Inspection?
What inspection? Surely it couldn’t be what he was thinking.
For a moment, Feng Xuan hoped he was overthinking it.
But then Qi Zhuoyu took his hand and, without room for argument, placed it somewhere specific.
Making it crystal clear.
He wasn’t overthinking it. This was exactly what Senior brother meant.
Feng Xuan: “…”
Feng Xuan felt as if his palm had been scalded, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
After a while, Feng Xuan finally spoke. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked very confused. “Why not?”
Why, you ask?
Just listen to yourself, would you?
How could he say such shameless things?
How was he managing to say such lewd things with such a straight face?
Was this some kind of special thick-skinned skill exclusive to big villains?
His heart was racing a bit. He felt the big devil’s flirting skills had been improving as rapidly as his cultivation lately. His Highness the Crown Prince truly suspected he had enrolled in some kind of speed-dating class in the demon realm.
Feng Xuan was almost stumped by his question, his voice choked up, “There’s no ‘why’ for this kind of thing.”
He paused, as if to encourage Qi Zhuoyu, and very cleverly changed the subject, laying on some flattery. “Besides, I believe in Senior brother’s abilities!”
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him for a moment, then smiled silently. “Is that so? It’s not that your Senior brother doesn’t trust his own abilities.”
He continued slowly. “It’s that I don’t trust Xiao Qi’s abilities.”
Feng Xuan: ?
What was with this guy? The conversation was going just fine, why the sudden personal attack?
Qi Zhuoyu’s words were subtle, but Feng Xuan understood.
And as soon as he understood, he felt a bit indignant.
Feng Xuan muttered. “My abilities aren’t that bad, are they?”
Qi Zhuoyu reacted as if he’d heard something hilarious, his expression even taking on a hint of absurdity. “Not bad?”
Judging by his look,
If he wasn’t considering Feng Xuan’s feelings, he might have burst into laughter right there on the bed.
“When you say ‘not bad’, are you referring to the time you nearly bit me off?” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly pinched Feng Xuan’s cheek.
Huh?
Which time?
The scene from Yingxu Palace immediately flashed through Feng Xuan’s mind.
It was when he had come up with that method to open Qi Zhuoyu’s sea of consciousness.
Oh boy.
He had thought the big devil pulled him up so quickly that time because he was worried Feng Xuan couldn’t handle it.
But it turned out it was because his technique was so poor?!
Feng Xuan suddenly felt a bit guilty, “Well, it wasn’t entirely my fault.”
He instinctively shifted the blame. “I think Senior brother was just too big.”
After all, he had no other points of comparison, not knowing what others were like.
But Qi Zhuoyu’s size was already visibly exaggerated, even without comparison.
After Feng Xuan finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly went quiet.
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him with a subtle, indescribable expression that made Feng Xuan’s back tingle.
It felt like the gaze of a predator that had locked onto its prey.
Raw and unmasked desire, his eyes deep and intense.
“Do you know what happens when you compliment a man’s size in bed?”
Feng Xuan’s animal instinct kicked in at that moment, and he silently pulled up the blanket to bury himself.
His muffled voice came from inside. “I don’t know. But I know someone thinks my technique is not good.”
Qi Zhuoyu laughed and relentlessly dug him out of the blanket. “You know your technique is poor and you can still sleep?”
The man’s voice was deep, with a very righteous tone. “Senior brother happens to be free, he can accompany you to practice a few more times.”
Feng Xuan: Don’t make it sound like it’s some kind of proper cultivation practice!
After Qi Zhuoyu finished speaking, he kissed him on the lips, his voice very low. “How about it?”
Feng Xuan felt his cheeks burning terribly, “Not how. I think you’re deliberately using your beauty to trick me.”
Beauty trick?
Qi Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow, as if hearing this for the first time.
But he quickly came to his senses, caught Feng Xuan’s wrist that was trying to stop him and kissed it. “Senior brother is using his beauty to trick you.”
Qi Zhuoyu laughed deeply, his chest vibrating. “So, have you fallen for it?”
…What a scheming man.
Feng Xuan felt his willpower wasn’t as good as he had imagined.
The aftereffects of Shenjiao were probably that when Qi Zhuoyu wanted him, he equally needed Qi Zhuoyu.
And after so many Shenjiaos, one more time wouldn’t make a difference.
Feng Xuan wasn’t so pretentious either. After a brief hesitation, he happily started to cooperate.
However, when Qi Zhuoyu kissed him, the expected feeling of entering his sea of consciousness didn’t appear.
Feng Xuan was kissed into a daze, feeling Qi Zhuoyu’s kiss deepen then become shallow, finally landing on the corner of his mouth, pressing down bit by bit.
Next, Feng Xuan felt his ankle being grabbed.
Not only that, Qi Zhuoyu’s other hand was on his bent knee.
He instinctively propped himself up, just meeting Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze.
Feng Xuan suddenly had a strange premonition, but before he could react, Qi Zhuoyu had already leaned down.
This was a new experience that surpassed even Shenjiao.
