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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Distant Similarity MQ translation + video with sub EN

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

I can only watch as he leisurely pulls on the string, keeping my breath held as the front of my garment could easily come undone at any moment.

As if unintentionally, Lucien raises his leg a little bit, and I slide down to the bottom, tightly pressed against him through the thin fabric.

I can even feel his muscles momentarily tense up. Unable to hold back, I let out a soft moan, which is rewarded with a rush of heated breath against my chest.

After several failed attempts, the person in front of me finally seems to lose patience. His fingers hook onto the thin fabric, undoing it.

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is pretty explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

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(T/N: I highly recommend watch the MQ in video format or following the voice acting for complete experience.)

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[Part 1]

??(Lucien): Excuse me, this classmate, do you also have a class in Building 48 next?

A familiar voice brings my gaze back, and the person in front of me curved his eyebrows and eyes. The tips of his hair gently sway in the wind, radiating beautiful colors.

MC: What if I do?

Lucien: If you do, perhaps I can share the journey of the past with you.

MC: ...Oh dear, what if I say I remembered it wrong, and I actually have no class?

I curl my lips with a mischievous smile as he takes a step closer to me, his voice filled with suppressed grievances.

Lucien: Then, may I have your contact information? So that after class, I can share dinner time with you.

MC: (laughs)….Pfft, I can't escape from you, can I?

Lucien: I can only blame you for being so charming.

He said it as if it was only natural, allowing those sweet and delightful feelings to naturally fill my heart.

MC: Oh, have you finished "reporting" already?

Lucien: Yes, I believe the teacher in charge of reception will take me to the classroom shortly.

He gently interlaces his fingers with mine, and together we lean against the outer wall of the open-air corridor, letting the refreshing sea breeze envelop us.

Colorful rays shimmer on the surface of the sea, and brilliant golden light blends into the abundant azure, winding all the way to the horizon.

MC: It's so comfortable to have classes here, isn't it?

Lucien: It's still a bit stuffy. Later, you can take a stroll in the shade, but take it easy and go at a slower pace.

Lucien: Otherwise, when all my classes are over, the repetitive scenery might dampen MC's enthusiasm.

MC: Professor Lucien underestimates his own charm. I just hope that by then, my eyes will still have some spare attention for other sceneries that aren’t you.

This summer, Lucien, as a guest lecturer, came to the H University summer camp located by the seaside to give a three-day lecture series.

Due to the beautiful sea views nearby, he also invited me to spend a week exploring the area after the lectures are over.

MC: However, your classes are shorter than I imagined. Let me check where your classes are taking place in a moment.

MC: I'll just wander around the school and pick you up after your class... Where should we go afterward?

Lucien: What to do, I'm already looking forward to the time speeding up until it's time for class to end.

MC: It's a pity that Professor Lucien can't skip class~

The gentle sea breeze carries the laughter that resonates at the same time from far away. But, an unfamiliar voice accompanied by anxious footsteps interjects into our conversation.

??: Professor Lucien, I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long.

A young man with a worried expression hurriedly approached, his forehead glistening with sweat, and the shoulders of his shirt damp.

He nervously and discreetly wipes his hands on the sides of his pants and extends his hand to Lucien very politely.

??: You can call me Xiao Tian. I'm in charge of welcoming you to this summer camp.

Lucien: Hello, Teacher Tian. It seems like it's about time. Could you please take me to the classroom first?

Xiao Tian: Of course, Professor.

He nervously purses his lips and looks apologetically at us.

Xiao Tian: The temperature has been extremely high these past few days, leading to a significant increase in electricity usage and causing circuit malfunctions. As a result, the air conditioning is not functioning properly.

Xiao Tian: We are currently working on emergency repairs, but considering the situation of the special guest lecturers…

Xiao Tian: If it is convenient for your schedule, we can reschedule the classes to a later time.

I remain silent and sneak a glance at Lucien.

There is no emotion on his face as if he has not been disturbed by the restlessness. After a moment, he calmly speaks.

Lucien: Are the other classes of the summer camp proceeding as usual?

Xiao Tian: Yes, they are, but we really don't want to cause any inconvenience to the special guest lecturers. We will try to fix the electrical issue as quickly as possible, and then…

Lucien: Thank you for understanding, but since the students are attending classes as usual, there is no need for me to make alternative arrangements.

Lucien calmly interrupts Xiao Tian's words and checks the time on his watch.

Lucien: Teacher Tian, you have worked hard. Please show us the way.

The other person is momentarily stunned, seemingly surprised by Lucien's response. He quickly expresses his gratitude with a deep bow.

Xiao Tian: Please follow me.

Lucien: No wonder the vice dean's office felt a bit stuffy earlier. It seems like I have “demonized” the temperature here a bit.

As we walk behind Teacher Tian, Lucien quietly leaned down and whispered into my ear.

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter and had to bite my lip, leaning closer to him and whispering back into his ear.

MC: The weather is still hot, and I can imagine that the classrooms without proper ventilation will be even hotter.

MC: You've been working in the laboratory overtime for the past few months. Is it okay for you to handle such hot weather?

Lucien: Of course, and I also don't want unnecessary things to occupy our time in the coming days.

Lucien: As for my body…

Lucien: (chuckles) To ensure the satisfaction of my Miss Supervisor, I have been diligently taking care of myself day and night, even more diligently than how I nurtured the tissues in the culture dishes.

His eyes hold an even deeper smile, and his index finger gently twines around my fingertip, as if to comfort me.

Lucien: Besides, in the face of the current situation, I have some small ways to resolve it.

The scorching sun mercilessly radiates its heat, and the humid sensation fills the hot air.

Seeing his unwavering confidence and knowing that he has always been able to make accurate judgments in such situations, I find peace in my heart as well.

MC: Can Professor Lucien also conjure up a functioning air conditioner?

Lucien: It's just some practical tricks, nothing more.

As his words fall, I feel a sense of clarity in the surrounding air. A cool and refreshing sensation envelops my body.

I blink in surprise, colliding with Lucien's delighted gaze.

MC: How is this possible…

Before I can finish my sentence, the sound of falling tiny water droplets reaches my ears.

I lower my head and see numerous water droplets slowly forming on the dry ground. Following their trajectory upward, I finally notice the "trick" he mentioned—

Thin, transparent ice shards stealthily create a barrier, silently and precisely separating the scorching heat from our surroundings. The barrier hovers just a few centimeters away from our bodies.

The cool summer breeze playfully brushes against his forehead, lifting his hair in a brisk arc.

Lucien even effortlessly flicks his fingertips, and a few tiny ice flowers appear in front of me, sparkling with radiant light in the sunshine.

MC: Professor Lucien can even secretly cool himself down!

MC: But…

I glance at the "meandering" trail of water behind us and can't help but playfully squeeze his palm, unable to contain my amusement.

MC: What should we do if everyone notices a puddle of water on the podium after class?

After a moment of contemplation, Lucien's serious gaze hides a hint of amusement.

Lucien: Then I'll have to honestly tell everyone that Professor Lucien has "melted”.

[Part 2]

As the bell rings, I embark on the journey of solo exploration.

