Qie Xieling stood in the empty passageway of the top deck with a look of frustration. This place was spotless but he was supposed to clean it. Around him, cleaning robots whizzed and whirred, effortlessly performing their duties. Their soft humming buzz made him feel like they were mocking him.

He glanced back at the elevator that had long closed and kicked the air in frustration looking quite comical before dragging his cleaning supplies and walking towards the first room on the left.

With a heavy sigh, he decided to at least start somewhere. The door slid open revealing a lavish living room with plush furniture and glistening light fixtures. The room exuded opulence, a stark contrast to the grungy lower decks where he had been.

As he started physically cleaning the room his curiosity got the better of him. He couldn’t resist the urge to snoop around. He pretended to dust the expensive artefacts, all the while discreetly examining them. He found that there was another door at the end of the corridor and he decided to explore further.

The door slid open, revealing a sleek and minimalist bedroom something Luo Muchen would definitely like. The room exuded an air of calm amidst the chaos in the lower decks.

The walls were adorned with a smooth, gunmetal grey finish, interrupted only by a single horizontal strip of shimmering blue light that ran along the perimeter. Soft, ambient lighting emanated from hidden sources, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the space. The ceiling seamlessly merged with the walls, creating an illusion of infinite space above.

In the centre of the room stood a low, platform bed with clean lines and sharp angles. Its frame was crafted from a composite material that resembled polished carbon fibre, giving it a lightweight yet robust appearance. The bedding, a pristine white ensemble, contrasted beautifully against the dark backdrop, was quite inviting making him want to sleep on it and he did. He lay down in the bed his tense muscles turning to jelly.

When he turned his head to the left of the bed there was a floating nightstand hovering effortlessly, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Beside it was a holographic control panel to adjust the room’s ambience. It could control the lighting and temperature and one could even select a calming soundscape to lull them into a peaceful slumber.

Opposite the bed were floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The glass was reinforced with advanced shielding, protecting against the harsh conditions of space.

Qie Xieling was in awe. Beyond the window, stars were streaking by in brilliant trails of light as the warship hurtled through the vast reaches of the galaxy. Qie Xieling desperately wanted to live here already but that wasn’t possible. At least not yet.

He sat up his attention drawn towards the small seating area in the corner of the room. There was a plush minimalist armchair upholstered in a deep blue fabric, providing a cosy spot for quiet reflection or... extra curriculum activities. Qie Xieling could almost envision his legs spread wide apart and resting on the armrest while Luo Muchen drills him like he is drilling for oil. Qie Xieling’s fingers trailed along the backrest of the armchair a smile creeping up his face. He explored the small side table with a collection of antique books which was rare to find in this world.

Every element of the room had been meticulously designed to better fit Luo Muchen’s preferences.

It was the perfect sanctuary.

While he was touching everything another door suddenly opened and inside was a glass display case that held a set of royal attire, intricately embroidered with gold thread. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Qie Xieling’s heart raced suppressing a smile. He was imagining how handsome Luo Muchen would look in it. He could even imagine him wearing it while they were doing the deed. Yes, Qie Xieling had already realised he was a pervert and there was nothing he could do to be saved. He was addicted to Luo Muchen and couldn’t wait to tear that royal attire off his body.

After playing Dora the Explorer for a while he took one last look around the room before he turned and quietly left, making sure to leave no trace of his presence.

He resumed his cleaning duties though in truth he was half-assing it. When he reached the other end of the passageway another door suddenly opened and this time it was a gym with several equipment. He was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of Luo Muchen running hard on a futuristic treadmill with flickering blue LED lights glowing beneath his feet.

The treadmill had several settings, and he had selected the "high-gravity" mode, which made running much harder. The scenery around him was mesmerising. The giant windows he faced offered a panoramic view of the infinite space.

As he ran he was sweating profusely. He was pushing his limits and training his endurance. He wore a pair of headphones which meant that he didn’t notice when Qie Xieling walked in. Qie Xieling knew he should walk away but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Luo Muchen’s glistening muscles. The sight of his sweat running down his chiselled chest made Qie Xieling’s heart flutter.

As though under a spell, Qie Xieling approached him admiring his toned physique. He bit his lower lip imagining himself running his fingertips on Luo Muchen’s abdomen. But before he could even reach over to touch him, Luo Muchen stopped running without warning and pressed him down viciously onto the ground with one hand, his hot breath panting on Qie Xieling’s neck.

Qie Xieling was frozen in place, his heart racing in his chest as he gazed into Luo Muchen’s eyes with no fear at all. He pulled down his face mask only for his hand to be grabbed at the wrist and pressed above his head.

Luo Muchen removed his headphones and glared at him with his icy gaze, his voice dripping with anger as he questioned him. "Why are you here? Who let you in here?" he demanded.

Qie Xieling’s lips quirked slightly as he answered, "I am working. I was assigned to clean the upper deck."

Luo Muchen pressed his tongue against his cheek his hold on Qie Xieling’s wrist tightening. Bo Ailun was the only one who could authorise him to come up here but he didn’t have permission to grant him access to the gym.