Xiahou Shao Xuan carried Lian Qiguang back to their room. Just as he was about to lay him on the bed, Lian Qiguang suddenly opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Xiahou Shao Xuan’s neck.
“My dear, don’t worry about a thing. Just get a good night’s sleep—tomorrow, everything will be fine.”
Xiahou Shaoxuan set Lian Qiguang down and whispered soothingly. But Lian Qiguang refused to let go no matter what, so Xiahou Shaoxuan had no choice but to bend over.
“Shaoxuan, if he tries to keep me locked up by his side like he did during the apocalypse, I’ll definitely kill him. ”Back in the apocalypse, although he didn’t like the things Xiao Tai made him do, he didn’t really have anything he wanted to do on his own either. Whether he lived or died, nothing mattered.
But now, he had Xiahou Shaoxuan. This world had become something he depended on, something he cared about. He couldn’t bear to let go, nor could he walk away.
“My wife, you’re mine.” Xiahou Shao Xuan leaned down, wrapped his arms around Lian Qiguang, and lay down on the bed with him, his hoarse voice whispering into Lian Qiguang’s ear as he kissed him.
So, if that young crown prince really had any improper intentions toward Lian Qiguang, no matter what contributions he’d made to humanity, he wouldn’t let him off the hook.
“Shao Xuan.” Lian Qiguang rolled over and lay on top of Xiahou Shao Xuan, his dark eyes gazing deeply into Xiahou Shao Xuan’s.
“Let’s have a little bundle of joy, shall we? ”The computer said that in this world, a little bundle of joy can do anything. If they had one, wouldn’t that mean no one could ever separate them?
“Honey, you’re still too young.” Xiahou Shao Xuan kissed the corner of Lian Qiguang’s mouth, his voice hoarse. “We can’t have a baby until you’ve grown up.”
“Honey, let’s go to sleep.” Xiahou Shao Xuan curved the corners of his mouth and pressed Lian Qiguang against his chest. He was already hard and aching beneath him, but the exhaustion in Lian Qiguang’s eyes made him hesitate to act on his desires.
Since that day, Xiahou Shao Xuan had not touched Lian Qiguang again. Every time they shared a bed, gazing at the person in his arms and breathing in the scent of the one he loved, how could he not long to take him day after day, to keep him confined to his own bed, hidden from the eyes of others? But he couldn’t.
Lian Qiguang was still too young; he couldn’t hurt him. Moreover, although Lian Qiguang seemed cold and indifferent to everything, Xiahou Shaoxuan knew that beneath that perpetually expressionless face lay a heart fiercely committed to freedom.
Lying on top of Xiahou Shao Xuan, Lian Qiguang’s hands slowly slipped beneath him. He opened his mouth and bit down on the small protrusion on Xiahou Shao Xuan’s chest.
“Mmm!” Xiahou Shao Xuan let out a muffled groan, his body tensing instantly as the sudden surge of pleasure violently collided with the resolve deep within his heart.
“Wife.” Xiahou Shaoxuan grabbed Lian Qiguang’s hand, flipped him over, and pinned him beneath him. His dark eyes churned with stormy waves, a raging tempest that seemed poised to destroy Lian Qiguang.
“My wife, which bastards gave you these?” Given Xiahou Shao Xuan’s understanding of Lian Qiguang, he knew his wife had absolutely zero experience or knowledge in this area.
“I saw it on the computer.” Lian Qiguang pursed her lips, her two slender, supple legs tightly wrapped around Xiahou Shaoxuan’s waist, her writhing hips unconsciously rubbing her abdomen against his lower body.
Xiahou Shaoxuan sucked in a sharp breath, and his erection instantly grew even harder.
“What the hell is that?” Xiahou Shao Xuan gritted his teeth, his face already covered in a cold sweat.
“Make him love you.” His expression remained impassive.
“What the hell?!” Xiahou Shaoxuan roared, his face turning ashen.
It wasn’t really Xiahou Shaoxuan’s fault that he flew into a rage. “Make me love you” sounded nice, but in reality, it was just two people wrestling in bed—and a 360-degree, all-angle display at that, famous online for the actors’ good looks and high-difficulty moves.
As for how Xiahou Shaoxuan found out, it all goes back to the group of single men under his command. Whenever they weren’t training, they’d gather in a huddle and gossip endlessly. One time, he happened to walk past the training ground and overheard the phrase “Let Me Love You.” Out of rare curiosity, he searched for it online, and the moment he opened the link, he was met with the sight of two pale, naked bodies entwined.
“Honey, who recommended this to you?” When he said the word “recommended,” Xiahou Shao Xuan clearly ground his teeth in anger.