The campus during the summer break is devoid of many people, and the occasional scattered figures do not disturb this tranquility.

Walking along the unfamiliar path, the sound of cicadas fills the air, and traces of distant memories seep through the lush foliage along with the sunlight.

Not far from the dormitory entrance, a young boy waits under a tree, eagerly gazing at the dormitory lobby.

A girl angrily shouts at her screen, "I don't believe I won't be able to get a seat in the library today!" as she hurriedly passes by me.

Everything seems to be adorned with a gentle summer filter. I smile and allow myself to sink into this serene atmosphere.

The stifling heat gradually envelops my mind and a thin layer of sweat forms on my back. I ultimately decide to wait for Lucien in the teaching building where he has his class.

The shaded corridor offers no respite from the heat, and from a slightly ajar back door of a classroom, I can faintly hear a familiar voice.

I snicker and purse my lips, finding an empty classroom on the same floor and casually sitting down there.

Perhaps due to the excessive heat, my brain feels heavy and sluggish, and the drowsiness creeps in.

MC: Why isn't your class over yet…

I yawn, propping up my head, and watch the chubby clouds lazily drifting across the sky outside.

I suddenly have a feeling as if I'm in college, waiting for my boyfriend from a different department to finish his class.

MC: But I guess he must have more classes than me, right?

MC: We probably won't be able to take elective courses together either…

As I mumbled to myself, I imagined what it would be like to have Lucien sitting next to me, taking notes.

He would probably listen attentively, but still notice my stolen glances towards him.

MC: No, geniuses don't need to take notes…

MC: Then he must be able to help me with my assignments... By that time, he would probably already be a graduate student…

The bothersome heat that was disturbing my mind just moments ago seems to have faded away unnoticed as if the image of Lucien in my mind is helping me cool down.

I can't help but smile as if because of him, even the waiting becomes joyful.

??(Lucien): Did I miss something interesting?

A voice with a playful tone interrupts my thoughts. I pause for a moment and realize that Lucien is leaning against the door, smiling at me.

MC: You are done with your class!

I instantly wake up and run happily towards him.

MC: Are you tired? Or do you feel hot?

Lucien: Compared to me, you appear to be in hotter condition.

He reaches out his hand, enveloping it with refreshing coldness, and gently caresses my cheek.

I instinctively let out a contented sigh and couldn't resist hugging him. The pleasant sensation of the cold instantly dispels all the summer heat, leaving nothing but boundless comfort.

MC: Wow, it feels so much better now~ I'm not worried about you anymore.

MC: I finally experienced the feeling of seeking refuge in an igloo to escape the intense heat.

A muffled laughter resonates from his chest and reaches my ears. Lucien hugs me even tighter, affectionately pressing his cheek against mine.

Lucien: I don't expect the ninety minutes to feel so long either.

Lucien: But from what I observed just now, this waiting time didn't seem to bore you too much.

MC: Because it's you I'm waiting for.

I couldn't help but recall the vivid imagination that was swirling in my mind just moments ago. I turn my face to the side and smile as I look at him.

MC: Lucien, did you graduate from college at around the age of 20?

Lucien: Although I'm not sure why you're asking this out of the blue, I attended my college graduation ceremony at the age of 15 and obtained my doctoral degree by the age of 20.

MC: ….

MC: So, does that mean while I haven't even finished college, you've already completed your doctoral degree?!

I look at the person in front of me, and in an instant, all the bubbles of fantasy I had just moments ago vanish into thin air.

Lucien: Hmm, what's wrong?

MC: ...I was just imagining scenarios where I could audit your classes and take elective courses together with you.

MC: I never expected reality to be even more magical…

Perhaps my expression of shock was too evident, as it caused his lips to curve into a more pleasant arc.

Lucien: Besides those, what else were you thinking about?

MC: Oh, it's nothing really.

Thinking about those fantasies that aren't suitable to be spoken aloud, I cross my arms and pretend to avert my gaze with a serious expression.

Lucien: If it were me, I would probably indulge in even more outrageous "imaginations".

I raise my head puzzlingly, sinking into his comfortable warmth, and my entire body relaxes.

Lucien: I would imagine... how you would dress and sit next to me, and the kind of gaze you would use to look at me;

Lucien: If I were to solve a difficult problem for you, would it make you show a more radiant smile than usual?

Lucien: If we were to go to the library together, I might not be able to concentrate on reading but instead think about how to make this classmate beside me pay more attention to me;

Lucien: And... bring you to the self-study room that I usually have all to myself, like this.

A gentle and tender peck lands on my cheek, accompanied by the soft whisper of his voice. His words, coupled with the touch of his lips near mine, send my thoughts soaring and dancing along with those words.

Lucien: Embracing you.

Unfulfilled yearning delicately envelops us, lingering between our lips and teeth, filled with tender nostalgia.

With each separation, the reluctance to part grows stronger, craving for more than what fleeting imagination can offer.

Lucien's hand wraps around my waist, his fingertips slowly slipping into the gaps between my left hand's fingers, while his other hand rests against the back of my head.

The summer that's isolated from the outside world transforms into a scorching breath of fiery passion, intensifying as our tongues entwine.

Lucien: But I think... This is not the most outrageous part yet.

The ice seems to melt even faster, and his voice becomes moist, drenching me along with it.

The faint sound of footsteps intermittently tugs at my nerves, yet he swiftly engulfs me in even deeper waves.

The classroom seems to continuously shrink, transforming into the small self-study room within his words, allowing us to explore the secret mysteries of the world clandestinely.

(to explore the secret mysteries of the world is their euphemism for exploring each other-)

??: Ha, look who I meet here.

Suddenly, a lively yet aged voice cuts through and intrudes into my hazy consciousness.

I immediately take a big step back, and after a brief moment of surprise, Lucien gathers himself, tidying up the confusion and disarray on his face and breath. He pulls me closer, positioning me behind him.

At the door stands a spirited and sharp-looking elderly man dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. Next to him is a rather capable-looking young man.

The old man meticulously combs his silver-white hair, and his right-hand rests on a dark brown suit jacket. He raises a gentle smile in our direction.

Beside me, Lucien recognizes that person and slightly raises his eyebrows.

Lucien: Dr. Lawson? Never thought I'd meet you here someday.

His slender eyes curve gently, with a touch of nostalgia in his tone.

Dr. Lawson: How's everything going? Well, I do hear you a lot though.

Dr. Lawson: I just recommended your work as references to my graduates about… a week ago I guess.

Lucien: My honor.

Lucien: And congratulations on your newly published article.

I secretly observe their familiar conversation from behind him, and at this moment, Lucien appears particularly obedient.

Seemingly aware of my gaze, he naturally tucks my slightly disheveled hair behind my ear and politely raises his hand in greeting the old man.

Lucien: This is Dr. Lawson, my professor who guided me during my graduate and doctoral studies.

Dr. Lawson also exchanged a few words with the young person beside him. From their gestures, it seemed like he was introducing himself.

The young person displayed a look of realization and took a step forward to shake hands with Lucien.

