His voice was deliberately soft and low, as if charged with an electric current. His enunciation was clear, and the current surged up Hen Zhen’s spine, making his scalp tingle with pleasure.
Hen Zhen…and all his “little brothers”, shivered at once.
They perked up to 110,000 percent.
He was so thirsty that even swallowing his saliva was extremely difficult.
[Hen Zhen love value +1]
“Ah Xue…”
Hen Zhen flipped over, bracing his hands on either side of Xin Hexue, caging the young man beneath him with his body.
He nuzzled the side of Xin Hexue’s face. “Since you’re not sleeping right now, instead of reading those extremely boring scriptures, why don’t we cultivate…”
With a wag of his dog tail, Xin Hexue immediately knew what he was thinking.
Xin Hexue’s eyelashes drooped slightly, and his gaze fell on the shadow of Hen Zhen’s little brothers. He frowned and bent his knee decisively, jabbing it into Hen Zhen’s injured waist. “If you’ve got this much energy, you’d be better off focusing on recovering.”
Hen Zhen hurt and felt great at the same time. He leaned closer to Xin Hexue’s ear, trying to explain, “Dual cultivation is an activity where spiritual power mutually replenishes and benefits both parties,
“Just once last night, and your spiritual power is already mostly replenished.”
“…”
Xin Hexue turned his head to glance at him, as if considering the suggestion.
“Please help me, my dear.”
Hen Zhen kissed the side of Xin Hexue’s ear.
No matter how Xin Huexue looked at it, he couldn’t rely on using blessings to solve problems every time something came up…it was far too wasteful.
As a koi demon, to ensure a smooth cultivation journey in the mortal world and keep spiritual power abundant, or blessings abundant, one of the two must be sufficient. But blessings were a non-renewable resource.
So, to handle all kinds of situations, having abundant spiritual power was clearly the more advantageous option.
However…
Xin Hexue noticed something. “Why are you calling me “my dear”?”
If he remembered correctly, back when he was pretending to have amnesia, Hen Zhen thought he was clever and lied to him, saying he was his husband, and that was when he used this nickname.
“‘My dear, I love you’.If I don’t call you that, who else do you want to hear it from?” Hen Zhen narrowed his phoenix eyes. “Are you thinking about Zhou Shanheng again?”
Xin Hexue: “…Stop talking nonsense.”
Xin Hexue: “Do it.”
Hen Zhen immediately shut up, and buried his head down with single-minded devotion.
………
A pair of slender white legs hung over Hen Zhen’s shoulders, the soft flesh at the top of the thighs tightening and trembling.
Hen Zhen lifted his head from between the snow white legs. His Adam’s apple rolled, and his snake tongue licked over his thin lips, drawing the wet liquid that had stained them earlier into his mouth.
Still in the expansion phase, Xin Hexue was already overly sensitive and had climaxed once already.
With his legs resting on Hen Zhen’s shoulders, his lower body was suspended midair, his waist lifted as the fulcrum. His chest rose and fell with rapid breathing. The white inner robe did little to conceal anything, and the two cherry-pink buds were half-visible, like flowers on a frosty treetop.
Hen Zhen’s voice was hoarse. “My dear, I want to…”
Xin Hexue let the hand covering his eyes fall. His eyes were faintly red at the corners, and he lifted his gaze to glance downward toward Hen Zhen’s abdomen…the shadow was dark and heavy.
He shifted his gaze away, tightened his jaw, and resolutely refused, “Don’t even think about it.”
Xin Hexue’s voice was slightly hoarse and moist. “If both go in, you’ll break me.”
Hen Zhen froze on the spot. It took several deep breaths for him to suppress the urge to explode like a demon combusting from within.
His gaze dropped to Xin Hexue’s flexible waist and abdomen.
The slight contours there rippled faintly, especially the mermaid lines, which trailed downward clearly.
Just moments ago, when the liquid gushed out wetly, that waist had tensed up and twitched in sensitivity.
‘So pitiful, so cute…’
Hen Zhen couldn’t help but lower his head and plant a kiss on that small navel.
“My dear, Ah Xue, do you think we’ll have a baby?”
Hen Zhen recalled that koi demons were oviparous.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the legs resting on his shoulders suddenly intertwined and locked around his neck.
