Carrying so much information and so many plans alone was a burden for anyone. In the cultivation world, his situation was equivalent to soul-snatching—a heinous and sinister act. Even to his own family in the Yunqing Pavilion, it could not be mentioned. Having replaced the original Nie Shiyun and receiving such preferential treatment from Nie Li and the others, Nie Shiyun felt a pang of guilt. However, he only intended to repay this kindness through practical actions, not daring to entertain even the slightest thought of testing the hearts of others with the truth.
Nie Shiyun said, "If there is an opportunity, I will tell you everything slowly in the future..."
*I hope there is an opportunity.*
Usually, even if Nie Shiyun did not take the lead, the atmosphere was typically just right, and things followed a natural course. But today, as Zhai Bairong thought of his departure tomorrow, he was inevitably moved. He reached out passionately and proactively, one hand wrapping around Nie Shiyun’s neck while the other moved to undress him.
The scene within the bed curtains instantly dissolved into a pool of spring water.
Nie Shiyun let Zhai Bairong take the lead, yet he did not seize the initiative for himself. Instead, he slowly and meticulously lowered his head to kiss him repeatedly.
His manner could be described as nothing less than as gentle as water and full of tender affection. It left Zhai Bairong somewhat unable to withstand the assault, feeling as though he were about to melt. Gradually, he even grew a bit impatient. He was not quite used to this; he felt Nie Shiyun’s reaction today was a bit strange, but then he thought: *With the parting imminent, he must be loath to let me go.*
At this thought, Zhai Bairong felt a warmth in his heart.
Living together for about half a year was a period neither too long nor too short. However, unlike before when Zhai Bairong would frequently enter secluded cultivation or travel elsewhere while at the Yingyue Sect, he and Nie Shiyun had spent almost every day under the same roof. At first, there were all sorts of things he wasn't used to, but now they had become accustomed to each other's presence to an extent that surprised even himself.
The atmosphere was perfect. Nie Shiyun held Zhai Bairong as they lay together, then made a gesture to nudge him up. "Come on top."
Zhai Bairong followed Nie Shiyun’s lead, rising to straddle him. Feeling Nie Shiyun’s gaze directed at him from below, Zhai Bairong’s face nearly flushed with embarrassment.
Whether he was above or below, Zhai Bairong was the quite conservative type. Most of the time, they only used the most standard face-to-face positions, so he was temporarily unaccustomed to this.
"Come on."
Zhai Bairong had rarely heard Nie Shiyun use such a tone. He couldn't help but laugh. "Is the sun rising from the west? Are you acting spoiled with me?"
Nie Shiyun’s palms brushed against Zhai Bairong’s waist. Zhai Bairong had a build with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with long limbs; he was not frail, yet he did not look overly robust at first glance. It was just right.
He spoke bluntly, "I know you yield to the soft approach but not to force."
Zhai Bairong pursed his lips and only whispered, "Don't keep staring at me."
Nie Shiyun couldn't help but chuckle. "Now you're just making things difficult for me. Do you want me to look at the top of the bed?"
Zhai Bairong ignored him, turning his head away to avoid eye contact.
If such a scene were told to outsiders, likely not a single person would believe it. But in this small room, it was truly happening.
The room echoed with the soft rustling of movement. Nie Shiyun tried to restrain himself for a while, but finally, he couldn't help but take the initiative. He caught Zhai Bairong’s wrist, which was resting on his chest, and pressed lingering kisses against it.
Losing his support, Zhai Bairong lost his balance and fell forward, only to be propped up again by a panting Nie Shiyun, who refused to let go of his wrist.
Watching the loose black hair of the man above him swaying back and forth, Nie Shiyun couldn't help but call out softly:
"Bairong..."
Zhai Bairong’s heart and body both went soft. He could not bear to hear Nie Shiyun call him so tenderly, especially at a time like this.
Seeing him so moved, Nie Shiyun pulled Zhai Bairong’s wrist, dragging him further down to bring him closer, wanting to look at his face clearly. He saw that Zhai Bairong, leaning down, no longer hid his expression behind his disheveled hair; every inch of his brow and the corners of his eyes betrayed his reluctance to part.
Zhai Bairong also couldn't help but call out in a low voice, "Shiyun..." his voice slightly raspy.
For a long time at the beginning, the two had politely addressed each other as "Daoist friend." Later, as they spent more time together, they used "you" and "I" more often. It was only recently that they very occasionally began to call each other by their names intimately.
It was strange to say, but calling each other by name made even Nie Shiyun feel a bit embarrassed at first, let alone Zhai Bairong. He had even found it amusing in his heart back then—they had clearly done much more intimate things, yet they still mostly addressed each other as "you" and "I."
Nie Shiyun did not stop his movements. He tilted his head back, swallowing the trailing sound of the other calling his name into his mouth, savoring it deep within. After the first time, Nie Shiyun did not rest. He flipped over to take the lead, and Zhai Bairong, having long since been pulled into the vortex, forgot all sense of decorum and etiquette, immediately meeting his embrace.
In the deep of the night, Nie Shiyun suddenly said:
"When you return, if anything happens, remember to find an opportunity to let me know. If... if you can't get away, then we shall meet again at the Cultivation Conference."
Zhai Bairong did not know the deep meaning behind his hesitation. He dazed for a moment before nodding tentatively.
Nie Shiyun could not set his mind at ease, yet there was nothing else he could do. Although he knew this trip would certainly not be smooth, while Fanhua City was wonderful, he and Zhai Bairong could not stay away forever.
He only hoped to use this opportunity to confirm one thing: even if he let this man return to Duan Mingyu’s side, when they met again, the person in his arms would not have been snatched away.
If the result was not as he hoped, then he would not struggle in vain next time. Because... that person would likely no longer be the Bairong he knew now.
But even though he had made such a decision, human emotions are difficult to completely separate from logic. Nie Shiyun could only sigh softly in his heart, temporarily tossing all his complicated feelings to the back of his mind as he drowned himself in another embrace.
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