I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 192 - 130: Dreaming

If she were a woman, she would be screaming right now.

Thinking like this, Young Master Gu realized there was something off with his thought process.

She submerged her entire body into the bath barrel, leaving only her head exposed.

Steam rose around her, and fresh, vibrant rose petals filled the bath, obstructing Rong Heng’s view.

Gu Lan was in a good mood today, and had purposely asked Zijin to add many petals for her—pink and fragrant—feeling as if she was about to be perfectly marinated, floating in delight.

Unexpectedly, Rong Heng barged in.

The delicate, fair features of Gu Lan’s face were flushed from the steam, her red lips slightly pursed, and her clear black and white eyes pooled with moisture, looking misty and innocent.

Her black hair floated in the water, wet and smooth.

This scene delivered an immense shock to Rong Heng. He took a deep breath, turned his back, and explained with a calm voice: "Wei Chengyuan took my room."

Gu Lan composed herself, her gaze on his back, tying her belt at a humanly impossible speed.

After tying it, she realized she made a mistake—she had taken off her chest wrap, so what was the use of tying the belt?

If she were caught like this, it’d be truly perverted—physiologically speaking.

Moreover...

Gu Lan wondered whether her new belt was waterproof.

She tried to regain her composure, teasing, "Sleeping with Wei Chengyuan is still sleeping, and sleeping with me is also sleeping, so why choose to come to me?"

Rong Heng: Because her room has a rocking chair!

He was just about to explain when Zijin’s voice came from outside: "Young Master, I’m coming in."

Gu Lan longed for the hot water bucket Zijin was carrying, but seeing Rong Heng with his back to her, blushing to his very ears, she sighed and called out, "No need, I’ve already finished bathing."

Zijin asked curiously, "Doesn’t Young Master usually soak for a full two-hour?"

Gu Lan quickly said, "Are you talking about yourself? When do I ever take a long time to bathe?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

A real man only needs five minutes to bathe! She would never soak for two-hour!

Zijin, not noticing Gu Lan’s unusualness, then asked, "Shall I assist the Young Master with—" dressing.

Before she could finish, Gu Lan hurriedly interrupted, "No need, Zijin, go to sleep quickly; staying up late adds ten wrinkles."

Zijin: ...

Once Zijin finally left, Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief and spoke freely:

"Brother Hang, why are you turning your back on me? We are both men. I have what you have. What’s there to be shy about?"

"Oh."

Rong Heng responded lightly and turned around, fixing his gaze on Gu Lan.

"..."

She hadn’t expected him to actually turn around.

Eyes met.

Gu Lan suddenly didn’t know what to say to lighten the atmosphere.

If she ignored Rong Heng’s flushed ears, he seemed just as composed as usual.

He chuckled once, his dark eyes revealing no emotion, and mockingly said:

"So the Young Master Gu needs a full two-hour bath, with petals in the tub."

Gu Lan’s face flushed—an extremely rare sight for her—then she quickly regained her calm and said:

"Ah right, we boys need to be fragrant to be attractive to men."

"Who do you want to attract?"

Rong Heng’s gaze still fixed on her, his black eyes deep and enigmatic, causing her to shiver inexplicably.

Gu Lan answered calmly, "Of course, in the future, to find a suitable partner... Brother Hang, you wouldn’t understand."

The room temperature in the bathroom was high, and the steam on the beams slowly condensed into water droplets, dropping onto Rong Heng’s hair.

A fleeting, unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes as he looked up, glanced around, and quietly stated, "The water’s cold."

Moments later, Rong Heng returned with a hot water bucket.

"I, I, I can do it myself."

Gu Lan stammered.

"Besides, I’m almost finished bathing, Brother Hang. Why don’t you soak a bit?"

Fortunately, Rong Heng had no intention of personally adding more hot water for her.

Gu Lan glimpsed at the clothes placed on the screen nearby, including the chest wrap she had removed, and steadied her mind, speaking in a calm and relaxed tone:

"Brother Hang, even though I like... men." Although it was a simple phrase, Gu Lan found it hard to say, as if it were stuck in her throat.

She, a seven-foot-tall man, would henceforth have only the image of someone gay in Rong Heng’s mind.

"But between you and me, things should remain as they were."

A brooding color shrouded Rong Heng’s expression, and without answering, he finally walked out.

Gu Lan quickly dried herself off, changed into her clothes, attached the fake Adam’s apple, then adjusted her belt to find it hadn’t been affected by the water, and swung her wet hair, walking out with composure.

Rong Heng was already sitting calmly in his rocking chair. Seeing Gu Lan come out, he asked, "Where’s the blanket on this chair?"

Gu Lan was momentarily stunned, and politely replied, "I think You’er took it to wash. Brother Hang, my bed is big enough, why not join me? It’s so cold in winter; suppose you catch a cold from sleeping on the chair through the night?"

Rong Heng glanced at Gu Lan’s bed and nodded, "Sure."

He had just been thinking that the chair was uncomfortable for sleeping.

Gu Lan: ...

She was just being polite! Was it too late to take back her words now?

Feeling a bit upset, Gu Lan looked at her own bed, luckily, it was quite large—it could even fit three people comfortably.

The Young Master reassured herself not to panic, patted the pillow, and sincerely invited, "Brother Hang, you go ahead and sleep. I’ll lie down once my hair is dry."

Rong Heng couldn’t fall asleep, but he quietly crawled onto Gu Lan’s bed. After laying down, he silently moved to the inside, closed his eyes, leaving space beside him.

In his mind, he still saw the flushed face of Gu Lan in the bathroom just moments ago.

After some time, Rong Heng felt the sight before him go dark. When he opened his eyes, he found that Gu Lan had extinguished the lights, with only the Luminous Pearl placed farthest away emitting a soft glow.

Next moment, a part beside him sagged.

Rong Heng’s eyelashes fluttered, his body stiff and motionless.

The Gu Lan beside him was like a warm, small stove, emitting warmth that made him involuntarily want to draw closer.

Her scent was sweet, mixed with the fragrance of roses, enticing and captivating.

Rong Heng’s heart raced, thinking he wouldn’t sleep tonight, but unexpectedly, he drifted off unknowingly after all.

As a result, he had a thrilling dream.

In this dream, Rong Heng saw a blinding white light; after it faded, he dumbly watched Gu Lan rise from the misty bath barrel.

She stood with bare, fair jade feet on the wooden floor, her toes shrinking back slightly from the cold.

Facing his gaze, her smile was beguiling and seductive, the upturned corners of her eyes sparkling with moisture, as she extended a fair hand towards him.

Palm up.

Rong Heng saw himself irresistibly clasp that hand, then was gently pulled into the bath barrel by her.

Warm vapor rose, and she leaned faintly closer to him, surrounding him with her familiar sweet fragrance and warm breaths.

Rong Heng had never had such a peculiar dream before.

Gu Lan slept even more soundly than he did. She also thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but surprisingly, the medicinal scent from Rong Heng made her feel at ease, letting her sleep dreamlessly through the night.

She woke up quicker than Rong Heng, realizing upon opening her eyes that she was clutching his arm, with a heavy leg draped over him.

Meanwhile, Rong Heng furrowed his brows, his face flushed, breathing heavily.

Thankfully, she woke up quickly; Rong Heng was nearly suffocated by her weight!

Gu Lan discreetly withdrew her leg, pulling the quilt down for Rong Heng, but inadvertently saw something she shouldn’t have, her pupils contracting sharply.

This height... What a crime.

The Young Master lowered her head, checking herself; her belt was tight and calm.

She still wanted to exchange it; she wanted one that could stand up.