Osborn: Departing, Your Majesty? While you may find solace, my obligations persist...
"From the moment we first met, this yearning has stirred within me."
"My guard falters without resistance in your presence."
"All I long for is... to be with you..."
"Yet, it never suffices,"
"For in your presence, I am plagued by an unyielding desire."
As the night descends, neither the Prince nor I entertain thoughts of departure, opting instead to bask in the warmth of this hot-spring pool until morning light...
"Is the hot-spring's embrace tepid, or does your presence kindle a blaze unrivalled?"
“My very being emanates a warmth that outshines all?"
"Draw closer, if you dare."
"May it be warm enough for our souls to intertwine, merging as if ordained by destiny..."
As the steam dissipates, the distinction between night and day blurs into obscurity. It appears that the passage of time has slipped the grasp of not just him, but also of me...
"How does Your Majesty intend to express appreciation for my service?"
Queen: The hot spring's mist obscures much, including the Prince's physique.
Osborn: Is Your Majesty subtly urging me to come nearer?
Queen: Be it affirmation or denial, your steps seem to bring you closer regardless...
Osborn's gaze takes on a hint of mischief. Your eyes wander, tracing the line of his jaw, his neck, and beyond—
Queen: The Prince has proven himself instrumental in guiding our forces, his contributions have not gone unnoticed.
Osborn: How does Your Majesty intend to express appreciation for my service?
As your gaze falls upon a prominent scar adorning his arm, you contemplate your next action—
Massage –
Osborn: Your Majesty attends to my relaxation with personal care, is this favour exclusively bestowed upon me?
Queen: For the time being, indeed it is. However, in the future... it shall be contingent upon your accomplishments.
Osborn: Given my prowess with the spear, it is only fitting that I should be able to embrace someone I love.
Bestow a Kiss on the Scar –
Osborn: Your Majesty's care elicits a pain deeper than the day I was injured...
Queen: If I persist, might it hasten the pace of recovery?
Osborn: Given my prowess with the spear, it is only fitting that I should be able to embrace someone I love.
Osborn's hand causes ripples to dance upon the water's surface, drawing you into his embrace—
Lock Eyes with Him
Osborn: Your stare flickers with intensity; what schemes are brewing within you?
Queen: Whatever the Prince wishes shall be granted.
Embrace Him in Return
Osborn: Your embrace secures me steadfastly, impeding any inclination to depart.
Queen: Even without my arms around you, your release is not sanctioned.
Lean against His Chest
Osborn: Your closeness is quite compelling; it's challenging to ascertain who is losing their composure.
Queen: When both hearts beat in unison and sentiments align, does it truly matter who maintains their poise?
"It appears Your Majesty is perpetually curious about my physique?"
Queen: The hot spring's mist obscures much, including the Prince's physique.
Osborn: Is Your Majesty subtly urging me to come nearer?
Queen: Be it affirmation or denial, your steps seem to bring you closer regardless...
Osborn's gaze takes on a hint of mischief. Your eyes wander, tracing the line of his jaw, his neck, and beyond—
Queen: My Prince has been amidst battlefields throughout the year; your physique is as robust as I envisioned.
Osborn: It appears Your Majesty is perpetually curious about my physique?
His words leave you momentarily speechless, prompting you to cast aside formalities as you lean in closer—
Knead -
Osborn: Has Your Majesty found satisfaction in her endeavour?
Queen: Your reputation as "the invincible one" precedes you; I am merely confirming the truth for my subjects.
(The phrase used was 一夫当关, which means one man can hold out against ten thousand)
Osborn: Your Majesty has lingered there for quite some time; I presume you are thoroughly pleased?
Caress –
Osborn: What have you inscribed upon my chest?
Queen: I am merely tracing whimsical strokes, or perhaps the Prince discerns their significance better.
Osborn: Your Majesty has lingered there for quite some time; I presume you are thoroughly pleased?
Proceed with Gentle Fondling
Osborn: Each gesture you've bestowed upon me, I shall seek to return with equal fervour.
Queen: I shall grant you precedence in our forthcoming interactions.
Withdraw from Touching
Osborn: Do you desist now? It appears uncharacteristic of your usual bearing.
Queen: Only because my acquaintance with the Prince is thorough. Shall you take charge next?
Gently Blow against His Chest
Osborn: The water's warmth intensifies; should you merely waft air upon my chest, I fear it shan't suffice to disperse the heat within this pool.
Queen: A touch more warmth would be advantageous for both mental and physical well-being, would you not concur, Prince?
"Perhaps it's the honour of sharing this bath with Your Majesty that warms me so swiftly."
Osborn: My cheeks are flushed? Perhaps it's the honour of sharing this bath with Your Majesty that warms me so swiftly.
Queen: Then permit me to alleviate your discomfort, my Prince. The snow surrounding this pool is pure and invigorating, perfectly suited for such purposes.
(Swipe left and right, brush some snow on his shoulder)
Queen: Does the cold offer solace, my Prince?
Osborn: Alas, the snow's chill is a feeble balm compared to the warmth emanating from Your Majesty.
Queen: Pray, how so?
Osborn: 'Tis the mere presence of Your Majesty that ignites such fervour.
Queen: If that be true, mayhaps I should retreat.
Osborn: Do you speak in earnest, or is this…… but a playful jest?
Osborn: Nevertheless, your departure is not permitted.
"What say you to a playful splashing in the waters to ward off this cold?"
Osborn: Fear not, Your Majesty, for I stand by your side. I shall ensure your safety at all times.
Osborn: Your Majesty seeks clarity? Then draw closer.
Queen: Osborn, I feel a chill upon me. What say you to a playful splashing in the waters to ward off this cold?
