Chapter 25 : Brother, I like you so much

 Hua Qirong looked at the delicate and beautiful face in horror.

Because he hadn't yet fully grown up, his appearance had a youthful innocence, with features almost leaning towards feminine. His peach blossom eyes shimmered with moonlight, and the slight curve of his smile could make anyone fall for him.

But now Wen Xueya was speaking the most cruel words in the most gentle tone.

It was like a demon wearing human skin.

"Please... don't kill me..." her voice was hoarse, like an old, broken bellows.

Wen Xueya's eyes glinted with a crimson light as he pressed his foot down, savoring her terrified expression.

How pitiful...

To relieve her from her suffering, he should quickly send her to her death!

There were footsteps!

Accompanied by the sound of rustling leaves, he quickly withdrew his foot…

Xie Qinghan pushed aside the dense branches and walked out of the woods, and saw a scene of unity and friendship in front of him.

Wen Xueya was kindly helping Hua Qirong up, holding her hand, "Miss Hua, you really should be more careful. How did you manage to fall like this?"

He asked softly, "Does it hurt? Do you need me to help you?"

Hua Qirong had a ghostly expression and coughed for a long time before finding her voice again. She stammered, "No... it doesn't hurt."

Her injuries were hidden by the night, but the nervousness in her voice was evident.

Xie Qinghan assumed Hua Qirong was lovestruck.

After all, Hua Qirong was probably seeking Wen Xueya because of his good looks.

But seeing Wen Xueya's gentlemanly demeanor, it was no wonder he was so popular. High in looks and gentle in manner, although possibly a bit split-personality, he was very tender when normal. Who wouldn't love that?

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

Wen Xueya turned his head and happily walked towards him, "Brother He, you're here!"

Xie Qinghan asked, "What happened to you two?"

"Just now, as Miss Hua and I were walking and talking, something suddenly appeared and knocked Miss Hua over. When I tried to find it, it had vanished."

"Brother He, could I have encountered some kind of monster?" Wen Xueya pretended to be scared.

Xie Qinghan thought for a moment and said, "With the  Qing Tan Conference happening recently, the mountains have been a bit restless. It's possible some monster has sneaked in."

He rubbed Wen Xueya's cheek. "Alright, look at you being so timid. Are you really that scared of such a small thing?"

"Brother He, I need a hug." Wen Xueya said pitifully.

Looking into those eyes, Xie Qinghan felt a strong desire to hold Wen Xueya and comfort him.

It was as if something was enticing him.

Before he knew it, he had already pulled Wen Xueya into his arms.

"Don't be afraid. I'll teach you some techniques and swordsmanship so you can defeat them."

"Yeah, Brother He is so nice. i likes you so much."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp slap sounded nearby.

Xie Qinghan looked speechlessly at Hua Qirong, who still had her hand raised in mid-air, "What are you doing?"

Hua Qirong put down her hand and said blankly, "I wanted to see if I was dreaming."

"Apparently not."

She looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

Wen Xueya was curled up like an obedient little rabbit in another man's arms, flinching even at the sound of her slapping herself.

So weak, helpless, and pitiful...

Not!

Was this the same person who had stepped on her neck, threatening to send her to the afterlife, cold-blooded and ruthless?

Xie Qinghan looked at her sympathetically, wondering why a fine lady would treat herself this way.

Standing some distance away from Xie Qinghan, Hua Qirong said, "I advise you, young master, to be more wary of those around you."

She just realized that Wen Xueya had used a bewitching spell on this gentle man!

Who knew what Wen Xueya intended to do to this kind and gentle man.

Using a bewitching spell on a man instead of a woman, what a disgrace!

Disgusting pervert!

After saying this, she didn't care how Wen Xueya looked at her and turned around to run without any regard for her image.

She was going to tell Wei Boqiao about Wen Xueya. Wei Boqiao, with his profound cultivation, despised betrayal the most and wouldn't easily forgive Wen Xueya.

Heh, if she couldn't have Wen Xueya, how could his master Wei Boqiao not get him?

Wen Xueya narrowed his eyes, thinking impatiently: This woman is so troublesome! It would be better to kill her. But scaring Brother He last time when I killed Chen Yue was bad enough. This time, I’ll let her run a bit farther before taking care of her.

