He angrily walked over to Lu Zhixing and yanked at his blanket. “I don’t believe you’re not in pain. What are you doing by refusing to let me help you?!”
As Xi Yu spoke, his alluring lips opened and closed, his crow-black hair framing his face. Looking down at Lu Zhixing, there was a sharpness to his expression.
He couldn’t hear anymore.
Lu Zhixing stared straight at Xi Yu.
Why couldn’t he hear anymore…
He could only see Xi Yu’s lips opening and closing, and smell the faint fragrance of pear blossoms on his body.
Lu Zhixing stared at Xi Yu’s anxious and worried expression, yet uncontrollably, unwillingness, pain, and desperation emerged in his eyes.
All kinds of negative emotions took the upper hand at this moment.
What he wanted, what he had thought about day and night.
And resentment, jealousy, even the desire to destroy.
All kinds of emotions intertwined, ultimately converging into hatred.
At this moment, under Xi Yu’s anxious and angry concern, all of his resentment emerged.
He hated Xi Yu for treating ‘Lu Zhixing’ so well.
Why?
Hadn’t he always only treated Zhiyi well?
In the past, he had clearly only treated him well. Why was he now looking at ‘Lu Zhixing’ with such a heartbroken and worried expression?
After a thousand years, had his Master already forgotten him?
Had he already forgotten him long ago?
Lu Zhixing’s gaze became cold and sinister, like a beast that had been starved to the extreme.
Xi Yu remained completely unaware. He turned his back to Lu Zhixing in anger and was still talking. “Didn’t I tell you that if you’re in pain, come find me? When did you learn this habit of hiding whenever you’re hurting?”
But Lu Zhixing stared at Xi Yu’s jade-white nape and quietly reached out his hand.
Xi Yu still didn’t know that Lu Zhixing could no longer hear him. After he finished speaking, he sighed, as though he had no idea what to do with Lu Zhixing. As he turned around, he said, “Clearly, in the past, even when you got a little cut on your hand, you would call your Ma—”
Xi Yu didn’t finish speaking.
The moment he turned around, his neck was suddenly grabbed, and immediately afterward, his entire body was pinned onto the bed.
Lu Zhixing’s burning-hot body pressed tightly against his. Xi Yu’s heartbeat suddenly skipped, and then an indescribable panic swept over him like a tidal wave.
With his neck being held, Xi Yu sneered. “You’ve got quite some nerve. Do you know who I am, Zh—”
Xi Yu’s words were interrupted once again.
The warm, soft sensation against his lips made his pupils abruptly widen. All of his senses converged in one place at this moment.
It made his scalp go numb, and he could barely react.
What was happening?
What was Lu Zhixing doing?
But taking advantage of Xi Yu’s stunned moment, Lu Zhixing pried open his teeth, his wet, soft tongue hooking around the tip of Xi Yu’s tongue.
Entwining.
Sucking.
Xi Yu was incredibly stiff, but at this moment, Lu Zhixing took his hand away from Xi Yu’s neck.
The person who had desperately refused to let him touch him just moments ago was now taking the initiative to interlock their fingers.
A faint pain came from his lips, and Xi Yu’s scalp instantly exploded with shock.
It seemed that only now did he realize what Lu Zhixing was doing.
Kissing him.
Lu Zhixing was actually kissing him!
Perhaps this could no longer be considered kissing. Saying he was biting him would be more appropriate.
Even though he had never kissed anyone before, Xi Yu could still sense Lu Zhixing’s clumsiness and recklessness.
His tongue hurt from being entangled, and Xi Yu instinctively tried to dodge.
That movement seemed to touch Lu Zhixing’s forbidden zone. The ferocious aura around his entire body surged violently, and he pulled Xi Yu’s hand above his head, gripping it even more tightly.
As if issuing a warning.
Xi Yu found it extremely difficult to understand what was happening before him. He even wondered if he was dreaming.
But if this was a dream, it was even more terrifying.
How could he possibly dream about doing something like this with Lu Zhixing?!
Xi Yu’s mind was in complete chaos, and even his breathing had been stolen away. He was already beginning to feel slightly suffocated.
He had never been this disheveled before, yet he couldn’t strike back. He couldn’t really hurt Lu Zhixing.
If this body was injured, the demonic aura would become even harder to control.
But even if it weren’t because of the demonic aura, he still couldn’t bear to let this body be hurt.
Xi Yu’s mind was a complete mess, like a lump of paste. He could only transmit spiritual power through their clasped hands, hoping that Lu Zhixing would regain consciousness a little faster.
What was this supposed to be?!
Xi Yu closed his eyes, truly unwilling to accept this scene, and could only pour his spiritual power into Lu Zhixing like a breached floodgate.
In his heart, he said:
Take it, take it, take it all.
Xi Yu’s face had become flushed from being unable to breathe. He felt that he was about to suffocate to death in the next second, yet Lu Zhixing suddenly released his lips.
Xi Yu’s eyes lit up, thinking that Lu Zhixing had regained consciousness.
But in the next second, fine, lingering kisses traveled from his chin down to his neck.
“Lu Zhixing!” Xi Yu cried out in alarm, his entire person thrown into indescribable panic. “Don’t kiss me… It tickles…”
Lu Zhixing couldn’t hear Xi Yu’s words. He could only follow his instincts. His wet, heated tongue sucked at Xi Yu’s neck, leaving one mottled mark after another.
Xi Yu clung tightly to Lu Zhixing’s hand, continuously transmitting spiritual power to him, praying that Lu Zhixing would wake up quickly.
But in the next second, his hand suddenly came up empty.
