Ming Zhu washed his hands until they were a bright, raw red. After changing his clothes, he stayed the night in Na Lian’s quarters. By midnight, he was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind was filled with the sound of Zhou Fuxue’s ragged breathing against his ear and the scalding sensation of the release within his palm.
Ming Zhu felt that if this continued, he would surely go mad.
Na Lian was sound asleep, cradling the little fox form of Xi Chu, when he was suddenly kicked awake.
Na Lian opened his eyes blearily, turned around, and mumbled, "Bu Hui?"
Ming Zhu seemed ashamed to speak, his face burning a deep crimson. He hesitated for a long while before remembering that there was no need to feel embarrassed when discussing such matters with a demon cultivator like Na Lian, who possessed no moral bottom line. To them, concepts like pretension and bashfulness simply did not exist.
At that thought, Ming Zhu felt a sense of relief. He cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. "That sort of thing... is it really that comfortable?"
Na Lian snapped awake instantly. Propping his head on his arm, he gave Ming Zhu a suggestive smile. "Naturally. Do you want to try it?"
Ming Zhu hesitated.
Na Lian remarked, "Tsk, I really don't understand what you humans are thinking. If you like someone, then do it. Why agonize over all these trifles? As long as it feels good, isn't that enough?"
Ming Zhu said wordlessly, " I’m not as shameless as you."
Na Lian laughed heartily. "Want to give it a try? I guarantee you’ll find it very pleasant."
Ming Zhu hesitated a moment longer, but soon nodded. "Fine."
The next morning, Zhou Fuxue didn't see Ming Zhu emerge from the guest courtyard all morning. By noon, he could no longer restrain himself and quietly pushed open the door to Na Lian’s courtyard.
Na Lian’s room was arranged much like Ming Zhu’s. Zhou Fuxue pushed the door open soundlessly and saw a lumpy bundle on the bed, shifting slightly.
Since Na Lian wasn't in the room, Zhou Fuxue felt less constrained. He walked forward slowly and gently lifted a corner of the quilt.
"Senior Brother."
The quilt was suddenly yanked back. Ming Zhu, who had been lying facedown inside, was startled. He frantically tried to stuff something he was holding back under the covers.
Zhou Fuxue frowned. "It’s already noon. What are you still doing in bed? Aren't you going to eat?"
Ming Zhu’s hair was a mess. He had initially felt a bit guilty, but remembering the events of the previous night, he immediately regained his bravado. "You still have the face to come see me? Get out!"
Zhou Fuxue raised an eyebrow. He reached into the quilt with lightning speed, grabbing the book Ming Zhu was trying to hide, and pulled it out with a sharp tug.
Ming Zhu let out a startled "Ah!" and immediately threw off the covers, reaching out to snatch it back. "Give it back! Zhou Fuxue! You bastard!"
Zhou Fuxue was taller than him. He pressed one hand against Ming Zhu’s forehead to keep him from thrashing while using the other to glance casually at the book. His expression changed instantly.
It was a book of "Spring Palace" erotic paintings.
Ming Zhu’s entire face turned red. "Give it back to me!"
Zhou Fuxue’s expression turned strange. He returned the book to him and said softly, "Senior Brother..."
Ming Zhu stuffed the book into his robes and snapped, "Don't call me! You little brat!"
Zhou Fuxue said, "No, I just wanted to say that your room has been cleaned. You can move back now."
Ming Zhu glared at him. Seemingly unsatisfied, he glared again before climbing out of bed. Before leaving, he seemed to remember something; he reached under the pillow, fumbled for an object, and shoved it into his sleeve before heading back with a flushed face.
Zhou Fuxue grabbed a white cloak and hurried after him, draping it over his shoulders for fear he might catch a cold.
Once Ming Zhu returned to his room, he locked himself inside.
Na Lian had spent the previous night showing him erotic manuals and had even pressed a jar of ointment into his hands, lecturing him on a mountain of messy details. He had urged Ming Zhu to try it with Zhou Fuxue tonight to see if it truly brought him pleasure.
Ming Zhu was never one to mistreat himself. If something was comfortable, he wouldn't reject it, nor would he play hard to get. He was direct about his desires. However, the thought of doing such a shameful thing with the Junior Brother he had raised since childhood was still a hurdle he struggled to clear in his heart.
