ATAVID CH90

Jiang Qunyu blanked momentarily. “…?”

What was the meaning of this? Was Wei Xun planning to engage in a purely Platonic dynamic with him?

He carried absolutely zero inkling as to when this man had developed such an innocent streak.

On second thought, Wei Xun was still nursing injuries. If he were to aggressively press for some explicit, adult activities at this exact moment, it would truly be forcing the man’s hand. Furthermore, he hadn’t fully completed his own mental preparation either; they had only recently solidified their feelings, and rushing straight to the main event on the very first day of navigating a romantic relationship felt like a terrifyingly rapid pace.

While Jiang Qunyu’s thoughts ran rampant in a chaotic whorl, his eyelids gradually grew heavy. In his drifting, semi-conscious state, he merely possessed a vague sensation of Wei Xun hoisting him up in a horizontal carry, stepping barefoot across the floor to deposit him onto the mattress with absolute, feather-light care. The man then settled down beside him, locking him securely within his embrace before they drifted off into sleep together.

The following morning, Jiang Qunyu was systematically kissed awake by Wei Xun.

He remained silent for a brief moment before completely losing his patience, snapping his leg out to deliver a measured, blunt kick straight into Wei Xun’s shin. The dense, lingering sequence of soft kisses and light nips peppering his neck finally ground to a halt. Jiang Qunyu lifted his eyes to glare at him, a completely manufactured, icy smirk plastered across his face. “Heheh.”

Seeing that he had awakened, Wei Xun leaned over without a fraction of hesitation to seal their lips.

Initially, Jiang Qunyu felt incredibly self-conscious, primarily because the situation felt profoundly bizarre. In his recollections, the last time he and Wei Xun had occupied that particular dwelling within the Lingxiao Sect—on the day prior to his departure—the two of them had literally been locked in a violent, physical altercation. He had even gone so far as to scratch Wei Xun’s face, resulting in the man tracking his every movement with a dark, brooding glare and radiating a suffocating chill across the entire journey from the Lingxiao Sect to the mortal realm.

Yet right now, the two of them were resting intimately beneath the sheets, locked in a deep kiss. No matter how he processed the visual, the contrast was jarringly surreal. As the kiss prolonged, Jiang Qunyu lost his composure entirely, a sharp laugh escaping his lips.

Wei Xun reached out and pinched his cheek between his fingers, applying a slight, displeased pressure as his thumb rubbed over the skin, his brow furrowing slightly. “What are you laughing at?”

Having his jaw rubbed until it throbbed with a dull ache, a wave of irritation rose within him. Jiang Qunyu slapped the man’s hand away, the remnants of amusement still dancing within the corners of his eyes. “Didn’t you state last night that you intended to execute absolutely nothing?”

Wei Xun tilted his head, throwing a highly peculiar, flat glance toward him with those bottomless, dark eyes. “When did I utter such words?”

The moment the question left his lips, he locked his fingers firmly around the nape of Jiang Qunyu’s neck, leaning down to claim his lips once more with absolute authority.

This particular kiss was light-years deeper and vastly more intense than the previous one, carrying a desperate, possessive grip that left zero room for evasion. Jiang Qunyu instantly lost all capacity to focus on external matters as that same heavy, ambiguous atmosphere from the prior evening saturated the chamber once more.

The bed curtains hung low, filtering the incoming light into a dim, hazy glow. Wei Xun’s ink-black hair cascaded over his shoulders like a sheet of pure silk, the stray strands brushing softly against Jiang Qunyu’s neck with a crisp, cool sensation. Keeping his eyes slightly lowered, his lips felt icy against his own—looking for all the world like a seductive, breathtaking demon lurking within the absolute shadows of the night to harvest a mortal’s soul.

The temperature of his physical vessel felt distinctively cooler than Jiang Qunyu’s, carrying the crisp scent of winter’s fresh snowfall. His thick, long eyelashes fluttered softly, casting delicate, fan-like shadows over his cheekbones.

A brilliant wave of crimson erupted across Jiang Qunyu’s ears at a visible velocity, bleeding down the column of his neck until his entire form felt completely out of alignment. His breathing accelerated rapidly, his limbs turning so thoroughly weak he couldn’t muster a shred of physical leverage, while his mind dissolved into an absolute void.

It was profoundly bizarre.

