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Chapter 225 A Hot Night
Chapter 225 A Hot Night
Bai Yu responded, his voice a little hoarse than he had expected.
"Thank you for fishing with me tonight."
Miraja said.
"I had a lot of fun fishing."
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"Yes, yes, yes."
Mirajane smiled, her eyes softening further.
"However, seeing your back as you carried Kanna into the cabin, I was thinking..."
She paused for a moment.
"If you really had a child, you would probably be a good father."
Bai Yu remained silent.
Rangiku said something on his right shoulder, but her voice was muffled and unintelligible.
Robin was behind him, his breathing steady and warm.
Mirajah was right in front of him, within arm's reach.
The five people, with Bai Yu at the center, formed an inseparable whole.
The sea breeze continued to blow, carrying a salty taste and a slight chill.
The starlight continued to fall, landing on everyone's faces and making the intoxication even more hazy.
The boat rocked gently, like a cradle, making one feel drowsy.
Bai Yu didn't know when he relaxed his tense muscles.
It might have been the warmth of Mirajane's body, the tranquility of Yachiru, the intoxication of Rangiku's sake, or the laughter of Robin in his ear that broke down his last line of defense.
In short, he gradually relaxed.
He put one arm around Mirajane's waist to prevent her from slipping off in front.
He placed his other hand on Rangiku's back to steady her.
Yachiru moved even closer, pressing her entire body against him as if she wanted to melt into his body.
Robin's hands reached over his shoulders and wrapped around his chest.
The combined body heat of the five people created a small, warm stove in the slightly chilly night.
"It's so warm."
"Um----"
Rangiku gave a muffled response, her voice sounding as if she were dreaming.
Mirajane buried her face in the crook of Baiyu's neck, her breathing becoming long and even.
Robin rested her chin on Bai Yu's head, her eyes closed, a faint smile on her lips.
Time lost its meaning at this moment.
I don't know how much time has passed—
It could be a few minutes, or it could be half an hour, and people who should be awake have already fallen asleep.
Rangiku's breathing became heavy, her breath brushing against Shiraha's collarbone, tickling him.
Yachiru's head slid off his shoulder and rested on his chest.
Mirajane nestled in his arms, clutching his clothes tightly, refusing to let go even in her sleep.
Robin relaxed her grip on him a bit, but her arms were still wrapped around his waist like a gentle chain.
Bai Yu was surrounded by four women and unable to move.
He tried to move his numb arm, but as soon as he did, Mirajane grunted in dissatisfaction and gripped him even tighter.
Rangiku's hair fell down and rested on the back of his hand, tickling him.
Robin shifted behind him, nuzzling his head twice with his chin, as if searching for a more comfortable position.
He looked down at the women in his arms; their faces were soft in the moonlight, unlike their appearance during the day.
There is no sharpness in battle, no laughter in daily life, only the purest tranquility.
Kanna fell asleep in the cabin.
Artoria and the others fell asleep on the deck.
Bai Yu was the only one who was still somewhat awake.
He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the starry sky.
The Milky Way stretches across the sky, with countless stars twinkling, some bright, some dim, some near, and some far.
Just like the people around me.
Some are close at hand, while others are far away.
But at this moment, at this specific point in time, they are all here.
Bai Yu closed her eyes.
The sea breeze continues to blow.
The waves continued to crash.
The stars continue to shine.
The boat continued to rock.
Length of night.
But Bai Yu felt that it would be nice if time could stop at this moment.
I don't know how much time has passed.
It could be a century, or it could be just a moment.
Bai Yu felt someone move in his arms.
It's not turning over, it's waking up.
Mirajane slowly raised her head, her hazy eyes meeting Bai Yu's gaze in the moonlight.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Mirajane blinked, as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Then she realized that she was lying in Bai Yu's arms, her hands gripping his clothes, her face pressed against his neck, in an incredibly intimate position.
She should step aside.
But she didn't.
"You're awake?"
Her voice was very soft, like Rangiku, who was sleeping soundly behind her, afraid of waking her.
"Um.
