertive and direct… in this kind of thing.

After a few seconds of silent stalemate, he loosened his grip, picked up my spacesuit, and with his other hand still tightly around my waist, said softly, “Let’s go.”

Yi Pucheng, who was standing to the side, was already used to it and gave Mu Xian a teasing look. Mu Xian just smiled slightly and walked forward with him.

I had a bit of a headache—it seems like they’ve gotten even more in sync after just one night. Who knew how long they talked after I went to sleep last night?

Throughout the journey, Mu Xian held me close.

He remained calm and composed, engaging in a brief conversation and discussion with Yi Pucheng to determine our direction and address other issues. Only occasionally, when he glanced at me, his gaze would darken and become somewhat piercing—like when he had just taken me from Earth, his eyes always filled with aggression.

My face burned from his gaze, and I wanted to find a chance to talk to him or even just write something on the back of his hand. But Yi Fox kept glancing at us, and I still couldn’t find a safe opportunity.

There were no paths on the mountain, but fortunately, the terrain was relatively gentle, and we walked through the forest. After about five or six hours, we reached the halfway point.

In the snow-white sky, a bright, white star had just reached its highest point. Looking out, the pure white earth resembled a light ink painting, with mountains, rivers, and the distant ocean leaving only faint traces in this vast expanse of white.

“I feel like a day here’s about the same length as on Earth,” I said. I’d heard from Morin that it was rare for two planets in different star systems to have the same rotation period. I never imagined that this planet’s pattern would be so similar to Earth’s.

Neither of the two men beside him responded.

I turned around and saw that they were both looking behind them. Mu Xian frowned slightly, and Yi Pucheng seemed to be deep in thought. I immediately became alert, but behind me was a dense forest, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

What sound did they hear?

Suddenly, Yi Pucheng made a gesture that I didn’t understand, but Mu Xian nodded. The two of them moved forward silently, one on the left and one on the right.

Suddenly, the low bushes rustled and shook violently, and a white thing shot out like lightning. It stopped abruptly in front of us, its limbs scraping against the ground as if it had braked suddenly.

It is… a unicorn?

It stood in the clearing in front of the bushes, looking up at us. It looked somewhat like a wolf, with a robust body, no hair, and a single horn on its head; we didn’t know what kind of strange creature it was. Its eyes were also a cloudy white, which looked quite frightening.

“Awooo—” It suddenly let out a low growl, leaped up, spread its limbs, and pounced in my direction.

Its sharp claws gleamed in the sunlight, and its pale, muscular face looked even more sinister. I gasped and ducked to the side.

A figure, countless times faster than me and even faster than the unicorn, darted between me and the unicorn in the blink of an eye. My waist tightened, and Mu Xian’s cold, aloof face was right before me.

Just as the unicorn’s claws were about to grab his face, he held me tightly without dodging or flinching, delivering a clean, steady chop to the beast’s neck. The unicorn whimpered, its body plummeting through the air. Mu Xian didn’t even raise an eyebrow, simply reaching out his other hand to catch it. Then he looked at me: “Don’t be afraid.” I stared blankly at the motionless unicorn in his hands, nodding blankly. He had already turned away, examining the carcass.

The series of movements flowed smoothly, as effortlessly as if he had simply greeted a unicorn.

Sure enough, besides flying planes… He was also very skilled in combat, though I’ve never seen him use it before. I remembered Morin saying that Mu Xian had S-level combat ability.

However, it was said that Yi Pucheng was also an S-rank mercenary, an undefeated war god among mercenaries. So even though I reminded Mu Xian, he was cunning by nature, and dealing with him wouldn’t be easy.

I couldn’t help but look up at him. He had his hands in his pockets, his tall figure like a big tree in the sunlight, and he was striding towards us with a smug smile on his face.

“Eat up!” he almost growled.

I suddenly felt incredibly hungry, and my mouth watered. Mu Xian’s brows relaxed instantly, and he nodded.

However, the first meal after being hungry all day was a little different from what I had imagined.

A few minutes later, I sat on the ground, holding the bloody chunk of flesh between two fingers, unable to bring myself to eat it.

We had no source of fire.

Given the perilous situation, I thought I could endure eating raw meat. But once they decided to eat, they were like two human guillotines, each grabbing a leg and tearing the beast’s carcass in two with gusto. Yi Pucheng, holding the bloody, mangled half, sat down on the ground and bit into it without hesitation. Watching his sharp, white teeth bite into the white flesh, his hands and face covered in blood, I felt a wave of nausea.

