Arc 5: Chapter 8
Xie Hanzhou had never experienced a situation like this before, and the three thousand Daoist scriptures in his mind seemed to scatter.
All of his attention was focused on the warm heat in his arms, and the weight on his lap. The invisible person’s arms wrapped around his neck, and soft fingertips were even rubbing his skin. Those fingers slowly slid upwards, shuttling through his long strands of his hair, while a soft tongue was closely entangled with his, pulling out threads of saliva.
It was soft and wet and hot, and had a light taste of sweetness.
Xie Hanzhou’s body instantly stiffened, and all outside voices were drowned out. He was licked, sucked, and kissed, and he couldn’t escape from the soft and hot touch at all.
Suddenly, the tongue withdrew from his mouth, and licked from his lips down to his Adam’s apple, leaving a wet and itchy trace.
Xie Hanzhou thought it was over, but then the tongue moved again. It lingered around his Adam’s apple, as if tasting something delicious, and even bit down.
It didn't hurt, but Xie Hanzhou couldn't help but release a muffled groan. For the past century, his state of mind had been as calm as a lifeless pool of water, untouched by even the slightest ripple, but out of nowhere, a gentle breeze swept across, stirring the stagnant water.
Xie Hanzhou felt a surge of anger. His gaze grew darker and colder, exuding a frigid chill.
He understood that everything was happening because of Yu Sui'an—it had nothing to do with him. But… he felt as if he had been shamelessly entangled right in front of his other sect members, how could he not get angry?
After kissing happily for a while, Lin Yuan found that something was off about Yu Sui’an. He looked up hurriedly and asked: “Senior, are you ok? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Yu Sui’an’s face was pale, and beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead, soaking his hair. His amber eyes were blank like a void, similar to a bottomless valley, full of loneliness and desolation.
Lin Yuan had never seen Yu Sui’an look like this. Usually, Yu Sui’an’s eyes were charming and playful, making people’s hearts beat and unable to look away.
But now those lively eyes seemed to be dead, and Lin Yuan’s heart was like being squeezed, and his eyes felt sour and hot.
Not hearing Yu Sui’an respond, Lin Yuan was even more anxious: “Yu Sui’an, what happened to you? Whatever’s wrong, tell me ah.”
Yu Sui’an’s eyelashes trembled and his pupils moved slightly. His eyes seemed to look at something, but they were still terrifyingly empty. His beautiful face was no longer vibrant as before, and his voice was hoarse and broken: “En….”
“I… I’m fine…. Why…are you…not kissing…?”
Yu Sui’an’s body was as taut as a bowstring, and his hands were clenched and trembled slightly, obviously trying to endure something.
Lin Yuan had no idea why after kissing, Yu Sui’an seemed to have his soul sucked away, like he had been tortured for a long time. Was it because of kissing?
Lin Yuan closely recalled Yu Sui’an’s reaction just now. From the start, Yu Sui’an never responded to him. He didn’t hold him tightly, or rub him, or kiss him back. Lin Yuan was too caught up in the excitement when Yu Sui’an allowed him to kiss, and didn’t notice the other’s abnormal reaction.
Now Lin Yuan understood, his husband had some problem where he felt uncomfortable when people touched him.
Lin Yuan quickly got up from Yu Sui’an’s body and squatted beside him. A pair of round, apricot eyes stared at Yu Sui’an closely. Seeing the other gradually stop trembling, Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat cross-legged away from Yu Sui’an, and said disapprovingly: “Senior, if you don’t feel comfortable being touched, then why… why did you want me to kiss you?”
Yu Sui’an was back to normal and wryly smiled. He reached out and tucked a strand of Lin Yuan’s hair behind the other’s ear. He said lightly: “This is a problem of mine, but since you insisted on taking responsibility for me, we will inevitably become Dao companions later. Marriage is not child’s play, and I can’t not touch you for the rest of our lives. As we spend more time together, I’ll get more accustomed to it, and everything should be fine.”
Lin Yuan felt that he made sense, and nodded obediently: “En, I’ll listen to you.” He smiled at Yu Sui’an, the his small dimples peeked out like squeezing honey.
Yu Sui’an once again had the thought that this little liar looked tender and nice to the touch. His amber eyes deepened: “So well-behaved,” he murmured.
Yu Sui’an’s low voice was clearly heard by Lin Yuan, and his heart seemed to be tickled.
Lin Yuan was a little shy, and couldn’t help rubbing his hot ears and cheeks. He was afraid Yu Sui’an would tease him again, and quickly changed the topic: “Oh Senior, do you remember how I said that I would make milk tea for you? Today I took a day off, and specifically went to Fu City to buy the ingredients. Now I can make it!”
