◎ I still want to bet that he loves me. ◎
When I walked out of Mr. Harris's room, I stared at the reduced replica of the Astel mech in my hand, feeling a bit shocked.
I vaguely described Ash's current situation to Mr. Harris, omitting the experience of being humiliated in the prisoner of war camp, and simply telling him that Bu Huaiyuan seems to have a serious stress reaction to operating mechs now.
"I only asked him a question, and he seemed very resistant." Lin Qingshu was driven out again, and I worriedly asked Mr. Harris, "But I haven't had a chance to find out what happened, so I'm a little worried about him. . ."
"About Astil?"
Mr. Harris was a little surprised. I nodded, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "Astil was a gift I gave him. If he doesn't want to operate the mech. . ."
Suddenly, Mr. Harris closed his eyes and opened them again. The golden sphere seemed to receive some kind of instruction and fluttered its wings, flying outside. I turned to watch its small figure disappear outside the door, and it quickly flew back.
Two mechanical hands extended from under the sphere, hooking onto a mech model like a hanging basket. It was the reduced replica of Astil that I saw on the top shelf of the bookcase on the left wall when I entered the room.
"Mr. Harris, what is this?"
He nodded imperceptibly and gestured with his eyes for me to take the ordinary alpha-sized model handed to me by the mechanical sphere. The mech model was heavy in my hand, and it looked valuable at first glance, so I had to hold it carefully with both hands. After I had taken the model, Mr. Harris began to explain, "This is not just an ordinary model, it is a test version that I left behind when I was designing a mech for Huaiyuan. It can simulate the entire structure of Astil from the inside out."
"So amazing?" I lowered my head and carefully examined the model, feeling that every corner and component was made very finely and realistically, almost no different from the mechs I saw through the glass window at the base. Turning the mech over, I found a pin-sized hole in the chest.
"Insert the switch made of meteorite crystal gold into it, and you can activate this model. The internal structure of the mech and the cockpit will be projected through the eyes." Mr. Harris explained to me and handed me a slender stick with two circular rings embedded at the top, which were fastened together.
"Do you want to try it?" He smiled and said.
I cautiously inserted the small stick, and the mech seemed to come alive instantly. The crystal blue light flickered on its body, and in almost the next second, a large space with interlaced data streams was unfolded. After a few more seconds, those data streams twisted, merged, and separated, and the view finally became completely clear.
I had never seen the cockpit of Astil, but I had encountered civilian mechs before. Their cockpits were usually small and could only accommodate one person. The internal vehicles were also relatively simple and plain, emphasizing practicality over aesthetics.
But Astil was completely different. Although the pilot's seat was of standard size, perhaps because the mech itself was extremely tall, the entire cockpit was spacious and well-lit with a blue hue, full of an inorganic sense of technology.
This projection may have used some technology that I was not familiar with, generating a dedicated field-like space. I could walk into it and touch all the furnishings and control panels inside the cockpit. . . as if I had really entered Astil.
This was my first encounter with a biological mech, and everything seemed fresh and exciting. It wasn't until Mr. Harris called my name that I snapped out of it and walked out from inside. Strictly speaking, I prefer to call this kind of mapping "domain" rather than projection. When entering the data stream, one feels as if they are in another realistic space.
Mr. Harris still had a smile on his face." If Huaiyuan is resistant to the mecha itself rather than driving it, perhaps you can let him try this."
I carefully put away this precious model and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Harris."
He shook his head and sighed, "I can't leave the tower in my current state. . . When Huaiyuan is feeling better, can you bring him to see this old man?"
I looked at Mr. Harris's gentle and calm eyes and nodded slightly.
Since Lin Qingshu and I walked in here, Mr. Harris has not asked why Bu Huaiyuan did not come. I originally thought that Mu Haichao had informed him in advance, but just now he clearly had no idea about Bu Huaiyuan's current situation, so I gave up on this guess.
