Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH145

Chapter 145: Sleep

The smooth silk fabric glided over his skin with incredible comfort, and Chu Yang couldn’t resist smoothing his hands down the front of his pajamas a few more times.

Settling under the light, cloud-soft quilt—he couldn’t tell if it was premium silk or goose down, only that it felt weightless and wonderfully warm—Chu Yang rolled onto his side. He looked at Jiang Jue, who was already resting with his eyes closed. “Brother Jiang, are we heading outside the base tomorrow?”

Without opening his eyes, Jiang Jue replied in a calm, steady voice: “We only just arrived, so there’s no rush. Take a few days to rest and get your energy back. We’ll head out in a couple of days.”

Chu Yang nodded inwardly; the reasoning was sound. The long trek had taken a toll on everyone. Both his mind and body had felt like tightly wound strings for weeks, and now that the tension had finally snapped, all he wanted was to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing.

“Sounds good, I’ll follow your lead.” He buried his face into the fluffy pillow, rubbing his cheek against the fabric with a sleepy mumble. “Brother Jiang, I’m sleeping until I wake up on my own tomorrow! Please don’t wake me up for breakfast!”

“Alright,” Jiang Jue murmured with fond indulgence. “Go to sleep.”

Perhaps because the room felt so cool, comfortable, and safe, or perhaps because his exhausted nerves had finally uncoiled, a wave of deep drowsiness washed over Chu Yang. He murmured a few half-formed words before his breathing smoothed out into a deep, steady rhythm.

The bedside nightlight cast a soft amber glow across his peaceful, sleeping face.

Only then did Jiang Jue slowly open his eyes, gazing quietly at him for a long, tender moment.

Leaning in, he pressed a feather-light kiss to Chu Yang’s smooth forehead.

“Good night,” he whispered in a voice barely louder than a breath.

Lying back down, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When Jiang Jue opened his eyes again, the bright afternoon sun was already high in the sky.

The moment he shifted, he felt a familiar, warm weight resting against his chest. Sure enough, just like countless mornings before, Chu Yang had rolled across the mattress at some point during the night and was curled tightly in his arms, his cheeks flushed with sleep and his hair adorably tousled from rubbing against Jiang Jue’s shoulder.

Over the past few sweltering days on the road, Chu Yang had constantly complained that Jiang Jue radiated too much body heat, deliberately keeping his distance. Now that the central air conditioning was keeping the room crisp and cool, that subconscious habit had returned in full force.

A soft, amused warmth flickered in Jiang Jue’s dark eyes. Instead of getting up, he stayed still, letting Chu Yang lean against him while his fingers gently brushed the stray bangs away from the younger man’s brow.

Reaching out with his free hand, he picked up his wristwatch from the nightstand: 1:17 PM.

Even he had slept in this late. The grueling journey had clearly drained them more than they had realized.

About half an hour later, the figure in his arms stirred. Chu Yang let out a low, sleepy whine, his eyelashes fluttering before he slowly blinked his hazy eyes open.

“Mm… Brother Jiang?” Chu Yang’s voice was hoarse and thick with sleep. Blinking in the soft light, he seemed to only just realize he was wrapped securely in Jiang Jue’s embrace. A flicker of sheepish embarrassment crossed his face, quickly swallowed by the sheer comfort of lounging in bed. “What time is it?”

“Still early. You can sleep a little longer if you want,” Jiang Jue said, his hand lingering in Chu Yang’s hair, his fingertips lightly stroking the soft strands.

Chu Yang shook his head and let out a massive yawn, moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. “No, I’m good… I’ve slept enough. Pretty sure my stomach is growling already.”

He lingered in the warmth for a few more seconds before reluctantly pushing himself up into a long, satisfying stretch.

Jiang Jue rose from the bed as well, smoothing down his sleepwear. “Go wash up, then. Let’s find something to eat.”

“Okay!”

After changing into clean, casual outdoor clothes, the two stepped into the connected master bathroom.

The double vanity proved wonderfully practical.

Jiang Jue squeezed toothpaste onto his own brush and filled his rinsing cup, then smoothly prepped Chu Yang’s toothbrush and cup before handing them over. “Here.”

“Thanks,” Chu Yang mumbled, taking the brush and scrubbing away in front of the wide mirror.