Why did it feel this intensely overwhelming? Why was it that a mere sequence of kisses possessed the absolute power to drain him of his entire cultivation, leaving him completely incapacitated?

Unable to contain the rising sensations, a soft gasp escaped Jiang Qunyu’s throat.

That singular sound effectively shattered the absolute limit of Wei Xun’s restraint. The kiss that had maintained a semblance of gentleness moments ago erupted into a violent, tempestuous assault, bearing down on him with a paranoid, predatory hunger.

The sheer pressure of his lips was staggering. Jiang Qunyu honestly began to wonder if the graphic threats Wei Xun had uttered the night before weren’t hyperbole—is this guy literally trying to consume me alive?

Driven by equal parts panic and intense annoyance, he instinctively parted his teeth and delivered a sharp bite straight onto the tip of Wei Xun’s tongue, attempting to force him to moderate his force.

Yet Wei Xun remained completely unfazed. Far from retreating, his posture grew exponentially more aggressive, allowing the metallic tang of fresh blood to bleed across their locked lips, blending their breathing into one cohesive current.

It was only when Jiang Qunyu’s chest tightened to a suffocating degree—hovering on the absolute precipice of blacking out within the depths of that relentless kiss—that Wei Xun finally relented, pulling back a fraction of an inch with a distinctly lingering, unsated gaze.

Keeping his thick eyelashes slightly lowered, his dark eyes bared down on the young man pinned beneath him. He tracked how Jiang Qunyu’s chest heaved violently as he gasped greedily for air, his cheeks painted a brilliant crimson and his eyes clouded with a dazed, watery sheen.

“Jiang Qunyu,” he murmured, his gaze carrying a faint trace of a genuine smile as he delivered a thoroughly honest critique. “Your stamina is remarkably lacking.”

Jiang Qunyu’s breathing hitched instantly, his pride taking a massive, catastrophic blow. Delivering a cold scoff, he braced his weight, snapped his hands out, and ruthlessly shoved Wei Xun flat onto the mattress. Leaning over his form, he dropped his head and drove his lips down with absolute vengeance.

Ordinarily, Wei Xun possessed the physical leverage to overpower him with zero effort, yet at this moment, he offered absolutely zero resistance, remaining completely docile under his absolute jurisdiction.

Channelling every ounce of his pent-up irritation into the movement, Jiang Qunyu kissed him without a shred of restraint, clumsily mimicking the aggressive patterns Wei Xun had deployed moments prior. However, given that he had never initiated an advance with this degree of assertion in his entire existence, his mechanics were thoroughly unrefined and devoid of any logical structure. After a few rounds of messy friction, the corners of both their lips were scraped raw, sporting minor, delicate abrasions.

Once he concluded that he had extracted an adequate amount of vengeance, Jiang Qunyu finally released his hold, tilting his chin up in absolute triumph. “Is Madam satisfied this time around?”

Wei Xun lay stretched across the mattress, his ink-black hair spreading across the brocade duvet like a splash of dark calligraphy. His lower lip had been nipped open by the young man’s teeth, a minute bead of crimson blood welling at the corner. The man who usually projected an aura of absolute ice and detached severity currently possessed a soft, resonant smile within the depths of his eyes, every shred of his typical aloofness completely eradicated.

Staring down at his current state, Jiang Qunyu felt a sudden, ticklish pull within his chest. Operating entirely on an unbidden impulse, he leaned forward once more and gently pressed a soft kiss straight over the blood-stained corner of the man’s mouth.

However, he was completely blocked from retreating this time. Swiftly snapping his arm out, Wei Xun locked his hand around his waist, the sheer physical leverage behind the grip leaving absolutely zero room for evasion. Jiang Qunyu was forced flush against his chest.

A cool sequence of kisses descended upon him once more, though they ceased to restrict themselves to his lips. The soft touch grazed his brow, his eyelids, the side of his face, before gradually navigating a downward path to settle over the column of his slight neck. Wei Xun closed his lips over his Adam’s apple, his canines lightly rubbing and nipping against the sensitive skin.

Jiang Qunyu’s entire frame locked into a rigid freeze, the final string of restraint within his mind snapping instantly. Dropping flat against Wei Xun’s chest with his limbs entirely drained of leverage, he was left completely at the mercy of the man’s movements.

Yet the exact fraction of a second he registered Wei Xun’s subsequent trajectory, an absolute wave of panic filled his mind. He rasped out a frantic barrier: “You are forbidden to lick!”

