Sang Biao was held in his arms. He shifted slightly but showed no sign of waking.
“Sorry to bother you… Mimi!”
Fu Ye had just turned around when Sang Biao, who had still been sleeping moments ago, suddenly flew out from the crook of his arm and jumped right back into Xi Yu’s embrace.
Xi Yu stroked Sang Biao and lifted his eyes to look at Fu Ye.
“Good sleep quality?”
Fu Ye’s sickly pale face suddenly flushed.
“He normally wouldn’t wake up like this. He probably really likes the aura around you, so he woke up when he got too far away. I’ll take him with me right away.”
Fu Ye reached out to pick up Sang Biao, but Sang Biao dodged and jumped onto Xi Yu’s shoulder.
Fu Ye gently opened his arms.
“Mimi, come here. Don’t disturb the guest’s sleep.”
Curled up on Xi Yu’s shoulder, Sang Biao immediately screamed when he heard the word Mimi.
“How many times do I have to say it? This Great King’s name is Sang Biao! Sang Biao! Sang Biao!”
“Okay, okay, Sang Biao.” Fu Ye helplessly corrected himself and coaxed him softly. “How about I carry you back?”
“No!” Sang Biao refused. “You’re a bad, bad person. You won’t even let me…”
Before Sang Biao could finish, Fu Ye’s expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly reached out to cover Sang Biao’s mouth, but Sang Biao reacted extremely quickly and dodged, jumping to the corner of the bed.
Fu Ye missed him, and his hand was about to land on Xi Yu’s shoulder.
Xi Yu leaned backward to avoid it. He originally just didn’t want to be touched, but he hadn’t expected that Fu Ye, having lost his support, would fall completely forward.
Xi Yu was pinned down, leaning against the wall at the inner side of the bed.
Fu Ye’s head slammed heavily into his chest.
“Ouch…”
Xi Yu lowered his eyes and looked coldly at Fu Ye, who was as fragile as paper.
I didn’t even say it hurt, yet this guy who practically threw himself at me is complaining.
Fu Ye seemed to feel somewhat embarrassed as well. He braced himself against the bed and tried to get up.
“Sorry, I…”
“Xi Yu, I came to get my clothes.”
Fu Ye’s apology was interrupted. He instinctively turned his head to look.
Perhaps because he rarely found himself in such an awkward state, a faint flush appeared on Fu Ye’s cheeks, and he hurriedly got off Xi Yu.
From the moment Lu Zhixing lifted the bed curtains, Xi Yu’s gaze had already left Fu Ye. He looked at Lu Zhixing’s eyes, dark as stars reflected in a cold pool, without understanding what was wrong.
Lu Zhixing coldly watched Fu Ye’s retreating figure as he carried the cat away, then shifted his gaze back to the cool and indifferent Xi Yu.
For half the night, he had tossed and turned, afraid to come find Xi Yu.
He was afraid Xi Yu was still angry because of how aggressively he had acted that afternoon. He was also afraid that Xi Yu really did have lustful feelings toward that charm demon.
He had been anxious and uneasy, finally gathering up the courage to come find Xi Yu.
But what had he seen?
Another man, seemingly boneless, lying in Xi Yu’s arms with flushed cheeks.
In the middle of the night, their posture intimate.
Fu Ye struggled around on Xi Yu’s bed for quite a while before finally catching Sang Biao and pulling him into his arms. He glanced at Lu Zhixing, then finally looked at Xi Yu.
Holding down the squirming, shrieking Sang Biao, he said, “Sorry for disturbing you. I’m really sorry. It’s too late tonight. I’ll apologize properly to you tomorrow.”
“Human, save me! Human! This cat has fallen into the hands of a thief!”
“Stop it, stop it.” Fu Ye coaxed Sang Biao as he hurried away. “Tonight, you can…”
His voice gradually faded until it disappeared completely.