Xie Qinghan was puzzled, "What's wrong with her? She looks so strange."

Wen Xueya, face not blushing, heart not racing, lied without a second thought, "She must have been scared by that monster earlier. Since she can run, she should be fine."

Dissatisfied with He Mian's concern for the woman, he changed the subject, "Brother He, it's been a while since you visited me. Can you stay with me tonight?"

Xie Qinghan frowned slightly, recalling what 233 had said a few days ago, "If you get close to him again, not even the Heavenly King can save you. You'll be bedded so hard you'll go through the bed frame, and then have to keep switching beds."

Unconvinced, Xie Qinghan declared, "Little Tongzi, remember this! First, a real man never gets screwed. Second, I'm not the original owner, I'm very strong. Third, I'm exceptionally strong, very, very strong!"

233 gave a sardonic laugh, "It's good to have such confidence."

Seeing Xie Qinghan hesitate, Wen Xueya, acting pitifully, said, "If Brother He is unwilling, you don't have to force yourself. It’s my foolish wish, neglecting your feelings. It's my unworthiness. Having been in Hehuan Sect, my dirty identity shouldn't dare to reach for Brother He. Just pretend I never said that."

Xie Qinghan's face stiffened slightly, frowning, "I am willing..."

After speaking, he added, "There's nothing wrong with having been in Hehuan Sect. Your identity is not dirty at all. Don't ever belittle yourself like that, I don't like to hear it."

A slow smile blossomed on Wen Xueya’s lips, his eyes gleaming, "Alright, since Brother He dislikes it, I won’t say it anymore."

After all, he had achieved his goal.

Meanwhile, Hua Qirong ran desperately. She hadn’t expected Wen Xueya to use vines to pursue and kill her.

He was indeed treacherous and ruthless!

More wounds appeared on her body. She was going to die. No, she couldn’t die. She was so beautiful, she couldn’t die!

Thinking this, she tripped over something and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the ground in front of her lifted high, and in the moonlight, a purple demonic flower opened its petals, revealing jagged teeth, lunging at her.

Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes and waited for death.

At that moment, there was a sound of something slicing through the air. An iron fan glinted silver in the night, spinning like a sharp blade, cutting off the flower's petals.

The demonic flower howled in pain and quickly retracted back into the ground.

The iron fan spun through the air and landed in a slender hand, the purple nails contrasting sharply with the pale skin.

The man’s complexion was equally pale, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time, giving him a sickly appearance.

His features were strikingly handsome yet eerily captivating, and his entire being was shrouded in an aura of deathly demonic energy.

The man in purple approached Hua Qirong and looked down at her. "Tell me, who did you encounter just now? Where is that person?"

Hua Qirong stammered out Wen Xueya's location.

The man in purple turned to leave.

No matter who this person was, since they had inherited Cang Mang's techniques, he needs to eliminate them to prevent future trouble.

Unless it was that woman’s descendant…

Hua Qirong realized that this man was extraordinarily powerful, a rare talent among millions.

She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

If she could dual cultivate with him, enhancing her own abilities, she could personally capture Wen Xueya, enjoy him first, and then offer him to Wei Boqiao as a gift.

She infused her voice with a bewitching charm. "Thank you for saving my life, good sir. May I know your name and where you reside? Once I’ve recovered, I would like to visit and repay your kindness."

The man in purple sneered, breaking her charm spell. "Hmph, an ugly person like you doesn't deserve to know my name."

The force of his voice caused internal injuries to Hua Qirong, making her cough up blood, her face turning pale.

How could he call her ugly?

Meanwhile, Xie Qinghan and Wen Xueya returned to the thatched hut.

Wen Xueya told Xie Qinghan to rest while he went to warm some water, then poured him a cup of tea.

Xie Qinghan took a sip and asked, "Have you mastered the techniques Cang Mang taught you?"

Wen Xueya nodded obediently. "Yes, but there are still some parts I don't quite understand."

"Which parts?"

"In the mental techniques passed down by Elder Cang Mang, there's a method called the 'Yin-Yang Art' which is quite peculiar."

"In the world, the balance of yin and yang is akin to the union of men and women. When yin and yang are in harmony, spiritual power flows and converges. This is what ordinary people refer to as the dual cultivation technique," Wen Xueya explained word by word, his brow furrowed with seriousness.

