ATAVID CH103

Jiang Qunyu froze for a moment. “Oh.”

Imitating Wei Xun’s gesture, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, his eyes curving into smiling crescents as he teased, “I knew it—you really are a total hopeless romantic.”

Wei Xun leaned down and nipped the side of Jiang Qunyu’s neck before asking in a somewhat listless tone, “I truly only have you in my mind. What about you? Are you not only thinking of me too?”

Jiang Qunyu had no idea why Wei Xun loved biting him so much. Refusing to admit defeat, he bit Wei Xun’s neck right back. He had originally wanted to deny it, but recalling how miserably Wei Xun had lived for the past century inside the Mirror of Inquiry, he leaned in affectionately and said, “I only think of you, too.”

Having finally heard the answer he desired as if his lifelong wish had been fulfilled, the tension between Wei Xun’s brows smoothed out considerably. He took Jiang Qunyu by the hand and continued guiding him up the white jade steps.

Revisiting this old haunt stirred a sense of nostalgia in Jiang Qunyu’s heart. Raising his eyes, he noticed several strings of delicate silver bells still hanging from the window frames of the top-floor heated pavilion. Whenever the wind blew, they chimed with a crisp, clear melody.

He remarked with novelty, “So you went out of your way to add so many silver bells later on? Back then, I merely hung a single one on the Soul-Devouring Sword on a whim, and you complained it was far too noisy.”

Wei Xun lowered his gaze. “Because I missed you.”

Jiang Qunyu’s heart softened. He lifted their joined hands slightly, leaning down to press a kiss onto the back of Wei Xun’s hand. “Then in a few days, let’s head down to the mortal realm again. I’ll buy you plenty of silver bells then.”

Wei Xun thought about it, pushing his luck to add, “And a sword tassel. The old one has faded.”

Since they were just two small trinkets, Jiang Qunyu readily agreed. “Alright.”

Upon entering the heated pavilion, Jiang Qunyu noticed a few storybooks resting on the low table, all of which were brand-new volumes he had never seen before.

He kicked off his shoes, sat on the soft daybed, and snuggled into Wei Xun’s embrace. His slender, jade-like fingers turned the pages one by one. “Oh! So these are the kinds of storybooks that have been popular these past few years?”

Wei Xun rested his chin lightly on Jiang Qunyu’s shoulder, his long arm wrapped securely around the other’s waist. Their dark hair tangled and mingled together as they leaned into each other, appearing exceptionally intimate. He said in a lazy tone, “If you don’t like them, we can buy different ones later.”

Jiang Qunyu wasn’t particularly picky when it came to reading storybooks, but this specific one was making his throat feel rather dry.

The plot of the storybook was actually quite mundane; his dry throat was entirely due to the restlessness of the man behind him.

Warm lips pressed against his earlobe, rubbing and licking lightly, causing a shiver to run through his entire body. Jiang Qunyu truly couldn’t bear it anymore. With the tips of his ears flushing red and his breathing growing slightly erratic, he tried to stop him in a soft voice, “…Stop licking, it tickles.”

Wei Xun let out a soft laugh.

He reached out and nudged the strings of silver bells hanging by the window. Hearing the crisp chiming of the bells, Jiang Qunyu’s heart softened yet again. He could only relent, saying, “Then you can only kiss me for a little while.”

A trace of amusement flickered in Wei Xun’s eyes. He let out a soft sigh, wondering what he was supposed to do when Jiang Qunyu’s heart was always so incredibly soft.

And… why was he so sensitive?

With just a simple touch, he couldn’t stop shivering.

From the back of his neck to the base of his ears, a faint crimson blush spread. His long, butterfly-wing eyelashes fluttered, and he hadn’t turned the page of the storybook for quite some time.

Wei Xun reached out to flip the page for him, reminding him, “Jiang Qunyu, focus.”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

Damn it, he wanted to focus, but why didn’t this bastard stop kissing him first?!

Furthermore, the kisses were so light, making him feel as though Wei Xun was merely scratching an itch from outside the boot—it was incredibly frustrating and agonizing.

“Oh,” he responded dryly. He cast a random glance at the text and, with his mind completely blank, flipped another page.

Wei Xun silently hooked the corner of his lips.

He bit into the side of Jiang Qunyu’s neck, nibbling and kissing with dense, meticulous movements. One of his hands held Jiang Qunyu by the waist, while the other moved to undo his robe’s sash.

As the clothing slid off, a smooth, pale, rounded shoulder was exposed. A stray breeze drifted inside, carrying a hint of cold, causing Jiang Qunyu to shudder involuntarily.

Wei Xun reached out to close the window. Whether intentionally or accidentally, he brushed against the strings of silver bells once more. They rang continuously in the quiet pavilion, their clear chimes weaving together, wrapping around the room’s lingering, affectionate warmth.