Young man: Hello, Professor Lucien. I've long admired your reputation. I am Dr. Yang, the accompanying translator for this trip.

Lucien: Hello, thank you for taking care of Dr. Lawson during this trip.

With the translator present, I can somewhat keep up with the conversations between Lucien and Dr. Lawson.

Lucien: When I saw your name on the promotional brochure, I thought it would be just a video lecture. I didn't expect you to be here in person as well.

Dr. Lawson: It always brings me greater joy to see my students in person.

Dr. Lawson: If you have the time, would you also like to come? Even though it's all content you already know.

Dr. Lawson: Of course, if you're willing, you can also bring your partner along.

Dr. Lawson raises his eyes with great interest, his gaze sweeping over Lucien and me.

However, this invitation makes Lucien hesitate slightly as he purses his lips.

I understand that he is considering our future itinerary. However, the joy he feels when meeting his former professor has already caught my attention before him.

MC: Lucien, can we go and listen? I also really want to know what kind of person our Great Professor Lucien was as a student.

[Part 3]

I naturally won't be able to understand Dr. Lawson's lecture.

We sit at the back of the classroom, several rows away from the summer camp students.

The professor on the podium delivers his lecture gracefully, displaying a serious yet elegant demeanor. Occasionally, he highlights key points on the slides using a red laser pointer.

His tone is calm but not dull. When discussing certain points, he even emphasizes them by adding a slight emphasis on a few occasions.

Although I am unfamiliar with the content, seeing the students deeply engrossed and occasionally laughing, it must be an incredibly captivating class.

I prop my hand against my head, but my peripheral vision sneakily glides to the side.

Lucien supports his chin, his gaze not fully focused on Dr. Lawson, wearing a contented expression that suggests he is in a good mood.

Rather than saying he is attending the lecture, it seems like he is immersed in the atmosphere.

At this moment, what do you see through your eyes?

I lean on the desk and gaze at him, feeling somewhat dreamy and lost in thought.

On the stage is his professor from his master's and doctoral years, while we sit together in the same classroom, listening to the lecture.

The coincidence is so beautiful, carving out a corner of unity in the otherwise unconnected realms of time and space, fulfilling my small dream.

I happily squint my eyes and can't help but curl up the corners of my mouth.

Lucien: Can I join you in your smile too?

His gaze still lingers on the blackboard, but his head tilts down, and his warm lips lightly brush against my earlobe as if it were an accidental touch.

MC: Professor Lucien, don't get distracted now.

MC: So, were you also not focused during your previous classes, secretly slipping away from the ocean of knowledge?

Lucien: Does it seem like I'm not fully immersed in it?

Lucien: Dr. Lawson is currently talking about the second experimental model on page ten of the handout.

He casually mentions it, and his fingertips naturally intertwine with mine at the same time.

Lucien: However, it's indeed my first time listening to a lecture like this.

Lucien: Perhaps this is what the feeling of "university" is like?

MC: Hmph, it sounds like the genius Professor Lucien didn't properly attend university before…

Before the unfinished banter can escape my lips, I suddenly freeze for a moment.

Completing university education at the age of 15 and obtaining a doctoral degree at 20... In such a short and youthful period of time, Lucien seems to have walked faster than anyone else.

Perhaps he always knew what he wanted, disregarding all the complicated things, and kept moving forward without losing sight of his goals.

He probably never wasted anything, efficiently managing not only his time but also himself.

My eyes are suddenly filled with the image of a calm young boy. He appears so content and absorbed in his pursuits, yet I can't help but want to reach out and hold his hand.

Lucien: What's wrong?

His face comes closer, overlapping with that distant face.

My fingertips gently caress his cheek, filled with indescribable affection and tenderness.

In his puzzled gaze, I lift my head and, in the split second when Dr. Lawson looks away, I quickly peck his cheek.

MC: Then let me give you a little more of this "feeling".

His deep pupils visibly contract for a moment, and the bright sunshine pours in, washing over us like a tidal wave.

Amidst a dazzling halo of light, seeing his rare moment of bewilderment, I seize the opportunity and give him another kiss while Dr. Lawson turns his head.

Lucien: It seems like I missed quite a lot.

His voice is filled with a sense of confusion, and he lowers his head as he sees the smile in my narrowed eyes.

Suddenly, I feel a faint gaze and instinctively turn my face, and Lucien also follows my gaze, shifting his attention along with me-

Dr. Lawson looks at us from afar, raising his eyebrows.

Noticing our gaze, he purses his lips and squints his eyes slightly, his gaze taking on a more scrutinizing look.

But that's all there is to it.

The next second, Dr. Lawson shrugs and continues to focus on his lecture slides.

And my rationality immediately kicks in, realizing what I have just done. My face flushes with embarrassment.

But Lucien seems to be in a better mood now. He leans on the desk and looks at me with a playful smile.

Lucien: This class turned out to be even better than I expected.

The sweltering heat silently engulfs the world, and halfway through the class, I notice tiny beads of sweat forming on Dr. Lawson's temples.

Lucien raises his gaze for just a moment before lowering his head again, gently caressing my fingers, lost in his own thoughts.

Is it okay for the lecture to continue like this?

I blink my eyes, considering that Lucien would probably be more aware of the situation than me, so I refrain from asking the question out loud.

Meanwhile, the person on the stage seems completely unaffected by the unfavorable circumstances and continues to guide the students in understanding one key point after another.

However, after some time, the sweat beads that were previously rolling down slowly disappear. The doctor's flushed cheeks, which were red due to the heat, return to their normal color.

In that instant, I knew who was behind this change.

Perhaps worried about being discovered, the layer of ice around the doctor must have gradually formed, subtly lowering the temperature less noticeably.

I purse my lips and lean in close to his ear, speaking softly.

MC: Uh oh, there will be a puddle of water at the doctor's feet soon.

Lucien: In this case, it should be considered a normal occurrence.

Lucien smiles calmly, even looking at his teacher with a hint of curiosity and interest.

Lucien: With the weather being so hot, Dr. Lawson has also honestly "melted" away.

For the next two days, our itinerary was quite simple.

While Lucien attended his classes, I would wander around and explore other places until he finished, and then we would attend the lectures together.

On the third day, the school's electricity was finally repaired, and Lucien no longer had to rely on Evol every day.

MC: Why do I feel like I'm becoming more and more like a girlfriend accompanying her boyfriend to class during summer break in college?

In the evening, Lucien and I walk together along the path, waiting for the time when Dr. Lawson's class begins.

With curved eyes and a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, he can't hide his happiness.

Lucien: If you want, I would be more than happy to help you join the classroom.

MC: Please spare me, as I'm afraid I won't be able to fully appreciate the mysteries of neuroscience.

Just imagining those complex model data gives me a headache. I quickly wave my hand to decline his offer.

MC: But if there were any group assignments, I would definitely team up with you, the "academic god."

MC: With you around, I'm sure we won't have to worry about anything.

MC: People who get to do group assignments with you in college must be very fortunate indeed…

Lucien: I'm not quite sure if they're fortunate or not.

He squints his eyes, seemingly pondering for a moment.

Lucien: I don't have a lot of group assignments to participate in, and most of the time I choose to complete all the work by myself.