With a loud “bang”, the world spun before Hen Zhen’s eyes as Xin Hexue threw him down onto the solid floor.
The young man gathered his thin robe, his bare legs crossed as he sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at him coldly. “Not doing it anymore.”
Hen Zhen climbed up from the floor and clung to Xin Hexue shamelessly. “I just spoke before thinking.”
Although koi demons were oviparous and didn’t need to carry offspring in the womb, unlike viviparous species and their hardships, Hen Zhen had never seriously wanted a child. Just thinking about it, he knew if a child appeared, Xin Hexue’s attention would definitely be divided. His own place in Xin Hexue’s heart might end up equal to that of a dog.
Besides, Xin Hexue clearly wasn’t willing to do this kind of thing.
There should be reproductive isolation between snakes and fish, right?
Xin Hexue frowned and suddenly remembered something important. He looked at Hen Zhen. “Did you clean up properly last night?”
He had already passed out by the end and hadn’t thought about this afterward at all.
Hen Zhen: “Mm, I cleaned up before carrying you to the bed.”
Xin Hexue lowered his eyes, then suddenly thought of something crucial, and his expression turned serious. “No, something’s wrong.”
Hen Zhen: “What’s wrong? I was very thorough. I couldn’t have missed anything.”
Xin Hexue met his gaze. “Did you take care of your shed skin?”
Xin Hexue wasn’t sure if Hen Zhen had left behind any lingering demon energy along the way. He had only done a basic clean-up of the blood traces. If Hen Zhen’s snake skin was in the hands of the monks from Taichu Temple, they could use the remaining demon energy to track them down.
After being reminded, Hen Zhen also realized the crux of the problem. But he had always been the kind who didn’t fear life or death, living was fine, dying was also fine, so he never had any counter-surveillance awareness at all.
Seeing the look on Xin Hexue’s face, for once, he didn’t dare mess around.
A dull knock came from the broken-down wooden door of the dilapidated temple.
Xin Hexue’s nerves tensed for a moment.
No one opened the door. Outside, Bu Jincheng raised his voice and called out, “Xin gongzi? Xin Hexue? Are you still there? I only heard tonight from the people of Taichu Temple that the snake crisis at Mount Buzhou was resolved, so I climbed over the wall from my relatives’ house in the capital to find you.”
Bu Jincheng: “Xin gongzi? Are you alright?”
Xin Hexue relaxed slightly.
He quickly straightened his clothes and glanced at the disheveled Hen Zhen. “Get in the cabinet.”
Hen Zhen: “Huh?”
He couldn’t believe it. “Why should I be the one to hide? He’s the one who should get lost!”
Xin Hexue looked at him in silence.
Hen Zhen: “Ah Xue, true love can’t be hidden. Even if I hide in the cabinet, that shameless mistress is definitely going to find me.”
Hen Zhen added, “He came knocking in the middle of the night to find a helpless widower, what kind of decent person does that?”
Hen Zhen continued, “And he keeps saying he’s a virgin. He’s probably faking it.”
Xin Hexue hadn’t expected Hen Zhen to know so much about his dealings with Bu Jincheng.
He even knew the offhand lie he had told to deceive Bu Jincheng, that his husband had died.
Xin Hexue frowned. “How do you know that? Were you spying on me?”
Hen Zhen smiled. “How can it be called spying if your lover is gazing at you with affection?”
Hen Zhen could even recite the “dead husband” story Xin Hexue had made up…
“A scholar from Jiangzhou, childhood friends, used to take good care of you, later grew cold and distant and, and vanished without a trace after the exams two years ago?”
Jiangzhou.
Zhou Shanheng was also from Jiangzhou.
Back then, Xin Hexue clearly hadn’t remembered, but even the lie he came up with had shadows of that poor scholar in it.
The red in Hen Zhen’s eyes surged, he really wanted to slice Zhou Shanheng into a thousand pieces.
But he didn’t show any of that. He only smiled and suggested, “Didn’t you already tell that Bu Jincheng you had a ‘dead husband’? Well, now he’s right in front of you, how about it?”
That way, Hen Zhen’s identity had an explanation, and he wouldn’t need to hide anymore.
Xin Hexue studied him.
Then he said to the true inspiration behind the “dead husband” story: [Gege, I think I’m about to remarry.]
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