Chapter 102: Life in the Space (Part 2)

Chapter 102: Life in the Space (Part 2)

It was the first time in his life that he had tasted such delectable meat.

He Zhiran also enjoyed this kind of roasted meat. After helping Mo Jiuya to a piece, she dug into it with relish, her pleasure clearly visible on her face.

Not only was the beef delicious, but the mutton and pork belly were equally delectable. The assortment of small seafood and various meatballs were heavenly to Mo Jiuya's taste buds.

However, considering his injuries, He Zhiran only allowed him to savor a little.

Just then, He Zhiran purchased a bottle of Coke and a bottle of Sprite.

Her favorite drink was Coke, but she knew that its taste might not be easily accepted by others. Thus, she decided to buy Sprite for Mo Jiuya.

She passed the Sprite to Mo Jiuya and showed him how to open the cap.

After opening the Sprite, Mo Jiuya glanced at the Coke in He Zhiran's hand.

"Our waters are different?"

He Zhiran explained, "Mine is called Coca-Cola, with a somewhat peculiar taste. I was afraid you wouldn't be accustomed to it, so I bought Sprite for you."

Mo Jiuya poured the Sprite into a glass and took a light sip.

"Mm, it's refreshing and icy cold."

Seeing that he didn't reject the taste of Sprite, He Zhiran poured herself a cup of Coca-Cola.

She had just taken a sip when Mo Jiuya presented her with an empty cup.

"Can I try your Coca-Cola?"

At that moment, He Zhiran felt that Mo Jiuya was like an immature child, finding everything novel.

She laughed and poured him a cup of Coca-Cola, placing it back in front of him.

"Go ahead and try it!"

Mo Jiuya took a sip and immediately knew he enjoyed the taste.

In one swift motion, he drained the entire glass of Coke.

Seeing his actions, He Zhiran could tell that he preferred Coke over Sprite.

Thus, she swapped their beverages.

"I also really enjoy drinking Sprite. Would you like to switch?"

"Sure, I love this Coke."

As they ate and drank, before they knew it, they had polished off the four-person BBQ set that He Zhiran had ordered.

He Zhiran patted her slightly protruding belly from the feast and tidied up the table.

She then replaced the food with various fruits.

Both were rather full at this point. In He Zhiran's mind, it was a rare opportunity to indulge in her favorite foods without restraint, so she had given it her all.

Mo Jiuya sampled each fruit, and in the end, just like He Zhiran, he developed a peculiar fondness for the pungent durian.

By the time they finished, it was deep into the night.

Considering they needed to find a way out of the space the next morning and might face new dangers, ample rest was crucial.

Prompted by He Zhiran, they both retreated to the bedroom.

Inside, there was a large double bed, with He Zhiran sleeping on the inner side as usual, while Mo Jiuya took the outer side.

As this was not their first time sharing a bed, He Zhiran felt no awkwardness at all.

Lying on the soft mattress, Mo Jiuya's mind was awhirl with thoughts.

He now knew all her secrets.

Instead of feeling any discomfort, he found them all incredibly appealing.

Everything within her space, including He Zhiran herself, appeared so delightful to Mo Jiuya.

Mo Jiuya sighed with gratitude to the heavens for bestowing upon him such a wonderful woman.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel sorry for He Zhiran.

After all, he was no longer the revered Duke respected by all; he was now a convicted criminal, exiled from society.

Moreover, it was due to his circumstances that He Zhiran had been dragged into this difficult and perilous life with his family.

As he listened to the steady breathing beside him, Mo Jiuya gently turned his head.

Gazing at her peaceful slumbering face, he silently vowed in his heart.

For as long as he lived, he would do everything in his power to ensure she never suffered any injustice.

...

After a restful night's sleep, He Zhiran opened her eyes to find the large wall clock displaying eight o'clock in the morning.

Perhaps it was because she had stayed up late the previous night, or perhaps it was the comfort of the space, but in both her lifetimes, this was the first time she had slept so late.

He Zhiran rubbed her still-drowsy eyes and turned her head, only to find that Mo Jiuya was not by her side.

She got up, put on her shoes, and stepped out of the bedroom.

There, she saw Mo Jiuya already bustling about in the kitchen.

Steam rose from the pot on the stove as he bent over, cutting something with focus.

This scene appeared somewhat incongruous in He Zhiran's eyes.

Dressed in simple loungewear, his ink-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, his feet clad in large slippers, and a kitchen knife in his hand...

Hearing the sound, Mo Jiuya lifted his head. His icy-cold face, akin to a mountain, unexpectedly revealed a warm and amiable smile towards her.

"Woken up? Breakfast will be ready shortly."

Those simple words instantly softened He Zhiran's heart.

There had been countless times when she had seen similar scenes in TV dramas.

Unexpectedly, such a scenario could unfold in her real life.

To preserve the tranquility of the moment, He Zhiran greeted him with a "good morning" before retreating into the bathroom to freshen up.

When she emerged, she found Mo Jiuya carrying a steaming bowl of noodles towards the dining table. Seeing his somewhat labored movements, He Zhiran recalled the injuries he sustained.

She rushed over and took the bowl from his hands. "You still have wounds. Let me do it."

Indeed, Mo Jiuya was enduring the pain as he carried out these tasks. He wanted to treat He Zhiran well, starting with small gestures and attentiveness.

The wounds on Mo Jiuya's body were indeed painful, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he smiled at He Zhiran, offering her a reassuring gaze. "They're just superficial wounds. They don't amount to much for me."

He Zhiran didn't think so; every one of his wounds was familiar to her.

With so many stitches, it couldn't have just been a superficial injury.

Without suspecting anything, He Zhiran placed the bowl on the table and pulled Mo Jiuya towards the treatment room to examine his wounds and change his dressing.

Mo Jiuya refused to move, insisting on watching her finish her noodles before examining his injuries.

Not wanting to disappoint him, He Zhiran returned to the kitchen for another bowl of noodles, which they both finished together.

The noodles tasted rather plain, but the carefully cooked egg and vegetables revealed that the man had put much effort into making them.

Mo Jiuya also acknowledged his lack of culinary skills and made a mental note to improve in the future.

After changing Mo Jiuya's bandages and administering an IV drip, He Zhiran spoke up, "I plan to attempt a descent. Once we reach the ground, I'll take you out with me."

Mo Jiuya was well aware that, given his current condition, it was impossible for him to safely descend from the height with He Zhiran in tow.

Considering that their family must be frantic after their one-day-and-one-night absence, he didn't object to the plan.

After all, he had come to understand the existence of this dimension and approved of He Zhiran's approach.

"Alright, but be extremely cautious. If it's not feasible, wait until my injuries have healed before attempting any alternatives."