Lucien: This way, I won't waste time, and often it actually allows me to have more free time to do other things.

His voice is gentle, blending into the summer breeze.

MC: Will you miss that time?

Lucien: It was just a period of time that had to be experienced, nothing more.

It felt as if countless days and nights of solitude were spent in such a matter-of-course manner, making the illustrious title of "genius" seem so weightless.

Lucien: But now I enjoy wasting time like this with you.

Lucien: Going for a walk, or just having a chat, or perhaps... without needing to say anything at all.

I freeze for a moment, gazing into his ink-like eyes.

Lucien: Sometimes you make the time go faster, and sometimes you make it go slower... It's like everything has a different meaning now.

MC: That’s not good, the truth and mysteries waiting to be explored by Professor Lucien will protest because of being neglected.

Lucien: I just want to explore the one that interests me the most.

I couldn't help but laugh and playfully pinch his nose.

MC: It's okay, no matter which one you want to explore, I'll be there with you.

The oil-painting-like sunset cast its hues behind him as if he himself was captivating brush strokes carefully painted by God.

The similar silhouettes stretch long, blending into the warm hues of the twilight.

The sound of the bell rings, and reluctantly, I peck his lips again and take his hand.

MC: Let's go, it's time for class...

Before I could finish my sentence, a force pulled me into his embrace.

He simply hugs me without saying a word, his chin resting on top of my head.

MC: We'll be late.

Lucien: (whispers clingily) But... I don't want to go.

The evening breeze gently enveloped us, capturing the warmth of the summer within an embrace akin to a passionate kiss.

Lucien: I don't think the professor would mind if I miss one foundational class.

Lucien: (whisper) It feels like such a waste not to spend this beautiful night together with you.

[Part 4]

Dr. Lawson: Farewell, Dr. Lucien.

Dr. Lawson: Looking forward to hearing you from journal soon.

Lucien: I'll try my best.

Then, Lucien softly says a few more words. The sentence is short, yet carries a profound significance.

Lucien: Take care.

As Dr. Lawson sits with a smile in the backseat of the car and gradually disappears from sight, Lucien takes my hand and eagerly walks in the opposite direction.

Lucien: It's time to officially embark on the summer that only belongs to us.

MC: I thought you've been enjoying these past few days.

Lucien: Enjoying it is one thing, but sharing it exclusively with you is another.

Following the plan we had made earlier, Lucien and I head to the seaside guesthouse to check in as arranged.

We swiftly pack our summer essentials and set off to chase the radiant beauty of the summer without wasting any time.

The rising temperature does not deter our steps. With the ocean tides surging, it feels as if the world has gathered all its brilliance here, creating an atmosphere of comfort and freedom.

The beach remains lively in the afternoon, with the restless beats and melodies dancing along with the shimmering waves not far away. People sing songs and dance freely, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

I maneuver through the crowd, holding two glasses of smoothies, and when I return to the shade, I notice that Lucien seems to be in a daze.

MC: Is it too noisy here? Shall we go somewhere else for a while?

He blinks slowly and offers me a reassuring smile.

Lucien: It's alright, maybe it's just too hot.

MC: Wow! Our Professor Lucien won't "melt" here, right?

He seems amused by my teasing and takes one of the smoothies. He gently places my palm against the side of his face.

Lucien: Well then, Miss, you'll be responsible for freezing me back properly.

It seems that Lucien always maintains that confident and composed demeanor, effortlessly handling any unexpected situations that arise.

Upon hearing his response, I trust in him without a doubt. However, soon…

I start to regret the judgment I made.

There is no emotion on Lucien's face as large beads of sweat occasionally roll down from his temples. His eyes gaze straight ahead, focused on the path ahead.

MC: Lucien? Lucien!

It's only when I wave my hand in front of his eyes that he blinks and turns his head, seemingly coming back to his senses.

Lucien: ...Hmm? Sorry, I didn't hear what you were saying just now.

MC: What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?

After a moment, my words seem to reach his ears in fragments, and he slowly opens his mouth to respond.

Lucien: It's alright, I'm just feeling a bit hot.

Lucien: How about you? Do you need to take a break?

His fingertips brush against the side of my face, carrying a damp and slightly warm sensation.

I suddenly realize what's going on and quickly touch his forehead—different from steaming heat of the environment, a hot temperature emanates through my palm.

Upon closer inspection, I notice that his neck is also covered in beads of sweat, trickling down into the inner part of his shirt.

I quickly pull him to a shaded area, and to my surprise, he doesn't resist at all, obediently standing in front of me.

MC: Lucien, I feel like something's not right with you... Are you experiencing heatstroke?

Lucien: I won't get heatstroke.

Lucien denies it without batting an eye. Clean, precise, and straightforward, it's like an instinctive response after a mental shutdown.

MC: ....Why won't you get heatstroke?

Lucien: Because I don't meet the conditions for heatstroke. Heatstroke occurs under high temperatures, high humidity, lack of ventilation, or intense heat radiation, combined with prolonged engagement in strenuous activities that lead to an increase in body heat.

MC: …..

Feeling increasingly uneasy, I refrain from saying anything more and immediately hail a taxi, bringing him back to the guesthouse.

Lucien: I don't think the current situation is enough to disrupt our plans. I understand the state of my body very well….

MC: Dizziness, body heat, sweating... Your current symptoms are exactly like those of heatstroke.

I interrupt him without hesitation, firmly poking his flushed cheek.

MC: You've been working non-stop before, and attending classes in such a hot place. Plus, you've been using Evol for an extended period of time.

MC: Your body must be exhausted from all the work, and with today's temperature reaching nearly 40 degrees, it's highly likely that you accidentally suffered from heatstroke.

I quickly turn on the air conditioning in the room, help him change into a fresh set of clothes, and gently guide him to lie down on the bed. Then, I hurriedly fetch a glass of water and encourage him to drink it slowly.

MC: Even if it's not heatstroke, it's still good to take a rest. We can afford to take some time off and enjoy ourselves, right?

Finally, it seems like my words have "registered" in his mind, and Lucien slowly becomes aware of the abnormalities in his body.

He lies flat on the bed, furrowing his brow tightly, displaying a rare expression of displeasure.

Seeing him obediently lying down, I open the food delivery app on my way to boil water and place an order for some medications and alcohol.

Given the intense heat, it seems that many people have experienced heatstroke. The delivery platform even has shortage notifications, and it would take nearly half a day for the order to be delivered.

I sigh with concern and proceed to purchase some physical cooling sprays online.

After I set the hot water on the windowsill to cool, I return to the bedroom only to find Lucien sitting up again.

Lucien: I have already rested enough.

Lucien: I have a sufficient understanding of my own physiological condition.

His ink-like eyes still appear slightly unfocused, but he wears a resolute expression as if our brief departure has become irrefutable proof of something.

Lucien: Essentially, my condition hasn't reached a level that would affect our plan.

Lucien: While there may be another opportunity to visit the destinations we planned for, the efficiency would be too low. With the same amount of time, we can explore other places.

Lucien: In addition, it would also alleviate your worries and allow us to continue enjoying our trip happily.

