Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 40

Ling Xiao quickly deduced the origin of the bread beside him and couldn’t help but find it both amusing and touching. He didn’t doubt for a moment that Ying Feng bought the banana-flavored bread because he once mentioned liking the taste of bananas. However, that was in comparison to strawberry, not implying he liked banana flavored energy bread.

‘Forget it,’ he thought resignedly as he started to tear open the package. Remembering the mere fact that he mentioned liking bananas was considerate enough on Ying Feng’s part. Given his current level of hunger, even if it were durian-flavored, he’d still eat it.

Before Ling Xiao could fully open the packaging, the door handle of the medical room turned. Quickly, he threw the half-opened bread aside, turning his head away defiantly.

Upon entering and seeing the scene, Ying Feng paused briefly. Pretending nothing was amiss, he walked over and handed something to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao glanced at it and quickly looked away, internally rolling his eyes. Sticking to one brand of bread and even buying the same type of water from their previous training session, Ying Feng sure was consistent. It wouldn’t be surprising if he also wanted a lover from a past life.

Since Ling Xiao didn’t take the water, Ying Feng placed it next to the bread. This was when Yao Tai entered the room. Seeing the bread and beverage, her suppressed anger flared up.

“He’s in his growth period, can’t you buy him something nutritious?” she chided.

“I bought it based on his preferences,” Ying Feng calmly replied.

“Who likes emergency food?” Yao Tai wondered if he was playing dumb or if he genuinely didn’t know better. “Even convenience stores have warm drinks or dairy products. Who would buy a chilled drink for someone who just fainted?”

She moved to dispose of what Ying Feng brought, but Ling Xiao quickly grabbed the bread, startling her. Observing the scene and their reactions, she deduced he was probably famished and would eat anything.

“I’ve spoken to your instructor. If I catch you two going to classes again, you’ll be sent back. The academy’s vacation is mandatory, not optional. Don’t act tough.”

She then warned Ying Feng, “If you neglect him again tonight, I’ll separate you two on grounds of neglecting your Qizhu duties, regardless of Ling Xiao’s condition.”

Ling Xiao, mistakenly believing he had passed the tumultuous period, was unaware of the impending mental backlash. He was confused by Yao Tai’s words. “I don’t need him to take care of me.” But he quickly remembered the condition of Lan Sheng he had witnessed in the detention room. “I also don’t want to be isolated.”

Yao Tai hesitated before reluctantly handing Ling Xiao a bottle of medicine. “This can temporarily relieve mental stress and aid sleep, but it has severe side effects and is addictive. Use it as a last resort.”

Receiving the medication, Ling Xiao missed Ying Feng’s frown of concern.

“Lastly, I want to remind both of you, the duration of your school probation is actually determined by me. Ling Xiao, you’ve been formally listed as a priority observation subject by the Disease Control Center. From now on, you need to report here every week, both you and Ying Feng. Until your psychological assessment has returned to a safe level, I will not allow you to advance in your studies.”

She then confiscated the cold drink. “The bread is okay, but no cold drinks.”

When Ling Xiao left, Yao Tai stopped Ying Feng, whispering, “Ling Xiao told me you’re looking for someone.”

His expression shifted.

“But even if you find them, in your current state, they won’t want you.”

Ying Feng visibly recoiled.

Yao Tai pushed him away. “Get out.”

After walking a distance, Ying Feng caught up with Ling Xiao, silently handing him a card. Ling Xiao looked up, puzzled.

“You can head back.” Ying Feng awkwardly added, “You can also use this card.”

Ling Xiao knew that without this card, he couldn’t enter certain places, and it was impossible to go to class. If he went to the rooftop, this guy might lose his nerve again, so he accepted it without a word.

After Ying Feng left, Ling Xiao headed to the cafeteria, a place he hadn’t been to in a while and found somewhat unfamiliar.

Even though it wasn’t mealtime, there were windows that provided food all day. Ling Xiao took out Ying Feng’s card and swiped it on the machine. The displayed balance caught him off guard.

He silently calculated in his mind; tomorrow would be the day when their living expenses were distributed. With so much money still on the card, he felt uneasy about not being able to spend it all.

The cafeteria staff noticed him hesitating after swiping the card and thought he was unsure about what to order. Little did they know about the internal debate raging inside Ling Xiao.

“You seem to be an adult, how about trying a nutritional set meal? It’s most suitable during the growth phase.”

“Is it expensive?”

The worker looked surprised, thinking, ‘The richer they are, the stingier they get.’ He replied, “Not at all. It’s very affordable.”

“I don’t want the cheap one. Give me the most expensive one.”

Worker: “…”

Ling Xiao enjoyed his luxurious meal in the cafeteria, while Ying Feng was dealing with getting a supplementary card in the logistics department.

“You’ve been an adult for a few days now and only just thought to get a card,” the staff joked with him. “Young people should learn to be moderate.”

Ying Feng silently entered information on the platform. The staff, however, continued speaking, reminiscing about his younger days.

“Back in my day, when I had just become an adult, I was just like you, not knowing the meaning of restraint. Have you heard the rumor? After the coming-of-age ceremony, the Qizhu will seize part of the spirit of the Qizi while transferring a part of their own spirit to them. As a result, neither soul is complete. Only the closest union can put them at ease.”

“Looking back, it sounds naive, but back then, it seemed like the most romantic thing ever. And let me tell you, after we did that, my Qizi’s psychological rating was very healthy. They developed very well. We…”

Ying Feng pressed submit, interrupting the staff’s lengthy speech. “I’m done.”

The staff, disappointed, emotionlessly processed the card. “All set. You can now give this to your Qizi. From now on, both of your living expenses will be deposited into this account. The main card and supplementary card balances are linked.”

“Thank you.” Ying Feng took the card and left, leaving the staff member sighing.

“Ah, why don’t young people these days want to listen to the wisdom of their elders?”

Getting the card took quite some time. By the time Ying Feng returned, Ling Xiao was already in the dormitory, clutching a black box. Seeing Ying Feng, he tried to hide it.

Ying Feng’s alarms went off. After learning of Ling Xiao’s contact with Zhen He, he was worried that Ling Xiao might be deceived by Zhen He’s sweet talk. Given Ling Xiao’s current behavior, it wasn’t far-fetched to think that Zhen He might secretly provide him with experimental drugs.

“What’s in the box?” he demanded.

Ling Xiao hesitated, revealing his guilt. “It’s none of your business.”

Ying Feng grew more suspicious and took a step forward. “Show me.”

“No!” Ling Xiao hugged the box tightly.

Ying Feng’s tone became more commanding. “Show it to me.”

Ling Xiao was reluctant, but his hands moved involuntarily. Struggling, he slowly handed over the box, his hands trembling.

As the box neared Ying Feng, Ling Xiao raised his voice in desperation. “Don’t!”

Just as Ying Feng was about to open it, Ling Xiao whispered, almost inaudibly, “Please, don’t look.”

Ying Feng paused, looking at Ling Xiao’s face, which bore an expression he had never seen before. It wasn’t resentment or begging, but an eerie calmness. This face was vastly different from the crying figure he remembered from his visions.

His gaze settled, seeming to convey endless emotions yet also devoid of any. Ying Feng felt as if he was seeing a shell wrapped in steel and concrete. If the steel was broken and the concrete stripped away, all that would remain would be a fragile shell, vulnerable to the slightest touch.

Ying Feng slowly withdrew his hand. Ling Xiao let out a sigh of relief, clutching the box closely, fearing Ying Feng might change his mind.

Suddenly, Ying Feng moved, startling Ling Xiao. However, this time he took out a card.

“This is for you.”

Ling Xiao probably guessed what the card was. Three days of hunger made him realize that even the most prideful people needed to eat. Thinking that his living expenses would soon be released, he didn’t feel like he was wasting his money. He freed one hand to take the card and gestured towards the table with his lips.

Ying Feng’s card was thrown onto the table by Ling Xiao. While Ying Feng turned away, Ling Xiao quickly put the card in the box. By the time Ying Feng turned back, the card had disappeared.