Xie Qinghan’s face flushed with embarrassment. He cleared his throat, "So, what's your question?"

Wen Xueya blinked his innocent eyes and asked, "How do you perform dual cultivation?"

Feigning maturity, Xie Qinghan answered vaguely, "It's when two people who like each other extinguish the candles and… do some exercise together. You understand, right?"

After speaking, he quickly took a sip of tea to calm himself, thinking about how to further explain this to Wen Xueya.

"Can I exercise with Brother He?" Wen Xueya asked innocently.

Xie Qinghan choked and, catching his breath, replied, "…No."

"Why not? Brother He said it only takes mutual affection. Doesn’t Brother He like me?"

"I do like you, but…"

Just not in that way!!!

"Why not? Is there something wrong with me that makes you not like me? Just tell me, and I can change," Wen Xueya pressed on, his body instinctively leaning closer to Xie Qinghan, his eyes full of a desire to know.

Having spent some time in the Hehuan Sect, Wen Xueya naturally knew what dual cultivation entailed. He had even read the "108 Techniques of Longyang Bedroom Arts" and could recite the names of various positions backwards.

He was simply very curious about what kind of adorable reaction his brother He would have, so he kept pushing.

Xie Qinghan stammered, unable to respond.

To Wen Xueya, Xie Qinghan's face turned a deep red, spreading from his neck to his cheeks and ears, like beautiful clouds.

So cute, and only he could see it.

Xie Qinghan looked away, unable to bear Wen Xueya's seductive gaze.

What kind of questions was the protagonist asking? It was utterly baffling.

If it weren’t for Wen Xueya's earnest look and his consistently gentle, naive persona in the story, he would think Wen Xueya was making lewd jokes at him!

If Wen Xueya dared to ask one more question...

He would tell Wen Xueya: "Why are you asking so much? I'm still a virgin, you can't ask me that, boo-hoo!"

Damn! The sorrow of a virgin.

Wen Xueya's lips curved into a faint smile.

He held Xie Qinghan's face, their eyes meeting, and spoke softly, almost coquettishly:

"Good brother...please tell me."

The warm, ambiguous breath brushed against his cheek, and Xie Qinghan stared into those dark, mesmerizing eyes, feeling like he was being drawn into a whirlpool.

For some reason, all his prepared words vanished, his mind went blank with a loud buzz.

Xie Qinghan's eyes lost their shyness, becoming as lifeless as stagnant water, staring at Wen Xueya like a soulless puppet.

The enchantment technique worked!!!

"Brother He?"

Wen Xueya called out, but received no response.

His smile tender and infatuated, he leaned in to kiss.

His nimble tongue traced He Mian's lips, gently licking and grinding like an opium addict in ecstasy.

He was like a person who had been parched in the desert for months, with only He Mian able to quench his thirst.

He loved kissing Brother He.

Gradually, he became restless and impatient, like a trapped beast unable to vent his frustration.

He wasn't satisfied with just lingering on the surface.

He wanted to open He Mian up and  take their relationship further.

He said to Xie Qinghan, "Good brother, open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

As he spoke, the person in white obediently parted his moist and soft lips, and a dainty, crimson tongue emerged from between his teeth.

Wen Xueya's eyes suddenly darkened like the night.

He extended his tongue to hook the small tongue, sucking and gently biting. His tongue delved deep into the soft mouth, scraping up the sweet saliva, creating lascivious and ambiguous sounds.

Wen Xueya tilted his head, covering the lips with his own, lightly sipping away the moisture. His movements were tender and delicate to the extreme, as if the person before him was his one and only deity.

He wanted to suck hard on He Mian's body, leaving mottled and enticing kiss marks. He wanted to personally untie his belt, enter him, and fill him.

He wanted to make him cry and moan, to plead for mercy, making him wholly and solely his own.

He harbored ugly desires for his benefactor, knowing that he was repaying kindness with enmity, despicable and shameless, unscrupulous, a treacherous wolf.

He knew he wasn't worthy of He Mian, knew that he was rotten and corrupt to the core, emanating a filthy stench, unworthy of a deity's favor.

But…

"Brother, I like you so much..."

His smile was sickly, but his gaze was sincere.

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