Feng Xuan immediately straightened his feet, and then curled his toes due to Qi Zhuoyu’s actions.
His feet were extremely well-formed, and due to rarely seeing sunlight, the skin on the top of his feet was as white as milk porcelain, with faint blue veins visible. As if taut from tension, his neatly trimmed nails and rounded, pink-white toes tinged with red almost tore the thin blanket on the bed.
Feng Xuan finally understood why the big devil said his technique was poor.
This… compared to Qi Zhuoyu’s, whose technique could be considered good?!
“Don’t twist,” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly spoke.
Feng Xuan hadn’t recovered yet, breathing heavily. Hearing this, he hurriedly sat up. “…I didn’t mean to.”
But as he sat up, he saw the mess on Qi Zhuoyu’s face, his lips very moist.
His face, already terribly red, now turned completely crimson from the neck up.
Feng Xuan hurriedly used his sleeve to help wipe his face, but ended up spreading it more evenly.
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him with a strange expression, as if he had just discovered this terrible habit of his.
Feng Xuan quickly explained. “…I didn’t!”
“I know you didn’t,” Qi Zhuoyu said, looking completely unconvinced, as he pulled Feng Xuan to sit in his lap, wanting to kiss him.
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment. Qi Zhuoyu laughed, “You’re disgusted by your own stuff.”
Feng Xuan: “.”
Qi Zhuoyu then, very much like an elementary school chicken, wiped all the stuff off his face and crudely smeared it on Feng Xuan’s lips.
Feng Xuan: “…”
Ah ah ah, dating such a straight man really shortens one’s life!!
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him for a while, then started laughing for some unknown reason.
After laughing enough, he pinched Feng Xuan’s waist and put him back on the bed to sleep. “Sleep now.”
Now he wanted him to sleep.
Feng Xuan really couldn’t sleep anymore.
He suddenly remembered what he felt when sitting in Qi Zhuoyu’s lap earlier.
After all, the big devil wasn’t Liuxia Hui, and after everything that had happened, it was normal for him to have a reaction.
(TL: “Liuxia Hui” is often used in our daily life to refer to a man who can remain calm even when a woman is sitting in his arms.)
He just didn’t expect that he wouldn’t deal with it at all.
As a man himself, Feng Xuan of course knew how uncomfortable it was to endure like that.
It couldn’t be because his technique was too poor.
The big devil would rather endure than let him help?
While lost in thought, Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze suddenly turned to him.
“Can’t sleep?”
Feng Xuan nodded honestly.
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice was flat. “Did I disturb you?”
He really seemed to think so.
He stood up, about to go sit on the beauty couch in the room.
Feng Xuan looked at him for a few seconds, as if gathering courage.
Then he grabbed a piece of Qi Zhuoyu’s sleeve. “It’s just. Senior brother.”
Qi Zhuoyu turned his head.
Feng Xuan spoke with difficulty. “Didn’t you say earlier to let me check the goods? Can I still check now?”
After he spoke, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him for a few seconds, then gripped his chin, “Feng Xuan.”
It was the first time the man had called his full name.
His tone carried a dominating and dangerous quality that made one want to submit.
“Did I give you some misconception that made you think Senior brother has the good temper to endure twice in one night?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
To be honest, it was already surprising that the big devil could endure once.
Feng Xuan answered honestly. “No.”
He added. “I just thought Senior brother taught quite well earlier.”
The youth’s tone even had a hint of eagerness. “So I feel I learned quite well.”
He paused, looking up at Qi Zhuoyu. “Senior brother. Don’t you want to check the teaching results?”
Feng Xuan didn’t know how the final result developed into this.
At the moment when Qi Zhuoyu pressed his shoulders and kissed him, Feng Xuan found he didn’t particularly resist.
Probably because he was prepared during their previous Shenjiaos.
He and Qi Zhuoyu were two normal adult men.
Moreover, they had confessed their feelings, and he felt he quite liked the big devil.
And it probably wasn’t just his narcissism, Qi Zhuoyu seemed to like him a lot too.
Most importantly, he had recently discovered.
Shenjiao alone was no longer enough to further repair Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit.
That feeling of unease and nervousness in his heart hadn’t been calmed by Shenjiao either.
He wanted to be with Qi Zhuoyu in a more profound way, to confirm his existence through a more intense method.
But Feng Xuan had thought everything through.
The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was…
Qi Zhuoyu in bed.
It’s damn too fierce.
Muffled thunder sounded above Zhujian Xiaozhu, as if brewing a world-ending storm.
Feng Xuan realized how gentle the previous Shenjiaos had been. Compared to those, Qi Zhuoyu’s movements now were almost like he wanted to devour him completely.
At first, when it just started raining lightly outside, Feng Xuan only felt the air was very humid, still within his tolerance.
Later, the raindrops falling on the ground became more terrifying, heavy rain washing over the courtyard of Zhujian Xiaozhu, water seemingly seeping into every corner of the room.
Eventually, he really couldn’t take it anymore.
