“Can you only speak the truth now?”
“Yeah…”
Wen Fengjin bent down, lowered his head, and the pointed fingers supported Wang Xiaomei’s forehead, forcing him to follow the force and lift his head.
They locked eyes. Wen Fengjin was like an evil dragon with his own background music, while Wang Xiaomei resembled a foolish prince who didn’t even reach the evil dragon’s legs.
After a moment of silence, Wen Fengjin suddenly elongated his tone and made a wicked ‘Hmm~’ sound.
Wang Xiaomei shivered at that moment.
It’s said that there is something wrong if you're not enthusiastic when admitting mistakes, and that a wise man submits to circumstances; anyway, being submissive is the right approach!
Maybe saying a few nice words now could save his life, but Wang Xiaomei overlooked the ‘truth curse’ that Feathers had bestowed upon him.
So…
“I was wrong!” Wang Xiaomei said.
Then he added, “But I’ll dare again next time!”
One second he admitted his mistake, the next second he couldn’t help but speak the truth. In short, he was too awesome! Heh.
In response to this, Wang Xiaomei’s inner voice: “…” Sonofabitch!!!
Watching Wen Fengjin’s smile growing bigger and bigger, Wang Xiaomei almost zipped his own mouth shut. Panicking, he covered his mouth, only to have Wen Fengjin effortlessly use one hand to restrain both of his wrists, pressing them against the glass above his head.
“Now is the time for the truth,” Wen Fengjin approached him, their noses almost touching as they inhaled each other’s scents, their gazes entangled.
In his mind, Wang Xiaomei screamed that he was screwed. Just as he was about to endure the pain and refrain from blurting out nonsense, Wen Fengjin exerted pressure with his fingers. The stinging sensation on his forehead made Wang Xiaomei’s eyes once again lock onto those abyss-like eyes.
“If you endure the pain and lie, I’ll know,” the man said. “At that point, it won’t be a matter that pain can solve. Be obedient, okay?”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Do I have any other choice besides saying okay? Wang Xiaomei wailed in his heart.
So, in the bathroom, they embarked on the most genuine ‘truth or dare’ game.
“About the feather pattern, have you been hiding anything from me?” Wen Fengjin smirked, fixing his gaze on Wang Xiaomei like a predator.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Qjcu Wljbwfl: “Tfr.”
“Qtja lr la?”
“P— Pa’r ragjcuf ktfc P ibbx ja sbe. P vfrqfgjafis kjca ab ufa mibrf ab sbe, jcv obg rbwf gfjrbc, P kjca ab…”
“Qjca ab ktja?”
“Dlaf sbeg atgbja.”
Qfc Mfcuplc’r gfv jcv wblra ilqr megnfv lcab j wbgf pbsoei rwlif. “Qtja lo sbe ylaf jcv ygfjx la? Gb sbe kjca ab vglcx atf yibbv lcrlvf?”
Wang Xiaomei, trying to suppress that response, paled, but the warning look in Wen Fengjin’s eyes intimidated him.
“…Yes,” he admitted. Wang Xiaomei didn’t understand why such wicked thoughts crossed his mind, and his restrained hand slowly clenched.
“I won’t be angry,” Wen Fengjin interrupted Wang Xiaomei’s self-blame, removing his hand from Wang Xiaomei’s forehead. He then parted the lips of the milk dog with a teasing smile, revealing a set of small tiger teeth, “On the contrary, I’m looking forward to it.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
“I’m quite satisfied with this question. Before the next one…” Wen Fengjin turned his face to plant a kiss on Wang Xiaomei’s lips, their lips pressing together and then quickly parting.
“Good children deserve candies and rewards,” Wen Fengjin raised an eyebrow, a gleam in his eyes.
‘Boom!’
Wang Xiaomei’s face turned bright red, and his neck and earlobes were not spared.
Wen Fengjin thoroughly enjoyed the scene, and his questions became increasingly wicked.
“Do you like a certain part of my body?”
“…The face, chest muscles, and…,” Wang Xiaomei struggled but couldn’t hold back, “and you know what.”
“Oh~ Were you satisfied with my performance yesterday?”
“…Satisfied.”
“Did it feel good?”
“…It felt good.”
“My…”
“Can you please stop saying things inappropriate for children!!!” Wang Xiaomei’s face was so red that it seemed about to explode on the spot.
“Alright, the last question,” Wen Fengjin promised.
“Do you love me?”
“…”
“I’ve said no lying, don’t provoke me, Xiaomei. What’s your answer?”
Wang Xiaomei was forced to sit on the cool sink, his hands restrained, unable to escape. It felt like he was being bullied. It’s right to say it was a mix of embarrassment and anger, or just feeling wronged.
He sniffed, pursing his lips tightly, refusing to speak.
Wen Fengjin kissed his lips again, this time gentle and encouraging.
“Tell me, what’s your answer?”
“…Love you, okay! Are you satisfied now!”
Wang Xiaomei resembled a small creature backed into a corner, unable to resist, and on the verge of crying out of frustration.
He shouted, then let out a few defeated sobs.
Wen Fengjin’s pressed his nose against the apple-red cheek, as if he could smell the sweet fruity scent through the thin layer of skin.
He straightened up, closed his eyes that were filled with love and stored the softest emotion in the Demon Lord’s life, loosened the other person’s restraints, pressed the person’s back of the head and kneaded him into his chest.
In that chest, the heart that had been too calm only beat for one person.
A muffled voice came from his embrace.
“You asshole! Sonofabitch! You are a big sonofabitch!”
Wen Fengjin, with closed eyes, faintly acknowledged, “So, do you like?”
Wang Xiaomei, with red eyes, wanted to say he didn’t like it.
But when he opened his mouth, what came out was, “I really like.”
“…”
Ah, ah, ahhh!!! This darn truth bug!!!!!
Wang Xiaomei roared as he fell apart.
But above his head, a soft, gentle laughter echoed.
“I love you too, love you the most.”
“…”
“Really like you, really love you.”
“…”
Jerk! Wang Xiaomei muttered, snuggling into his chest.
They remained in a quiet embrace for a while.
“Oh, by the way,” Wen Fengjin kissed the top of his head and suddenly said, “I haven’t given you the final reward. Do you think it’s okay to give it here?”
Wang Xiaomei: “!!!”
Reward? What kind of reward is that!
Terrified, the chubby milk dog pushed away from the big bad wolf on top of him, trying to run away. However, he was grabbed by the back of his neck and pulled back.
“I’m just going to examine your feather pattern.”
The big bad wolf said, casually removing the clothes and thoroughly studying the milk dog.
… … …
Huddled in his room, feeling a twinge of conscience and contemplating intervention, Bai Yu just reached for the doorknob when he heard a miserable scream, unmistakably from Wang Xiaomei.
Bai Yu: “…”
…Forget it, a poor Daoist does not die for the sake of a dead pathfriend. I’ll see you again in the next life, brother!
[Censorship has turned off the lights.]
And hence our lil baby was eaten clean by his husband 😏😌