MC: ….

Hearing his rigid response, I also feel a bit annoyed.

It's rare for me to see Lucien lose control like this.

MC: Heatstroke is not something to be embarrassed about. What are you resisting?

Lucien: I'm just stating the facts.

Lucien: But if you don't want to go out, we can do something else.

His usual calm tone is wrapped in a little bit of stubbornness, and with a determined momentum, he pulled me into a hot embrace.

MC: You need to lie down first…

My remaining words fail to form as they shatter in his overwhelming intrusion, wet and without restraint, relentlessly entangling.

He vigorously sweeps through my mouth, creating slick sounds.

His scorching breath, along with the rising body temperature, engulfs everything, burning every nerve ending and instantly dissolving all of my rationality.

I tremble involuntarily, feeling as though I'm standing on a floating iceberg, desperately clinging to him in the midst of the surging tide.

The sticky fabric of our clothes binds our closely pressed skin even more intimately, eliciting waves of indulgent shivers with each rubbing.

I lose myself in a daze, attempting to gather some consciousness by turning to the side, but I'm immediately turned over and pressed against the bed, with both of my hands firmly held in the grip of his strong and large hand.

Lucien: (whisper) Look... you're sweating a lot now too.

Lucien: Just like me…

His scorching fingertips caress my back, and I find myself unable to utter a single word of refutation as it gets consumed by his dense breath, leaving only a shallow moan to escape.

Lucien: You feel hot too, don't you?

Lucien: (whisper) Do you want some water?

The air conditioner seems to have stopped, allowing our rapid breaths to intertwine and steadily raise the temperature. Slowly but powerfully, it infiltrates every limb and bone of mine.

Lucien: Don't worry about things that don't need your concern... Just focus on feeling me.

His voice is hoarse, and the corners of his eyes are tinged with seductive crimson.

The scorching heat blankets my back, while delicate kisses trace a path from the nape of my neck downwards. I can't see Lucien's face, but I can vividly feel every blazing fireworks he ignites-

-setting the world ablaze, burning me to the very end.

(yes it’s ‘that’ kind of fireworks)

In the darkness, I can only hear his voice seeping through the kisses drenched with longing and desire.

Lucien: (with slight gasps at the end) I still have the energy to accompany you to do more things.

[Part 5- Intertwined Emotions]

The night grows late, and everything remains quiet. The girl's steady and peaceful breathing blends into the moonlit scene.

Lucien gazes fixedly at the girl in his arms, instinctively tightening his arms around her again.

The real and familiar sensation of touch and body warmth pressed against him, soothing and comforting, causing him to instinctively emit a contented sigh.

He feels as if he is still floating.

A swaying sensation ripples throughout his body, his brain not responding to commands, causing a sluggish and delayed state that leaves him feeling somewhat annoyed.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Lucien: ….

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and when he opens his eyes again, there is a hint of sobriety that’s maintained by self-control in his gaze.

The next moment, Lucien gets up and walks towards the bathroom. A gentle stream of water flows slowly from the faucet, and he reaches out to catch it, pressing it against his still warm cheeks.

After repeating the motion several times, he finally places both hands on the sink, leaning towards the mirror.

Perhaps due to the lighting, his own complexion appears slightly pale and his eyes look bloodshot. It's as if he has been drenched by seawater…

-He appears in a complete mess.

The world spins with intense dizziness. He takes another deep breath, making sure his feet are firmly planted on the ground before slowly stepping out of the bathroom.

Faint knocking sounds at the door, causing him to furrow his brow. As he opens the door, he finds a delivery person standing outside.

He can't quite make out what the person says, but instinctively takes the item handed to him and closes the door—

—It seems to be something the girl bought for him.

He slowly closes his eyes and softly takes out a bottle of medicine from the bag, examining it with his blurred vision under the dim light.

Lucien: ….

When he sees that the applicable symptoms almost match his own, he stands there in a daze for a while.

Lucien: ...Why do I get heatstroke?

He tries to make sense of something, but the overwhelming emotions swallowed by the sea surge over him once again.

Some unfamiliar yet gentle sensations seem to envelop him, and in the blurry world, he can hear MC's steady breath clearly.

They seem to silence everything.

[the sensations are the feeling of being safe but he doesn’t know yet :”]

He doesn't think anymore, he simply instinctively puts the medicine back into the paper bag and lies back down beside her.

Just one sleep and everything will be all right.

Watching her tranquil sleeping expression, Lucien can't help but extend his fingertip, landing softly on her cheek, and gently stroking it.

Lucien: (softly) There won't be any unexpected situations like this tomorrow.

Lucien: I will continue to take leisurely walks with you by the seaside and accompany you to see the scenery you desire.

Lucien: Goodnight.

After he speaks in a barely audible voice, he hooks his hand around the girl's fingertips and closes his eyes heavily.

The next second, he feels as if he's caught in a vortex.

The girl pulls his hand and they dance together, splashing waves of silver and white.

Later, they run to the valley, up in the clouds, and in the depths of a secluded pool.

He can vividly feel the warmth of her embrace, the intimate words she whispered into his ear, and the scorching, moist sensation as their lips meet.

The world is terribly hot, yet she continues to accompany him, melting together with him in every corner.

After their countless collisions, a brilliant beam of light suddenly casts onto his retina.

(another poetic euphemism-)

Even though he doesn't open his eyes, he can still see it—a brilliant sunlit sky against a backdrop of blue.

Beneath the brilliant sun, the girl wears a sun hat and her favorite floral dress, happily waving at him with a smile.

Although he can't hear the sound clearly, he can still discern the girl's lip movements with clarity.

MC: Lucien, look over here! It's so beautiful—

Lucien: I think the most beautiful scenery is already right in front of me.

Without hesitation, he takes a step forward and walks towards the girl, then hugs her in his arms.

And just like countless ordinary moments in the past, he lowers his head and kisses her.

Indeed, those uncomfortable feelings were all illusions, or rather, it was a very brief and unpleasant bad dream.

At this very moment, he is still doing what he should do today, according to his heart's desire….

—Embracing her.

—And falling in love with her.

[can i say that this part is just so beautifully written sob sob]

[Part 5]

Lucien has suffered from complete heatstroke.

I sigh wordlessly, looking at the man who is deeply asleep on the bed, and I anxiously wipe his sweat-drenched forehead and cheeks with an alcohol pad.

MC: Lucien, you big fool.

I couldn't help but mutter angrily at him, and I drew a small pig nose on his forehead with an alcohol pad.

MC: Disobedient big fool…

I rarely see Lucien in such a weak state. He has always been poised and composed. Even when tired, he would hide it deeply, as if he never experiences those negative states.

Although he often shows vulnerability to me, I am well aware that it is just another facet of his gentle nature.

He seems to always stand firmly, calmly observing everything.

Come to think of it, this time his heatstroke situation is particularly unusual.

I can't resist sighing again, but in the next moment, my gaze crashes into eyes filled with a drowsy and profound gaze.

I don't know when he opens his eyes, but he doesn't say a word. He just looks at me quietly and serenely.

