One month later.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw a crimson feather pattern snaking up from the chest. His fair skin highlighted it, making the tattoo, which resembled a painting of thin linked capillaries, stand out with a rose-in-snow-like beauty.
Wang Xiaomie traced the area near the chin on the left side of his face with his finger. A red pointed bud quietly emerged, now half a finger longer than a month ago.
Round fingertips measured a straight line from the left eye’s corner to the emerging red bud.
Closer… to his eyes.
Moreover, the tattoo seemed to have become intimately related to his body, yet at the same time, they were still two completely separate entities.
Like a mother nurturing offspring, the two lives were so close that they could distinctly feel each other’s presence.
The round fingertips pressed down forcefully, and an inexplicable emotion and sharp pain emanated from the feather pattern under the fingers. Wang Xiaomie frowned, released his hand, and bit his lower lip, his expression somewhat unsightly.
Not only was this thing strange, but it was also…
Wang Xiaomie returned to the upstairs bedroom.
After entering the room, his eyes involuntarily fell on the person sitting at the desk in the room.
At that moment, it was as if a filter had been added to his eyes, and an inexplicable light flickered at the bottom of his eyes. His gaze ‘greedily’ swept over the man sitting with legs crossed and leaning back in the chair, holding a book with one hand, with his long and narrow eyes lowered.
The room was filled with a bitter medicinal fragrance, unique to the person.
At that moment, Wang Xiaomie seemed to have switched perspectives, looking from a stranger’s eyes. He reacquainted himself with the man who slept by his side every day as if seeing him from a God’s eye view.
His eyeballs rolled slowly, as if containing something, flowing from that slender body that concealed hidden power.
The other person had just finished bathing, and silver strands of long hair spread out gorgeously and nobly. Some strands fell from the shoulders, sliding down to the abdomen in silver circles, while a few strands hung down on both sides of his face, forming curves that ended behind his back. However, most strands fell around the back of the chair onto the plush carpet.
The loosely hanging robe couldn’t conceal those long and straight legs. If one were to touch them, the feeling would extend from the knees to the calves as if it would never end.
Suddenly, those legs moved, and Wang Xiaomie blinked as if burned, feeling somewhat embarrassed. However, his long eyelashes covered his pupils, and the inexplicable perspective seemed to stick to him.
His gaze was fixed on the other’s chest. The man’s physique was indeed impressive, after all, he was a martial artist, known as the ‘number one person’ all those years ago. So, his chest wasn’t as slender as Wang Xiaomie’s.
Beautiful muscles tightly covered it, each piece of flesh exuding powerful explosiveness. When still, it was full of beauty, and when erupting, it was full of wildness and immense strength!
Like a silver beast at rest, lowering his eyelids and quietly lurking, when he strikes, he will tear everything apart, exposing flesh, heart, and the deepest, darkest secrets to the air…
Wang Xiaomie’s throat moved, gently exhaling the held breath, raising his hand to cover his mouth and nose.
The face of the silver-haired man was calm and noble, adorned with a proud beauty. From the crimson mark burning at the center of his forehead to the long eyebrows and sunken eye sockets… there was a shadow there, casting a circle that made the nose high and straight, and below it, a mouth with perfectly shaped lips.
Very red, very moist, the upper lip thin and the lower lip just right. When he smiled at someone, it seemed as if he carried the dignity of a king.
He observed discreetly, his gaze slow from his perspective. In reality, only a few seconds had passed, and the other person had also noticed him. When those long, narrow eyes with black pupils that occupied most of the eye sockets looked over, he nervously averted his gaze.
Am I sick? What just happened?
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Sharp fingertips combed through the black hair, lightly brushing it.
At this moment, Wang Xiaomie’s nose was only a few centimeters away from the other person’s neck.
The clearly defined collarbone and unguarded neck lay before him, along with the rich bitter fragrance seeping out from within.
Wang Xiaomie clenched his teeth, staring straight ahead.
“What’s wrong today? You haven’t spoken at all,” a low, deep voice suddenly came from above.
The sentence seemed to break something.
Wang Xiaomie was momentarily stunned, his eyes empty. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, not sure why he had acted as if he had been bewitched just now.
“…Nothing, just a bit sleepy,” he replied.
“Little liar.” The man chuckled in a low voice. “We don’t really need sleep.”
Wang Xiaomie also smiled, “I’ve gotten used to sleeping every day.”
“And, how’s the pattern on your body?” the man asked.
“Oh… that thing.”
Don’t tell him, it doesn’t hurt, don’t tell him.
Wang Xiaomie smiled and touched his shoulder, “It’s fine.”
“Is it? Let me see.”
“No need, let’s just lie down in the coffin for a while. It’s almost time to sleep.”
“Alright.”
A few minutes later, inside the red double burial coffin, Wen Fengjin turned his head silently, sighing, and covered Wang Xiaomie’s eyes with his palm.
“Aren’t we supposed to sleep? Why are you looking at me like this?”
Wang Xiaomie blinked, his long eyelashes brushing against Wen Fengjin’s slightly cool palm, bringing a tingling sensation.
“I don’t know, I just suddenly want to look at you today.”
To be honest, Wen Fengjin was momentarily taken aback by Wang Xiaomie’s straightforwardness. Then, a pleased curve slowly formed at the corner of his lips, and warmth appeared in his eyes.
