UCTOOT CH126

The smile on Shi Shu’s face froze: “Cook for me?”

“What’s wrong?”

Shi Shu followed behind him: “What day is it today? Did I forget? Don’t tell me yet, let me think!”

Xie Wuchi: “You think about it.”

“…” With him saying that, Shi Shu felt even more pressure. He thought while sneaking glances at Xie Wuchi. We’re doomed. Xie Wuchi specifically took time off on a workday to cook and keep me company; it must be some anniversary! If I forgot, what will Young Master think?

Shi Shu followed behind Xie Wuchi: “That… that…”

Someone brought a carriage, and Xie Wuchi helped him up: “Forgot?”

“…” Sweating buckets.

Shi Shu was thinking frantically, but his face remained calm: “No, hahahaha, how could I forget—oh right, on the way back today I saw someone offering to your tablet, setting up a shrine, saying it’s very popular in the Eastern Capital. Isn’t that creepy?”

Xie Wuchi glanced at him and said, “The divine right of kings, the waxing and waning of the Five Virtues, ends and begins again; where the Mandate of Heaven lies is the new dynasty. That they view me as a god or Buddha is a good thing; it represents the will of the people.”

Shi Shu: “So that’s it. So simple and sincere, treating you as a god who can save them from deep water and scorching fire.”

Shi Shu finished interrupting and continued to think: Dead brain, think fast!

Shi Shu kept failing to come up with it, and Xie Wuchi surprisingly didn’t ask further. They got into the carriage together and drove onto the thoroughfare in the autumn wind. But perhaps because Xie Wuchi never mentioned it, Shi Shu suspected he was overthinking it and today was just an ordinary day.

After their relationship stabilized, both had their own things to do. Shi Shu was at the military agricultural colony, while Xie Wuchi was busy governing the four major prefectures. Calculation-wise, Xie Wuchi was busier, rising early and sleeping late during this entrepreneurial stage, leaving early and returning late every day, braving the elements, wind and frost biting.

Shi Shu always had a feeling like mom and dad, going out to work every day and living life after coming home.

Relationship stable. Living life.

Shi Shu thought for a second more: Such old-fashioned descriptions.

Is this what it feels like after a relationship stabilizes? He could sleep with Xie Wuchi every day, hugging, kissing, and touching. especially Xie Wuchi liked to kiss him; almost whenever they were together, they had to kiss for a long time before sleeping.

Shi Shu felt a calm, fulfilling warmth. Having been here for so long since transmigrating, this stability and steadfastness were very rare. Thinking about spending a lifetime like this with Xie Wuchi, Shi Shu would laugh himself awake even in midnight dreams.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

A three-year long-distance run in love, breaking up and getting back together—it was time to enjoy it, right?

Xie Wuchi was outwardly abstinent, but became wanton as soon as night fell. He warmed Shi Shu’s bed every night, his figure robust and warm. Shi Shu could touch his abs or anywhere he wanted.

Xie Wuchi liked intimacy. At night, he let Shi Shu caress him, hug and kiss, as if recharging. Especially when making love with Shi Shu, many of his slightly abnormal fetishes could be satisfied.

Actually, Shi Shu didn’t think he was abnormal, because people are inherently different.

Shi Shu occasionally clicked on the system; the number of people on it was still decreasing.

In the carriage, Xie Wuchi wanted to kiss him again, lowering his eyes. Shi Shu looked up, his clear eyes meeting his gaze.

Xie Wuchi: “Open your mouth.”

Whenever Xie Wuchi’s hypersexuality flared up, his moral sense regarding sexual behavior nearly vanished, and he had a certain degree of exhibitionist tendency. However, Shi Shu didn’t; he would observe the environment vigilantly like a cat to protect the two of them.

After Shi Shu confirmed the surroundings, he leaned in. Xie Wuchi’s kiss descended, full of lust, palms holding his face. The veins on his neck rose as he swallowed, licking the inside of his mouth until it was wet and soft.

Shi Shu’s hands rested on his shoulders, accepting Xie Wuchi’s deep kiss, slowly turning into mutual licking.

“Gulp…” A very slight sticky wet sound rang out, the connecting sound of tongues entangling, masked by the sound of carriage wheels, audible only to the two of them.

The magnetic, low, husky panting contained such longing that every time Shi Shu heard it, he felt Xie Wuchi was a pure succubus reincarnation.

Shi Shu kissed him, but being in a carriage, he kept an eye on movements outside. Xie Wuchi didn’t care, only licking his lips and tongue, pinching his jaw and stroking gently.

Shi Shu kissed him for a while. Xie Wuchi let go, silver threads clinging to his lips, his pitch-black eyes staring unblinkingly at Shi Shu. Shi Shu felt a bit ashamed but took the initiative to interlace fingers with him tightly, moving forward to lie in his embrace, letting him bite his earlobe.

Upon returning to the residence, having the cook prepare dishes, the two went back to the room first.

The clothes on Shi Shu’s shoulders slipped down to his wrists, exposing his fair shoulders and chest. Sitting on the bed, his fingers dug fiercely into Xie Wuchi’s hair, repeatedly releasing: “Xie…”

His leg was gripped and lifted by a hand, stepping on the sandalwood bed edge. The calloused, slender fingers contrasted sharply with the fair leg, pushing into the bedding, sticky sounds of licking rising from the center.

Shi Shu couldn’t stand this sensation and grabbed his hair, but Xie Wuchi’s strength was astonishing. Shi Shu trembled all over, wanting to kick him but reluctant to do so.

“Let me go… I don’t like it…”

Not only did Xie Wuchi not let go, but he also lifted his other leg up, burying his head to lick and kiss.