This time, Ying Feng didn’t ask where Ling Xiao had hidden the item. The two of them, forced to take a leave, stayed in the dorm, looking at each other in silence, with an incredibly tense atmosphere.

Bored, Ling Xiao reflected that, over the past decade, he and Ying Feng had little to say to each other. They had only interacted occasionally, mostly with Ling Xiao instigating and Ying Feng ignoring. Even after Ping Zong left, their relationship only slightly improved, marked mainly by mutual practice sessions. Genuine conversations between them were very rare.

Ling Xiao planned for his future, hoping to attend different schools or at least different departments than Ying Feng to minimize their interactions. After graduation, they could separate completely. If the principal could survive alone, he believed he could too.

As time passed and night fell, Ling Xiao grew increasingly uneasy. He thought the chaotic period was over, so why did he feel so abnormal?

Ying Feng had been observing Ling Xiao closely, paying more attention to him than he had in days. He always believed that, given Ling Xiao’s strong personality, he would never accept his help. But today, he saw the true nature of Ling Xiao’s chaotic period.

Under Ying Feng’s gaze, Ling Xiao, who would normally resist, now lacked the strength to even care. His vision began to blur, and everything around him seemed hazy.

In his pain, he finally spotted the medicine bottle Yao Tai gave him by his bed. Struggling, he reached out for it, missing twice before finally grabbing it.

He barely remembered Yao Tai’s warnings, struggling to open the bottle. He didn’t care how many pills spilled out; he just wanted to swallow what was left in his hand. A powerful grip caught his wrist, prying his fingers open to take the medicine. Ling Xiao glared at Ying Feng with fiery eyes.

A forearm was brought to his mouth, and Ling Xiao almost bit down without hesitation. With this bite, not only was it a reflex against pain, but it also carried intense resentment towards Ying Feng. He used almost all of his strength, yet Ying Feng never furrowed his brow.

Ling Xiao’s bite grew stronger until his teeth dug deep into Ying Feng’s skin, with fresh blood seeping into his mouth. The metallic, sweet scent revived part of his sanity.

As his clarity slowly returned, Ling Xiao finally realized there was something wrong. He shouldn’t be able to bite so fiercely when he couldn’t even throw a punch at him. By the time he realized this, it was already too late.

The coldness was entirely dispelled, and the fear vanished. In its place, a scorching heat swept through his entire body, unstoppable, as if burning embers had passed through.

Ying Feng felt the bite weakening, and just as he was surprised, his collar was grabbed by a blushing Ling Xiao. Caught off guard, he was pulled down, and their noses nearly touched.

“You…” Gazing at the face appearing so close in front of him, Ying Feng, who was clueless about the current situation, was taken aback for the first time. Ling Xiao’s reaction was far from what he had expected. He thought Ling Xiao would reject him, show fear, or get furious, but he never expected this.

Ling Xiao gripped Ying Feng’s collar tighter, pulling him even closer. His erratic breath brushed against Ying Feng’s ear. Being so close, Ying Feng even caught the scent of blood from Ling Xiao’s mouth.

In his dazed state, Ling Xiao uncontrollably rubbed his body against the other. A vivid thought deeply transmitted from the Qizi to the Qizhu’s mind. Ying Feng felt it—it was Ling Xiao’s desire.

Thinking this development was entirely abnormal, Ying Feng stretched out his arm to prop himself up, forcefully creating distance between them. But after doing so, he was surprised to find a part of his own body subtly changing.

Ling Xiao’s desire grew overwhelmingly intense, with only physical friction providing temporary relief. The adult films he had sneakily watched before served as a perfect guide now. He crazily leaned down, nibbling on Ying Feng’s neck and collarbone.

Ying Feng had let Ling Xiao bite his arm earlier to help him alleviate pain, not for him to act wildly on him like a mad dog. Moreover, Ying Feng was all too familiar with Ling Xiao’s behavior. Just a few days ago, he did something to a delirious Ling Xiao that he would rather not recall.