He thrashed against his hold in an attempt to push himself upright, but his muscles felt as though every shred of alignment had been systematically extracted. After a prolonged struggle, he simply collapsed right back into Wei Xun’s embrace in a thoroughly weakened state.

Wei Xun appeared to let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the physical vibrations rippling through his chest causing Jiang Qunyu’s heart to flutter in absolute chaos.

In the next fraction of a second, Wei Xun flicked his tongue straight across Jiang Qunyu’s Adam’s apple.

A violent, electric wave of intense, numbing heat erupted from the base of his spine and shot straight to the crown of his skull. Jiang Qunyu froze completely on the spot, entirely paralyzed. Wei Xun’s movements ground to an immediate halt as well, a brief trace of bewilderment passing through his features. Simultaneously, both of their gazes instinctively tracked downward.

Jiang Qunyu blanked in absolute processing for a brief moment. The exact fraction of a second reality registered, a brilliant sheet of crimson flooded his cheeks. Driven by equal parts extreme mortification and blinding annoyance, he snatched the nearest pillow resting beside them and ruthlessly slammed it straight over Wei Xun’s face.

Listening to the low, muffled rumbles of pure, unadulterated amusement vibrating beneath the fabric, he scrambled off the bed in an absolute panic, his teeth practically gritting together as he barked, “Wei Xun, screw you and your entire lineage!”

Leaving the curse hanging in the air, he turned on his heel and bolted into the inner chamber.

By the time he emerged from the room once more, Wei Xun had already transitioned into a pristine, white linen robe. The fabric was entirely unadorned, casting his form in an even more severe, ethereal light. The teasing playfulness that had danced across his features moments ago had dissipated significantly, leaving him with his typical mask of detached, lofty composure.

Jiang Qunyu curled his lip, delivering a cold jibe: “A literal wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Wei Xun remained completely unbothered by the mockery, merely lifting his eyes to state in a flat, tranquil tone, “If Husband deems it so, then so it is.”

That singular invocation of ‘Husband’ effectively struck Jiang Qunyu completely dumb. His cheeks burned with an intense heat while his chest felt as though a massive jar of pure honey had been uncorked, a sweet warmth expanding through his veins. The entire issue regarding the man’s deliberate seduction was instantly cast to the absolute margins of his mind.

As Wei Xun guided him onto the seat before the vanity table, his mind was already executing a massive sequence of calculations on how to thoroughly redeem his dignity during their next encounter. He didn’t forget to project a fiercely aggressive tone as he delivered a strict mandate: “You are forbidden to lick me ever again next time!”

“For what reason?” Wei Xun inquired softly, keeping his eyes lowered as he began to bind his long hair. “Did it cause you discomfort?”

Jiang Qunyu choked on his words, an awkward flush creeping across his ears once more as he stammered out a vague, “It is simply unacceptable, period.”

Having the man kiss him was already a profoundly bizarre experience; throwing a lick into the equation—while admittedly delivering an intense wave of pleasure—triggered a foreign sensation that was simply too overwhelming to process. He honestly felt as though a hundred rabbits were currently kicking frantically within the confines of his chest cavity.

“Very well,” Wei Xun conceded smoothly.

Jiang Qunyu let out a massive sigh of relief.

The moment Wei Xun’s fingertips left his hair after flawlessly securing the high ponytail, Jiang Qunyu vaulted up from the stool, grabbed Wei Xun by the shoulders, and forced him onto the seat before the vanity, filled with a sudden surge of animation to return the favor.

“I am utilizing a green silk ribbon today; you shall deploy the exact same coloration,” Jiang Qunyu stated as he began to rifle through the collection of vibrant silk cords scattered across the table, his tone carrying a distinct trace of unbidden excitement.

Wei Xun offered a soft grunt of assent. Extending his slender fingers, he bypassed the array of multi-colored ribbons entirely, extracting a single, unadorned green cord from the pile and handing it back to him.

Jiang Qunyu executed the binding with absolute focus and meticulous care. Taking a step back to evaluate his handiwork, he nodded in absolute satisfaction before a specific memory surfaced, a teasing smirk curling his lips. “Didn’t you harbor an absolute aversion to looking into mirrors in the past? Why exactly have you established a bronze mirror within your private quarters now?”