MC: Are you awake? Do you want to have some water?

Lucien: ....Want to drink.

(t/n: In CN Lucien talks in simple and short 2-3 words sentence, which is actually really cute if not for the fact that it’s caused by his heatstroke)

I immediately pick up the warmed-up glass of water and, seeing him dizzily sit up, I support his shoulder and bring it to his lips.

MC: While you were sleeping, I called a doctor from a nearby clinic to come and check on you.

MC: He said the problem isn't too serious, and you just need to rest well for the next few days.

The severe dizziness seems to still be afflicting him, despite my efforts to speak softly and slow down my speech, it takes a considerable amount of time for my words to reach his ears.

He doesn't say anything, just nods obediently, as if in some kind of "offline mode."

MC: Do you want to have some porridge?

Lucien: ...Not really.

MC: How about taking a nap again? By the time you wake up, you should have enough strength to eat something.

Lucien: …Um, okay.

Seeing him weakly lie back down, I open the app and consider whether to simply buy some millet and vegetables. Takeout food tends to be greasy, and I feel like he wouldn't want to eat it even more.

I was lost in my thoughts until I suddenly realized that there is a gaze fixed on me.

I instinctively turn my head and find Lucien lying on the bed, silently gazing at me. His gaze is serene as if there are emotions silently surging within him.

MC: What's wrong? Can't sleep? Are you feeling dizzy?

He remains silent, simply gazing at me intently.

Feeling a bit anxious, I take out an alcohol wipe and gently wipe his face and arms, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

MC: Don't overthink it either, let your brain rest and relax.

MC: Trust me and let go of your worries. I'll take care of "freezing" you back properly. So, there's nothing to worry about.

[she’s mimicking his joke from earlier, when he asks her to be responsible for freezing him back :’]

I gently kiss his forehead and eyes, tenderly caressing his still slightly hot cheeks.

MC: Don't worry about anything.

Lucien exhales softly, his gaze distant yet incredibly earnest as he continues to stare attentively.

After a while, he raises his hand and gently hugs me.

Lucien: (chuckles and says quietly)...come to my side.

I yield to his strength and find myself enveloped in his embrace.

Lucien: I need you here.

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Perhaps the accumulated exhaustion of many days suddenly overwhelmed him. In the following days, Lucien remained in a drowsy and lethargic state, but the signs of heatstroke noticeably diminished.

At times, he still sleeps restlessly, as if subconsciously worrying about something. However, when he sees me, he slowly exhales as if finding solace-

-and he extends his arm towards me, inviting me to join him in deep slumber.

The evening by the seaside has cooled down considerably, with the sea breeze carrying a gentle salty scent along with the rolling waves.

Having been confined indoors for too long, Lucien takes advantage of the current coolness and lies down on the soft couch on the terrace.

The evening glow spills like ink across the horizon, blending with the azure hues to create a hazy halo of warmth.

The twinkling lights shimmer and complement the distant stars, as the flickering lights gently envelop him, exuding a warm and soothing glow, akin to polished jade.

Separated by the glass, I feel the comforting tranquility surrounding me as well.

He raises his gaze and looks over amid a gentle golden glow.

There is no particular emotion in his eyes, and the act of gazing becomes meaningful in itself, like another form of silent and intimate touch.

MC: What's the matter, my great professor?

I stick my head out from behind the door with a smile and shake a glass of water at him.

MC: Do you want some water? Or are you hungry?

This overly familiar conversation has been repeated many times in these past few days. He squints his eyes, lazily tilting his head at me.

Lucien: MC, I think I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable.

MC: Hm? Uncomfortable?

Startled, I quickly move closer to him and touch his forehead and cheeks.

MC: The temperature seems okay. Are you feeling dizzy again?

In response, he takes hold of my hands and gently places them on his face, exhaling with a sense of relief.

Lucien: (jokingly as he says the same thing as MC said earlier in this MQ) Finally experienced the feeling of seeking refuge in an igloo to escape the intense heat.

MC: …Pfft.

Upon hearing this familiar exclamation coming from his mouth, I can't hold back and burst into laughter.

Lucien: I've noticed that your smile seems to make me even more comfortable.

He smoothly pulled me into his embrace, shifting his body to allow us to lie down together on the soft couch. He wrapped my hand around his body.

The sound of the tide and his steady heartbeat resonate in my ears, creating a peaceful echo.

MC: If you weren't so stubborn, you could have been comfortable much earlier.

I can't help scratching his back with my fingertips, feeling a sense of helplessness and frustration when I think about his behavior at that time.

MC: How did I not know before that Professor Lucien had such a stubborn side?

Lucien: Because I believed that I shouldn't have gotten heatstroke.

MC: There's no such thing as "should" or "shouldn't" when it comes to sudden discomfort in the body. It's a normal thing to happen.

He remains silent for a moment, only speaking after a long while.

Lucien: I should have taken proper precautions and measures to prevent and avoid the accident from happening so that the original plan could proceed smoothly.

Lucien: This is something that could have been avoided.

Lucien: ...Why did it happen?

He murmured a question, but that question doesn't seem to be directed toward me.

During his isolated years, he probably avoided numerous troubles and trivial matters in this way multiple times.

But when self-preservation becomes etched in one's marrow and melds into an instinct, it feels a bit lonely.

I don't know what to say, so I just softly kiss his lips with tender affection.

MC: You're right, we should indeed try our best to avoid getting sick, but it’s okay even if we do get sick.

MC: Because I'll be by your side.

MC: When you're sick, just rest well, and when you're tired, you can lean on my shoulder.

MC: You can live like this, taking it for granted.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a surging tide, and the darkening night in the distance seemed to slowly seep into them.

After a long while, he let out a deep sigh and gently traces my face with his fingertips.

Lucien: So... it's because you're here.

[because he subconsciously feels safe enough that he can show her his vulnerable side :”]

MC: Huh? Of course, I'm right here.

I rub against his warm fingertips, unable to resist the desire to hold him even tighter.

MC: Even when you're feeling troubled, I'll still be by your side.

MC: I will tell you that being sick is not just a troublesome matter, but you will also receive a lot of care and concern.

MC: Even if our plan gets disrupted, we will still have plenty of time to come back and complete it.

I know you've been walking alone for too long, but as long as you lower your head, you will see my hand tightly holding onto yours.

Lucien: If... what I want is more than just care?

MC: I'll give you whatever you want.

Almost as if it slipped out involuntarily, I couldn't help but burst into a giggle.

But as he is about to speak, I notice that the lingering warmth of the summer night continues to make him sweat a little, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

My body moves faster than my mind, I run to the living room and grab the chilled bottled water from the refrigerator and the cooling spray on the dining table.

MC: Even though you're already feeling much better, it's still important to be more cautious.

I hand him the bottled water, vigorously shake the cooling spray, and gently spray it onto his body.

Lucien: …

MC: Is it too cold?

Lucien: It's okay, but I still want... to feel even more comfortable.

Lucien leans the bottled water against his face, partially propping himself up, his gaze locked on me.

I'm not sure why I feel a bit nervous under his intense gaze, but I still make an effort to suppress my thoughts. I reach out my hand and gently spread the foam-like gel on his body.