Shi Shu’s fingers clenched tight, his low voice hoarse: “Let me go… I hate you…”

Although it wasn’t the first time—before, Shi Shu was being licked and penetrated while eating him, couldn’t handle it, absolutely couldn’t enjoy it.

The latticed window was covered with a thin layer of water vapor. Shi Shu’s arched back relaxed like a bow. He lay in the bedding wiping the corners of his eyes, but was picked up again. Xie Wuchi’s neat robes were loosened, the sash embroidered with flowing patterns. He threw the jade aside and held Shi Shu sitting on his lap.

Upper body dressed properly and abstinent, lower bodies fitting together, he gave a husky pant, and the young man’s slender waist began to grind.

Shi Shu was filled to the brim, especially by Xie Wuchi’s heat, able to feel his existence. This lingering tenderness lasted for who knows how long, ending with a few heavier movements while holding him.

Shi Shu was worn out and lay sleeping for a while. When he woke up again, sounds of movement echoed in the courtyard. Quite a few people brought fresh fish, duck, stewing ingredients, and vegetables into the courtyard. After delivering everything, they all withdrew.

“Oh my,” Shi Shu climbed up excitedly, clothes not even properly worn. When he ran into the courtyard, Xie Wuchi, dressed in plain robes, was in the kitchen next to the side room, preparing to cook.

“You’re cooking now?”

As soon as Shi Shu approached, Xie Wuchi reached out and tidied his collar: “You sit here and rest.”

It happened to be under the dense shade of a truncatum maple tree. Shi Shu raised his hand: “No no no, I’ll cook this meal. I’ve been wanting to practice my cooking skills.”

Xie Wuchi: “Mn?”

Shi Shu had already excitedly taken the fish, duck, and cleaned pigeon delivered to the courtyard. He put the fish in the oil pan to fry until golden brown, then used vinegar, chili, sugar, and oil to make a sauce, stewing the fish and coriander in the sauce. Additionally, he chopped the duck into pieces to braise, and added ginseng, red dates, and other medicinal herbs to the pigeon soup, covering all the pots.

Xie Wuchi didn’t say much, arranged by Shi Shu to sit under the truncatum maple tree, tasting a bite of each dish as it was made.

Xie Wuchi: “Practice more.”

Shi Shu: “Damn it, still no good? I need to practice more.”

In a short while, the table was filled with dishes lacking in color, aroma, and taste. Shi Shu hurriedly sat over holding a bowl, picking up a piece of fish with chopsticks: “Peh peh peh, what is this stuff, so nasty? Is it poisoned?”

Xie Wuchi was emotionally stable: “There should come a day when I can eat delicious food made by you.”

Shi Shu ate passably. Xie Wuchi was also used to eating it; the rice was too sticky, not achieving the effect of distinct grains. Shi Shu ate and laughed, asking: “By the way, what day is it today exactly? I really forgot, tell me.”

Xie Wuchi: “Isn’t it Mom’s birthday?”

“Ah?”

The duck that couldn’t be bitten dropped into the bowl with a thud. Shi Shu jumped up: “How do you know my mom’s birthday?! I haven’t told anyone!”

Xie Wuchi: “Two years ago, on the way from the Eastern Capital to exile in Taiyin Prefecture, you took care of me personally without undressing. Every night at the relay station, you rushed to be the first to order food or went to the kitchen to cook, lest there be no food to eat.”

Shi Shu held his chopsticks, slowly recalling.

“That night, luck was good; there was still porridge and rice in the relay station pot. You bought it to eat with me. While I was sitting in meditation, you went to the kitchen and secretly bought a bowl of egg noodles, hid from me, and cried while eating—”

“Enough, enough, enough!” Shi Shu acted like his tail had been stepped on. “No no no, no no no! Stop talking! How did you know even when I cried?”

Xie Wuchi: “From the very beginning, I have always been watching you.”

Shi Shu: “You—”

Memories returned to Shi Shu’s mind. Truth be told, the road to exile was indeed too hard. Although Shi Shu was someone who remembered the good and not the bad, occasionally there was a lot of pressure. Especially on Ms. Bo Mo’s birthday, wondering what mom and dad might be thinking, but afraid to be sentimental with Xie Wuchi—after all, expressing emotions was embarrassing—Shi Shu went to buy a bowl of noodles to eat by himself.

Tears fell into the soup, making the noodle soup saltier and saltier.

Shi Shu was afraid of being seen crying; it was shameful. Fortunately, it was cold then too. He stood in the wind for quite a while, waiting until it was dark before entering the room. Xie Wuchi was lying on the bed asleep.

He thought Xie Wuchi didn’t know, only remembering that once he got into bed, Xie Wuchi held him. His body temperature was scorching, warming up his frozen body, then leaning in to kiss him.

A deep kiss, kissed until Shi Shu hugged him back. Love wasn’t clear yet, but in that pitch-black room, he confusingly indulged in a passionate kiss with a man, separating then pressing close again. Perhaps the darkness covered and blurred the crossing of boundaries.

Shi Shu remembered: “At that time, you kissed my eyes, you—”

“I was…”

Shi Shu thought and thought: “My mom and dad…”

With a myriad of complex emotions, Shi Shu smiled brightly: “My parents probably never imagined I could become like this here. If they knew, they would definitely be happy for me.”

Shi Shu rested his head on Xie Wuchi’s shoulder: “I must live well too, can’t let them worry.”

The food in the bowl was nasty, but they still ate most of it; Lai Fu ate the rest. Lai Fu hesitated for a while before starting to eat. A gust of wind blew through the courtyard, leaves filling the house and falling on the robe hem by the stone stool.

It snowed tonight, snowflakes fluttering down, reflecting against the dark red sky.

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