Chapter 61: What To Do?
Bai Xuci only felt his body burning, unable to summon any strength.
His consciousness was also growing hazy.
“Mmph…” A whimper mixed with a sob.
Lips and teeth entangled, grinding and licking.
Occasionally, ambiguous sounds escaped.
After a long while—
Bai Xuci felt as if he were sinking to the bottom of a lake, his consciousness fading, his awareness of the outside world growing dim.
His eyelashes drooped, eyes half-closed.
“Nn…”
The kiss deepened brutally, arching his waist down another degree.
However, it didn’t seem so hard to accept anymore.
Bai Xuci’s eyelashes fluttered. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers twitching twice.
His small tongue probed out.
The person before him instantly stiffened.
Seemingly recovering some strength, Bai Xuci recklessly pulled his wrist free, stopping the transfer of spiritual energy.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around Fan Yue’s shoulders.
Responding like a small animal.
Lick, lick.
Mmm, comfortable.
Fan Yue stopped suddenly. Familiar memories began to slowly replay, and the red in his eyes began to fade.
The skin of the person in his arms was still burning hot.
He pinched the back of the neck, separating them temporarily.
He grabbed the slender wrists clinging to his shoulders, frowning as he inspected them.
The dantian was fine. The spiritual roots were repairing.
Where exactly is the problem…
“Wuwuwu.” A cry that wasn’t exactly quiet.
Fan Yue immediately let go, thinking he had hurt him, and pulled him back into his embrace.
But the moment the little creature in his arms regained “freedom” for his hands, the crying stopped instantly, and he clung back on.
He tilted his head up.
Pressed against the lips.
Touching the wound, Bai Xuci’s eyes curved slightly, and he nibbled on it.
But the blood no longer held the same attraction as before. His small tongue only tasted it a few times before shifting targets.
He wanted to kiss deeper inside.
But because Fan Yue was too tall, even sitting face-to-face, Bai Xuci had to crane his neck.
“Mmph… can’t… can’t reach.”
His eyes filled with tears again, as if someone had flipped a switch.
Fan Yue bent forward, not intending to make him struggle, and easily pried open the other’s jaw first.
He directly swept up that mischievous little tongue.
“Nn…” A satisfied murmur.
Two slender wrists hung on, tirelessly pulling him down.
Closer.
Mine, mine.
Hair was scattered all over the bed. His eyelashes remained wet, and due to the “crying” just now, droplets still hung from them.
“Nn… haa… kiss…”
He was clearly running out of breath, yet he still lifted his chin to press closer.
Fan Yue suppressed the dark emotions in his eyes, pinning those two wandering hands with one hand and binding them above Bai Xuci’s head.
“Eh?” A very, very small sound of confusion.
With red-rimmed eyes shrouded in mist, he looked up in bewilderment.
He didn’t seem to understand why his hands were pinned.
He tugged, but couldn’t break free.
The corners of his mouth turned down, and tears instantly spilled over.
“Wuwuwu… let, let go.”
Fan Yue felt something was wrong. This wasn’t rejection; he had already fed him blood.
The dantian was fine.
Spiritual energy was fine.
He raised a hand to form a communication seal, intending to ask clearly.
But just then, Fan Yue felt a wet sensation and a slight sting on his forearm.
He looked down.
He met a pair of ruby eyes, full of innocence.
The skin was bitten, seeping a little blood.
Bai Xuci instinctively stuck out his small tongue to lick it.
Fan Yue’s expression changed instantly, his Adam’s apple rolling.
He released the other’s wrists and stood by the bed, the sensation lingering on his forearm.
[Fu Lin…] Brows furrowed tight, he sent a mental transmission.
At that moment, the creature on the bed moved his wrists, realizing they could move again.
He instantly felt a bit happier.
Bai Xuci sat up, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his cheeks unusually flushed.
He stared straight at the back in front of him.
He raised his hand, wanting to lean forward.
But because the clothes were too loose, Bai Xuci was pinning them down with his own legs without realizing it.
His body swayed, nearly tripping over.
“Haa…” A soft pant.
Fan Yue was currently frowning deeply, unable to suppress the irritation on his face, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
[Is there something wrong with his body again?]
Fu Lin was currently drinking on a mountaintop. He had just asked his little medicine boy to prepare the wine table when the transmission arrived.
He hadn’t even taken a sip, terrified.
[Not exactly…] Fu Lin stammered, unsure how to phrase it.
Does he really need me to guide him on this kind of thing?
The little creature behind on the bed was currently sitting obediently, burying his head to untie his clothes.
Throwing them off layer by layer, looking very happy.
Making rustling sounds.
But because Fan Yue was entirely immersed in the anxiety that something was wrong with Bai Xuci again, he didn’t hear it at all.
[However, My Lord, have you temporarily recovered?] Fu Lin suddenly realized, getting a bit excited.
Did the influence of the Blood Moon decrease? That would be a good thing—
[No. If you do not answer, This Lord will go and kill you right now.] His tone was indifferent, but it didn’t sound like a bluff.
Fu Lin almost coughed up blood, nervous beyond belief.
He had to stammer out the truth:
[My Lord, he’s fine… He’s just, just in heat. It’s a normal phenomenon. Don’t… don’t small animals all have to pass this stage?]
He stuttered more and more.
How does our Lord not even understand this?
Fan Yue tilted his head slightly.
[But he is still small.]
Fu Lin pursed his lips, offering a friendly reminder: [Rabbits reach adulthood… generally at six months… He is a demon.]