Xi Yu leaned against the bed. With a slight movement of his fingertips, Lu Zhixing’s luggage landed at his feet.
………………………….
After finally waiting for him to come, Xi Yu had originally intended to say a few gentle words and persuade him to stay the night.
He had already wasted too many opportunities before. Back then, he simply hadn’t understood anything. He had held the man in his arms yet done nothing.
Now that he understood his own feelings, he naturally wanted to do something.
But those slightly amorous thoughts scattered by more than half the moment he saw Lu Zhixing’s gloomy expression.
He’s still angry.
Just because of that charm demon?
Thinking about it now, Xi Yu felt that it was impossible. Lu Zhixing wasn’t someone blinded by lust. There was no way he would fall for that charm demon at first sight.
Then what exactly was he throwing a tantrum about?
Xi Yu thought for a moment before speaking.
“You tonight…”
Before Xi Yu could finish, he saw that Lu Zhixing had already picked up his luggage and left.
Before leaving, he even slammed the door shut, making a loud bang.
Xi Yu froze for a moment, then gave a disbelieving laugh.
“Getting out of hand.”
Zhi Yue had always been obedient and well-behaved, but his temper wasn’t small.
Usually, he loved making unreasonable demands. If Xi Yu ate half a flat peach and didn’t let him take a bite, he would get angry.
But now that he had become Lu Zhixing, he was refined and gentle. Xi Yu had never seen Lu Zhixing lose his temper before.
Lu Zhixing’s anger had come completely out of nowhere, and Xi Yu was provoked into anger as well.
He angrily pulled the blanket over himself.
It was already the latter half of the night, and Xi Yu was feeling sleepy. This time, he fell into a deep sleep without taking long.
Perhaps because his mood was bad, Xi Yu unusually began to dream.
In the dream, he was in the Lanxing Hall, pressing Zhi Yue down on the bed.
Zhi Yue said in terror that there were proper boundaries between master and disciple, but Xi Yu bit his lips as if he couldn’t hear him, saying all sorts of filthy things.
Zhi Yue’s cheeks had been flushed by him, and he had even revealed his beast form. His deep-purple snake tail hung over the side of the bed, every scale shimmering with light.
When Xi Yu had first rescued Zhi Yue, the little cub’s scales had been dull and lifeless. He had been severely lacking in spiritual power and malnourished, with wounds covering his body.
Xi Yu had spent an enormous amount of effort raising him until he became like this. When he was in snake form, his scales glittered brilliantly; in human form, he was as lovely as white jade and snow.
All of this was his achievement.
Zhi Yue should belong to him.
The frustration in Xi Yu’s chest was completely released in the dream. He held the man down and did whatever he pleased, repeatedly savoring those lips between his own, his palm…
Just as Xi Yu was about to completely devour the person in his dream, a pair of arms around his waist suddenly tightened more and more.
Still reluctant to leave the dream, he opened his eyes.
And saw the very person he had repeatedly forced in the dream standing right before him.
Xi Yu had only just woken up, and his mind hadn’t fully caught up yet. Thinking he was still dreaming, he raised a hand to pull the person into his arms, only for Lu Zhixing to grab his wrist.
Lu Zhixing’s grip was extremely tight. Xi Yu felt a faint pain, and he finally became completely awake.
He smiled and said, “Why are you…”
“Xi Yu, do you really like that kind of person?” Lu Zhixing asked coldly. “Do you even think about it in your dreams?”
Xi Yu froze and followed Lu Zhixing’s gaze downward.
Xi Yu’s sleeping clothes were thin, and the material was silk. When standing, they were loose, but now that he was lying down, they clung to his body, making his reaction impossible to hide.
Even Xi Yu, who considered himself completely shameless, felt somewhat embarrassed.
But he didn’t cover himself.
Lu Zhixing had already seen it, so what was the point of covering up now?
He had simply been having a sexual dream. So what?
Wasn’t he allowed to dream?