""
Bai Yu's voice was also very soft.
Mirajah looked up at him, the moonlight shining from behind her, turning her silver hair white.
Her face was very close to Bai Yu's.
Getting closer.
They were so close that their breaths mingled.
So close that her eyelashes almost touched his cheek.
Nearby.
Bai Yu sensed it.
An incredibly soft touch pressed against his face.
She simply buried her face in the crook of his neck, then snuggled back into his arms.
But because the two had already made eye contact once, their body postures subtly changed.
Now her face was pressed against his neck, and her prized assets were now pressed against Bai Yu's chest and arms without reservation.
At this moment, it was pressing down on Bai Yu's chest and arms without reservation.
soft.
Very soft.
So soft was Bai Yu's mind that it went blank for a moment.
Mirajane didn’t seem to realize how bad the posture was, or she did realize it but didn’t care.
She simply snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position.
With that touch, Bai Yu experienced what "soft jade and warm fragrance" truly meant.
"Miraj".
Bai Yu's voice sounded a little strained.
"Um?"
Mirajane's voice was muffled, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up.
"It's nothing."
Bai Yu chose to keep quiet.
Because he didn't know what to say.
Mirajane seemed quite pleased that he wasn't talking, and his body relaxed a bit more.
The moonlight fell softly, bathing the two of them like a thin layer of silver gauze.
"White Feather."
Mirajane suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.
"Um?
'
Bai Yu responded.
"Let's stay here."
Miraja said.
"Just the two of us."
Bai Yu remained silent for a second.
"it is good."
Mirajane's fingers curled up on his clothes, as if suppressing some emotion.
Then she smiled, a smile that was not very clear in the moonlight, but Bai Yu could feel the warmth of her lips against his skin as they turned up.
She did not back down.
They actually got even closer.
Bai Yu's hand was placed on her waist without her noticing.
It's not conscious; it's more like a bodily instinct. When something soft and warm comes close, your hand automatically seeks a point of support.
Mirajane has a very slim waist.
It was so small that Bai Yu felt she could wrap her arms around it with one hand.
He could feel the curves of her waist, the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric, and the rise and fall of her abdomen as she breathed.
But Miraj did not show any resistance.
She simply continued to bury her head in the crook of his neck, maintaining that ambiguous, almost dangerous posture.
At some point, Rangiku rolled over, shifting from Shiraha's right shoulder to his left, muttering, "Another bottle, please."
.
The starry sky is beautiful.
The sea breeze is cool.
The temperature in my arms was very warm.
Bai Yu closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the waves, the rising and falling breaths of the five women, and the beating of his own heart.
He suddenly remembered a sentence.
I didn't see it in a book, nor did anyone tell him.
At that moment, the thought naturally came to mind: "This is probably what happiness is all about."
It's not because of what you've gained, nor because of how much you possess.
These people are here at this time and in this place.
The ship continued sailing in an unknown direction.
The starlight continued to spill across the sea, breaking into pieces of silver light.
The night in the deep sea is still very long.
The night was as dark as ink, and the starlight, like scattered silver, was sprinkled on the undulating sea, flickering with the folds of the waves.
The ship rocked gently, like a tender cradle, lifted up and down by the breath of the sea.
The rhythm was very slow, so slow that you could almost count the intervals between each rise and fall; it was the heartbeat of the sea.
Bai Yu couldn't explain when he lost his sense of time.
It might have been the moment Mirajane buried her face in the crook of his neck, or the moment her breath began to weave a warm net across his skin, or perhaps even earlier. As early as when Yachiru first leaned on his shoulder, he was already no longer in the river of normal time.
Time now belongs to another dimension.
It doesn't calculate based on the ticking of the second hand, but rather on the transfer of body temperature, the resonance of the heartbeat, and the subtle changes in humidity in the air with each overlapping breath.
Mirajane stirred in his arms.
It wasn't the unconscious rubbing anymore, but a slower, softer movement, as if the whole person was melting, the muscles and bones losing their original shape, turning into a flowing, warm substance, reshaping along the contours of Bai Yu's body.