In fact, after Wang Xiaomie said those words, even he was surprised. He didn’t know what had gotten into him today, feeling like he had taken a truth serum. Normally, he would just think about such things quietly in his heart, taking advantage of the situation discreetly.
Even though he and Wen Fengjin had known each other for two lifetimes, he was too shy to say such corny words. It was a bit weird. It was easy to be bold online or in one’s thoughts, but when faced with a real person, things got awkward.
Wang Xiaomie straightforwardly asked, “Don’t you like it when I look at you?”
His inner thoughts: …What the hell am I saying?
Wen Fengjin chuckled softly in response, “I do.”
Wang Xiaomie: “I like it too. I like looking at you, and I also like it when you look at me.”
—Embarrassed to the point of explosion! What’s up with my out-of-control mouth?! Fuck me, I’m dead!
Wen Fengjin withdrew his hand that was blocking Wang Xiaomie’s view. The two pairs of eyes locked onto each other, and after a moment, Wen Fengjin, with a teasing and ambiguous tone, elongated the sound, “Hmm~”
His half-closed eyes carried a smile and something indistinct as they roamed. Silver hair cascaded, giving off an alluring and mysterious vibe.
“So~ is it as I imagine?”
Wen Fengjin’s slightly cool hand held onto Wang Xiaomie’s hand, fingers interlocked, gently rubbing the soft pads of their fingers together.
Wang Xiaomie was frantically shaking his head in his mind: …No, no, no!
In reality, however, Wang Xiaomie straightforwardly nodded, “Yes, I want it.”
…I must be possessed, definitely. Wang Xiaomie thought, feeling utterly helpless.
After he spoke, Wen Fengjin’s laughter became more devilish, resembling someone about to indulge in a sweet treat. “You usually reject me, so I thought you don’t like it.”
Wang Xiaomie was scared, and goosebumps appeared on his back. But on the surface, he muttered softly and coquettishly.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just have to maintain some restraint. I’m a bit shy, you know? If I reject you once, you can ask a second time. It’s not like I’m really rejecting you. I wanted to say it before; every time you express how much you like me, but in the end, you give up after one rejection. Hmph, are you even a man?! Can’t you be a bit more forceful?! Don’t you understand the simple principle of ‘surrendering after making a show of resistance’?!”
As these words spilled out, Wang Xiaomie wished he could just bash his head against Wen Fengjin.
He didn’t understand, really didn’t understand. Ahhh, I can’t tell what I’m doing anymore! Fuckkkkk! Is this even human language? Have some shame! SHUT UP—!
He realized that he wasn’t acting normal today. He felt like he was soberly witnessing his own “drunken madness,” utterly embarrassing himself! My old face!!!
Wang Xiaomie tried to lift his hand to cover his mouth, but it was entwined with Wen Fengjin’s, and he couldn’t pull it away.
So, under Wen Fengjin’s increasingly amused smile, he could only stare wide-eyed, listening to their conversation in a state of utter breakdown.
Wen Fengjin chuckled, “Ah~ So, is that what you’ve been thinking?”
Wang Xiaomie (No! I haven’t!): “Yes, you’ve been ignoring me lately, always reading those ancient books without paying any attention to me—hmph! You’re either indifferent or unable to get it up!”
Wen Fengjin cocked an eyebrow, smiling, “Can’t get it up? Want to try it out yourself?”
Wang Xiaomie (No, no, no!): “Sure.”
…Ahhh, I’m dead.
The man leaned down, his shoulders shaking with laughter above Wang Xiaomie’s head.
Wang Xiaomie felt like he had never wanted to explode on the spot so badly in his entire life.
“Have you been drinking?”
“No.”
“Do you miss me this much?”
“Hmm.”
The little sweet zongzi freaking nodded, “…You haven’t really talked to me recently, so lonely.”
As for the inner Wang Xiaomie? He was already dead and buried.
Wen Fengjin also felt that Wang Xiaomie was acting strangely today. He smiled while rubbing the patterns on their interlocked palms, and his nose nuzzled against Wang Xiaomie’s neck, delicately sniffing.
When their eyes met in the darkness, Wen Fengjin remembered: this wasn’t an impostor; this was truly his shixiong, his Mian Deng, his Xiaomie.
Even in the darkness, his eyes remained clear and pure, only with a hint of blush on the cheeks and ears.
So, did he really neglect him lately?
Wen Fengjin bit Wang Xiaomie’s lips lightly.
However, he also noticed that his shixiong was surprisingly honest today, so Wen Fengjin whispered near his ear wickedly, “I’ll satisfy whatever you want. So, what do you desire? Hmm?”
A quiet answer came from below, and the smile on Wen Fengjin’s face deepened, accompanied by a bitter medicinal fragrance.
“Alright.”
He said, “Your wish is my command.”
……
[Fade to black]
……
The next morning, Wang Xiaomie expressionlessly faced the world with a messy head of hair. If it weren’t for his powerful regenerative abilities, he wouldn’t know how he survived until morning. More importantly, he had no clue what questionable thing he ate yesterday to make him court disaster by blurting out those words to Wen Fengjin!
However, he soon discovered something even more terrifying.
He couldn’t lie anymore!
[Author’s note: This stuff has many side effects, but it’s closely related to their blood.]
Translator:
Dear Author, your readers would have appreciated some genuine ‘candy.’ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) Right, guys?
+1 I for one would have definitely appreciated some candy Chipoholic👀😏
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