The ambient air fell into an absolute, heavy silence. The sky stretching over the Nine Underworlds naturally shared an identical composition with the Demon Realm—permanently locked in a dense, suffocating shade of leaden gray, looking for all the world like a sheet of parchment thoroughly saturated with thick ink.

Wei Xun lowered his eyelids, remaining silent for a prolonged duration. The muted, gray light filtering through the window pane settled across his white robes, outlining his form in a crisp, cold perimeter.

Lifting his eyes, his gaze locked onto Jiang Qunyu’s reflection through the bronze mirror. He stated with absolute tranquility: “Because I missed you intensely.”

Jiang Qunyu’s movements ground to an immediate, violent halt. His chest felt as though an invisible hand had clamped tightly around his heart, a sharp wave of intense sorrow instantly climbing up his nasal passage, leaving him entirely speechless for a brief moment.

Staring at a face he had once utterly loathed… simply to process his longing for me?

Jiang Qunyu pressed his lips into a tight line. Grabbing Wei Xun by the hand, he guided him over to the edge of the daybed, rose onto the tips of his toes, and drove his lips straight against his.

A flash of genuine surprise passed through Wei Xun’s features before he fluidly leaned down to return the advance. He executed the kiss with an absolute, feather-light gentleness, handling him with the degree of care reserved for an irreplaceable, priceless treasure.

Unfortunately, the profound sorrow swelling within Jiang Qunyu’s chest didn’t manage to survive for long before it was violently terminated by a specific sensation manifesting along his waistline. His face instantly darkened. His gaze locked onto the tip of Wei Xun’s finger, which had quietly and calculatedly unraveled the knot of his sash. He muttered through gritted teeth: “…Remove your hand.”

While Wei Xun did indeed harbor a desperate, all-consuming desire to wrap his arms around Jiang Qunyu to sleep—and ideally maximize his opportunities to kiss and lick his form—in order to prevent the extreme, paranoid possessiveness swirling within his meridians from terrifying the young man, he deduced that it was best to maintain his mask of docility for a few more days. He retracted his hand with a distinctly disappointed sigh. “It was not my intention.”

Jiang Qunyu shot back, “It had best not have been.”

After a prolonged sequence of sticky, lingering back-and-forth, Jiang Qunyu finally recalled his original agenda. Rifling through the extensive collection of garments Wei Xun had compiled for him at some unknown point, he extracted a suitable set, donned the robes, and prepared to vault out through the window pane.

Yet the exact fraction of a second he cleared the sill—before his feet could even establish firm leverage on the ground—he caught sight of a white silhouette descending right beside him. Wei Xun had fluidly scaled the window immediately after him, standing by his side with a thoroughly natural expression.

Jiang Qunyu: “…Didn’t I explicitly state that I was heading out to locate Wen Xingyao to extract some intelligence? What exactly are you shadowing me for?”

Wei Xun had never processed the luxury of mind to mask his absolute malice toward Wen Xingyao, particularly considering the man had actively attempted to abduct Jiang Qunyu the prior evening; that specific debt had yet to be systematically settled.

Dropping his eyelids slightly, a cold, listless aura radiated from his form as he delivered a flat, unyielding declaration: “Our paths align. I happen to possess specific inquiries to direct toward his person as well.”

In truth, Jiang Qunyu harbored a massive amount of skepticism regarding the absolute validity of that claim. However, evaluating how flawlessly the man had behaved from the prior evening up to this exact moment, his mind experienced a temporary lapse in logic, causing him to accept the manufactured excuse.

That lapse in judgment persisted until Wei Xun closed the distance with absolute intimacy, forcefully interlacing their fingers in a tight hold. As a direct consequence of this blatant display, every single ghost cultivator they encountered along the paths froze completely on the spot the moment they caught sight of their highly affectionate posture, their expressions completely petrified with absolute terror as if they had laid eyes on a lethal deity.

One particular short, stout ghost cultivator was so thoroughly traumatized that his long tongue literally slipped from his mouth, remaining frozen in a dazed state for a prolonged duration.

Only then did Jiang Qunyu fully comprehend the true definition of shooting oneself in the foot. He stared straight ahead with a completely wooden expression, a silent realization echoing through his mind: A breathtaking visage is truly a catastrophic distraction, Jiang Qunyu!

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Author’s Note:

A complimentary trivia contest for the readers: Guess exactly how many days Wei Xun manages to maintain this docility.