Not understanding why Ling Xiao turned out this way, after feeling another wet lick on his bare neck, Ying Feng couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Ling Xiao’s collar in return and easily overpowered him. In terms of strength, Ling Xiao was no match for him now and was effortlessly pinned down.

“Snap out of it!” Ying Feng shouted.

Not to be outdone, Ling Xiao kept twisting under Ying Feng’s body, trying to turn the bottom up again; even the mind control of the Qizhu wasn’t enough to calm him down. Ying Feng realized that he couldn’t stop him without violence, so he simply raised his fist, trying to knock him out with a punch.

Ling Xiao didn’t know if his strength was exhausted, so suddenly he stopped struggling. He lay flat and motionless. Ying Feng’s raised fist continued looming in midair, unable to fall.

He saw Ling Xiao’s face after he calmed down; his eyes were blurred, his cheeks flushed, and his slightly opened lips were constantly exhaling heat. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t eaten for a few days that his thin chin looked a little pitiful.

Ling Xiao’s quietness didn’t last long. He was only a little weak because of the disorder period. After he had accumulated a little strength, he began to restlessly want to press the person on him down.

Ying Feng’s fist stayed in the air for a long time, and instead of smashing down as planned in advance, it slowly changed direction and came down between Ling Xiao’s legs. Ling Xiao, who had been restless just now, was instantly still the moment Ying Feng touched him. Ying Feng felt his muscles freeze at the same time, not knowing whether he was nervous or excited, just as he didn’t know whether Ling Xiao was conscious now or didn’t know what he was doing.

Ying Feng’s hand moved, and Ling Xiao’s changes under his palm were a little obvious. If he felt it carefully, he would find that the other’s body was beginning to tremble slightly. Ling Xiao brought his legs together and clamped them tightly, while Ying Feng’s fingers were locked between them. His legs would rub back and forth in a small range, alternating, as if it would liberate him from his difficult situation.

Friction brought Ling Xiao a brief pleasure, but he suffered even more because his swelling desire couldn’t be released. He didn’t completely lose his mind. On the contrary, Ling Xiao knew what he was doing psychologically. If he were completely awake at the moment, he would probably commit suicide from the shame of knowing what he was doing. But he was precisely only half lucid, half reduced to a slave of desire, and he was trembling with excitement from such a touch.

Ying Feng untied Ling Xiao’s last restraint; his somewhat cold palms directly touched the other’s hot lower body, and Ling Xiao was excited the moment he covered it. Ying Feng, who has never liked physical contact with people, didn’t repel Ling Xiao’s most private part. As expected, when it touched it, the young and soft sexual organ stood up excitedly with a delicate and smooth touch.

As for Ling Xiao, the pores all over his body opened up, and he could even imagine his hair standing on ends. An indescribable feeling came from his crotch, spreading infinitely, reaching throughout his pores. If he could hold his breath, this pleasure would stay in his body for a while, like many small electric currents accumulating, converging, and blooming in his nerves. The moment it bloomed, it turned into fearless particles, penetrating his blood vessels and colliding with his fast-flowing blood, causing a string of numbness.

“Ah……”

Ling Xiao let out an unbearable groan. At the same time, his body curled up hard and became like a shrimp. Ying Feng hardly did anything. He felt a powerful shock in his palm first, and then something spurted out. It wet his hand, and there was a regular pulsing to it. The moment Ling Xiao reached his peak, Ying Feng also enjoyed the pleasure. This pleasure didn’t come from physiology but from the satisfaction of a soul connection.

Ying Feng didn’t know how much stimulation the Qizhu’s touch would bring to the Qizi. He looked at the white stickiness in his palm in a daze. He didn’t expect Ling Xiao to surrender so quickly, and he didn’t expect that he would have such close contact with him again. He thought that the experience in the cave would be the only thing that got out of hand.

Ling Xiao, who reached his climax in a very short time, still maintained the posture he had just now. He was curled up with his arms wrapped around himself, his body limp and panting quickly, looking helpless and weak. Ying Feng had known him for ten years and had always recognized and regarded him as an opponent of comparable strength. Even after the coming-of-age ceremony, he couldn’t separate him from the domineering image of the past, and he even used the rights of the Qizhu to suppress his arrogance, just to make him bow his head for a moment.