[Just venting it out will be fine,] he added.
Although Fan Yue’s expression returned to normal, he didn’t completely relax. He spoke in a low voice:
[But he is not lucid right now.]
Hearing this, Fu Lin frowned, puzzled. Being in heat was a normal physiological reaction; logically, there shouldn’t be symptoms of delirium.
[Was there a rejection reaction earlier?]
The little one on the bed was making good progress, having stripped off his outer robes completely.
He looked at his feet; the white boots were worn very properly.
Bai Xuci blinked, staring ahead.
He felt they were in the way.
After listening, Fu Lin relaxed his brows, deciding there was no issue.
[Oh, then it’s fine. He was just stimulated by external factors, but he seemed due for his heat anyway…]
[Just vent it out. It’s best to dual cultivate directly; that way is better—] Fu Lin spoke so smoothly, his expression calm, until he realized at the last second and slammed on the brakes.
Uhhhhh, this doesn’t seem to be my business to manage…
[This Lord understands.] Fan Yue prepared to dissolve the seal.
But Fu Lin, struck by a sudden mother-hen mentality, added one last sentence:
[But his spiritual body hasn’t healed yet, so it’s best to be gentle—]
The communication seal dissolved.
Uh, hope everything goes smoothly.
Thud! (Paji!)
A pair of white boots were kicked flying, hitting a pillar squarely and making quite a noise.
Fan Yue frowned slightly, worried.
Just as he was about to turn around—
A soft body pressed up against him, hanging onto his waist just like that.
“Nn… want… want…”
Mumbled, indistinct murmurs. He couldn’t say clearly what he wanted, only that he felt uncomfortable.
His body was scorching hot; every breath he exhaled was heated.
Fan Yue’s body instantly tensed, not moving a muscle.
Slender hands touched here and there, tugging and pulling unconsciously, possessing a childish temperament.
Bai Xuci’s eyes quickly misted over again. Realizing the other wasn’t paying attention to him, he started throwing a tantrum.
“Wuwu…”
His hand grabbed something blindly and yanked hard.
The black sash fell away.
Fan Yue’s eyes changed completely. He turned, swept the person up by the waist, pushed him onto the bed, and kissed him.
“Mmph, nn… hng…”
The tears around his eyes were kissed away, and his silver-white lashes fluttered.
His small tongue hooked back and forth, trying to seize the initiative, but every time it was bullied thoroughly.
He could only make whimpering sounds.
The hands hanging around Fan Yue’s neck weren’t idle either, trying hard to pull, claw, and scratch.
Even leaving a few red marks.
Bai Xuci felt the kiss wasn’t enough. He tried hard to lean forward, arching his body even though they were already pressed together.
Very innocent.
Fan Yue broke the kiss, sliding down to the other’s pale shoulder.
He kissed it.
“Nn…” An involuntary moan.
With a hook of his distinct knuckles, he pulled up the quilt, wrapping the creature in his arms a bit.
What if he catches a cold?
He had completely forgotten the creature in his arms was a demon.
Using human knowledge, applying it blindly.
Bai Xuci felt hot. He didn’t like the quilt on him. His hands slid down from the neck, pushing twice.
His mouth turned down.
“No, don’t want… blanket.”
After saying this, finding nothing changed, he angrily bit the other’s neck.
Revenge.
Bai Xuci’s clothes were already scant; after stripping by himself for so long, only an inner shirt remained.
Light as mist.
Equivalent to nothing.
Fan Yue’s hand slid inside, caressing inch by inch downwards.
“Nn!” A panicked cry.
Bai Xuci burrowed into the embrace, unaccustomed. He trembled slightly, leaning on the other’s shoulder.
Fan Yue stopped his movements, lightly nuzzling the ear of the one in his arms.
Sure enough, the “burrowing” motion became even more pronounced.
“Do you want to stop?” A slightly husky voice.
The movement ceased.
Bai Xuci waited. Finding no more movement, he looked up.
Misty eyes.
Red, swollen lips.
“Uncomfortable…” A wronged answer.
He tugged at the other’s sleeve, wanting to continue.
Fan Yue just looked at him with dark eyes, speaking word by word:
“But you are not lucid right now.”
It sounded like he was telling the other, but also reminding himself.
“Wuwuwu…” Tears poured down like a waterfall, leaving tracks on his face.
Bai Xuci pouted, looking up with red-rimmed eyes.
“Uncomfortable… Uncomfortable.” He cried out.
He leaned up, trying very hard to reach, but only reached the chin.
He could only kiss a little bit.
Fan Yue held one of Bai Xuci’s hands, rubbing it over and over.
“No matter. A different method will do,” he mused.
Bai Xuci’s face was still blank. He cried while feeling uncomfortable because he found kissing didn’t seem to work anymore.
Still uncomfortable.
He hung his head, fingers curling, falling into a state of panic.
What should I do…
Clothes covered him, his body sticky. A few strands of hair stuck to his skin.
A bit itchy.
“What are you doing?” The wandering wrist was suddenly gripped, abruptly stopping its movement.
Bai Xuci hadn’t even finished crying; his face was wet.
He looked up.
“Not comfort—”
A shadow covered him, kissing him once again.
Holding that disobedient hand, pulling it towards himself.
“Mmph nn!” His pupils suddenly dilated.
As if suffering some massive stimulation.
“Hng… mmph hng…”
His back arched, forming a perfect curve.
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