A damp, cool sensation traveled from the back of his neck down his beautiful spine, yet it somehow caused Jiang Qunyu’s entire body to burn with heat. His fingertips gripped the storybook tightly, crumpling the paper pages. He truly couldn’t take it anymore.

He tried to negotiate with Wei Xun: “…I, I want to kiss you.”

He wanted to kiss Wei Xun properly.

He needed it to soothe the restless, unendurable agitation churning deep within his heart.

“Is it very uncomfortable?” Wei Xun’s kissing halted. He straightened up, enveloping Jiang Qunyu from behind. His warm breath brushed against the reddened tip of the other’s ear as he asked in a low voice.

“…A little,” Jiang Qunyu murmured, his voice trembling slightly. “It also feels very strange.”

Wei Xun lowered his gaze, his eyes falling upon the other’s slightly tensed instep. Jiang Qunyu was born with a naturally cold, porcelain-white complexion, making the faint blue veins clearly visible as they snaked delicately upward, disappearing into the bunched-up fabric of his clothes.

Instead of yielding to Jiang Qunyu’s wish by leaning forward to kiss him, Wei Xun merely offered his own hand, whispering coaxingly in his ear, “If you’re truly feeling so uncomfortable, you can use my hand.”

Jiang Qunyu blanked out for a moment.

Wei Xun continued, “It’s not as if we haven’t done this before. But this time, use my hand to do it yourself. Won’t that be good?”

Perhaps because the very air was drenched in ambiguity at this moment, Jiang Qunyu, guided by some inexplicable impulse, took hold of Wei Xun’s hand and guided it beneath his clothing.

However, it wasn’t long before he gave up on himself out of sheer frustration. Releasing his hold on Wei Xun, he spoke with a crying tone, “You do it, just you do it!”

Burying his face into the crook of Jiang Qunyu’s neck, Wei Xun burst out laughing. “Jiang Qunyu, we haven’t even started yet. Why are you already crying?”

Jiang Qunyu was too lazy to speak to him. Refusing to admit it, he resorted to hurling curses instead: “Your eyesight is terrible! And you’re absolutely no good!”

Smiling, Wei Xun supported his waist and turned him around to face him. Leaning in, he gently kissed away his tears one by one.

Then, starting from his eyes, he worked his way down—kissing his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and finally capturing his lips.

Jiang Qunyu’s eyes were misty and unfocused, making him look incredibly pitiful.

Wei Xun licked open his lips and kissed him deeply. The subtle, wet sounds of their intimacy had nowhere to hide in the silent space.

The air felt as though it were boiling under a blazing summer sun, threatening to melt them down completely.

After kissing for a while, Wei Xun pulled back slightly, nuzzling his nose against Jiang Qunyu’s lips as a gesture of reassurance. Only then did he press his lips down to his jawline, and then to his prominent Adam’s apple.

Jiang Qunyu let out broken, continuous whimpers.

Supporting Jiang Qunyu by the waist, Wei Xun casually grabbed a cushion and propped it behind him.

Even though it wasn’t as if the two of them hadn’t bared themselves to each other before, Jiang Qunyu still felt incredibly embarrassed—especially since his own clothes were nearly entirely stripped away, while Wei Xun remained fully clothed.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

Wei Xun took hold of his hand, his voice incredibly hoarse: “You do it.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t stand on ceremony with him either. Only after he had thoroughly stripped the clothes off Wei Xun’s body did he finally feel a bit better.

Wei Xun pulled him into his arms, and the two resumed their deep kiss.

Jiang Qunyu was kissed until his entire body flushed a delicate, pale shrimp-pink.

Before long, he felt uncomfortable again, whimpering and complaining continuously.

Wei Xun lowered his eyes to look at him. The young man’s ink-black hair was scattered loosely behind him, and his face was only the size of a palm, featuring delicate, exquisite traits. His eyelashes were damp from tears, his thin lips were red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth had been slightly chafed during their intense kiss, oozing a tiny bead of blood.

His frame was somewhat slender, and his skin was exceedingly pale, with those two points flushing a light, soft pink.

Wei Xun’s breathing turned heavy. He merely brushed his lips against them gently.

Jiang Qunyu couldn’t help but let out a gasp. In the next instant, an expletive slipped past his lips: “Fuck!”

He grabbed Wei Xun’s hair. “Wei Xun, what the hell are you doing?!”

Wei Xun didn’t find it painful at all. The dark intensity in his eyes was completely unconcealed. Letting out a soft laugh, he pressed forward again in a vengeful manner, resembling a starving wolfhound that had finally caught its favored prey and refused to let go.

“Hiss—” A sharp sting blended with a wave of intense numbness surged upward simultaneously. Jiang Qunyu panted rapidly, forced to bite his own lip to resist the impulse he had nearly failed to contain.

Wei Xun seemed somewhat dissatisfied. He straightened his upper body, his thumb locking onto Jiang Qunyu’s jaw. His voice was husky: “Open your mouth.”