Only at this moment, upon seeing such a vulnerable Ling Xiao, did Ying Feng feel for the first time that he was a part of the soul and no one could hurt him. The proud Ling Xiao, the Ling Xiao who liked to challenge the strong, and the Ling Xiao who remained stubbornly defiant under intimidation… They were the Ling Xiaos that everyone saw. Only at this moment, the Ling Xiao, who was immersed in the aftermath of his orgasm and completely unguarded, existed solely in his eyes.

If Ling Xiao in such a state were seen by a second person, just the thought of it stirred murderous intent in Ying Feng. If only the school could teach knowledge from the era of sovereignty establishment, Ying Feng might understand why he now couldn’t bear anyone coveting Ling Xiao even a bit—even if it was just an extra glance, for it was like stealing his very soul.

Ling Xiao’s breathing gradually evened out. He lay there motionless, his eyes tightly closed, with only the blush on his cheeks remaining. Ying Feng thought he had finally fallen asleep, so he turned to wash away the traces Ling Xiao left on his palm. Unexpectedly, just as he turned, he was grabbed from behind by the shoulder and pressed down onto the bed once more. The initiator, with agility, spun around and straddled him, his eyes radiating an intense, invasive glow, a stark contrast to his prior vulnerable appearance.

Ling Xiao’s clothing was disheveled. From Ying Feng’s perspective, other than the eyes hidden beneath the bangs, what was most pronounced was the dangerously upturned corner of Ling Xiao’s lips. Whatever the reason for Ling Xiao’s loss of control, Ying Feng was clear its effects hadn’t worn off. The only explanation he could think of was related to his own blood.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Ying Feng asked with a composed tone.

“Wolf…”

Little did Ying Feng know, the Wolfsbane people were Ling Xiao’s object of sexual awakening, especially the scene where the male lead transformed into a werewolf, which had the most significant visual impact and left a deep impression on the awakening Ling Xiao. Now, all that occupied Ling Xiao’s mind were images of werewolves mating, leaving Ying Feng clueless.

“Wolf? What wolf?”

Ling Xiao responded in an unexpected manner. Holding Ying Feng’s wrist, he licked from the right side of his neck to the palm, where Ling Xiao’s scent still lingered.

This provocative gesture made Ying Feng’s blood surge suddenly. No matter how aloof and cold he usually was, he was still a young adult at the beginning of puberty. Having tasted the forbidden fruit’s allure and being at an age full of vigor, how could he withstand such a level of stimulation? The tricks Ling Xiao learned from adult films were all new to him, a stark contrast to the sensory experience he had in that pitch-black cave, where he was on rough and coarse sandstones with a barely breathing injured person beneath him. The light in this room had a hint of ambiguity, colored pale yellow. The bed was soft and seductive. The one playing opposite him tried to challenge his self-control with seductive and enchanting actions. Perhaps because Ling Xiao was his Qizi, Ying Feng could feel the other’s desires directly and authentically. Such desires were catalyzing the adrenaline in him to react, and his body began to change unconsciously.

The gleam in Ying Feng’s eyes became perilous, looking as though he might consume Ling Xiao at any moment. However, Ling Xiao, perhaps emboldened by his desires, not only didn’t back off but instead became even bolder, taking the initiative to undress Ying Feng. Ying Feng allowed him to act recklessly without resisting.

Ling Xiao had wanted to do this for a long time, whether it was the bizarre dreams on the eve of his awakening or his bold declarations throughout the night. All of it made him yearn to pin the other down, just as he was doing now. The blood of the Qizhu, flowing from his mouth into his organs, warmed up within him. If one could say it was just a warm-up before, now it might have reached its boiling point, prompting Ling Xiao to act out of character. This was different from the aphrodisiac effect Ying Feng once used to humiliate him. Aphrodisiacs only affect one physically, and if the heart was unwilling, one could resist with gritted teeth. However, blood could indeed alter one’s actions. Just like Ling Xiao at this moment, audaciously passionate and wildly unlike his usual self.

