At dusk, Jing Feirong held Chu Yanchuan’s hand and went to the highest peak of Yunzi Mountain to watch the sunset. The forest was deep, and the springs were gurgling. The two walked quietly for a long time. Jing Feirong finally couldn’t help it and said with a red face, “Dijun, why do you always look at me?”
Chu Yanchuan has been staring at him ever since he woke up, without hiding anything at all. Jing Feirong even felt shy because of his gaze.
“The Fifth Prince is handsome.” Chu Yanchuan replied.
After hearing this, Jing Feirong chuckled a few times, feeling quite embarrassed but also a little proud.
When they reached the cliff, the sunset glowed magnificently, and the evening breeze blew in. Jing Feirong carefully hugged Chu Yanchuan and pinched his collar for him, fearing that Dijun would catch a cold. Chu Yanchuan glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and pulled his collar open again, opening it even wider than before, revealing half of his collarbone.
“?” Jing Feirong hurriedly covered Dijun’s chest again. “Don’t let the wind blow, don’t let the wind blow, it will affect the recovery of the soul.”
Chu Yanchuan stopped moving and stared at him again. Jing Feirong avoided his gaze and said awkwardly, “Dijun, am I that good-looking…”
“En.” Chu Yanchuan nodded, put his arms around Jing Feirong’s neck, and kissed him without warning.
Jing Feirong stumbled two steps, almost falling off the cliff. After reacting, he hurriedly hugged Chu Yanchuan’s waist. The two of them pressed their lips together for a while, and Jing Feirong tentatively extended the tip of his tongue to lick it lightly. Dijun obediently opened his mouth and gently stroked the back of Jing Feirong’s neck. There was the fragrance of flowers in the wind. Jing Feirong closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling cool.
Chu Yanchuan touched the tears on Jing Feirong’s face and asked him, “Why is Your Highness crying again?”
Jing Feirong shook her head, buried his face in his shoulder, and choked up. “I’m just happy, Dijun, I’m very happy.”
“Are you poking me because you’re happy?” Chu Yanchuan asked him.
“……” Jing Feirong took a step back awkwardly, his face flushed, and he defended himself: “That’s what it’s like to be young.”
He hasn’t seen Dijun for more than 400 years. The Fifth Prince is young and energetic, so what’s wrong with getting hard? It would be abnormal if he wasn’t hard!
Unexpectedly, Chu Yanchuan took another step closer to him and asked softly, “Why does Your Highness always avoid me? Aren’t you my husband?”
Ever since he kissed Dijun that day and was exposed by Dijun himself in front of everyone, Jing Feirong has been traumatized and dares not casually kiss him anymore. He can only kiss Chu Yanchuan on the face when he is asleep—but he is also very happy this way, as long as he can look at Dijun, he is happy.
“I’m not avoiding, it’s just that Dijun has lost all your memories, and I was afraid you would feel offended.” Jing Feirong said aggrievedly.
Chu Yanchuan: “I won’t, being offended by my husband is not called an offense.”
Jing Feirong was startled, his throat moved, and he asked in a low voice, “Then what is that called?”
Chu Yanchuan thought about it seriously for a while and said, “It’s called appeal.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Feirong dragged him into the woods in a very “appealing” way, then pressed him under a tree in a very “appealing” way, and then blocked his mouth and kissed him in a very “appealing” way, until his eyes turned red. Jing Feirong’s hand slipped into Chu Yanchuan’s sleeve, caressing the soft skin on the inside of his arm. Chu Yanchuan panted impatiently and raised his head, and Jing Feirong kissed and bit his neck, leaving mottled marks. Their lower abdomens were pressed tightly together, and Jing Feirong’s head was buzzing. He was still trying to think: Can we have a field battle in the wild? Is this fine? It’s so cold in the woods, will Dijun catch a cold? What if he gets hit by a stone…
However, these thoughts soon flew out of the window. Jing Feirong touched Dijun’s waist and began to think about what posture would be better later.
“Your Highness…” Chu Yanchuan spoke softly.
“En?” Jing Feirong bit the emperor’s collarbone and took the time to respond vaguely.
“Soul…” Chu Yanchuan’s voice was so light that it seemed to fly away. “Soul, I can’t hold on any longer…”
Jing Feirong immediately raised his head, grabbed Chu Yanchuan’s waist, and used his other hand to feel his pulse. Fortunately, it was only his spirit that was a little weak, but his soul was still stable. He took a deep breath, resting his forehead on Chu Yanchuan’s shoulder, feeling very distressed—Dijun’s spirit was so fragile that he couldn’t even bear a more intense kiss.
“Let’s go back.” Jing Feirong hugged him, “Go back and have a good rest. I will pass on some spiritual power to Dijun.”
Chu Yanchuan asked, “What about the dragon spirit?”
Jing Feirong: “Ah?”
“You told me before that my soul was unstable, and it was you who gave me the dragon spirit. Is that not possible now?”
“Not possible ah!” Jing Feirong thought to himself, Dijun, you are about to faint even with a kiss. If you really want to pass the dragon spirit, you may never be able to get out of bed again, so can I still live? He shook his head desperately. “That one is impossible, Dijun, you should take care of yourself first, and we can talk about the dragon spirit later.”
“What about using the mouth?” Chu Yanchuan asked him.
Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, then he was tempted—it was indeed a relatively simple and effortless method, and it was the only way at the moment.
He would never admit that he, too, was tempted by the offer.
“Is it fine…” Jing Feirong was shy, like an innocent girl.
Chu Yanchuan didn’t say anything, he raised his head and kissed Jing Feirong on the lips, then kneeled down without hesitation. He didn’t really want any dragon spirits. Although his soul was weak, Jing Feirong was with him, so it would be fine. Dijun was just afraid that the Fifth Prince would feel uncomfortable. He heard that he hadn’t seen him for more than 400 years. For a dragon, it was really hard, both mentally and physically.
When going up the mountain, it was Jing Feirong who led Chu Yanchuan, and when going down the mountain, it was Dijun who led him down. Jing Feirong’s eyes were red, his face was red, his clothes were loose, his hair was messy, and the whole dragon was fascinated, and he would giggle from time to time.
He stared blankly at Chu Yanchuan’s profile, at his long eyelashes, at his nose bridge, at his mouth—ah, mouth, lips, tongue. Dijun had just used these to “force” him to hand over the dragon spirit, which made the dragon very embarrassed.
At night, Jing Feirong happily slept in the same bed with Dijun. The two chatted quietly for a while, and Jing Feirong suddenly remembered that his pacifier had fallen on Duanyi Mountain. He didn’t want Dijun to discover his shameful oral desire again, so he endured it and fell asleep, but he showed clues in his sleep—he kept smacking his lips, and he really wanted to bite something in his mouth. He held his finger in his mouth for a while, but felt it was not soft enough, so he spit it out again, humming with grievance.
Chu Yanchuan was awakened, stared at Jing Feirong for a while, and put his finger into his mouth. Jing Feirong held it in his mouth and sucked and sucked again. No, it was still not soft enough, he didn’t want this. He turned his head and spit out Chu Yanchuan’s finger, feeling very sad, his mouth drooped, and he was about to cry immediately. Chu Yanchuan hurriedly woke him up: “Your Highness.”
“Hmm…?” Jing Feirong opened his eyes hazily, thinking that something was wrong with Chu Yanchuan, and quickly sat up, drooling, and asked, “Is Dijun uncomfortable anywhere?”
Chu Yanchuan shook his head, pulled him back to the bed, and asked him face-to-face, “Your Highness, what are you looking for to eat?”
I was discovered again. That damn oral stage! Jing Feirong said in a muffled voice, “I want a pacifier…”
Chu Yanchuan wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and asked, “Is your highness’ oral desire period not over yet?”
“En.” Jing Feirong nodded. “Because not long after I was born, I… don’t have milk to drink anymore.”
“Ah, yes, Linyun told me that he was also resurrected ten years ago.” Chu Yanchuan asked again, “Besides the pacifier, what else can be used as a substitute?”
Moonlight streamed into the window, the bed curtains swayed slightly, and Jing Feirong stared at his face and replied, “Dijun would also let me suck your n*pples before.”
Although he only sucks them when doing it, but he has never held them in his mouth while sleeping before. While Dijun has lost his memory, he might as well encourage him and give it a try!
Chu Yanchuan was convinced. He nodded, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his bare chest. He raised his eyes and asked, “Does Your Highness want to suck now?”
Jing Feirong licked his lips, put his arms around Chu Yanchuan’s waist, leaned closer, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, “I want.”
Let’s just leave the pacifier in Duanyi Mountain. It probably won’t be needed in the future.