I feel the tautness of his muscles beneath my fingertips, and his damp skin slightly rises and falls in my palm, emanating a moist sensation.

Lucien: (whisper) ...Here, I also want to be touched by you here.

His voice carries a seductive power, guiding my fingertips to caress his neck and chest, and gradually moving downwards.

The icy gel takes on a hint of warmth from his heated skin, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is his warmth or mine.

Lucien: And... Here, don't forget about here as well.

Lucien: It's also a bit uncomfortable here.

He covers my hand with his, placing it on the yet unexplored area. The scorching heat seeps through the thin fabric, causing me to instinctively inhale sharply.

(it’s implied that he guides her to his d-)

MC: You seem to be feeling hot…

Lucien: (hoarsely) I think it's probably unrelated to heatstroke.

MC: ....Can I believe that?

Lucien: Then how should I prove it this time?

Lucien's supressed noises seem to be suffused with warmth, causing me to feel somewhat parched and thirsty.

Droplets of sweat occasionally slide from his ear, slowly descending along his jawline and dripping onto his chest, merging with the remaining sweat, forming ambiguous curves.

Subtle gasps overflow from his throat and alluring blush spread across his face.

Lucien doesn't shift his gaze even for a moment, staring at me intently.

MC: You, um, just stay lying there.

Under such intense gaze, my voice trembles slightly, and my fingertips nervously fumble while stroking.

MC: You... don't keep looking at me like this.

Lucien: Why not?

MC: You make me distracted... and especially nervous.

I lick my dry lips, but I can't tear my gaze away even for a moment.

I see him smile gently.

Lucien: (whisper) You seem more like my summer.

He pulls me into his embrace, a mix of warmth and coolness enveloping me, causing me to instinctively shiver for a moment.

I nestle in the hollow of his shoulder, observing as his Adam's apple bobs up and down, and a droplet of sweat lands on my lips.

His breath surrounds me, overwhelming and all-encompassing. I may have escaped from his deep gaze, but I feel him even more intensely.

Lucien: Letting me make irrational judgments, leaving me dizzy and enthralled, making me forget everything…

Lucien: Allowing me to see this...real side of myself.

His voice, like sweat, glides into my ears. He firmly holds onto my wrist, mischievously sucking and kissing his way up from my earlobe.

As my consciousness gradually drifts away, the lingering sensation of gel feels slightly sticky. I can only instinctively follow his lead, stroking his increasingly heated skin.

Lucien: (hoarsely) Make me more comfortable in your own way.

[Part 6]

MC: The temperature seems to have risen again today. Are you sure you can handle it?

Lucien: Oh no, it seems like I'm turning into a glass doll in MC's eyes.

Lucien: If possible, I still hope you can trust my judgment a bit more.

He lazily sits on the sofa, yet his eyes remain full of interest.

Lucien: It's rare to come to the seaside, but until now, I haven't found an opportunity to go into the water with you.

Lucien: I always feel like something is missing.

With a hint of unspoken grievance in his words, I can't help but laugh and playfully pinch his nose.

MC: Do you really want to go into the water?

Lucien: Of course, I want to be with you. Is that not possible?

I know that he must still be considering my feelings, and my heart can't help but soften even more.

MC: But it's so hot at the beach.

Lucien: How about the pool next to our terrace? Does that meet your requirements?

Lucien: If it's too hot, we can quickly return to the house, and it will still fulfill my wish to go into the water.

MC: I see, so you had already planned this, didn't you?

He presents his case with sound reasoning and evidence, smiling as he stands up.

Lucien: I just thought, it would be perfect, isn't it?

MC: I can't argue with you, but if you feel uncomfortable at any point, be sure to let me know immediately, okay?

After receiving a nod of approval, he contentedly pecks my lips and walks over to the suitcase to retrieve the swimsuit.

MC: Do we really need to dress up so formally just to play at the pool?

(read: we can just skinny dip if it's just the two of us)

Lucien: We still have the whole afternoon.

(read: we still have a lot of time, we can skinny dip later-)

Lucien: And besides, I remember you spent a long time choosing a swimsuit for this trip as well.

Lucien: If we just leave without seeing it, it feels like there will be even more regrets for this summer.

(read: i just want to see you in the swimsuit)

His eyes and brows curve, as if he has returned to a state that I am most familiar with.

But I can also distinctly sense that something is different.

MC: Then I can't become the "culprit" of Professor Lucien's summer regrets.

MC: Wait for me here for a moment, okay?

The water in the pool is still a bit chilly. After thinking for a moment, I grab the hose and sprinkle some water in the shallow area to adjust the temperature.

Worried about Lucien experiencing a sudden change from the heat to a colder temperature, I cautiously decided to let him acclimate to the water temperature before getting in.

Meanwhile, "Mr. Former Patient" pays no attention and sits on the side, wearing a smile and appearing to be in a good mood.

I cup some water in my hands and sprinkle it over his body.

MC: Let your body adjust to the water temperature a bit more, okay?

Lucien: The temperature still feels a bit cold.

Upon hearing him say that, I hesitate for a moment, wondering if we should just turn back inside.

cue his beautiful 5th birthday bgm :”

But in the next second, a strong force pulls me downwards, and after a brief moment of surprise, I find myself falling into his arms.

The hose in my hand spins uncontrollably, splashing water that seems to wet both of us and everything around us.

I blink uncomfortably and shake my head to get rid of the water droplets on my forehead. When I raise my eyes again, I find the person in front of me still gazing at me with shining eyes.

Lucien: (chuckle) This is much better now.

MC: (unamused) Can you still play tricks like this?

Lucien: Didn't you say I could live more naturally and take things for granted?

He interlaces his fingers with mine, bringing us even closer together.

Lucien: If I were to say that I like it when you care about me when I'm sick, or when your eyes are filled by me, and when you think about me in everything... would you be unhappy?

Lucien: If I were to say that because of you, I allow myself to become slow-witted and greedy, would it be difficult for you?

Lucien: If I were to say that the most beautiful things appeared in my life because of something I never dared to do, or something that had long been forgotten by me…

Lucien: What kind of expression would you show me then?

Even though they are questions, they feel like declarations of love, with his deep voice mingling with the moist breath.

Lucien whispers softly, yet it's enough to make my heart tremble.

Lucien: Why do I crave your answer so much…

Lucien: And why do I believe that you can fulfill all my needs and wishes?

I don't know how to express my emotions, so I can only respond to him with love and tenderness.

This person, he's cunning and dangerous, yet distant and gentle, effortlessly captivates my entire heart and soul without even intending to.

But he is such a good person. Even if he is the only one in this world, whether he belongs to me or not, he is simply wonderful.

I can't help but sink in his ink-like eyes. He is so alive and real when he embraces me.

MC: ...Don't you know the answers to these questions?

Lucien: I know. And it seems like I've accepted this fact... faster than I had imagined.

Lucien: I allow myself to be by your side without any burdens.

Lucien: You make me feel safe.

It feels like a kind of sublime surrender, gently encroaching upon the depths of my soul.

It makes me surrender the same heart in return.

