“Ah Shuo,” Mi Dao decided to rescue himself from the predicament of being overwhelmed by beauty.
He looked at Wei Yaoshuo, his eyes hinting at a glimmer of expectation, “Do you know about what happened on Lingyun Peak?”
Wei Yaoshuo’s motion to lift the tea cup clearly paused for a moment. He didn’t respond immediately but instead set the water down, walked to the edge of the bed, and sat down, his warm smile still in place. “The sect leader is unaware; you should drink some water first, Shixiong.”
Seeing Mi Dao take the tea cup, Wei Yaoshuo reached out towards Mi Dao’s lips, his thumb gently brushing against them in a way that was soft yet somehow firm, leaving no room for rejection. He smiled gently, “Look, Shixiong, your lips are dry.”
Mi Dao was taken aback.
His face flushed, “System, do you think he’s flirting with me?”
The system was silent for a moment before sending an emoji. “You’re so bold.jpg.”
Mi Dao: “……”
He lowered his head and obediently took a few sips of water, pausing for a moment before saying, “So… has Shixiong returned to the mountain?”
Wei Yaoshuo’s smile faded slightly as he replied, “Yes.”
“In that case, Ah Shuo, take me there—no, it’s better not to trouble you.”
Mi Dao set down the tea cup. “I’m feeling much better now; I can go find him myself.”
As he spoke, he propped himself up, intending to get out of bed.
The smile had vanished from Wei Yaoshuo’s eyes as he sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze lowered. “Why does Shixiong want to see him?”
Mi Dao paused.
His expression gradually softened, a hint of longing and sadness in his eyes, along with a touch of resolve. “I… harmed your family, harmed Yiling, and harmed the disciples of countless sects— I should have understood that I’m on a different path from you all…”
The system silently pulled out some sunflower seeds.
Mi Dao thought for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, sincere and filled with regret, “I probably shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have hidden my identity and joined the sect based on youthful impulsiveness—if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this…”
Hearing these words, Wei Yaoshuo’s expression darkened. His throat tightened, as if suppressing something, “What if… he wants your life?”
“Yes, even if he wants my life…” Mi Dao forced a bitter smile, his voice hoarse, “I know… I know it all. He loves Yiling… I just don’t want to see him sad again…”
Wei Yaoshuo said nothing more.
Mi Dao paused again, his words carrying a sense of desperation, yet oddly feeling like he had found a willing resolution.
“I will repay these debts.”
As soon as he spoke, an eerie silence filled the room.
System: “……”
Mi Dao raised an eyebrow, “What do you think?”
System: “666*.”
*T/N: Chinese slang for cool/ amazing
Mi Dao’s face lit up with pride. “Hmph.”
After a long while, Mi Dao took a deep breath and forced a light laugh. “Alright! Let’s not talk about this anymore… Ah Shuo, thank you for saving me.”
He propped himself up, patted Wei Yaoshuo on the shoulder, and sighed, “Ah Shuo, you’re my good junior brother, always will be—let’s part ways here.”
With that, Mi Dao slowly walked toward the door, his frail figure wrapped in thin sleepwear looking as if it might collapse at any moment, as if a gust of wind could scatter him.
Just as Mi Dao raised his hand to push the door open, a gust of wind swept in, and Wei Yaoshuo’s presence flashed behind him.
Wei Yaoshuo forcefully grabbed Mi Dao’s arm, turning him around and pressing him heavily against the door.
“Ah Shuo?!”
Mi Dao exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise, as Wei Yaoshuo leaned down, obscuring his expression.
Mi Dao swallowed, shifting his arm. “…Ah Shuo, what are you doing?”
Wei Yaoshuo paused for a moment, then raised his head to look at Mi Dao.
He curled his lips into a smile, a chill like the night breeze emanating from him. He was clearly smiling, yet the grip of his fingers was unyielding.
“Part ways like this? What are you saying, Shixiong?” His voice was gentle, so gentle it seemed to drip with water.
“Ah Shuo has waited for you for ten years. Now that you’ve finally returned, how could Ah Shuo bear to let you leave like this?”
What the heck?! System, what’s going on here?!
System: “……”
It also wants to know.
Mi Dao was stunned, his wrists pinned to the door by Wei Yaoshuo’s single hand, unable to move.
“Ah Shuo! Let’s talk this out! You need to let me go first!”
Wei Yaoshuo seemed completely oblivious to Mi Dao’s resistance and struggle, smiling as he said, “How could Shixiong be so good to me, and I just watch him walk into danger?”
Mi Dao thought to himself: I’ll be in danger myself if I don’t get out of this!
Unable to break free, Mi Dao glared at Wei Yaoshuo, gritting his teeth. “What do you want?! Let me go!”
Seeing Mi Dao’s embarrassed and angry expression, Wei Yaoshuo smiled even more, seeming very pleased with Mi Dao’s helplessness.
“Shixiong, I know the person in your heart isn’t me; I also know that you would give up your life for him— but I don’t care, I only care about you, Shixiong.”
Mi Dao: “!”
As he spoke, Wei Yaoshuo opened his robe, revealing a jagged scar starting from his collarbone, like a strong tree root piercing down to his waist.
He grasped Mi Dao’s chin, forcing him to look. “Do you still remember this scar?”
Mi Dao’s heart was racing.
Of course he remembered! How could he possibly forget?!
Years ago, shortly after joining the Sun Heaven Sect, he saw young Wei Yaoshuo being bullied by older brothers and pushed into a dangerous forbidden zone.
At that time, Mi Dao thought that if this child could become the protagonist’s right-hand man, it would help avoid many troublesome routes; besides, he genuinely favored this character and couldn’t bear to see Wei Yaoshuo die, so he impulsively stepped in to save him…
Saved him…
Saved…
What the heck?!
How could he have forgotten that! It was the key moment that triggered Wei Yaoshuo’s obsessive route!
Wei Yaoshuo’s face loomed larger in Mi Dao’s eyes.
“When I was ten, it was you who saved me.”
Wei Yaoshuo bit his earlobe, his hoarse voice like a knife, etching the words deeply into Mi Dao’s bones.
“From that day on, my life is yours.”
With that, he leaned in to kiss him.
System: “Ding! R-18 plot triggered. According to system detection, the host is 27 years old, in good health, and meets the conditions to unlock this plot—Ding! Significant emotional fluctuations detected in the host. If this plot is not desired, the host may choose to skip.”
Mi Dao trembled and asked, “System, I just want to confirm one thing… it was he who forced me, so this doesn’t count as me breaking character, right?”
System: “Yes, as long as the host firmly maintains Ye Wushang’s tragic persona.”
Mi Dao: “Then why skip? Bring it on!”
System: “……”