Osborn: Splashing in water is a skill I possess, Your Majesty. Prepare yourself for its comforting embrace.
(Try splashing water on his sensitive parts.)
Face – I believe, My Queen, that your intentions are be more intricate than mere simplicity...
Collarbone – The water's temperature may be pleasing, yet I find greater solace in the warmth of Your Majesty's touch.
Chest – Instead of mere water play, why not indulge in a bolder pursuit, My Queen?
Abs – We agreed upon splashing, yet Your Majesty's hand now finds itself elsewhere.
Arm – In this moment of solitude, My Queen, you have the freedom to approach as closely as your heart desires.
Osborn: Your passion remains unquenched. Shall we retreat to a more intimate setting, where our desires may be fully realised?
(Wipe the water droplets from his hair by dragging the towel over it.)
Osborn: Your grace knows no bounds, My Queen. Allow me the honour of tending to your needs too.
Since we woke up early, now is just a perfect time to catch some more sleep.
Unable to sleep because you still can't get enough of the thrilling experience when we rode an airship to see the sunrise?
You're quite correct; the excitement of such an event does not quickly fade.
From our vantage point, the ground appears incredibly small. Only you appear to be the closest to me in my eyes.
It feels like our very own sky world in that small cockpit.
For a split second there, I wished time would just stand still.
There are just two of us in the whole world, putting a stop to time.
But the sun rises shortly afterwards.
The person seated beside me couldn’t even open her eyes the moment before, but as soon as the sun comes up, she's wide awake.
And as the sun slowly rises, it illuminates the earth under us, and I can almost feel your excitement as I listen to you...
(laughs) Not that dramatic?
I even managed to capture some photos of your expression – mouth agape and eyes wide open. Care to have a peek?
Give me a moment to think of which one to send to you…. hmm, I’ll just pick my favourite.
The one when, as the sun comes up over the horizon, the first rays of sunshine reflect in your eyes.
I’ve witnessed countless sunrises, but the one that reflected in your eyes was the most breathtaking.
At that moment, I was thinking, it’s not terrible either if time keeps moving forward.
Even if it's the same sight every day, watching it with someone else always evokes a different feeling.
Being in your presence alters the way my eyes perceive things?
If that's the case, you'll have to traverse the world and watch sunrises alongside me to validate the theory.
Keep my word? You bet I will.
Life itself is a journey of discovery. Now that I’ve found such a charming travel companion, there's no reason to slow down.
We still have so much of the world to explore. Let's embark on our next adventure together.
Heh, I've been gone for thirty minutes and you still haven't woken up.
No worries, you are free to sleep in on the first day of the new year.
As soon as you open your eyes, you should also be able to try grandma’s eight treasure rice pudding that you’ve been craving.
Where am I? Obviously, I’m making all effort to grant your wish.
You mean it as a casual remark rather than a wish?
“First we’ll start with the candied mix trails on top, then move on to the red bean filling, and finally the hot and fluffy glutinous rice.” Your eyes were beaming as you spoke these words.
You just don't have "really wanna eat" written across your face.
Troublesome? Absolutely not. The recipe isn't too complicated, as I've checked. We didn't have any red dates at home, so I had to go get some.
But please be advised, this is my first attempt at making this. So, you can't hold me responsible if it falls short of your expectations.
I’m doing my best to replicate your grandma's recipe, but I can't promise it will have the same flavour.
We should savour our unique flavour together… hmm, as expected from Xiao Xiaowu. Keep going, I’m listening.
But what should I add to make it our special eight treasure rice pudding, though?
Glutinous rice, desiccated coconut, butter, a little bit of pineapple chunks, strawberry and blueberry, and rose confit for an extra special touch?
Mmm, its vibrant colour means that the new year will be full of excitement, and its unique flavour indicates that each day will bring fresh surprises.
The image is so lively; I love it.
The key is to make sure it's sweet enough; only then will it have that festive vibe, right? I see your point.
I still recall the promise we made last year: I'll learn to cook some new foods for you.
This year's treat is eight treasure rice pudding, while last year it was candied fruit. They're both pretty sweet.
You wanna try brown sugar caramel rice cake next year? Sure thing. I'll pound the rice cake and make the caramel by myself.
Is it not excessively sweet? Well, this is nothing compared to having you right next to me. It’s already beyond the limit with you by my side.
Alright, I’m all set here. I'll be home in no time.
Happy new year. Let’s look forward to our first meal together this year.
Hello, yes, I’m okay :) Thank you for asking. I didn’t expect it to turn into almost a year of inactivity, I’m so sorry. I have been working on some translations for Osborn but I have never gotten the time to proofread/ format my posts. Thank you so much for your support. I will try to post more next year, given that my workload isn’t too much.
I really appreciate all your cares and support. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2024!
Hello 👋 I will be away due to work for perhaps a month (I hope not!), which gives me no space to update the translation. I'm sorry 🥺 I'll be back again soon!
I had hoped to last until the very end, but I finally cracked. I close my eyes in terror and dizziness. However, the discomfort I feel from being a part of the race has not diminished at all.
After a few seconds, Osborn looks at my face, which is getting increasingly pale, and frowns.
Osborn: Motion sickness?
MC: I…… I’m fine.
After that, the car gradually slows down before coming to a complete halt. Osborn helps me get out of the car and tends to me while the car behind us drives by, making sure I'm not too self-conscious about my fear and motion sickness.
Osborn: If you don’t feel good, don’t force yourself.
MC: But what about your competition?
Osborn: Do you think race is more important to me?
He smiles and pats me on the back. In my heart, I still harbour some regrets and hesitance. I really hope that if there is a next time, I will be able to stick it out with him until the very end.