Mr. Harris must understand and trust Bu Huaiyuan enough. Perhaps he had already guessed that his favorite student would not come before Lin Qingshu and I appeared. I can understand a little bit why Axiu didn't want to come see Mr. Harris.
That's really nice.
I couldn't help but feel a little envious that Axiu had such a good teacher by his side.
"After seeing Mr. Harris, do you have anything you want to say?"Once again, I boarded the floating ladder, holding onto my mech model and flipping it over and over, unable to put it down. Suddenly, Lin Qingshu spoke up and startled me.
I turned my head and asked, "Huh?"
He smiled and squinted his eyes, "About your parents, or maybe Bu Huaiyuan."
I furrowed my brows, not understanding what he meant and not bothering to entertain him, I shook my head nonchalantly. Lin Qingshu snorted and said he didn't expect me to be so heartless towards my own parents.
"It's not that I'm heartless," I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "I'm not their favorite, so naturally they're not mine. Besides, it's been so many years since they passed away, do I have to be hysterical about it?"
"Furthermore, what does the power struggle among the upper echelons have to do with me?"
I sneered, "I just want to see Gao Qingping, that scumbag, go to hell. I don't want to get involved with anything else, whether it's the military or the royal family."
"You don't want to participate?" Lin Qingshu seemed to find it strange.
I felt puzzled, "What can I participate in? The only thing I can offer is being the child of my parents, but they've been gone for years, what use is that?"
Lin Qingshu looked at me intently for a while before clicking his tongue, "Well, Bu Huaiyuan is already like that, he can't do without you anyway." "Don't use that tone with Bu Huaiyuan in front of me." I stared at him coldly, catching a glimpse of my own blurry and fierce expression reflected on the opposite wall. Pheromones were stirring in the elevator.
". . . Okay." He closed his mouth.
As soon as the elevator door opened, I didn't even look at him and immediately walked out. Just as I had taken a few steps, I suddenly heard a strange voice calling out to me, "Miss Yu?"
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar face that often appeared in the news - Prince Deli.
". . . Hello, Prince Deli."
I remembered Mr. Harris telling me that Mu Haichao had asked him to mediate between the military and the middlemen. I stopped in my tracks, knowing that Prince Deli must have also come to see Mr. Harris.
"Do you know me?" Prince Deli was tall and exuded an aura of long-standing authority. His eye sockets were deep, his eyebrows were low, and he always seemed to have a sense of imposing power.
Although he had a polite smile on his face and his tone was very courteous, I still felt a sense of oppression that I had never felt from Mu Haichao or Harris.
"I often see you in the news," I smiled and stepped aside to make way for the elevator, "Are you also here to see Mr. Harris?"
"I have some things to discuss with my teacher." I don't know if it's because I've received too much information, but I no longer feel nervous when I see Prince Deli. I step back a bit and ask him to go ahead: "Then I won't disturb you."
He still maintains a smile, nods at me, and passes me by, greeting Lin Qingshu.
"Qingshu, it's been a long time since we last met."
The two of them exchanged polite greetings for a while, chatting about trivial matters, and Prince Deli finally walked up the floating stairs.
I maintain a respectful expression and bid him farewell. He smiles and says, "Miss Yu, I hope to have the chance to meet you again."
I: ". . ."
I reluctantly force a smile and say, "Sure, it would be my pleasure."
"Prince Deli seems to be very interested in you," Lin Qingshu says, not caring that I just warned him, looking like he's enjoying the show.
I say irritably, "Is he interested in me? He's obviously interested in Bu Huaiyuan."
I'm lazy to deal with these things, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. As an ordinary alpha who had no intersection with the imperial aristocracy in my early life, how could I have gained the favor of Prince Deli, the actual ruler of the royal family, with just one meeting?
Lin Qingshu and Mu Haichao, who have connections with me, are no longer people who can attract his attention. Only Bu Huaiyuan, whom I can easily guess, does the royal information network still not know about Bu Huaiyuan's relationship with me, let alone the fact that Mu Haichao is still active.
I looked down at the mecha model in my arms, sighed heavily, and felt that the situation was tense and a storm was coming.
I need to come up with a plan to help Axiu recover as quickly as possible.
Before I could even start thinking, I heard someone calling my name again as they came down from the carriage with wings.
". . . Yu Bie."
It was a voice I had never heard before, but I could still recognize him at a glance, even though he had a biological mask on and there was no hint of sweet and bitter pheromones on him.
It was Axiu wearing a mask.
I was stunned for two seconds, and my heart began to race.
I wanted to rush over and hug him immediately, but considering the crowd and the possibility of arousing suspicion if we were too intimate, I had to restrain myself and walk over slowly." Why did you come?" I casually patted Axiu's shoulder, but couldn't resist lightly hooking my little finger on his exposed collarbone.
Axiu looked down at me, very candidly saying, "You've been gone for too long, I was a little worried."
"For a long time?" I was a little surprised, not paying attention to the time at Mr. Harris's place.
He pursed his lips and said softly, "You've been gone for an hour and twenty-seven minutes."
Remembering it so clearly, it surprised me even more.
The biological mask changed the shape of his face and eyes, but couldn't change the length of his eyelashes. Axiu's long eyelashes hung down quietly, casting a shadow under his eyes, trembling slightly as he unconsciously blinked. That shadow swayed and his eyelashes swept directly across my heart.
"How do you remember it so clearly? And you came out to find me, it's too dangerous. Didn't Mu Haichao stop you?"
"And you should know what kind of place this is, right? You know a lot of people who know Bu Huaiyuan, aren't you nervous?"
My fingers pressed against his shoulder, poking him as I asked. Axiu took a step back. Someone who didn't know what was going on would think we were arguing.
Until he had nowhere else to go, his back against a pillar that no one paid attention to, he grabbed my hand, lowered his head and affectionately touched his lips to it, then looked up at me with a focused gaze." . . . I miss you."
I felt my breath catch, my cheeks suddenly heating up, and my ears burning. I knew I couldn't resist his straightforwardness, so I reached out and pinched his lips, telling him not to speak. Axiu obediently clasped my wrist, his lips flattened and not resisting.
"Here, Mr. Harris gave this to me."
My heart itched, and I flipped my empty hand over, placing the mecha model I had taken from Mr. Harris in front of him.
As soon as the model was taken out, I keenly felt his lips twitch. Axiu stared at the shrunken version of Astil, his deep brown pupils trembling and his face stiff with shock and disbelief.
The relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere from just now disappeared in an instant.
He clearly knew what this model was for.
"Mr. Harris asked me to try it with you," I released my fingers and instead lightly rested them on his chin, "Do you want to try it?"
Axiu's lips turned pale, and his eyes, which were still moist just a moment ago, seemed to dry up all at once.
He didn't look at me, and just stared blankly without saying a word." Give it a try."
I coaxed him in a soft voice, "Can you do all the things you did on the mecha in your memory again with me?"
Before being caught by Gao Qingping, Bu Huaiyuan never resisted controlling the mecha. It was only that group of people - no, those beasts - who forced him to do something on the mecha.
At that time, the atmosphere between me and Axiu was too good, and the sweet pheromones had paralyzed my brain, making me unable to react for a while. But on second thought, what else could those beasts who played with Omega at will do to Axiu?
I hated him so much that my heart was on fire, with explosive anger like a stellar explosion. I had long wanted to bite Axiu to pieces and swallow him, so that he could never think of those dark and malicious things again.
But with the mecha, I had to be gentle enough and patient enough.
This was different from every other time.
Any hint of coercion or rudeness would become the biggest accomplice in stimulating Axiu's fragile and sensitive nerves.
He even felt ashamed to face Mr. Harris.
Astil, who had been with him through life and death on the battlefield, had almost become a part of his soul. How could he dare to touch him?
Axiu said he would believe me, and I already know that.
I also want to bet that he loves me.
. . . not just a little bit, but very, very much.
I touched his cold lips.
Axiu looked at me with misty, fragmented eyes.
"Go back," he said.
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