He spent the afternoon entangled in these thoughts. That evening, Zhou Fuxue brought hot water and attended to him while he bathed.
It wasn't until Ming Zhu rolled onto the bed that he finally seemed to make up his mind. Wrapped in the quilt, he peeked out with only his eyes, secretly watching Zhou Fuxue.
Zhou Fuxue had likely bathed before coming over. His hair, usually tied up, was now draped loosely over his shoulders. Under the lamplight, he kept his eyes downcast as he folded Ming Zhu’s clothes. He looked indescribably handsome.
Ming Zhu’s lustful heart suddenly began to stir.
After tidying up for Ming Zhu, Zhou Fuxue prepared to leave like a perfect gentleman. He didn't want to lose control like he had yesterday and upset Ming Zhu again.
Zhou Fuxue said, "Goodnight, Senior Brother. I’ll be heading back now."
Ming Zhu was staring intently at his face, wondering how to start the conversation. Hearing this, he was stunned. He sat up in disbelief, throwing off the quilt. "You... you said you're going back?"
*I’ve bathed and I’m about to take my clothes off, and you say you’re going back?*
The top button of Ming Zhu’s inner robes was always left undone because he found it uncomfortable. Now, a glimpse of fair skin peeked through the loose collar, dazzling Zhou Fuxue’s eyes.
Zhou Fuxue cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes. I won't disturb you further, Senior Brother."
As he spoke, he actually turned to leave.
Ming Zhu had spent the entire day mentally preparing himself, only for this man to retreat right at the front lines.
Ming Zhu looked at him with a cold face, then suddenly ripped open the buttons of his front collar. He stared icily at Zhou Fuxue. "My buttons came undone. Fasten them for me."
Zhou Fuxue: "..."
The self-control Zhou Fuxue took such pride in showed signs of collapsing instantly. He took a deep breath. "Don't mess around."
Ming Zhu remained expressionless. "I'm cold."
*If you're cold, then cover yourself with the quilt.*
Zhou Fuxue was utterly helpless. He walked forward and actually sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to fasten the buttons in a strictly proper manner.
Ming Zhu was already grinding his teeth.
The five buttons were soon fastened. Zhou Fuxue breathed a sigh of relief. "There. Stop playing around and go to sle—"
Before he could finish, Ming Zhu grabbed his arm with a sudden surge of strength. Using the momentum, he pressed his body upward, pinning Zhou Fuxue directly onto the bed.
Ming Zhu gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Where do you think you're going?"
Zhou Fuxue sucked in a sharp breath. "Se—Senior Brother..."
Ming Zhu lowered his gaze. "Do you not want me?"
Zhou Fuxue froze, and then his eyes turned red.
Seeing Zhou Fuxue’s breathing turn ragged from a single sentence, Ming Zhu’s confidence surged. He curled his lips into a smile. "Where did that posture you had when teasing me yesterday go? I’ve delivered myself to your door; are you going to wimp out now?"
A person who didn't react to such provocation could hardly be called a man. Zhou Fuxue gripped Ming Zhu’s waist almost fiercely, and with a sudden roll, he pinned Ming Zhu beneath him on the bed.
Ming Zhu was jolted by the impact and hissed in pain, frowning. "It hurts. Be careful."
Zhou Fuxue gave a low "Mhm." He carefully kissed the red mark beneath Ming Zhu’s left eye and whispered, "Senior Brother, you are so beautiful."
Even pinned beneath someone, Ming Zhu maintained his haughty air. "Nonsense. My beauty is recognized by all of the Five Continents. Come, praise me a few more times."
Zhou Fuxue: "..."
No matter how long they spent together, Zhou Fuxue was always caught between laughter and tears by Ming Zhu’s sharp tongue. He simply chose to seal Ming Zhu’s lips with his own.
Ming Zhu’s eyes widened. "Mmph!"
After the kiss, Zhou Fuxue looked at him with slightly reddened eyes, his voice deep and hoarse. "Senior Brother, do not regret this."
Ming Zhu panted slightly and murmured, "I never do anything I regret."
Zhou Fuxue seemed to let out a soft chuckle. Then, with a flick of his finger, he extinguished the lamp outside the bed curtains. The room was instantly plunged into darkness.
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