Morning sunlight streamed through the window, flooding the entire room. Lian Qi, curled up beneath the covers, muttered softly and slowly opened his sleepy eyes. A jumble of signals in his mind left him momentarily disoriented; he stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing where he was.
“Hmm…” After what seemed like an eternity, a glimmer of light gradually gathered in Lian Qiguang’s vacant eyes. Just as he was about to push himself up to sit, a powerful force gripped his waist, forcing him back down onto the bed with a thud.
He turned his head in confusion, only to come face-to-face with a wheat-colored chest as hard as iron. Staring blankly upward along the chest, a resolute, stern face appeared before Lian Qiguang’s eyes. Xiahou Shaoxuan held Lian Qiguang’s slender body tightly, seemingly undisturbed by his movements.
Lian Qiguang tilted his head, staring expressionlessly at Xiahou Shaoxuan—a face different from usual, one that seemed to lack much of its usual coldness. He reached out blankly and tugged gently at the corner of Xiahou Shaoxuan’s mouth. “It’s soft,” Lian Qiguang said, staring blankly at his own hand, as if finding it somewhat strange.
He lowered his head to sniff his hand, then leaned forward, pressing his nose against Xiahou Shao Xuan’s slender chest and inhaling deeply. It was still that same scent—indescribable, yet very pleasant. Lian Qiguang loved this scent; it made him feel very comfortable. He was delighted that this scent had rubbed off on him too. Like a little kitten, Lian Qiguang curled up expressionlessly in Xiahou Shao Xian’s arms and rubbed against him.
Just as Lian Qiguang was about to leave, feeling completely satisfied, his body suddenly felt lighter. As the world spun around him, Xiahou Shao Xian pinned him beneath her. Lian Qiguang, who had barely managed to get a single bar of signal, was once again plunged into “no service” mode, blinking dazedly as he felt disoriented. Xiahou Shaoxuan leaned over Lian Qiguang, gazing down at him as he stood frozen in shock. Those eyes, as predatory as a wild beast’s, were now dark and unfathomable, sending a chill down his spine.
“Wife, although I’m very pleased with your initiative, you’re still too young.” A hoarse voice, mingled with warm breath, brushed against Lian Qiguang’s ear—unlike his usual cold detachment, it carried an added note of seduction. Lian Qiguang tilted her head back, staring expressionlessly at Xiahou Shaoxuan as a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.
“You little brat!” Gazing into Lian Qiguang’s eyes, as black as glass, Xiahou Shaoxuan, driven by a hint of vengeance, gritted her teeth and bit down on his cheek, leaving two rows of shallow toothmarks. “ “Why did you bite me?” Lian Qiguang covered his face, his eyes wide, staring expressionlessly at Xiahou Shaoxuan. “Are you going to bite me back?” Xiahou Shaoxuan brushed aside Lian Qiguang’s small hand, a hint of playful teasing deep in his eyes. “No.” He tilted his head to the side and flatly refused, his expression unchanged. “You haven’t washed your face.” “Honey, are you looking down on me?” “I…… mmm……” Before Lian Qiguang could answer, Xiahou Shaoxuan bit his lips again.
Xiahou Shao Xuan gently bit Lian Qiguang’s lip; the sweet, fruity softness made her instinctively lighten her touch, afraid of hurting him. Watching Lian Qiguang’s wide, bewildered eyes, a smile flitted across Xiahou Shao Xuan’s eyes as she gently caressed his lips.
“Mmm… that tickles.” The prickly sensation on his lips, like being bitten by ants, made Lian Qiguang feel a bit uncomfortable. He reached out to push Xiahou Shaoxuan’s chest away and muttered softly.
“Honey, pay attention.” Xiahou Shao Xuan’s large palm gently cradled Lian Qiguang’s small head. He released Lian Qiguang’s lips, parted his delicate teeth, and began to plunder the sweetness of the person beneath him, deepening the kiss.
“Hey! Lian Qiguang! It’s already this late—why aren’t you up yet? Everyone’s waiting for you to eat…” Accompanied by that loud shout, the bedroom door was kicked open, and Xiahou Hete stormed in. But before his feet had even fully crossed the threshold, and before he could finish his sentence, the words suddenly caught in his throat as he stared at the scene inside in utter astonishment. His mind went into a frantic short-circuit, and in the end, only one thought remained: ‘I’m screwed!’
Just as Xiahou Hetian kicked open the door, Xiahou Shaoxuan suddenly snapped out of his daze. He quickly pulled the blanket over the person in his arms, wrapping them tightly against his chest. He glared at Xiahou Hetian with displeasure, his face frozen in horror. Instantly, the temperature in the room plummeted, and “whoosh, whoosh!”—ice shards began falling from the ceiling.
“Bro… Bro… Um, I didn’t mean to. You, you go ahead, go ahead…” Xiahou Hetian swallowed hard and managed to force a stiff smile. “ “Get out!” That icy, terrifying voice, laced with supernatural power, lashed out at Xiahou Hetian, sending him flying. Immediately afterward came two loud crashes—one as Xiahou Hetian slammed into something, and the other as the door slammed shut.
Lian Qiguang frantically tossed aside the blanket, revealing his tiny head. His rosy little face was flushed and slightly out of breath as he stared blankly at Xiahou Shaoxuan. Seeing Lian Qiguang like this, Xiahou Shaoxuan’s chest tightened, and his gaze darkened once more.
“My wife, he’s too young. ” Xiahou Shaoxuan embraced Lian Qiguang, his deep voice echoing in Lian Qiguang’s ear—it was unclear whether he was referring to Lian Qiguang or warning himself.
Held in Xiahou Shaoxuan’s arms, Lian Qiguang curled up expressionlessly against him, resting his head on his shoulder. “Why do you bring a gun to bed?” “Hm?” Xiahou Shao Xuan let go of Lian Qiguang and looked at him with some confusion. “Why do you bring a gun to bed?” Lian Qiguang pointed down at his lap and said expressionlessly, “It’s pressing against me. It’s uncomfortable.”
“. …………………………….” Xiahou Shaoxuan
After a long moment, Xiahou Shaoxuan pulled Lian Qiguang into his arms, and a low, suppressed chuckle sounded in Lian Qiguang’s ear. Lian Qiguang let Xiahou Shao Xuan hold him without reaction, a fleeting, indecipherable expression crossing his eyes. He didn’t quite understand why Xiahou Shao Xuan was laughing, but the sound of it was pleasant to his ears.
“My silly wife, you really are…” Having laughed his fill, Xiahou Shaoxuan resumed his usual icy expression, though his eyes held a hint of helplessness.
“I’m not silly—I’m a genius.” Lian Qiguang furrowed his brow slightly, staring expressionlessly at Xiahou Shaoxuan.
“Fine, you’re not silly.” Xiahou Shao Xuan shook her head, then sat up, holding Lian Qiguang in her arms. “Get up. It’s time to eat. After we finish, I’ll take you back to Zone 3. As for why I’m carrying a gun, you’ll understand later.” She gave Lian Qiguang a meaningful nibble on the ear, then stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
He rarely gave in to his desires, but judging by today’s events, such things would likely be unavoidable in the future. His wife was a wonderful person—she was just so young. He’d have to take good care of her.
Watching Xiahou Shao Xuan’s back disappear into the bathroom as the door closed, Lian Qiguang was filled with confusion and couldn’t quite make sense of it all.
“What a strange person. I just don’t get her.”