Long Aotian’s Beautiful Butler Has Run Away chapter 140

Chapter 140: Don’t Tease Me

Rong Xie’s heart skipped a beat.

“Not by your side in the future… what does that mean?” he asked.

Shen Bingsi’s expression was normal, but he didn’t look at Rong Xie, gazing calmly ahead instead.

“You moved out, and I’m still here. Isn’t that not being by my side?”

“Is it?” Rong Xie frowned. “Didn’t you claim you wanted to pretend to be my Dao companion and bought a house in Lanyuan? What, regretting it now and want to return that house?”

Shen Bingsi glanced at him, but upon meeting his gaze, turned his face away again. “Circumstances have changed. I… represent the face of the Spirit Mirror Sect’s Ruthless Path. Pretending to be Dao companions outside might damage my master’s reputation.”

Rong Xie stared at him. “Bullshit.”

“…” Shen Bingsi turned back in astonishment, unable to believe that word came from his always gentle and graceful best friend.

“You never cared about reputation or others’ opinions before, yet now you start bringing up face.” Rong Xie had been suffering in suspense and couldn’t hold it in anymore. He said directly, “You still remember, right? The things in the dream?”

Shen Bingsi’s gaze drifted away. “Which one do you mean?”

“Seems you remember many things,” Rong Xie said sharply.

Shen Bingsi was helpless. He had intended to play dumb to the end, but hadn’t expected to be exposed after just two sentences. However, it wasn’t surprising; he always found it hard to keep things from Rong Xie. That time when Cui Xingmiao came to Huanxue Villa was already the limit of his acting.

However, if he couldn’t hide it, he could still change the subject.

“I do remember… some things,” Shen Bingsi said. “Like Lu Yingqi dying, Elder Bai wearing mourning clothes for him, and…” He paused.

“And what?” Rong Xie stared at him nervously.

“And you asked me in this courtyard if dual cultivation would affect my cultivation level, and then we…”

“Pfft!” Rong Xie never expected him to mention that. “I think you remembered wrong. When did Elder Bai wear mourning clothes for Lu Yingqi? That’s completely backwards!”

“Maybe I remembered wrong,” Shen Bingsi mused. “Otherwise, why would someone hug my neck and not let me go, asking if dual cultivation would affect my cultivation level…”

“Shut up!” Rong Xie immediately took out a handful of silencing talismans and threw them at Shen Bingsi. Those talismans were enough to mute an ordinary person, but upon landing on Shen Bingsi, his golden protective spiritual energy flashed, turning them all into black charcoal that scattered with the wind.

Shen Bingsi patted the ash off his body. “It’s nothing really. People tend to act more authentically in dreams. Like someone insisting on clinging to me, saying something like ‘can you kiss me, just like ordinary Dao companions’…”

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Rong Xie covered his ears and walked forward quickly.

Damn it. He had been worried that the prophetic dream would be too stimulating and leave Shen Bingsi with indelible psychological trauma. Now it seemed his worry was entirely superfluous.

The man’s Dao Heart was solid; he just picked and chose what he wanted to remember.

The next moment, Shen Bingsi caught up from behind, grabbed Rong Xie’s arms, lowered them, and held them in his hands.

“Done asking?” Shen Bingsi looked at him with a faint smile. “Anything else to ask?”

“No!”

“Then let’s go.” Shen Bingsi led him forward. When a tug didn’t move him, he turned back to see Rong Xie standing there in angry embarrassment and laughed. “Almost forgot. Need to be carried over, right?”

Rong Xie felt a buzzing in his ears. Of all things to remember, Shen Bingsi had to remember that fleeting dual cultivation dream so clearly.

Rong Xie didn’t know why he had inserted such a segment between the prophetic dream and the dream where Lu Yingqi died. It was completely inexplicable, like drawing feet on a snake.

However, he could still recall some of his feelings from that time.

He felt he had been shortchanged.

Lu Yingqi was dead, Shen Bingsi couldn’t support the calamity of the World-Destroying Heavenly Demon alone, and destiny ultimately ended with him being killed to prove the Dao.

Yet, he hadn’t enjoyed a single benefit of being someone’s “true love.” He had been either a butler or a best friend the whole time, busy with everything, only to end up with the title of “just the person in the sound transmission jade,” and then be used to prove the Dao.

He had lost big time.

He should have made the accusation true. Holding the title of true love, he should do what true loves do. Draining Shen Bingsi dry through dual cultivation was one of those things.

…

But he had still left a trace of kindness, asking Shen Bingsi if dual cultivation would affect his cultivation level. Now it seemed he had just given someone leverage against himself.

Rong Xie stood still, wrestling with himself.

Suddenly, he lost his balance. His feet left the ground, and his body floated up lightly. Shen Bingsi’s jawline appeared above his head.

Startled, Rong Xie hurriedly grabbed whatever was at hand for support.

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Shen Bingsi lifted him higher with his arms. Rong Xie pressed closer into his embrace, his arms around Shen Bingsi’s neck tightening as he looked down at the ground in panic.

Shen Bingsi smiled with satisfaction. Carrying Rong Xie in his arms, he followed the path they had walked in the dream, all the way to the bedroom courtyard. He kicked open the courtyard gate, turned sideways carefully to avoid obstacles, and carried Rong Xie in.

“W-Wait a minute!” Rong Xie finally recovered from his blank state of mind.