With a ripping sound, the soft fabric was completely torn apart, leaving half of his shoulder exposed.
Xi Yu was completely petrified.
Lu Zhixing’s lips were still moving downward.
Xi Yu’s heart pounded like thunder.
Lu Zhixing’s hand slipped inside Xi Yu’s clothes, and his slender, supple waist was like the finest silk.
Not enough.
It still wasn’t enough.
Lu Zhixing’s hand slid downward along his waist. Just as it was about to touch an even softer place, it was forcibly held down.
He raised his head in dissatisfaction, his eyes filled with crazed lust and pain, forcing the corners of his eyes to turn red.
Clearly, he looked violent and bloodthirsty, yet those reddened corners of his eyes added a trace of pitifulness.
Like a beautiful little cat panting softly, clearly resisting everyone’s approach, yet its eyes seemed almost accusatory, as if blaming Xi Yu for not touching him.
This is going to kill me, Xi Yu thought.
……………….
The two remained locked in a stalemate for several seconds.
Lu Zhixing’s eyes became cold and dark. As if impatient, he gave Xi Yu’s waist a hard squeeze.
The side of his waist was already sensitive. Xi Yu was both in pain and ticklish. There was a brief struggle in his eyes as he looked at Lu Zhixing, but very quickly, he seemed to resign himself and released his hand.
He bit through his own lip, grabbed Lu Zhixing by the hair, and pulled him down.
Unlike the kiss just now, which carried the fragrance of pear blossoms, the bloody sweetness of blood spread between their lips and teeth this time.
Xi Yu closed his eyes and used the tip of his tongue to send the blood into Lu Zhixing’s mouth.
There was a brief daze in Lu Zhixing’s eyes, but very quickly, he took control again.
Like a puppy whose affection had finally been returned, his entire body began to tremble unconsciously.
He kissed Xi Yu urgently and fiercely, like a celebration before death.
Lu Zhixing’s breath was burning hot. Xi Yu’s eyelashes trembled as he kept his eyes tightly closed.
The two people’s breaths intertwined, their bodies pressed closely together.
Xi Yu could even feel something very hot…
His entire body was tense as he continuously hypnotized himself.
A method.
This was merely a method to make Lu Zhixing regain consciousness.
His blood was faster than transferring spiritual power.
Xi Yu kept hypnotizing himself in his heart, but the movement of their lips and teeth, along with the sounds produced by their intertwining, made him wonder why the room was so quiet.
It would be better if it were noisier.
The tips of Xi Yu’s ears were so red they looked as if they could drip water. His heartbeat was like a stopwatch counting down, almost leaping out of his chest.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when Xi Yu suddenly felt the body pressing on top of him stiffen.
The lips that had been sucking on his tongue until it hurt also suddenly stopped.
Xi Yu opened his eyes and met a pair of wet, pitch-black pupils, the daze and confusion within them clearly visible.
Xi Yu then lowered his eyes and saw the deep-red veins on Lu Zhixing’s body slowly turn black before finally disappearing, revealing fair skin and flesh.
He confirmed that Lu Zhixing’s demonic aura had been suppressed.
Xi Yu abruptly pushed Lu Zhixing away and used his hands to cover the already-torn shirt that could no longer conceal his shoulder.
Lu Zhixing was pushed onto the bed. He stared blankly at Xi Yu, as if he didn’t understand what had happened.
Xi Yu clutched his collar. His lips were red and swollen, moist and glistening. Large patches of red marks spread along his slender neck, extending to his collarbone and shoulder, which the shirt could no longer cover, clearly showing how someone had treated this body not long ago.
Lu Zhixing’s pupils contracted.
His pale fingertips clenched the bedsheet, squeezing out wrinkle after wrinkle.
Everything that had just happened surfaced clearly in his mind.
His reason had been out of control, but his memories had not disappeared.
What had he done?!
He had kissed Xi Yu’s lips, sucked on his neck, lightly bitten his collarbone, and even touched his waist.
Lu Zhixing’s voice trembled. His mind raced as he tried to think of how to explain it.
“I…”
But Xi Yu didn’t listen to him. He hurriedly waved his hand.
“Get some proper rest. I’m leaving first.”
With that, Xi Yu didn’t wait for Lu Zhixing’s response and suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
Lu Zhixing raised his hand, but he couldn’t even catch a corner of Xi Yu’s clothes.
In an instant, Lu Zhixing felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
It was over.
Everything was over.
He had actually committed such an outrageous and disrespectful act against his Master.
All those filthy, dark, unspeakable desires had been completely exposed before his Master’s eyes when the demonic aura had gone out of control.
There was still the smell of blood and pear blossoms lingering in his mouth, yet Lu Zhixing’s heart had almost stopped beating.
He still remembered that his Master had taken the initiative to kiss him back just now.
But that wasn’t a kiss.
It was because his Master couldn’t bring himself to strike him, and was afraid that if the host body were injured, the demonic aura would become stronger. It had been a last resort.
Using his blood to suppress the demonic aura.
Lu Zhixing raised his hand and touched his own lips, despair overflowing from his eyes.
His Master would never forgive him.
Those people who had offered themselves to his Master had all been gradually distanced by him one after another.
And now, he was Lu Zhixing. The only reason his Master had paid him extra attention all along was because he relied on this body that carried the demonic aura.
But now he had violated his Master’s taboo.
His Master would never forgive him.
The last time his demonic aura had been unstable, it had been nowhere near as serious as this time, yet his Master had still stayed with him for several consecutive days.
But now, his Master had left so decisively, not even willing to look at him one more time.