The sleeping boy was awakened by a loud noise and opened his eyes.
The room was filled with fire, and thick smoke choked his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. Tears streamed from his eyes.
As he stared at the flames, his body froze in place.
Images flashed through his mind: his brother calling him Ayun, someone being pierced by a blade before his eyes, and a man holding a sword...
These scenes flickered by too quickly for him to grasp.
He couldn’t make out anyone’s face.
Who was he? Why were these memories surfacing?
Were these his past?
The fire reached the ceiling, the beams were burned through, and the wooden rafters began to fall.
“Ayun! Watch out!”
With a roar, Yunshu snapped back to reality, looking up to see the burning wood plummeting down.
There was no time to dodge; someone pulled him into an embrace. He heard a man's grunt and smelled the scent of burning flesh.
Zhu Dongfeng held Yunshu tightly with one arm, while with the other arm, he blocked the wooden beam and forcefully threw it aside.
He quickly carried Yunshu out of the fire and into the courtyard.
"Are you alright?" Zhu Dongfeng asked, his expression tense, oblivious to his own injuries.
Yunshu shook his head. "What about you?"
Zhu Dongfeng's right arm was a bloody mess, the pain almost numbing. He replied calmly, "I'm fine. What were you thinking just now? Why didn't you dodge?"
Yunshu, in a daze, said, "My mind was filled with images of blood and corpses. Is that my past?"
Zhu Dongfeng felt a pang of anxiety but didn’t show it. "Those are just thoughts from your fear, not real. You are my Yunshu."
He embraced him gently, saying, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Zhu Dongfeng placed Yunshu in a clean room, quickly treated his own wounds, and sat by the bed, waiting for Yunshu to fall asleep.
The heavy red flower can cause memory loss in people. Coupled with the forbidden technique he applied, can these two things together still not hinder Yun Shu from recovering his memory?
The wolf clan has always been resentful of evil, clear about grievances, even if imprisoned and detained by others, even if they lose their memory, the wildness hidden in their bones will not disappear.
"Ah Yun, do you really want to recover your memory so badly? Do you want to remember me and hate me?"
"Isn't it better this way?"
…
Wen Xueya said, "If you answer wrong, you might die."
For a moment, silence fell, with only the sound of breathing rising and falling.
Under Wen Xueya's intense gaze, Xie Qinghan swallowed nervously. "…You don't need to know who I am. I'm here to protect you."
Wen Xueya leaned closer, his warm breath on Xie Qinghan's face, adding immense pressure.
"Brother, think of another reason. You've used that one before."
Can't I use the same reason again?
Xie Qinghan felt immense pressure, his heart rate soaring.
"To be honest, I was entrusted by someone to protect you!"
As he spoke, Wen Xueya brought the knife closer, leaving a small cut on Xie Qinghan's neck, causing blood to seep out.
Xie Qinghan froze.
Wen Xueya wrapped one hand around Xie Qinghan's neck, while the hand holding the dagger circled around his back, aiming at his nape.
Wen Xueya lowered his head and buried it in his neck, sniffing lightly like a wolf.
Soft lips touched the wound, and it took Xie Qinghan a moment to realize what Wen Xueya was doing—licking his wound.
He was sucking his blood.
This gave him the illusion that he was haunted by a vampire.
If he doesn't obey, the other's canine teeth would bite into his neck and suck him into a handsome dried corpse.
Don’t ask why he’s handsome.
The answer is that even in death, he would still be handsome!
This was a blatant threat!
In reality, Wen Xueya was just captivated by the pale neck, causing his hand to shake and accidentally cut him.
So he kissed him obediently.
Whether it was licking or biting, he had to leave some mark of his own.
To make sure that He mian belonged to him.
Xie Qinghan struggled in fear.
Wen Xueya raised his head, licked the blood from his lips, and smiled with curved eyes, "Brother He, have you thought it through? Is there anything else?"
Who entrusted you to protect me, and in what capacity?