“An Yi.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she ratted out An Yi.
An Yi!
In his mind, Xiahou Shao Xuan fired a burst of bullets, reducing An Yi to dust. An Yi, who was handling Li Yu’s case in the monitoring room, felt a chill run down his spine; he couldn’t help but shrink his neck and shiver.
“Shao Xuan.” Lian Qiguang leaned forward, his dark eyes already glistening with a thin film of moisture, his voice taking on a soft, gentle tone.
“My wife, you brought this on yourself.” Xiahou Shao Xuan, who had been holding back for who knows how many days, was completely dazed by a single blink from Lian Qiguang. In an instant, his clothes were torn away, exposing his beautiful, delicate skin to the air. Xiahou Shao Xuan’s eyes reddened at the sight, and without a word, he pounced on him like a ravenous wolf.
“Mm, that hurts.” Lian Qiguang arched his back and couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. He pushed against Xiahou Shaoxuan’s chest with both hands, but Xiahou Shaoxuan seized one of his hands with his own and pinned it above his head.
“My wife, do you like it this way?” ” Xiahou Shao Xuan’s lips parted from Lian Qiguang’s panting mouth and nipped at his delicate, jade-like earlobe.
“I like it.” Lian Qiguang narrowed his dazed eyes, letting out broken moans under Xiahou Shao Xuan’s kisses and caresses.
“What do you like?” Xiahou Shao Xuan’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes glued to Lian Qiguang’s beautiful face. Seeing him reveal such an expression just for him filled his heart with a satisfaction he’d never felt before.
“I like it… I like it when you treat me like this.” Under Xiahou Shao Xuan’s control, Lian Qiguang writhed restlessly.
“I love you, I love you, Shao Xuan. I don’t want to leave you…”
Xiahou Shao Xuan paused for a moment, then felt a slow wave of tenderness wash over him.
“My wife.” Xiahou Shao Xuan leaned down and pressed his lips against Lian Qiguang’s crimson mouth. “I won’t leave you, and you mustn’t leave me either, do you understand? Never.”
“Mm-hmm, I won’t leave.” She opened her drowsy eyes and stared blankly at Xiahou Shao Xuan’s chiseled, resolute face, murmuring softly.
“…My wife, didn’t you want a little one? Then why don’t you give me one?” Xiahou Shao Xuan growled hoarsely as he continued to “conquer” Lian Qiguang’s body.
“Forget that cold machine—you give birth to one yourself.” Xiahou Shao Xuan’s fingers, calloused from hard work, brushed against Lian Qiguang’s abdomen. “Use this.”
Though these were words of passion spoken in the heat of the moment, Xiahou Shao Xuan knew deep down that it was impossible. Ordinary people—as opposed to “Natural Beings”—could not conceive children. Even for “Natural Beings,” the chances of conception were slim, and even if a child were conceived, it wouldn’t survive long in the womb.
But was that really the case?
“…Okay… okay.”
“One isn’t enough—I want ten. Give me a whole special forces unit.”
“…Mm, a special forces unit…” Lian Qiguang felt his mind go completely blank; his body felt as if it had fallen into a bottomless vortex. He couldn’t muster any strength or think clearly, and could only respond blankly to Xiahou Shaoxuan’s words.
“You said it yourself, my wife. You can’t go back on your word!” Xiahou Shao Xuan’s eyes lit up.
“I won’t go back on my word.” Lian Qiguang lifted her chin and gave Xiahou Shao Xuan a dazed smile.
Xiahou Shao Xuan’s eyes lit up, and his advances immediately became even more intense.
“My dear, since you don’t want to rest, don’t even think about sleeping tonight!!”
Deep in the forest, a mysterious man clad in a black cloak sat perched on a tree, tilting his head back to gaze quietly at the moon in the sky.
It was unclear how much time had passed when the man lowered his head, and a painting suddenly appeared in his hand. He slowly unfolded the painting and gazed at the delicate-featured young man depicted within. His gloved fingers gently traced the young man’s face, lightly brushing his brow, moving downward across his cheek, and finally resting upon his crimson lips.
The man’s finger gently traced the young man’s lips—with reverence, deep longing, and dependence—as if afraid that the slightest carelessness might hurt him.
The wind blew, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to rustle. The man suddenly clutched the painting tightly to his chest and let out a low, choked sob.
The wind howled. In the darkness, the man curled up, a mournful sob rising from his throat—a mix of longing, sorrow, and the agony of abandonment.
Like a cub abandoned by its mother wolf, he curled up in lonely despair, hiding at the foot of the cold, dark mountain, letting out a fearful wail.
“Teacher.”
“Teacher.”
“Teacher…”
Don’t leave me! Please~