The glass reflected their side-by-side silhouettes—one tall, broad, and calm; the other bright, handsome, and full of life.

Glancing at his refreshed reflection with a mouth full of white foam, Chu Yang grinned, his words muffled: “Another brand new day! Hehe!”

Once they finished washing up, they headed downstairs.

Stepping into the ground-floor living room, they found Lin Xiao and Su Mubai already sitting on the sofa with glasses of water in hand, chatting in low voices.

Spotting them on the stairs, Lin Xiao’s face lit up with a grin. “Boss! Third Brother! You’re finally up!”

Chu Yang walked over and dropped onto the cushion beside Lin Xiao. Grabbing the glass pitcher from the coffee table, he poured himself a full glass of water, drank it down in big gulps, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can you blame me? That bed is dangerously comfortable! It’s the first real night of sleep I’ve had in ages; once I woke up, I didn’t even want to move. How did you guys sleep?”

“Incredible!” Lin Xiao answered with dramatic flair. “Living in a luxury villa really hits different. The mattress is pure heaven, no dreams all night, top-tier sleep quality! Although,” he added with a smug smirk, “I’m clearly way more disciplined than you. I got up way earlier.”

Sitting quietly beside him, Su Mubai swirled his glass lightly with his fingertips, delivering a deadpan correction: “Half an hour earlier.”

Lin Xiao froze, his smug grin collapsing into a mixture of sheepish embarrassment and a helpless grimace. “…Little Bai! Come on, half an hour is still earlier! Does thirty minutes not count as time?”

Watching Lin Xiao instantly deflate, Chu Yang pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh, his shoulders shaking.

He glanced over at Su Mubai, who happened to look up at the exact same moment. A rare, fleeting glimmer of amusement danced in Su Mubai’s calm eyes, and the corners of his lips curved in a subtle, shared smile.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the four of them headed over to the large villa next door.

Pushing through the front doors, they saw that Wang Qiang and the rest of the group had already finished lunch and were tidying up the kitchen.

“Oh, you’re all done eating?” Chu Yang asked.

Little Yu, who had been playing in the living room, looked up with a bright smile. “Boss, Brother Chu, you’re here! Sister Wang saved plenty of food for you in the kitchen. I’ll go grab it!” He scrambled to his feet.

Chu Yang waved him down with an easy grin. “No need, no need, we can get it ourselves. Good boy, Little Yu.” He and Jiang Jue made their way into the kitchen.

Inside the built-in warming drawer, several bamboo steamer baskets held plump, snow-white steamed buns, still radiating heat and the comforting aroma of fresh wheat.

In a pot on the counter sat a generous portion of warm golden millet porridge, rich and creamy with a delicate layer of oil across the surface. Alongside it were several small plates of crisp, appetizing pickled vegetables.

Hearing the chatter downstairs, Li Yu and Jiang Lin walked into the dining area.

“Boss, Brother Chu, good morning!” Li Yu greeted them cheerfully.

“Morning,” Jiang Jue acknowledged with a nod. “Have you two eaten?”

“We did,” Jiang Lin replied. “We slept in late too, didn’t roll out of bed until around ten. Sister Wang saw everyone was asleep, so she kneaded some fresh dough and steamed a huge batch of buns this morning. We just finished eating a little while ago.”

“Where is Sister Wang?” Chu Yang asked, carrying a tray of hot buns and bowls of porridge over to the dining table.

“Niu Niu was getting a little cranky, so Sister Wang took her upstairs for an afternoon nap,” Li Yu explained.

Chu Yang, Jiang Jue, Lin Xiao, and Su Mubai pulled out chairs and sat down, quietly enjoying their hearty brunch.

The buns were packed with a savory pork and mushroom filling, the dough light and the center bursting with flavorful juices. The millet porridge was thick and soothing, perfectly complemented by the crisp, tangy side dishes.

Just then, Wang Qiang walked in from the back patio carrying a garden trowel, looking like he had just finished inspecting the yard.

Spotting Jiang Jue at the table, he strode over. “Boss, I just took a look at the backyard. There’s a garden plot back there where all the ornamental flowers have completely dried up, so I cleared them out. I figured since the soil is just sitting there empty, we might as well plant some hearty vegetables—lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Easy stuff that grows fast, so we can have fresh greens to eat, yeah?”

Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse