He already said “it’s all up to you,” but Yun Cuo didn’t dare to move at all.
They had come out for seven days, and Xue Huai’s Thunder Calamity was still three days away from arriving to say the least.
Xue Huai had previously confessed to Yun Cuo about his past life and the cultivation level he had been hiding. Although he felt that Yun Cuo didn’t believe him and mostly regarded him as the one who secretly learned from behind everyone’s back, he still lay down and shouted, “This is the end of the line. When my Yindan ascends and the three big Thunder Calamity come down, I’ll lie down for at least ten and a half days. You don’t even think about touching me then.”
Yun Cuo leaned down beside him and hesitated for a long time before cautiously asking him, “Then I… can I—kiss your collarbone?”
“Sure.” Xue Huai said calmly.
Yun Cuo’s lips and tongue turned downward, and he kissed his collarbone in an orderly manner. He dared not cross the line—below the collarbone, he dared not even look at it. Xue Huai was wearing his nightgown, it was already loose, and it revealed his fair chest. This white color was so bright, making him restless.
Xue Huai was pinned down on the bed by him, watching him rubbing and sniffing him like some furry wolf, and he couldn’t help but want to laugh a bit.
Yun Cuo kisses him for a while before asking him again, “Xue Huai, can I… take off your clothes?”
His tone was too careful, and Xue Huai suppressed a smile and solemnly agreed. “You can.”
Yun Cuo is like a cook with no skill—not knowing how to bite on a fatty live fish on the chopping board. He blushed and looked at Xue Huai for a long time, and at last he stretched out his hand… and pushed Xue Huai’s sleeve up.
The smooth and slender arms with beautiful lines were exposed, and Yun Cuo followed and kissed them. It’s as if he would go crazy if he didn’t touch Xue Huai, licking his skin almost obsessively… but he couldn’t bear to leave any marks on it. His most violent action was just a gentle bite, leaving a few invisible, shallow marks.
Xue Huai began to feel itchy and wanted to laugh, but later the delicate and soft itching that crawled up from deep within his bones made him feel both hot and cold. When it was cold, he wanted to tightly penetrate into the arms of the person in front of him. And when it was hot, he wanted to completely reveal himself. Yun Cuo tirelessly touched his skin with the tips of his nose, lips, tongue, and cheeks. It’s as if it were not enough, he wanted his warm breath, so he reached up and cupped Yun Cuo’s face, asking him to kiss him.
Yun Cuo did as he was told. He picked him up and held him in front of him for delicate kisses. He clasped his hands around his waist, and unconsciously, he wanted to feel his way in, but he still didn’t forget to ask, “Xue Huai, can I…”
Xue Huai opened his hazy eyes to look at him, but suddenly changed his mind. “You can’t.”
Because of these two words, Yun Cuo hesitated for a moment, then let Xue Huai get a chance to slip away—Xue Huai turned back and stepped out of bed, adjusting his loose robes and messy hair. He turned back and reached out to Yun Cuo. “I thought about it for a moment, we should take a shower before we dual-cultivate, come over here.”
Suddenly interrupted, Yun Cuo felt a bit aggrieved, puzzled, and anxious. He didn’t know what he did wrong that Xue Huai wanted to leave—he didn’t want to look too impatient, so he obediently followed Xue Huai towards the nearby bathtub.
On the night they returned, they scrubbed the bathtub inside and out, unclogged and flooded, then sent the green bird to store and transport water. The fairy herbs, orchids, and petals, which were given as gifts and had not yet been used—now Xue Huai wrapped his robes tightly and poured them into the fountain pool expressionlessly.
He reached out his bare feet to probe the water temperature, then slowly stepped in. The sound of water swirled, then he turned to look at Yun Cuo. “Come down.”
His tone became not so nice, kind of like he was angry, carrying his usual cold and aloof Immortal Monarch-lime look with a very bad attitude.
But Yun Cuo knew that he wasn’t angry—it felt like something else was lurking beneath Xue Huai’s cold and tense face. Xue Huai stood in the water, the water swaying with petals submerged up to his calves—his black robe soaked in water, wet against his body, outlining the curves that could make one’s blood boil, causing Yun Cuo’s eyes to catch fire. The wind rose in his dark red demon eyes.
Yun Cuo said, “I don’t need to take a shower…”
“You come.” Xue Huai interrupted him: “I know you can use a purification spell, but I want you to come.”
Yun Cuo did whatever he said—he removed his outer robe and walked into the fountain pool wearing only his inner garment.
From shallow to deep. Xue Huai is like a fish, sometimes disappearing and sometimes floating in deep water. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his long hair drifting and wet, pressing against his forehead. The watery mist receded his sharpness into softness and cleanliness.
He swam over, reached out, and tugged at Yun Cuo’s clothes, throwing them on the shore. Yun Cuo was about to open his eyes wide and stop him when he saw Xue Huai smiling at him—
He tilted his head, his eyes curled, and the corners of his lips raised, then he showed a frivolous expression.
Xue Huai reached out and took off his outer robe, throwing it out with elegant and smooth movements. Then he leaned back in front of Yun Cuo—he’s not in the crimson petals—and slipped away to where he couldn’t see.
An unprecedented thirst swept through Yun Cuo’s body at this moment—he felt like he was going to burn up and die, even his bones would be burned to ashes at the look Xue Huai had just given him.
He hurriedly searched for him. He was worried that something would happen to Xue Huai if he were trapped underwater, so he called his name, “Xue Huai, Xue Huai?”
He made the sound of clattering water with every step he took, aimlessly searching for his scenic little immortal boy.
With a loud “splash,” a large snow-white splash suddenly burst out in front of him, along with nearby petals and orchids scattered because of the water flow. He pushed them away from the bottom of the water with a pair of hands, then grabbed one of Yun Cuo’s hands and pulled.
It’s Xue Huai.
He crouched underwater while holding his breath, like a child born in Hongmeng, looking up at him and making unreadable gestures at him. Yun Cuo was a bit surprised and was also at a loss. Immediately after, he felt Xue Huai pulling him deeper, signaling him to lean over slightly.
Yun Cuo did as he was told, and immediately his scalp exploded—
Xue Huai kissed up. He kneeled in front of him, holding his breath in the water and scratching the dust that had been constantly dragging him for decades. The ancient wood turned into jade, and the vast sea dried up into trapped soil. He comforted him gently and devoutly, with a hint of playfulness. He opened his eyes underwater and stared at him with a hazy gaze, asking for all his joy and happiness.
After an unknown amount of time, Xue Huai couldn’t hold his breath any longer. He kneeled at the bottom of the pool on both knees, looked up, and broke out of the water—taking a deep breath. Before he could take a few breaths, Yun Cuo roughly pulled him up, blocking his lips and tongue in a passionate kiss.
Xue Huai laughed and dodged him. “Do you want to suffocate me?”
He bent down and splashed water at him, mocking him harshly: “Young Immortal Lord, you don’t need to ask now. I said you can do anything, which means you can do anything. Now I have no clothes for you to take off.”
Xue Huai was so candid, sharp, and sweet. He passionately exposed himself completely in front of him. For the first time, Yun Cuo’s dangerous side also surpassed his rationality and gained the upper hand—it might as well be said that Xue Huai finally defeated him.
He no longer cared about Xue Huai’s feelings. For the first time, he completely abandoned the inferiority and cowardice he had had since childhood. Rather, like a real man would, with aggression. Go ahead and seize him.
The water splashed down, and Xue Huai only felt heavenly spinning. Yun Cuo tightly clasped his waist and pressed him against the shore of the pool.
He looked at Yun Cuo’s dangerous crimson eyes and whispered, “You are so good-looking. My Daoist partner is so good-looking.”
Yun Cuo said in a hoarse voice, “What else?”
“My man is really good-looking, he must be very powerful.” Xue Huai said. “I don’t know what he thinks of me, I shouldn’t be worse than him. What do you think?”
“What’s so powerful?” Yun Cuo’s brain was already burning beyond recognition, and he was almost following Xue Huai’s words based on intuition.
Xue Huai was trapped in front of him, clearly in a suppressed and immobile position, but he stretched calmly and blew softly in his ear. “In bed ah.”
He also learned a lot of vulgar language—Xue Huai is simply self-taught at provoking Yun Cuo. Sometimes he didn’t do anything, just standing there was enough to make Yun’s mouth dry and his lower abdomen tighten.
Soon he was silent—Yun Cuo, this brain-dead person can’t do anything. He had to break through during the war, and at this moment, he also had to confront him. Xue Huai was in pain and broke out in a cold sweat. It took them a long time to get used to each other.
Yun Cuo gasped for breath and asked him, “Xue Huai, can I move…”
Xue Huai felt so painful that he almost wanted to hit people: “Don’t move, surname Yun, don’t—” The latter half of his sentence was skewed in his throat, and he swallowed it in a muffled manner, almost losing his voice.
Yun Cuo, this liar!
He was still obedient before, politely asking him if he could do it or not, but at critical moments, he messed up again!
If he believes him again, then he doesn’t have a guilty conscience!
Yun Cuo hugged him, and Xue Huai almost scratched his back. He could only see the water mist in front of him and hear the sound of surging waves, and from the base of his ears to the tips of his toes, it was red. At first, it was painful, but then there was an overly stimulating experience—it was strange, it was as if his entire being had been re-broken and reorganized, allowing him to grow into a part of Yun Cuo.
He pressed him to the edge of the spring pool, and he heard the water fluttering for two rounds. Then, Xue Huai’s whole person was lifted up—the bed creaked and shook for three more rounds. Finally, Xue Huai was on the verge of crying and ordered him, in a hoarse voice, “Get off me! Yun Cuo!”
Unfortunately, his words were really not much of a deterrent at this point. Yun Cuo passionately kissed him, rubbed him, and pinched him, wanting to rub him into his arms and wishing that the two would grow together and never part.
Yun Cuo coaxed him: “Xue Huai, be good, Xue Huai ge, be obedient. It’ll be over in a minute. It doesn’t hurt. It will be better after I kiss you.”
“Kiss your ass—”
Yun Cuo pressed him onto the bed, pressed him against the wall, carried him to the window, or placed him on the ground, acting recklessly. Xue Huai didn’t have much strength to scold him later—it occurred to him, in the midst of chaos and extinguished pleasure, that it was no wonder everyone wanted a Daoist partner and dual-cultivation.
The joy was genuine.
Later, Yun Cuo finally stopped and carefully carried him to clean up. Then he carried him back to bed, tightly wrapping himself around him, rubbing his ears and temples.
Yun Cuo confided to him, “Xue Huai, there’s something we forgot. We forgot to run our cultivation.”
Xue Huai glared at him, “Oh, you’ve been aggrieved, Yun Shidi. Wasting such a good opportunity to cultivate and just focusing on enjoyment. You’re delaying your ascension to the 17th level of the Demon’s Path, aren’t you??”
Clearly, he is the one who is more miserable, from body to heart—he gives up his face to seduce him. No Daoist partner is as eager to seduce people as he is.
Yun Cuo should coax him.
“You’ve led me astray, Xue Huai.” Yun Cuo hugged him and buried his face on his shoulder. “You have… you have to teach me well, you can’t give up on me, you have to stay by my side forever.”
“……”
“You have to be responsible for me, Xue Huai.” Yun Cuo continued as he saw that he remained silent.
“……”
Xue Huai was so angry that he didn’t want to talk to him, so he flipped over and fell asleep on his own.
The author has something to say: Four-year-old Xue: This three-year-old Yun’s seems to be not very good. I will just throw him away.
Three-year-old Yun: quq
Four-year-old Xue: Forget it, he can still be used if I pat the dust off and wash him, so I’ll keep him in my pocket.