Xi Yu looked at Lu Zhixing nonchalantly. Perhaps because of the lingering influence of the dream, he now found Lu Zhixing’s cold expression particularly adorable.
He pulled his wrist out of Lu Zhixing’s grasp without saying anything and simply stared straight at him.
Seeing his silence, Lu Zhixing took it as confirmation.
In reality, Xi Yu had still been half-asleep at the time and hadn’t heard what Lu Zhixing had said clearly at all.
But Lu Zhixing didn’t know that.
He gritted his teeth.
“One in the afternoon and another at night. Do you really like those kinds of people that much?”
He had originally thought Xi Yu’s words about the charm demon stirring up his seven emotions and six desires had merely been something he said offhand.
Now, it seemed to be true.
He had even reacted so strongly in his dreams.
Apparently, he really liked that type.
The kind of person who looked as though a gust of wind could knock him over—did Xi Yu really like that?
Could that type really stir his heartstrings so easily?
Hearing Lu Zhixing, Xi Yu frowned slightly.
“What?”
One in the afternoon, one at night? Who had I said I liked? Didn’t I only like one person?
Xi Yu felt that Lu Zhixing had misunderstood something. But before he could think it through, Lu Zhixing began undoing his sleeping clothes as he spoke.
“If you like this kind, then I can do it too.”
As he spoke, Lu Zhixing’s hand had already climbed around Xi Yu’s neck. He buried his head against him and breathed against his neck.
To keep Xi Yu from becoming suspicious, he even found a perfectly respectable excuse.
“Rather than watching you be bewitched by those people and fall into danger, why don’t I offer myself to you?”
His hot breath spread beside Xi Yu’s ear, like a flame that set his blood boiling.
Xi Yu instinctively raised his hand and touched Lu Zhixing’s back. Somewhat uncertainly, he asked, “I… I like this kind?”
Lu Zhixing stepped back and looked at him. His eyelashes trembled, and even though he restrained himself, there was still accusation in his dark eyes.
“Don’t you?” Lu Zhixing said hoarsely. “You said it yourself. That charm demon stirred up your seven emotions and six desires. You like people who are delicate and pitiful, who meekly accept whatever happens to them, who are warm and soft in your arms. You even want to use me as a substitute. Then tonight, another man came crawling into your arms out of nowhere, and he was that same kind of man.”
Only then did Xi Yu remember that he had indeed said something like that that afternoon.
But those words had merely come out in the heat of the argument.
He had said them to refute Lu Zhixing’s claim that gods shouldn’t possess seven emotions and six desires.
“Don’t talk nonsense. The one tonight was the Holy Son. He came here to get Sang Biao. It was an accident. And when did I ever say I wanted to use you as a substitute?”
“This afternoon, on the bed in my room. You were angry that I threw that charm demon out, and you said he had stirred up your seven emotions and six desires and that you wanted me to relieve your desire. Wasn’t that telling me to become that charm demon’s substitute?”
Don’t make things up…
Back then, Xi Yu had clearly been angry that Lu Zhixing had been entangled with the charm demon without calling him. He had thought Lu Zhixing was angry because he liked having the charm demon throw himself at him.
And the matter of being a substitute had never existed at all!
As for relieving his desire—that part was true.
But hadn’t he simply been speaking without thinking because he was burning with jealousy?
Now it seemed Lu Zhixing had misunderstood everything.
Xi Yu’s heart softened. He wanted to say a few words to comfort Lu Zhixing and clear up the misunderstanding.
But then he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Lu Zhixing had said that if Xi Yu liked that type, he could be that type too because he didn’t want Xi Yu to be bewitched.
Lu Zhixing was afraid that Xi Yu would be bewitched, that he wouldn’t be able to protect himself and Luo Cheng’an, and that the two of them would be in danger.
So he had come here in the middle of the night to throw himself into Xi Yu’s arms…
Willing to offer himself…