Her fingers were still gripping his shirt, but the grip had loosened considerably.
It wasn't loosening; it became a more intimate way of holding on. It wasn't grasping; it was clinging, as if she had chosen to entrust all her weight to Bai Yu from a very high place.
Bai Yu could sense all the changes happening in her body.
The warmth of her chest, the rise and fall of her waist and abdomen, the curve of her outer thigh against his knee, and more.
Those two soft, muscular masses.
It wasn't the kind of brief, mind-numbing touch I'd experienced before.
Rather, it is a continuous, constant reminder of their existence.
Mirajane's chest pressed against his left chest, above his heart.
The two heartbeats were beating at different frequencies, but for some reason, Bai Yu felt that they were slowly getting closer, like two trains coming from different directions meeting at the same platform.
Thump, thump thump.
Thump, thump, thump-thump.
The rhythms began to overlap.
Bai Yu's right hand was still on her waist, and his fingers moved unintentionally, touching a strap peeking out from the edge of her bra. It was a very small strap, so thin that it was almost imperceptible, but the fact that it was there made Bai Yu's fingers freeze for a moment.
She rubbed against it again.
Mirajane's face slid from the nape of his neck to his collarbone, his lips brushing against his skin. It was so light, as light as a petal falling on water, barely causing a ripple.
But Bai Yu sensed it.
Every single cell felt it.
The lips were a little cooler than he had expected, perhaps because they had been exposed to the sea breeze for too long, and had a slightly chilly feel. But the moment their lips touched his skin, that slight coolness was almost instantly swallowed up by the heat of his body, turning into a warm, moist sensation.
Bai Yu's breathing became heavier.
It was a very subtle change, so subtle that Mirajane wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been so close.
But she was too close.
So close that each of his breaths would first brush against her hair before dissipating into the night breeze.
She probably sensed the change in his heartbeat.
Because her hand loosened from his collar, and then, slowly, as if afraid of disturbing something, her hand slid from his chest to his side, finally stopping at a position between his waist and ribs.
It wasn't a caress.
It's not touching.
It's just sitting there.
Bai Yu's chin rested on the top of her head, her hair brushing against his jawline, soft, smooth, and carrying a faint scent of shampoo.
He wanted to say something.
But he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, any language seems superfluous, or even offensive.
There are moments when words are unnecessary. Language can shatter something in the air, like a stone thrown into a perfect mirror-like lake; no matter how beautiful the ripples, it will never be the same lake again.
So he chose to remain silent.
He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his senses.
The night wind blew from the sea, carrying a salty, fishy smell and some unidentifiable scent from afar—perhaps a school of fish, perhaps seaweed, or perhaps the fragrance of flowers from some distant land, diluted to almost nothing after traveling thousands of miles.
The wind blew through his hair, through his open collar, and through the tiny gaps between him and Mirajane's bodies.
But strangely, even with the wind, he still felt hot.
It's not because of body temperature.
It's because of her.
It was because Mirajane was nestled in his arms, like a fish that had swum from the cold deep sea to a hot spring, instinctively curling up in the warmest place.
Her leg moved.
Previously, her legs were curled up on the chair, with her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs. Now, she slowly lowered her legs and stretched them out a bit. This movement caused her center of gravity to sink down, making her chest press harder against him and her waist and abdomen pressed even more tightly against him.
Then her foot found his ankle.
Her feet were cold.
His socks had been kicked off sometime earlier, and his bare insteps were pressed against his ankles, which were exposed outside his trousers, with warm skin against cool skin.
She slipped her feet between his ankles, as if searching for the warmest crevice.
Bai Yu did not dodge.
She even subconsciously pulled her ankles together, wrapping her feet in between.
Her feet gradually warmed up.
Then he started to feel his whole body getting hot.
It was a heat that started from the heart, spreading along the blood vessels to the extremities, as if someone had lit a fire deep inside her body. The flames burned along the river of blood, across her chest, abdomen, arms, and legs, finally converging at every point where her body touched.