Heartbroken, he almost cried out loud.
Disguised, Xie Qinghan carefully avoided the crowd and approached a small thatched cottage.
Inside, the furniture was simple, the wall plaster was peeling, and a washed-out quilt was bunched up on the bed.
Wen Xueya, injured and lacking in strength, said, "Don't touch my things!"
"What’s your relationship with Xiao Jinghan, the senior disciple of Juechen Peak? Why does he send you all these good medicines?" A disciple with a sneaky look picked up a jade bottle from the table, grinning.
"You two aren’t hiding some unspeakable relationship, are you?" another tall and thin disciple said with a suggestive smile.
After being treated at Baicao Peak, Wen Xueya was sent back to his place by Xiao Jinghan. Xiao Jinghan had just left when these two idiots showed up.
One of the disciples stepped forward and touched Wen Xueya's fair face, clicking his tongue, "With this delicate skin, it would be worth dying for a chance to have some fun with you."
Wen Xueya's eyes darkened, and he slapped the disciple’s hand away, trying to snatch the medicine bottle from him.
However, the movement was too big, and not only did he fail to grab the bottle, but he also fell off the bed.
After getting what they wanted, the two disciples mocked him for a while before leaving smugly.
Wen Xueya lay on the ground in embarrassment, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness.
It was all because he was too weak. If he were stronger, he wouldn't be bullied, Xie Qinghan wouldn't have his way with him, and his mother wouldn’t have died.
He must become stronger and make those who bullied him pay dearly!
As he was thinking this, a fair, clean hand extended in front of him, its joints well-defined and beautifully shaped.
Wen Xueya was stunned for a moment and then looked up to see a gentle and handsome young man, with bright eyes like stars and a warm smile on his lips.
Xie Qinghan said softly, "Let me help you up."
Wen Xueya ignored the hand, struggled to his feet, and then studied the young man who was half a head taller than him. "Who are you?"
Xie Qinghan, placing the elixir he had retrieved from the two disciples back on the table, said, "Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is that I’m here to help you."
"These are the medicines I brought for you." He took out more medicine he had prepared and placed it on the table.
Wen Xueya’s tone was stiff, "What do you want from me?"
"Your cultivation, your foundation, treasures, secrets, elixirs, status— you have none of these. What could I possibly want from you?" Xie Qinghan's eyes twinkled with amusement as he stepped closer.
Wen Xueya clenched his fists. He indeed had nothing, except for his face, which made many people harbor vile thoughts.
Could this person in front of him be the same? How disgusting.
Lowering his eyes in thought, Wen Xueya unknowingly backed up to the bed until he lost control and fell backward.
In a panic, he grabbed Xie Qinghan's clothes.
Caught off guard, Xie Qinghan couldn't keep his balance, and they both fell onto the bed.
The awkward part was that Xie Qinghan landed on top of Wen Xueya, his lips pressing against something soft.
What was that? It felt rather soft.
Xie Qinghan had a bad habit: he always wanted to lick things that were near his mouth.
He gave a lick, and the person beneath him jerked violently. Their eyes met, and realizing what it was, Xie Qinghan panicked.
He just wanted to act cool, not to molest the protagonist! What kind of position was this
He hurriedly propped himself up on his arms and tried to explain, "I didn't mean to."
As he spoke, he anxiously used his thumb to wipe Wen Xueya's lips.
Wen Xueya, both embarrassed and angry, glared at him fiercely.
His pale face added a bit of fragile beauty to his pretty features, his facial features were clear and handsome, soft but not weak, and he could be described as a magnificent beauty.
Xie Qinghan looked straight, and his hand movements slowed down.
He prided himself as the president of the good looks committee, and even though he had seen many attractive people, both men and women, in the modern world, a face like the protagonist's, appealing to both genders, was rare.
Seeing Xie Qinghan's gaze linger on his face and his fingers still caressing his lips, Wen Xueya's expression turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect you to have such intentions."
What intentions?
For some reason, Xie Qinghan recalled the author's comment about the protagonist: "His greatest asset is his beauty."
Connecting this to Wen Xueya's words, Xie Qinghan stopped moving.
Could it be that Wen Xueya misunderstood and thought he was lusting after him? No way, right? No way!
Wen Xueya coldly said, "Give up. I will never like you."
Xie Qinghan: "..."
So he really did misunderstand.
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