Jiang Qunyu refused. Thus, Wei Xun shifted his focus elsewhere.

An indescribable sensation instantly set Jiang Qunyu’s nerves and blood ablaze. Wei Xun was still kissing him—kissing his neck, his jaw. As the two pressed tightly against each other, they would occasionally brush past one another by accident, causing Jiang Qunyu to cry out once more.

Thoroughly satisfied, Wei Xun cast a glance at the tangled mess of clothes. He gathered Jiang Qunyu into his arms and patted his back gently. “Don’t cry anymore.”

Jiang Qunyu wrapped his arms around Wei Xun’s neck, his voice still trembling with weakness as he asked, “Can we take a break, please?”

“Mm,” Wei Xun replied.

However, before Jiang Qunyu could even breathe a sigh of relief, that very same hand with distinct knuckles—the one he had used just a few minutes prior—pressed down against that specific spot.

Perhaps because they had been kissing for too long, Jiang Qunyu felt as though his entire being was about to melt, allowing everything to proceed with unexpected smoothness.

Jiang Qunyu stiffened completely against Wei Xun’s body. His eyes widened as he stared blankly into Wei Xun’s ink-black pupils. The heartbeat within his chest lost all semblance of rhythm, thumping violently against his ribs, while a deep crimson flush thoroughly stained his ears and neck.

“A-Xiong,” Wei Xun called out to him.

Jarred by the stimulus, Jiang Qunyu tensed slightly. Wei Xun leaned down to kiss his lips. “Relax a bit?”

Jiang Qunyu felt his scalp go numb. He lowered his eyes to look. In truth, whether he looked or not no longer mattered because he could feel it clearly. His features were filled with absolute bewilderment as he questioned Wei Xun, “Did you perhaps get something wrong?”

Weren’t their positions supposed to be reversed?!

Wei Xun lowered his eyelids, probing a step further.

Before Jiang Qunyu could manage to say anything else, Wei Xun asked him, “Does it hurt?”

“…”

Wei Xun let out a low laugh. “Jiang Qunyu, with this little strength of yours, you should worry more about whether you’ll have enough energy left to cry.”

“………”

Jiang Qunyu attempted to scramble away, but when he realized that his entire body truly lacked even a shred of strength, he finally accepted this grim reality in utter despair.

In truth, it wasn’t that he couldn’t accept being the one underneath, but Wei Xun was simply too terrifying—he couldn’t handle it at all.

Sure enough, the very moment Wei Xun truly pushed forward, even when it was merely the barest fraction, Jiang Qunyu could no longer bear it. “Get out!”

Wei Xun could only lean in close to kiss his eyes and his lips. One of his hands held the other’s waist securely, while his other hand moved to soothe him. His breathing was heavy and ragged: “Be good.”

After a prolonged pause, Jiang Qunyu felt his entire body aching with an unendurable restlessness, a deep craving spreading from the very marrow of his bones. He wrapped his arms tightly around Wei Xun’s neck and nuzzled his face against Wei Xun’s cheek, whispering softly, “It feels much better now.”

Having received permission, Wei Xun finally moved in earnest.

Both of them let out a muffled groan simultaneously.

Wei Xun nipped the tip of Jiang Qunyu’s ear, murmuring, “If you want to cry, just cry. I won’t laugh at you.”

Jiang Qunyu averted his eyes, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

A pulse that did not belong to him throbbed intensely, pressing against his heart and his abdomen, sometimes feeling distant, and at other times far too deep.

He struggled to catch his breath, yet he still gripped Wei Xun’s shoulders with a deathly hold, his voice shaking as he stubbornly spat out, “Despicable man!”

Then, he discovered that Wei Xun truly hadn’t lied to him—the more he cursed him, the more relentless he became.

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

In the end, he still couldn’t hold back his tears, which spilled continuously down his face. Watching the daylight outside the window gradually grow dim as the twilight crept into the Yujing Pavilion, while their bodies remained tightly joined, his voice grew incredibly hoarse: “Are you done yet? Wei Xun, are you done yet?”

Wei Xun kissed his lips, harboring a rare shred of guilt. Filled with tenderness, he channeled a stream of demonic energy into Jiang Qunyu to soothe him. “I’m sorry. If you’re tired, you can go to sleep first.”

Jiang Qunyu was drenched in sweat, the skin at that contact point feeling damp and sticky. Hearing those words, he was instantly driven to a state of angry laughter. “With you doing this, how am I supposed to fall asleep?”

Wei Xun stared down at his slender waist and abdomen, his palm pressing flat against it. “But you are also feeling very pleased.”

Jiang Qunyu fell completely silent.

Outside the Yujing Pavilion, a midnight breeze began to blow, causing the silver bells outside the window frames to chime softly. Amidst the chaotic, wanton sounds of intimacy, a few scattered, hoarse curses and soft laughs occasionally broke through, drifting away and melting into the deep, heavy darkness of the night.