With Ling Xiao taking the initiative and Ying Feng’s cooperation, the two were almost completely exposed to each other. Ling Xiao’s actions became increasingly provocative, pushing Ying Feng to the brink of his patience. Finally, when Ling Xiao deliberately reached behind himself, Ying Feng lost control, forcefully flipping Ling Xiao a full 180 degrees. Yet Ling Xiao, unwilling to be outdone, managed to push back with equal force. The two rolled back and forth on the bed multiple times, finally both falling to the floor. Ying Feng’s long and muscular arms tightly pinned Ling Xiao beneath him, no longer allowing any mischief.

Ling Xiao struggled, refusing to submit. In response, Ying Feng grabbed him and pushed him to the edge of the bed, with both of Ling Xiao’s arms pinned behind him and held securely in place. Ling Xiao resisted with all his might, but how could he be a match for his Qizhu? His bare body squirmed continuously, with an evidently stiff object pressing against him. Ying Feng’s lips were almost touching Ling Xiao’s hairline, and the breath from his whispered words felt sharp as a blade.

“You asked for this!”

The moment Ying Feng entered, Ling Xiao let out an abnormal, wailing roar. The body of a Qizi would open up to its Qizhu at all times, and the sound was obviously not due to pain.

Ying Feng had a moment of hesitation due to this sound, not knowing if he should proceed. Ling Xiao’s body was still as tight and hot as it was the first time, tempting Ying Feng to give up the idea of not wanting to do it and do what a normal, developing youth should do.

Ling Xiao felt his body being penetrated, and even though it was fundamentally different from the scenes in his sexual fantasies, it still possessed another kind of sensation—a kind of pleasure that overrode the fantasies. The newly endowed soul fragments in his body excitedly moved with joy, as if they had met their original masters, and the pain of separation over the past few days swept away, desperately converging in a certain direction. An electric shiver spread from the contact area, and Ling Xiao couldn’t help but tremble, only for this excitement to be mistaken for fear by Ying Feng, who ended the action instead.

The feeling of being strangled was not a pleasant one, and coupled with the power of the Qizhu’s blood, which was comparable to the effect of burning embers, Ling Xiao didn’t resist as strongly as Ying Feng expected, but instead took the initiative to sway his hips back and forth to express his pent-up desire.

On the surface, it looked like Ying Feng’s position was coercive, but below the waist, it was Ling Xiao who was in control of the initiative, and the amplitude of his swaying became rougher and stronger until it stimulated Ying Feng to let out a low growl that he couldn’t hold back, and he continued to clasp both of Ling Xiao’s wrists with one hand and forcefully press the other party’s head to the edge of the bed with his other hand, as if only this kind of beastly and violent behavior could illustrate how far away from rationality he had already departed from at this moment.

Ling Xiao took the initiative only a few times. It wasn’t long until the shocking waves of impact came from behind continuously; fast enough to not allow him to think. His body was shackled in all directions, unable to move. He was like a puppet who couldn’t think, and only his sensory nerves still functioned.

Ling Xiao’s first moan and Ying Feng’s first impact were almost synchronized, and as the sound of impact continued, the moans also rose and fell. Ying Feng, who used to do whatever it took to get only a muffled grunt from Ling Xiao, finally found a way to get satisfaction more easily. Every moan from Ling Xiao would bring a wave of more violent impacts, and such an attack would often cause a higher frequency of trills. More times than not, it became indistinguishable as to who provoked who and who drove who, all because of him, all by spontaneity.

The soundproofed dormitory seemed to have been prepared for such a scene from the very beginning, trapping all kinds of shameful sounds firmly between the four directions. The soundwaves ignited the oxygen, and the room temperature skyrocketed. The two people in different positions shared the common feeling of having difficulty breathing. Ying Feng had to pause his movement and put his jaw against Ling Xiao’s shoulder socket to catch his breath. He was one of the best physically among his peers, but he lost in this kind of movement that didn’t produce any displacement at all. Looking at Ling Xiao, except for the first few strokes of bravado, always existed as the bearer, but the frequency of his gasping breaths wasn’t inferior to that of Ying Feng, and the sweat that was left behind by the roots of his hair had already drenched the sheet under his head.

Feeling that Ying Feng was no longer pressing down on him so hard, Ling Xiao twisted his head over and buried himself deeply in the sheets, obviously on the verge of oxygen deprivation but still isolating himself from all air. Seeing that his behavior wasn’t quite normal, Ying Feng loosened his hand that was clasping the other party’s wrist and reached in front to touch it. Again, his hand became sticky. Only then did he realize that Ling Xiao had ejaculated again at some point.

“That’s right, you’re usually a fast runner.” Ying Feng’s words weren’t false, but in any speed-related competition, Ling Xiao would slightly outperform him, except that Ying Feng would have the advantage in terms of overall strength.

As soon as the word “fast” fell, Ying Feng realized that his lower body was being tightly clamped, and he hurriedly withdrew from Ling Xiao’s body, which saved him from “disarming” his weapon in embarrassment.

“You!”

Ying Feng looked up but saw Ling Xiao’s neck almost twist as he desperately turned back and glared fiercely at his side. What should have been a provocative expression was somewhat provocative due to the flushed cheeks and clenched lower lip. Ling Xiao didn’t even know how dangerous his expression was at the moment; he only knew that the burning object against him had hardened a few more points.

Ling Xiao stared at Ying Feng tightly; his eyes shifted from the other party’s eyebrows to Ying Feng’s collarbones, which were sexy and beautiful. Ling Xiao, who harbored some kind of undesirable thoughts towards Ying Feng, had long been thinking about it, not to mention the glistening skin due to sweat.

With his hands free, Ling Xiao raised his left arm and firmly hooked it around the back of Ying Feng’s neck, using his strength to get closer to the other side and grind his sharp teeth into the neck socket. It was as if Ying Feng was being gnawed by some kind of rodent, but he did not feel any pain; instead, he felt a bit of numbness and comfort.

But just as he was enjoying the coziness, Ling Xiao suddenly bit down hard on his upper and lower jaws, hard enough to break the skin near his collarbone. Ying Feng frowned deeply, and his head tilted to the other side as if he were dodging, but he didn’t stop Ling Xiao’s action.

Ling Xiao once again tasted blood. These two first-time adults with no knowledge of sex, ignorant of the role played by the main body fluids of the Qizi, acted in a completely capricious manner, unaware of the consequences of doing so, which was like pouring another bucket of oil on a flame that hadn’t been extinguished.

The fire of desire once again flared up in Ling Xiao’s suddenly opened eyes. He didn’t know where he found the strength to push Ying Feng in the opposite direction, causing Ying Feng’s back to slam against the edge of the bed. Immediately afterward, he raised his legs and sat on top of the other man once again. With Ying Feng half leaning on the bed, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to do anything out of the ordinary.

Just when Ying Feng didn’t know what had gotten into him, Ling Xiao lifted his hips to hold Ying Feng’s penis and sat down on it of his own accord. Ying Feng instinctively wrapped his arms around Ling Xiao’s waist for fear that he might cause some kind of tragedy if he didn’t sit up straight.

Ling Xiao, who was so active as to be perverse, moved his waist and hips up and down before he could sit still. His youthful body swayed in front of Ying Feng, creating phantoms and unprecedented visual stimulation. Ling Xiao’s sudden enthusiasm made Ying Feng almost unable to hold back. His sensitive lower body was tightly bitten and repeatedly fiddled with, hot and warm, like a flying fairy. Ying Feng’s hands clasped Ling Xiao’s waist more and more forcefully, but his upper body relaxed and leaned back due to the extreme pleasure, with an insatiable expression on his face.

