The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL] Chapter 93: Fresh Caught Shrimp

Xu Feng was nestled in the plush, leather-upholstered seats of his sleek rcedes Benz carriage as it rolled steadily toward Yilin town. The exuberant dancing on the seats from earlier had given way to a forced and ticulously controlled temperant.

His silver hair, expertly arranged in another intricate updo, frad his face in a way that accentuated its striking beauty. The recent events had left his lips even redder and more pouty than before.

While his face generally maintained a stoic composure, the flush of his cheeks provided an alluring contrast, hinting at the disheveled state he had briefly embraced.

The journey had prompted him to change out of the formal robe he had worn earlier in the day. In its place, he now wore a simpler, more practical outfit, carefully layered beneath his homade padded jacket to fend off the winter chill.

However, even this unconventional ensemble couldn’t disguise his otherworldly charm. His aura exuded an ethereal androgyny, rging masculine and feminine beauty in a way that left anyone who gazed upon him utterly captivated. He was a true Adonis in every sense of the word.

As he maintained a façade of leisure and self-control, his eyes remained fixed, either on the floor of the carriage or gazing out at the barren winter scenery.

The landscape had not yet been blanketed by snow, and it rolled by in a somber and muted palette of grays and browns, providing a stark contrast to his internal turmoil.

The two n seated across from Xu Feng maintained their composure, not letting any discomfort slip. They regarded his peculiar padded jacket as just another one of the ger’s many quirks. While it was unconventional, they couldn’t deny its practicality, and it did appear to be warm and comfortable.

Although his body remained poised in the seat, Xu Feng’s mind couldn’t help but drift back to the earlier monts, which continued to flash vividly in his head. He had never expected to see this teasing side of Xuan Yang, nor did he realize just how skilled Xuan Jian was in the art of flirting.

He was supposed to be the master of flirtation!

Yet, it was as though he had unwittingly unleashed a can of worms he wasn’t prepared for. Too many unexpected qualities in the two n—no, his husbands—were coming to light.

He had known that the grey eyed man had a flirtatious streak in him, but the level of expertise he had witnessed was entirely unexpected.

The two snakes seed to complent each other perfectly, not only in their relationship but also in their interactions with him. It was becoming evident that they were just as sly and cunning as one might expect a pair of snakes to be, playing with their unsuspecting prey.

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[Flashback]

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The Nanshan estate gates and the servants of the estate stood witness to the awkward, unforgettable scene.

Xu Feng was caught in the teasing crossfire of his husbands.

He cast a nervous glance at the smirking Xuan Yang, a man whose capacity for teasing had never been seen by Xu Feng before. His gaze then flicked to Xuan Jian, whose wide grin held nothing back.

Xu Feng couldn’t bear to make eye contact with anyone else, if he couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see him.

The two n had joined forces to playfully reduce him to a blushing, stamring ss, and he couldn’t help but wonder if they had so devious plan to cook him alive with embarrassnt.

Was he just a piece of shrimp to them?

The winter winds that whistled outside were no match for the heat that had overwheld his face. It felt as though his entire body was afla, and he longed for a mont’s relief.

He wished he could lt into the air itself, but there was no escape from this ordeal.

As if sensing his discomfort, Xuan Jian couldn’t resist pushing Xu Feng a little further. With a twinkle in his eye, he delivered a playful remark that sent shivers down Xu Feng’s spine.

"I’m your husband, the one who assisted in removing your ceremonial bridal knots on our wedding day," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes, "but I’ve yet to receive my kiss."

Xu Feng’s heart pounded wildly in his chest, and it seed like he might keel over and die from sheer mortification.

Did Xuan Jian have to bring up the bridal chamber and their intimate mont in front of the servants? It was an unbearable situation, and Xu Feng could feel the collective gaze of everyone in the space weighing on him.

While Si and San might have lost all remnants of respect for Xu Feng, the situation wasn’t so clear cut with Erlang, Jie, and Bo. These three hadn’t yet reached the point of looking down on him as their master, in Xu Feng’s opinion.

Of course, while Xu Feng still had dreams of respect and dostic harmony, most everyone present already knew him to be a pervert, or at least a budding pervert.

Erlang, though young, had been exposed to his fair share of Xu Feng’s peculiarities. He had been tasked with fetching the ger’s bathing water and even had to empty the tub after each of his bathing sessions.

Erlang, in his youth, might not have grasped the full story, but he was certainly not too far off.

As for Jie and Bo, seasoned martial artists who had faithfully served Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang for nearly a decade(?), they were privy to the details of the two n’s relationship. They had even been witnesses to so snippets of Xu Feng’s bedroom activities.

Not because they were perverts, that was yet to be seen, but because of their heightened senses.

Now, the once aloof young mistress was becoming a multi-dinsional character in the eyes of the Nanshan estate residents.

Xuan Jian was openly asking for his kiss, and Xu Feng didn’t want to continue this ga further. Teasing was okay, but public teasing was too great a level for him and his poker face to endure.

Xu Feng attempted to break free again, but it beca painfully evident that he was up against an entirely different level of strength. Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, both with their immortal bloodline heritage were too strong for his strength as a ger.

It was like an Oga trying to break free from an Alpha in an online novel, it was a pitiful and dramatic attempt that was not his genre of choice. Xu Feng knew though, that if he asked, Xuan Jian would release him, but...

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