The boy had a beautiful face, and his pink tongue licked away the red blood like an angel fallen to earth.
Xie Qinghan inexplicably blushed and stammered, "Actually, my true identity is that of a wandering cultivator. Someone gave me a divination and told me that you are my destined love, so I came to Shangqing Sect to secretly protect you!"
Is he He Mian's destined love?
Wen Xueya paused, struggling to suppress his smile, and coldly asked, "Anything else?"
"Don't kill me. I can do laundry, cook, clean, serve tea, my cultivation skills are exceptional,I can be a bodyguard, I can warm the bed!"
Wen Xueya barely contained his laughter and seriously asked, "Brother He can warm the bed
After saying all that, Xie Qinghan's mind went blank, and his face turned as red as if he was in a sauna.
Oh my god, what did he just say?
How did he manage to say such a long sentence without stuttering?
Why did he sell himself out so quickly?
He nodded with a red face: "Yes, I can do a little."
Wen Xueya: "Brother, you also said I am your destined love?"
Xie Qinghan, still embarrassed, nodded again.
A real man stands by his words, no matter what.
"The stories say that if someone is another person's destined love, they can only love that one person. Brother He, do you only love me?"
"Uh..." If you say so, then so be it
Wen Xueya, taking advantage of the situation, complained, "Then why doesn't Brother He kiss me if he likes me so much? Is Brother He lying to me?"
"No, I'm not lying to you!"
Xie Qinghan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately cupped Wen Xueya's face, closed his eyes, and kissed him on the... tip of his nose.
It's not that he wasn't scared enough, but kissing on the lips was too much pressure!
He was a young man with proper values; he couldn't undermine the main character's love interest.
Blah blah blah. the point is, as a straight man, why would he kiss another guy!
Under the light, Wen Xueya's fair face turned slightly red.
He finally smiled and put away the dagger, snuggling into Xie Qinghan's arms like a cat.
In a soft voice, he said, "Brother He, were you scared? I was just teasing you earlier."
"Teasing me?" Xie Qinghan felt like he had turned to stone.
"Yes, Brother He is my benefactor. How could I bear to kill you?"
Wen Xueya blinked innocently, then quickly and belatedly expressed remorse, "I hope I didn’t scare you, Brother He. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I was just being playful. Brother He is so generous and forgiving, you wouldn't be mad at me, right?"
I'm not angry, not angry at all!
Xie Qinghan was already bewildered by Wen Xueya's actions. Forcing a smile, he said, "I won't hold it against you."
Wen Xueya smiled with satisfaction, "Then can Brother He sleep with me now?"
"Yes! Of course!"
He didn't want to experience another heart-pounding thrill.
Xie Qinghan quickly took off his boots, got into bed, lay down next to Wen Xueya fully clothed, and closed his eyes like an ostrich shielding itself from danger, urging Wen Xueya, "Go to sleep, go to sleep."
A triumphant smile curved Wen Xueya's lips. He undressed and lay beside Xie Qinghan.
He reached out to wrap his arm around Xie Qinghan's waist, resting his head on Xie Qinghan's shoulder, noticing that Xie Qinghan's body stiffened.
Wen Xueya feigned caution and asked, "Brother He said I'm your destined lover, so can I hug you?"
Brother, you're already hugging me.
Xie Qinghan replied, "Yes, you can hug me however you like."
Wen Xueya then hugged Xie Qinghan's waist and closed his eyes contentedly.
He knew He Mian was lying to him, but getting a kiss from He Mian was already a pleasant surprise.
There was plenty of time; winning over He Mian required patience and couldn't be rushed.
Xie Qinghan was restless all night, and at the first light of dawn, he ran off.
After a dreamless night, Wen Xueya woke up to find no one beside him, though the faint warmth left behind proved that someone had indeed kept him company last night.
He hugged the blanket He Mian had slept in and inhaled deeply, smelling the clean, fresh scent of grass and wood, mingled with the sweet fragrance of pine and osmanthus.