Unlike him, Mu Xian wasn’t naturally arrogant and rough. He examined the half of the flesh in his hand in a refined manner, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. He pressed his long, well-defined hand on the flesh and peeled off the skin with a few quick “sizzle” sounds.

The skinned half of the unicorn looked even more gruesome, with exposed bones. Mu Xian inserted his slender, pale fingers into the flesh, carefully searching through it, and finally smiled slightly, pulling out a long, beautiful strip of muscle.

Then… He handed me the piece of raw meat, smiling faintly, “The tenderest one.”

…

Yi Pucheng had already swept away half of the corpses like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. He spread his limbs on the ground, rubbed his stomach, and sighed, “That felt good.”

Mu Xian had almost finished eating. Although his posture was more elegant than Yi Pucheng’s, his speed was equally astonishing.

I noticed that after his amnesia, his obsessive-compulsive disorder was less pronounced, but it seemed to still have a subconscious influence. When he took his first bite, he frowned, looking slightly disgusted. But after the first bite, his brow immediately relaxed, and he devoured the meat. I guess it was because the meat was clean and tender.

That said, this world was really clean; after walking around for so long, my hands were still spotless. The unicorn I just saw was also completely immaculate.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Mu Xian put down the piece of meat in her hand, turned her head to look at me, and frowned slightly.

“I’m not very hungry.” I handed the meat back to him, thinking I’d wait until I was starving before giving up.

He took it, staring at me without a word. Behind him, Yi Pucheng said slowly, “Women…let them go hungry.” I glared at him, then softly said to Mu Xian, “We can continue now.”

To my surprise, Mu Xian hooked my arm and lifted me onto his lap, his dark eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement: “Were you always this picky about food?”

How was this considered being a picky eater? I shook my head: “Eat when you’re a little hungry.”

He wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to bring the piece of meat back to my mouth, his deep voice whispering in my ear, “Be good, eat it.”

I was staring at the piece of meat with difficulty when I heard his words, and suddenly I was startled and turned to look at him.

Listen to me, Hua Yao.

Listen to me; you will wear a veil from now on.

Listen to me; give it to me.

…

Perhaps even he himself didn’t realize that he was speaking to me in his old tone again—that seemingly gentle but actually domineering, chauvinistic tone. He would always say to me calmly, “Listen to me, do as I say, and I will handle it.” But every time I stubbornly refused to listen, he would say, “Hua Yao, I will wait until you’re willing.”

I stared blankly at his handsome face, and suddenly my heart ached, and my eyes welled up with tears.

I took the meat from his hand and bent down to bite into it. But my throat felt blocked, and my mouth felt dry and bitter. I could only taste the blood spreading in my mouth, and it tasted like chewing wax. My eyes filled with tears, and I could only feel his sharp gaze fixed on me. I tried my best to hold back my tears.

I’d only taken a few bites when the meat was snatched from my hand. His lips pressed heavily against mine, silencing my almost brutal clinging. The hands around my waist tightened even more. I was breathless from his kisses, and tears finally streamed down my face.

He didn’t release me until my whole body went limp, his dark eyes filled with a deep gloom.

“Seeing the woman who belongs to me, all I can do is cry helplessly…” he said slowly, “It makes me want to beat myself up.”

I was taken aback.

He used to believe that if a man made his woman sad and cry, it was a sign of his incompetence. So every time he saw me cry, he would become anxious and gloomy and then patiently coax and kiss me.

Has nothing changed yet? My heart was filled with mixed emotions of sweetness and bitterness, and I choked out, “I won’t cry anymore.”

He didn’t speak but gently stroked my chin with his fingers.

“We must have loved each other very much before,” he suddenly said.

My heart skipped a beat: “Why?”

He looked at me, his dark eyes unfathomable.

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel so heartbroken.”

The tears I had just held back suddenly welled up again.

But Mu Xian, I said in my heart, you didn’t know; we’ve never said “I love you” to each other before.

I buried my face deep in his chest. He didn’t speak again, only gently stroking my long hair. After a while, when I had completely calmed down, he spoke again.