MC: Then, prove it to me one more time.

Lucien bends his left leg, instantly altering the support beneath me. I shift my weight, pressing my body against his thigh.

I instinctively lean back, but he doesn't offer much resistance. He simply lifts himself slightly and effortlessly bites onto the string at my chest.

Lucien: Are you trying to escape already?

With my hands firmly held by him, I can only watch as he leisurely pulls on the string, keeping my breath held as the front of my garment could easily come undone at any moment.

The warm breath continuously brushes against my skin, like a suggestive hint, arousing all my senses throughout my body.

In the close proximity of our gazes, there is still a hint of wilfulness and coquetry in his eyes, but the strength in his arms is irresistible.

The droplets of water from his hair fall onto my body, and the rising body temperature momentarily turn chill, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

As if unintentionally, Lucien raises his leg a little bit, and I slide down to the bottom, tightly pressed against him through the thin fabric.

I can even feel his muscles momentarily tense up. Unable to hold back, I let out a soft moan, which is rewarded with a rush of heated breath against my chest.

Everything becomes slippery and unbearable. I want to escape, but I'm completely powerless to do so.

After several failed attempts, the person in front of me finally seems to lose patience. His fingers hook onto the thin fabric, undoing it.

Before the coolness has a chance to gather, it is quickly dispersed by his heat.

The water rushing out of the hose forms trembling waves in the air, and we are like a drifting boat caught in them, on the verge of being capsized.

The hairpin at the back of my head almost falls as it is burdened by a heavy task, but Lucien catches it just in time.

(heavy task as in trying to stay in place as she ‘moves’ on his lap cough-)

The knot at my chest has already come undone, and the thin string sways and jumps between us, but my attention is snatched away by his kisses and breath.

Amidst the dense sound of water, my own voice gradually fades into the distance, only leaving the sound of his voice.

Lucien: I’m more than willing to gradually prove my every demand and desire for you.

[Lux’s rambling corner]

This MQ has NO RIGHT to be this good :""""""". From fulfilling a college romance dream to Lucien learning how to receive love and show weakness, it's just *sobs* so fucking good. Even without all the, yanno, I'd get this karma in a heartbeat even if it's expensive af to raise. Whether it's the art, new features, or the plot, I think it's worth the expensive price. This MQ in essence is about how Lucien, because of his 'abnormal' past has a hard time trusting others with his burdens and showing them his vulnerability, but through this MQ, he learns that since now he's no longer alone, he can share them with MC. I want to quickly talk about some highlight and plot of this MQ.

The first half starts with them kind of role-playing campus life. Little scenes like a feeling of having bf from a different department, or getting caught making out by his professor, or skipping class for yanno, they're really cute LOL. And yet, this seemingly cute part already laid the groundwork for what was about to come.

We get introduced to his professor Dr. Lawson, and I think the way Lucien interacts with him is an image of how he handles interpersonal relationships, he obviously cares (on this MQ, he did help the professor to cool down with his evol) but still put some distance and is indifferent. MC is the only exception, the only person that he allowed to get into his world. The way Lucien’s acts around MC puzzles Dr. Lawson who’s used to see him being serious in his study and indiferent around other people.

In this MQ, we also get glimpses of his college year. It’s... sad that he never really enjoy life before he meets her :”. He probably content with that kind of life but... can you really call that ‘living’? Which is why I’m glad that in this MQ he got a chance to know the ‘feels’ to be in college. To slow down and enjoy life instead of keep walking faster.

But when self-preservation becomes etched in one's marrow and melds into an instinct, it feels a bit lonely.

In the past, Lucien's survive and fight on his own. Unforeseen events are burdensome because he has had to endure them alone. Consequently, he instinctively tries to maintain control over everything, striving to prevent accidents and unexpected situations from occurring in the first place (the self-preservation that melds into instinct). This mindset, however, makes it harder for him to accept that there are things beyond his control. So when he experiences heatstroke, his first instinctive reaction is to deny it.

Besides that, there are also another reasons why he deny the heatstroke, he didn’t want to worry her and to spend time with her. I think for him, time is very precious because he knows very well how fleeting time can be, and maybe that is just me, but sometimes he gives off vibes as if he’s running out of time.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a surging tide, and the darkening night in the distance seemed to slowly seep into them.

After a long while, he let out a deep sigh and gently traces my face with his fingertips.

“So... it's because you're here.”

After the initial refusal, Lucien begins to carefully examine the situation. Gradually, he comes to a realization that one of the underlying reasons he "allowed" himself to fall sick this time is because he subconsciously feels safe in MC's presence. He instinctively trusts her with his vulnerabilities and needs, subconsciously recognizing that for once he doesn't have to shoulder the burden alone, because when two people care for each other, they can share the burden and support one another. This realization marks a significant shift in Lucien's perspective and his willingness to let someone else be there for him.

“If I were to say that I like it when you care about me when I'm sick, or when all you see is me, and when you think about me in every situation... would you be unhappy?”

“If I were to say that because of you, I allow myself to become slow-witted and greedy, would it be difficult for you?”

“If I were to say that the most beautiful things appeared in my life because of something I never dared to do, or something that had long been forgotten by me…”

“What kind of expression would you show me then?”

Even though they’re questions, they feel like declarations of love, with his deep voice mingling with the moist breath.

Lucien whispers softly, yet it's enough to make my heart tremble.

“Why do I crave your answer so much…”

“And why do I believe that you can fulfill all my needs and wishes?”

Something that he never dared to, or had long forgotten is to share his burden with other people and allow them to see his vulnerable side, or perhaps ‘becoming humans’. 'If I allowed myself to be weak in front of you, would you be okay with that? Is it okay for me to receive your love and care, taking it for granted?' He craves her answer, for the reassurance that it's okay for him to continue living like this.

“...Don't you know the answers to these questions?”

“I know. And it seems like I've accepted this fact... faster than I had imagined.”

“I allow myself to be by your side without any burdens.”

“You make me feel safe.”

It feels like a kind of sublime surrender, gently encroaching upon the depths of my soul.

It makes me surrender the same heart in return.

In fact, he already knows that the answer is a resounding yes. MC already assures him that she is willing to fulfill his every demand and desire. With this realization, he understands that he doesn't have to bear everything alone in front of her, his safe haven. So he allows himself to be by her side without burden. To trust her with his wishes, demands, and desires, to show her his most vulnerable side, it's him surrendering his whole heart to her and his declaration of love.

ALSO, a little bit out of topic but this date kind of reminds me of S2 ch 28 you know, the one where Lucien tried to hide the wound on his back from MC by stripping. There’s a quote that I like from the scene when MC found Lucien in bloody mess and being just as stubborn. “On that light gray road, I wanted to touch the heart that hadn’t been delivered.” And I think this MQ is how he finally delivers his heart to MC on its entirety, marking another growth and change from him.

#wrote 1k words of analysis at the end of the date enjoy #DIDN'T EXPECT THE MQ TO BE THIS GOOD THEME WISE???????#10/10 make me cry for a whole dang week #mlqc lucien #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc translations #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #xu mo #mlqc xu mo

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