Chapter 42: The Sect Leader Will Kill Me
“Shi-Shi-Shizun…” The originally solemn expression on Feng Shi’s face changed, and he turned his head to smile brighter than a flower.
Shen Songhe sat on the soft couch, half-baring his shoulder to apply medicine to a wound. Seeing Feng Shi, his expression froze. He reached out to pull his clothes up properly, his voice cold with anger: “What are you doing here?”
Feng Shi shivered and bowed to pay respects. He didn’t hide it, saying he was looking for a white crane he had seen here before, and finding it missing, he came looking out of desperation.
Hearing him say this, Shen Songhe’s face looked even worse.
He returned shortly after Feng Shi left, so he wasn’t affected by the Twin Red pollen.
However, if not for Feng Shi planting some random Twin Red in the mountains, there wouldn’t be spirit beasts coming to court outside his yard every day!
“Haven’t seen it.” Shen Songhe moved his gaze away indifferently.
The question he wanted to ask before already had an answer, so there was no need to stay by Feng Shi’s side anymore.
The damage caused by the heavenly lightning had mostly recovered. Shen Songhe regained his human form, planning to go into seclusion for some time. After thinking, he patiently instructed Feng Shi: “Clean up your herbs and spirit beasts. Don’t come up to disturb me. If you understand, you may leave.”
Feng Shi hadn’t expected Shen Songhe to be out of seclusion already. Running into him suddenly, he was worrying about how to handle it. Fortunately, Shen Songhe didn’t intend to haggle with him, which was great.
Feng Shi assented and stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, the hem of the clothes he wore was too long. He accidentally stepped on it and tripped.
Seeing himself about to pounce toward Shen Songhe on the couch, Feng Shi’s eyes turned red with anxiety. He forcefully executed a sharp pirouette to turn the situation around, falling in another direction.
“Phew…”
Fortunately…
Feng Shi lay on the ground, exhaling deeply, rejoicing in his wit. After slowing down a bit, he climbed up from the ground.
Casually patting the dust off his clothes, Feng Shi looked up prepared to apologize, but was startled to find Shen Songhe’s state seemed a bit wrong.
On the soft couch, a flush appeared on the beauty’s snow-white cheeks. His narrow eyes were red and moist, vermilion lips slightly parted, exhaling breath as he frowned at Feng Shi: “You…”
While speaking, Feng Shi could even see a segment of his red, tender tongue tip gently pressing against his snow-white lower teeth.
Damn!
History is always strikingly similar!
Feng Shi’s throat rolled. He felt his nose getting hot, but when he raised his hand to wipe, there was nothing.
“You…”
Shen Songhe felt his body go soft, also sensing something wrong with his state.
He moved his nose, suddenly smelling a familiar scent in the air.
It was the fragrance of the Twin Red!
And the source of this fragrance was none other than Feng Shi!
Just now, Feng Shi hurriedly disposed of that Twin Red, staining his sleeves with a lot of pollen. With that pounce just now, the pollen was all shaken off!
Feng Shi also realized it seemed to be his problem. He hurriedly took off his outer shirt and threw it out the nearest window, explaining repeatedly: “Shizun, I didn’t mean it! I just handled it too hastily just now and accidentally got stained!”
Because he had a criminal record, Feng Shi was terrified the other party wouldn’t believe him, and afraid of falling into the situation he was in when he first arrived.
Shen Songhe endured the discomfort, took the tea on the small table in front of the couch, and drank it in one gulp. But this warm tea couldn’t quench the fire in his body at all; instead, it fueled it to burn even hotter.
Feng Shi saw Shen Songhe’s figure swaying and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
The effect of Twin Red had no antidote; one either followed instincts or endured it.
Shen Songhe didn’t inhale much pollen. Usually, he only needed to use spiritual power to suppress it, but now recovering from a serious illness, he couldn’t use his full strength.
Dodging Feng Shi’s extended hand, Shen Songhe fell back onto the couch, clothes mostly loosened. Because of the drug’s effect, even his chest revealed a thin red flush.
Feng Shi shook his head, discarding a series of erotic scenes from the original novel in his mind, and turned to pour him another cup of water.
As long as some time passed, the drug’s effect would naturally pass. He would apologize properly to Shen Songhe then.
Feng Shi comforted himself.
Just don’t let that guy Qiu Changzhou know…
But who would have thought, God loved to play tricks. People get exactly what they fear.
Just in the time Feng Shi took to pour water, the sound of another person’s footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard, and not long after, a knock sounded.
Qiu Changzhou’s deep voice came through the wooden door: “Junior Brother, are you inside?”
Feng Shi’s hand pouring water shook, spilling all the boiling hot water onto the back of his hand. It hurt so much he bared his teeth, but he suppressed his voice, daring not to scream, blowing on the back of his hand with red eyes.
When the knock sounded again, Feng Shi woke up as if from a dream, subconsciously looking at the disheveled Shen Songhe on the couch.
Finished! Feng Shi thought.
If Qiu Changzhou sees this, he’ll skin me alive!
Just thinking of this scene, Feng Shi’s skin went numb. Without thinking, he rushed to the couch and tightly covered Shen Songhe’s mouth.
“Shizun, good Shizun, I beg you, don’t make a sound! The Sect Leader will kill me!” Feng Shi disregarded the injury on his hand, using both hands and feet to pin Shen Songhe down, begging in his ear.
Shen Songhe’s eyes burned with anger. He struggled twice, and the two swapped positions.
Shen Songhe was on top, pressing down Feng Shi’s disorderly hands and feet, but Feng Shi’s hand was still forcefully covering his mouth.
There was quite a lot of residual pollen on his hand. Shen Songhe was unprepared and inhaled a mouthful, instantly feeling even worse, his consciousness beginning to blur slightly.
Outside the door, Qiu Changzhou said he clearly received a request from his Junior Brother to chat after coming out of seclusion, but no one answered when he called, so he was puzzled.
So he knocked again, raising his voice: “Junior Brother, it’s me!”
Feng Shi’s heart contracted with every knock.
Qiu Changzhou: “If you don’t answer, I’m coming in?”
Feng Shi panicked. Seeing he was really about to come in, he suddenly sprang up. With strength from unknown origins, he hugged Shen Songhe by the waist and rushed into the wardrobe beside them in a few steps.
Shen Songhe, beautiful as he was, was ultimately a man—a man taller and heavier than Feng Shi. So Feng Shi’s explosive hug almost flashed his old back.
The space inside the wardrobe was narrow, but there were few clothes inside. Although accommodating two people was tight, it was sufficient.
A quiet, dim, cramped wardrobe, left with only Shen Songhe’s heavy breathing and Feng Shi’s accelerated heartbeat.
Outside the door, Qiu Changzhou lingered for a moment but ultimately didn’t enter.
Shen Songhe usually disliked others entering his room without permission, even his Senior Brother, so he could only leave first.
Inside the wardrobe, Feng Shi was turning his ear to listen carefully to the movement outside, when his neck suddenly itched unexpectedly.
Feng Shi looked down in horror.
Directly meeting his bright and benevolent, high and unreachable Shizun!
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