I Found My Happy Ending with the Motorcycle Repair Shop Owner

- Novel Blurb:

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed and reading the memories in his mind, Ji Xing calmly accepts the reality that he has transmigrated to an unfamiliar world. He eats, sleeps, and runs an inn and tavern.

The inn and tavern is in Xianzhi City, the most famous flower city on Blue Star, and the one closest to the sky.

People come and go, visiting, staying for a while, doing business... or trying to save themselves.

One day, Ji Xing added his homemade liquor to some fruit and brought it to a boil. The doorbell chimed, and he heard a low, magnetic voice say, "How strong is the liquor? Pour me a glass."

Ji Xing looked up, pushed a cup of liquor in front of him, and smiled warmly. "It's homemade. It has no alcohol content."

But the evening breeze in Xianzhi City was 56-proof.

*

Later, the inn and tavern gained a regular customer: Zhuang Lü.

Zhuang Lü ran a motorcycle repair shop next door, in the tourist city. Business was always slow, but he owned several flashy motorcycles. Tourists crowded outside his shop every day to take pictures with them. Whenever the noise got on his nerves, he'd head to the inn and tavern for some peace and quiet.

He'd order a cup of fruit wine with no alcohol content, watch Ji Xing bustle about, and sip it all day long.

As they grew more familiar, the two became casual with each other. Ji Xing, though, forgot that he could read people's minds by touching their skin.

[Maybe I should just leave it... I shouldn't hurt him...]

That was what Ji Xing read when he accidentally touched Zhuang Lü's scarred arm. He turned his head and saw Zhuang Lü watching him with a dark, intent gaze.

*

Everyone knows that a man who's truly drunk can't even shoulder a gun. Anyone capable of getting frisky after drinking is perfectly conscious.

So when Ji Xing woke up in the same bed as Zhuang Lü, saw their clothes scattered all the way from the doorway, and felt how sore and weak his waist was, he smiled warmly and asked Zhuang Lü, who had just sat up, "Is your waist all right? Did I make sure you enjoyed yourself last night?"

The hesitation in Zhuang Lü's fierce eyes vanished. He stared up at Ji Xing in shock.

Their warm skin touched, and Ji Xing read his thoughts:

[He doesn't want to pretend nothing happened!?]

Ji Xing gazed at him with a smile, his gentle eyes filled with an almost crazed possessiveness.

An inn and tavern owner who can read minds x a veteran ace soldier with post-traumatic stress disorder

* Mutual top energy, take a bite!

* The post-traumatic stress disorder in this novel is included only for the sake of the story. It has no connection to real-world illnesses or symptoms. Please don't conflate it with reality. Respect and pray!

- The Farm Owner

Please add this mutual-top story to your reading list (=v=)

- Blurb:

Chu Ming suspected he was some kind of monster spirit. Even after transmigrating to the future, he still had a monstrous constitution.

But he wanted to live a good life, so he inherited a hundred acres of farmland, planted the fields with fruit trees and vegetables, and raised chickens, ducks, geese, cows, sheep, and pigs.

One sleepless night, he was crouched alone on a pebble beach, roasting a chicken, when a man climbed down from an old truck parked by the road and walked over to the river.

"Hey," Chu Ming called to him. "The water's too shallow. You won't die if you jump in."

"Manager Chu." The man turned around, his voice low and magnetic. "Could you share half your roast chicken with me?"

"..." One sentence cost him half a chicken.

*

The farm had lots of fruit trees. Every time He Yue delivered fertilizer and feed, he would stay behind to pick fruit and eat it. He'd even stick around until evening and ask Chu Ming to roast him a chicken from the orchard.

One day, they crouched under the stars to eat chicken. Chu Ming's greasy hand accidentally landed on He Yue's wrist. He looked up in shock.

He Yue's deep, somber gaze settled on him. He said in all seriousness, "Five hundred for the grope."

"...I suggest you go to a hospital," Chu Ming said after a long silence, offering him some advice.

But then He Yue murmured coldly, "A hospital can't save me."

"It's not like you're impotent or suffering from premature ejaculation... I can save you."

*

Later, Chu Ming treated him with acupuncture and warned him not to touch purpleroot after taking the medicine. He hadn't expected the drink to contain purpleroot as an ingredient.

That night, He Yue kissed Chu Ming's skin inch by inch, enraptured, sometimes leaving a bite mark. Sweat glistened and slid along the contours of their waists and abdomens. Chu Ming stuffed a pillow beneath He Yue's lower back, the veins at his temples standing out. "Keep what I gave you inside. Don't let it spill out, He Yue!"

He Yue panted softly. "...Yours needs to stay inside my body, too."

Keep it inside, my ass. You little bastard. I told you not to touch purpleroot, and look where we are. Now I have to sacrifice myself!

*

Bonus scene:

In the depths of winter, during the twelfth lunar month, the room and bed were warm and soft, covered in wool carpets. Beneath the covers, He Yue gripped Chu Ming's waist. Dull smacks rang out as he said hoarsely, "Lift your ass."

Chu Ming panted into the pillow. "He Yue, I just..."

Before he could finish, their voices gradually faded beneath the wind and snow rising outside. Inside, the room was blazing hot, their passion wild.

2025.10.26

Theme: Life is a journey against the current, and I too am a traveler.