Yu Sui’an only took this matter as Lin Yuan’s attempt to approach him, and didn’t have much expectation for the milk tea itself. He smiled faintly: “Thank you, junior brother.”
Lin Yuan carried his bags into the Midnight Rain Pavilion, and looked around and pointed to the stone table: “Senior, can I make it there?”
Yu Sui’an: “Sure.”
At the stone table, Lin Yuan concentrated on making the milk tea, and Yu Sui’an sat on the side and looked at him.
The man didn’t tidy up his appearance at all, his loose Taoist robes revealing a large portion of his body. His untied hair was like silk, swaying along with the wind.
The Midnight Rain Pavilion had never before smelled such a sweet milk fragrance that was mixed with the refreshing fragrance of tea.
Lin Yuan crouched in front of the stove, stirring the ceramic pot to prevent the milk from sticking to the bottom. Once it was ready, he poured the first cup for Yu Sui'an.
Yu Sui'an took a small sip and was surprised. He had never tasted anything like this. The rich, creamy milk slid down his throat, with a hint of fragrant tea. Lin Yuan's eager, expectant gaze met his eyes as he swallowed.
It didn’t taste bad. It was sweet, milky, warm, just like Lin Yuan himself.
Lin Yuan looked at him nervously and asked: “Senior, what do you think?”
Yu Sui’an took another sip. His expression appeared a little softer, and when he spoke, his voice oddly laced with the lingering sweetness of the drink itself: “It’s okay, not as flavorful as wine though. I’m old, this kind of sweet drink, probably only a kid like you would enjoy.”
Indeed, Lin Yuan was only eighteen in this world, and Yu Sui’an had already been the Demon Lord for a hundred years. In front of him, Lin Yuan was just a kid.
Lin Yuan didn’t care that Yu Sui’an just called him a kid, and was only worried that he wouldn’t like it. He asked nervously: “...Then will you drink it?”
“You made it just for me, of course I’ll drink it.”
Lin Yuan wasn’t sure if Yu Sui’an was being casual or sincere, but he was happy nevertheless.
“Thank you, Senior.” Lin Yuan said happily, and subconsciously wanted to rub against him, but then remembered Yu Sui’an’s problem and quickly moved back. He served himself a cup, and chugged it quickly, trying to douse his desire.
Yu Sui’an noticed all of his small movements, and his eyes brightened slightly. The way Lin Yuan cherished him and treated him so carefully brought his heart an inexplicable joy and satisfaction. Although he always remembered that this little liar had Xie Hanzhou in his heart too, so far, Lin Yuan had only treated Yu Sui’an like this. He was unique to Lin Yuan.
By the time Lin Yuan finished two cups of milk tea, Yu Sui’an had only drunk half a cup.
Lin Yuan noticed and said: “Senior, you don’t have to force yourself to drink it. If you don’t like it, it’s ok.”
Yu Sui’an glanced at the sweet drink and then glanced at the teenager, who was sweeter and softer, and said leisurely: “I’m not forcing myself. It’s just that when I was growing up, I was poor, without clothing and food, and never got the chance to taste a drink this sweet before. Junior brother, in fact, you’ve helped me make up for some childhood regrets.”
Lin Yuan had no idea what Yu Sui’an had suffered during his childhood because it wasn’t written in the plot. He felt sorry for the other and wanted to comfort him somehow, but he couldn’t touch him. Finally, Lin Yuan grasped a lock of Yu Sui’an’s scattered hair carefully, and seeing that the man didn’t show any discomfort, bowed his head and kissed it. He looked up at Yu Sui’an with clear eyes: “Senior, tell me what you like or dislike. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just want you to be happy.”
Yu Sui’an’s eyes moved to Lin Yuan’s soft lips and smiled: “If I really said it, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to accept it.”
What he hated was Xie Hanzhou. Xie Hanzhou, who had everything in the world, and the other version of himself.
Lin Yuan blinked and was about to ask, when Yu Sui’an suddenly drank all of the remaining milk tea, stood up and stepped in front of Lin Yuan. “Little junior, let’s try again.” Yu Sui’an smiled.
Lin Yuan couldn’t wrap his head around why Yu Sui’an was so proactive, but how come he didn’t feel that Yu Sui’an liked him that much?
But he still stood up obediently and leaned closer, kissing the thin lips of the other party.
Xie Hanzhou, who had just arrived at Midnight Rain Pavilion, saw this scene and felt as if he’d been struck by lightning: “......”