Ling Xiao had obviously learned this position from a movie, and the expression on Ying Feng’s face was just like the one in it. Ling Xiao’s hand on his shoulder slowly moved up his neck, all the way to the side of Ying Feng’s face. Ying Feng seamlessly gave a response, rubbing his cheek in his palm and gently nibbling on his palm, following his earlier actions. This beautiful image seemed more suitable to be permanently preserved in a static form, and Ling Xiao subconsciously slowed down his movements as Ying Feng’s hand reached behind his back, feeling the smoothness of the other man’s skin from the top down, and the stimulation brought by wherever he went caused Ling Xiao to uncontrollably tilt forward, while his neck and head tilted back uncontrollably, creating a graceful arc.

When Ying Feng was approaching the midway point, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and Ling Xiao, who was already on the verge of collapsing, lunged in the opposite direction and pressed himself heavily against Ying Feng. Their upper bodies stuck together without any gaps, their skin rubbing against each other, their sweat fusing with each other, and even their rising and falling chests tacitly maintaining the same frequency. In contrast to his slow motion, Ying Feng tightly squeezed Ling Xiao’s resilient ass and quickly bounced up and down. Ling Xiao was so weak and shaken that he entrusted all of his weight on Ying Feng’s body. The waves from the repeated collisions in the depths of his body almost drove him crazy, and his moans became louder and louder, tickling Ying Feng’s ears.

Once again, Ying Feng’s eyes rested on the other party’s shaking ear. Just like the first time in the cave, it was as if it was filled with some kind of magic that made him want to get closer, making him unable to stop himself from moving over and biting Ling Xiao’s earlobe.

Ling Xiao winced, and his muscles contracted involuntarily. This time, Ying Feng didn’t withdraw his sword but aimed it at the center of the target with full force, shooting several shots. Ling Xiao’s soul was almost knocked out of his body by Ying Feng, and the violent beating of his heart made him think that he would die of excitement. His ten fingers clasped Ying Feng’s neck from the back desperately, as if it were so that he wouldn’t fly away.

Ying Feng was immersed in the aftermath of his excitement, his mouth unconsciously playing with Ling Xiao’s earlobe. His face showed an unusual warmth that even he himself didn’t realize.

Ling Xiao’s lower body received too much stimulation, and it was only after a long while that he was able to take care of his ears. Ying Feng’s actions made him feel itchy. He took the initiative to avoid it, but Ying Feng chased after him, so he had no choice but to turn his head over, and their mouths came close to touching each other, and without stopping his movements out of inertia, he caught Ling Xiao’s lips in one go. Ling Xiao froze for a moment, but the ensuing coolness doused the flames within his body, and in a blink of an eye, he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

As Ying Feng kissed and kissed, he realized that Ling Xiao had gradually stopped moving and pushed away to see that he had fallen into a deep sleep at some point. The person who had just excitedly taken the initiative to ride on top of him to show off his strength was sleeping soundly in the blink of an eye. This change in his behavior was also beyond Ying Feng’s comprehension.

Easily carrying Ling Xiao back to the bed, the naked Ying Feng had no intention of covering himself and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Ling Xiao’s sleeping face in a daze. Dr. Yao had instructed him to make sure that Ling Xiao got enough sleep tonight, so he didn’t know if this was considered mission accomplished. But for him, this was the second wrong step following the first wrong step in the cave, and whether there would be a third or fourth… Ying Feng, who was always firm about the future, was suddenly at a loss for words.

The clothes of the two were messily piled up on the side. Ying Feng casually reached out, grabbing something hard, and quickly realized it was the token he always kept in his jacket pocket. Through the layer of cloth, the object felt particularly hot to the touch. Startled, Ying Feng let the clothes fall to the ground.

He buried his face deeply in his hands, feeling as though he had ventured down a path where everything was wrong. He felt he had lost the right to search for his other half from his previous life. Even his present Qizi seemed to have suffered emotional trauma because of him. His life had barely reached its tenth year, and yet it seemed to be forcibly stamped with a huge mark of failure, a failure that would last a lifetime.

In contrast to Ying Feng, who was immersed in post-passionate desolation, Ling Xiao seemed to have let everything go, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. After enduring three nights of painful insomnia, he finally got to enjoy a dreamless sleep. In stark contrast was Ying Feng, who tossed and turned the entire night. It was only as the sun began to rise that, in the dim morning light, he vaguely decided on the direction for his next step.

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