He breathed in greedily, a sweet and greedy smile spreading across his face. It was truly intoxicating.
At the banquet of the Qing Tan , the demonic cult and the demon clan jointly invaded Shangqing Sect, even bombing the sect leader's residence.
The Qing Talk Conference ended quickly, with various families returning home, and the Shangqing Sect returning to its usual tranquility.
But Xie Qinghan was very anxious.
Xie Pingzhi had already started arranging his engagement!
"Little Tong, I don't want to be engaged to Luo Yining. What should I do?"
233 calmly replied, "If nothing goes wrong, tomorrow morning will be your great opportunity to turn things around."
"What opportunity?"
"Trust me, tomorrow morning we will catch Wen Xueya in the act, hehehe."
"... Little Tong, you're so cunning. But it's exciting, I like it."
The two reached an agreement.
Wen Xueya was still doing odd jobs in Xie Qinghan's room. While emptying the incense burner, he saw the incense he had given him that day, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Wen Xueya said, "Senior Brother, why does this incense smell better than before?"
"Xiao Jinghan gave it to me. Do you want it?" Xie Qinghan put down his brush, pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked casually.
"I wouldn't dare covet my senior brother's things," Wen Xueya replied obediently.
After all, the flower spice must be combined with Xie Qinghan's Zhenling incense to achieve the best effect.
After nightfall, Wen Xueya returned to his straw hut.
The candlelight inside was bright. When he opened the door, he saw Luo Yining sitting on a stool with a food box on the table.
Wen Xueya's face stiffened but quickly returned to calm. "Senior Sister Luo, what brings you here?"
He had planned to play the sympathy card to get He Mian to visit him tonight, but Luo Yining's unexpected visit disrupted his plans, making him inwardly irritated.
"I heard you were injured, so I made you nine-petal ice lotus soup. Would you like to try it?" Luo Yining opened the food box and poured the ice lotus soup into a bowl.
Wen Xueya declined, "Ice lotus is a top-grade spiritual herb tonic, hard to come by even with a thousand gold. I cannot accept it. Please take it back, Senior Sister."
"You can accept it! I have plenty of ice lotus. Please try it, Junior Brother. I spent three hours making it. If you don't drink it, I won't leave tonight." Luo Yining grew more insistent and handed the bowl to Wen Xueya.
Though Wen Xueya was used to maintaining a facade, he felt a bit annoyed. However, he never showed an unpleasant expression, always willing to uphold his gentle and courteous image.
He said, "If I drink it, will you leave?"
Luo Yining nodded.
Wen Xueya took a sip, handed the bowl back to her, and smiled warmly, almost making Luo Yining doubt the impatience she had seen earlier.
"I've had it. It's getting late, Senior Sister. You should head back. We're of different genders, and since you're engaged to Senior Brother, you should visit me less in the future."
Luo Yining put the bowl back on the table, her eyes reddening as she looked at Wen Xueya. "Ah Xue, I don't like Senior Brother at all. The one I actually like is you."
"Thank you for your affection, but I am unworthy of it. You don't need to say such things in the future," Wen Xueya said, his patience running thin.
Luo Yining quickly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, crying, "But I really like you."
Wen Xueya frowned, trying to shake her off, but suddenly felt dizzy.
As things started to blur, he managed to say one last sentence before passing out:
"You drugged me?"
"I'm sorry, but I really like you. Please help me. I really don't want to marry Xie Qinghan."
Luo Yining had never felt so despicable, but desperation drove her actions.
She helped Wen Xueya to the bed, trembling as she tried to undress him.
After several attempts, she couldn't go through with it.
The thought of undressing Wen Xueya made her heart race and nearly caused a nosebleed.
In the end, she only removed her own outer clothing and lay beside Wen Xueya, properly dressed.
As long as she spent the night here, she could pretend that something had happened between them and use it as an excuse to refuse marrying Xie Qinghan.
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