“But you’re so upset about eating raw meat?” he whispered in my ear, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You are crying like a cat.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Pucheng burst into laughter, as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

I was so embarrassed that I was about to explain when Yi Pucheng stopped laughing and said lazily, “Xiao Mu, I will teach you a trick so that she won’t cry for as many days as we stay here.”

Mu Xian and I both looked over and saw him swagger up, pick some branches and leaves from a nearby tree, throw them on the ground, rustle them around for a bit, and then use his light wheat-colored hand to grasp an even thinner branch and quickly begin to drill into a thin, large tree trunk covered with leaves.

He was actually trying to start a fire by rubbing sticks together…

As expected of an S-class combatant, the twig spun so fast in his hand that it was impossible to see clearly; only a hissing sound could be heard. He remained calm and composed, even turning to look at Mu Xian: “Only soldiers like me, born in the slums and thrown to the most desolate planets to cultivate the land in our teens, know how to make fire by rubbing sticks together.”

Mu Xian watched his actions with interest and nodded: “I really don’t know how. The fire-starting devices in my fleet are all automatic.”

I was staring at Yi Pucheng’s actions with great curiosity when I suddenly realized something was wrong. Cold sweat broke out on my back, and I nervously watched their expressions.

As expected, Yi Pucheng’s hand gripping the tree branch suddenly stopped, and he looked up at us with extremely sharp eyes: “Didn’t I just say that I’m a soldier?”

Mu Xian’s expression also turned serious. He nodded to him, then looked at me and asked, “I used to… also work in the army?”

I froze—because Yi Pucheng was beside me, I hadn’t told Mu Xian his identity, afraid of triggering Yi Pucheng’s memories. Besides, time was tight, so Mu Xian hadn’t asked. Who would have thought they’d both inadvertently reveal habits and experiences from their time in the army?

“Yes, that’s right,” I answered vaguely. “You are a… captain.” Mu Xian glanced at me, perhaps sensing something, and didn’t ask any further questions. Instead, she turned to Yi Pucheng and said, “Hurry up and crawl in. She’s very hungry.”

**

About half an hour later, I sat on the ground, enjoying the perfectly cooked meat strips.

Yi Pucheng sat by the fire with a smile on his face, put his arm around Mu Xian’s shoulder, and said, “Little Mu, maybe we will be able to regain our memories soon. We might have even been in the same fleet before.”

Mu Xian nodded with a faint smile.

I silently swallowed a mouthful of meat.

We couldn’t delay any longer; we must let Mu Xian know the truth immediately.

[Mini Theater]

Hua Yao Chapter: Those Days of the Month

The month the two of them started dating, according to the Mu family, was a daily routine; every night when the lights were just coming on, and ordinary people’s nightlife was just beginning, Mu Xuan and Hua Yao were already in bed “resting.”

But what was meant to happen would eventually happen.

As darkness fell, Hua Yao casually told Morin that she could arrange two classic movies for her that evening. Morin hesitated for a moment, then understood, and went to find the DVDs with a slightly melancholy expression.

When Mu Xian returned home from work, he saw his woman sitting happily on the sofa, a soda in one hand and popcorn in the other, looking radiant. He had a bad feeling. After calculating the date, his heart sank.

He sat down beside her without making a sound, inhaling her scent—a delicate fragrance tinged with…blood. She was engrossed in her reading and casually remarked, “You can go to sleep first tonight.”

These words caused Mu Xian’s already uneasy breathing to freeze again. After sitting silently for a moment, he stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

In the bathroom, the cold distilled water washed over the commander’s young body, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire in his heart. Normally, her hands and feet would turn cold during her period, and she liked to snuggle against him, appearing even more delicate and adorable than usual, every move she made arousing his desire; moreover, the beastmen were naturally bloodthirsty, and the smell of blood would make a half-beast man restless. The thought that the blood came from her private parts only intensified his burning heat.

As he pondered, a certain part of his body was already poised for action. But Mu Xian would never consider resolving it himself—back in his youth, Morin had objectively suggested to the commander that he could have appropriate intimate relations with his hands. But the commander refused without a second thought.

“Everything I have belongs to my future wife,” he said coldly, “especially my sperm!”

So, she would have to work hard tonight. But thinking of her coquettish manner while doing those things, Mu Xian felt a little comforted.

So when the time came, Hua Yao, who was watching the movie “The Mecha Pet’s Counterattack” at a crucial point, was reluctantly carried to bed after her protests went unanswered…