“No rush, we can talk slowly on the bed later.” Shen Bingsi stopped, using Rong Xie’s feet as a pointer to gesture at the bedroom doors on either side. “Your room, or mine?”

Rong Xie’s ears burned explosively. “If you dare repeat one more word…”

Shen Bingsi chuckled muffledly and walked toward his own bedroom. “My room then. The bedding in my room was just changed.”

“You changed the bedding when you left?” Rong Xie was surprised.

“No. When you weren’t here, I slept in your bed.” Shen Bingsi laughed again.

“You…” Rong Xie’s heart softened, not knowing what to say. “Why sleep in my bed?”

“Missed you. Such a soft person to hold, how could you sleep on that bed with such a hard heart.”

Shen Bingsi didn’t smile when he said this; his voice sounded full of resentment.

Rong Xie looked up at Shen Bingsi, trying to find signs of enlightenment on his face. Unfortunately, from this angle, he could only see the sharp jawline and the firm Adam’s apple, unable to tell what expression was on his face.

Shen Bingsi walked into the bedroom. The candlestick by the bed lit up automatically, its orange-red light illuminating the small space. The bedding on the bed was folded neatly. Indeed, as Shen Bingsi said, there were no signs of anyone having slept there.

It had taken a full two shichen (four hours) to fly back from the Ruthless Path Palace. By the time they reached Huanxue Villa, it was late. The windows on all sides of the bedroom had darkened, leaving only the flickering candlelight.

Rong Xie looked at Shen Bingsi’s bed, and familiar feelings welled up again. Back then, to get him to accept dual cultivation, Shen Bingsi made him wear his inner clothes and sleep under his covers. They often slept embracing each other on this bed.

Shen Bingsi’s patience gradually lowered his guard. Regardless of the motive, those days left Rong Xie with very gentle memories and led directly to him falling for him.

And now, after going round and round, they were back here. Gentle memories still seeped constantly from the bedding, the gauze curtains, and the walls glowing orange in the candlelight, putting one in a completely relaxed state.

He wanted to sink into it.

He wanted spiritual power.

He wanted to earn back what he had lost.

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Since Shen Bingsi’s Dao Heart was like iron and unaffected even after seeing the worst ending—whether he forgot or didn’t care—Rong Xie didn’t want to guess his thoughts anymore.

Shen Bingsi leaned down. Rong Xie felt his back touch the soft bedding. Shen Bingsi laid him down carefully as if handling fragile porcelain, then supported his waist to push him up a bit. With one hand propped on the bedside, he looked down at him.

“Say whatever you want to say now,” Shen Bingsi said. “Anything except rejecting me or running away.”

“I…” Rong Xie closed his eyes. The next moment, as if having made a decision, he grabbed the lapels of the person above him, forcing him to bend down closer. “I do need spiritual power. But, are you sure you want to do it wearing these clothes?”

Shen Bingsi’s calm smile froze on his face. “What?”

“Just wanted to ask. This majestic Adjudicator uniform,” Rong Xie patted the lapel near the shoulder, “doesn’t seem to have a replacement? What if it gets dirty?”

The muscles in Shen Bingsi’s face twitched imperceptibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the shadows.

A secret delight of winning a round rose in Rong Xie’s heart.

“Rong’er, don’t tease me.”

Shen Bingsi lowered his head, resting his forehead on Rong Xie’s shoulder, keeping his body arched, and sighed.

Feeling the heavy forehead pressing into his neck, Rong Xie recalled how he had suppressed his sobs in the dream. He probably didn’t remember that. The desire to tease him faded by half.

“How many days will it take this time?” Rong Xie endured the heat on his face and asked. “I can’t possibly rise to Golden Core all at once. Can we take it step by step? Make each session shorter? I… haven’t asked Steward Wang for leave, and over at the Lu family…”

“While you digest the spiritual power, I’ll go to Head Steward Wang to ask for leave. As for the Lu family, don’t you have Captain Zhao’s transmission stone? Just tell him.” Shen Bingsi cut the gordian knot, resolving Rong Xie’s worries.

However, Rong Xie still wasn’t reassured. “Even so, I have many things undone. I can’t keep… I mean, there’s plenty of time in the future. Let’s get back to the ninth level of Qi Refinement this time, and later…”

“Also, during dual cultivation, can you be slower…” Memories of the unpleasant experience at the Fanshi Pavilion surfaced, and Rong Xie said with lingering fear.

“Or… I could be on top,” Rong Xie proposed a bold idea as he spoke. “That way I can control the pace.”

Shen Bingsi remained silent, listening to Rong Xie’s various small concerns. Only at this sentence did he chuckle.

“What pace? The pace of staying still?” Shen Bingsi laughed. He was lying right next to Rong Xie’s neck, his high nose bridge pressing against the thin skin there. When he laughed, Rong Xie felt his entire neck and half his shoulder go numb.

“It wouldn’t be… that bad.” Thinking of the amount of exercise in those seven days at the Fanshi Pavilion, Rong Xie suddenly lost confidence in his words.

“Let’s talk about that when you reach Golden Core.” Shen Bingsi lifted his head, his breath brushing past Rong Xie’s earlobe. “For the rest… I’ll try my best to follow your wishes.”

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Rong Xie closed his eyes, his fingers clutching the bedding tightly.

“However, there’s one more thing I want to confirm,” rustling sounds came from beside his ear as Shen Bingsi undid the clasps of his Adjudicator uniform. “Do you want it faster or slower? I might not be able to be slower while rushing for time…”