Without realizing it, he had gotten very close to the other person; just a little bit more and their noses would have touched.

So close.

It's really too close.

Chu Huaixu's breath brushed against Song Ting's face, causing him to subconsciously hold his own breath, afraid of waking him up.

Chu Huaixu had a very pleasant scent, a faint one, not the incense he usually used. It was a hard-to-describe scent that Song Ting had never smelled anywhere else, as if it belonged only to Chu Huaixu.

It was his unique scent that allowed Song Ting to recognize him immediately, even from a great distance.

He was Chu Huaixu's little dog, and his nose was very sensitive to Chu Huaixu's scent.

"Young Master," he called softly.

The person in front of him was fast asleep and did not respond. Song Ting took a deep breath, his heart still pounding wildly and rapidly in his chest.

If Chu Huaixu hadn't been sleeping so soundly, Song Ting would have worried that he would have been awakened by his own heartbeat.

Song Ting moved even closer to him. Their noses finally touched.

Looking down, Song Ting saw Chu Huaixu's lips, two thin lips, blushing with a not-too-bright red, reminding her of peach blossoms in March.

It smells sweet.

It makes you want to pick it and taste it.

This sudden thought was so audacious and inexplicable that Song Ting's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then began to pound wildly even more.

As if bewitched, he leaned down.

But it stopped at the last moment.

He stared at the person in front of him for a very long time, but Chu Huaixu remained unconscious. In this silent process, the greed in his heart grew rampantly, almost swallowing him whole.

He wanted this peach blossom.

I'm going crazy thinking about it.

Song Ting quietly got up, took out a small packet of candy from her clothes, took out a piece, crushed it with great care, and brought it to Chu Huaixu's nose so that he could smell it with his breath.

This is not candy, but a specially made sleeping potion.

Chu Huaixu spent the whole day in the palace with the old emperor and helped him make glutinous rice balls. He was already very tired, and since he was completely unguarded around him, he slept soundly.

But Song Ting was still not at ease and insisted on ensuring that nothing went wrong.

This sleeping potion was ineffective against the shadow guards, but it worked very well on untrained people; almost no one could wake up under its influence.

When the pill melted on his fingertip, Song Ting leaned closer again, forehead to forehead and nose to nose with Chu Huaixu, and took a deep breath of the unique fragrance emanating from the person in front of him.

The scent of this person permeated my very being.

Song Ting felt immense satisfaction. He wrapped his arms around Chu Huaixu's neck, thinking, "I should have done this a long time ago, I should have done this a long time ago."

He liked this person very much.

He wants to have this person.

Ying Jiu is right; he was never a pure and harmless house dog to begin with.

Song Ting raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the face of the person in front of him, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth... every part was carefully traced by him.

Over and over again.

But perhaps people are never satisfied. Before he hugged Chu Huaixu, Song Ting only thought that a hug would be enough, that a hug would put an end to his delusions.

But when he actually hugged and touched this person, his delusions did not dissipate; instead, they multiplied.

Can I give you a kiss?

Just a kiss.

It was a very, very light touch.

This time it's for real.

He clenched his fists tightly and held his breath.

A kiss finally couldn't be restrained and landed on his forehead, gently pressing against Chu Huaixu's brow.

Song Ting shamelessly admitted that he was just an insatiable dog.

But Song Ting never thought he would dare to do such a thing. To him, this person was like a god descended to earth. How could he dare to think about such things?

However, as the kiss landed, Song Ting, like a wild beast, was unleashed and went mad, unable to contain her emotions.

He had only wanted to steal a kiss, and he did so cautiously and nervously.

But at this moment, he wanted much more.

He wanted this person to belong to him, completely to him. He wanted possession, to mark him as "ignorable".

Before getting close to Chu Huaixu, he took medicine to suppress his internal energy, making him appear like an ordinary person whose internal energy could not be detected. This is why he was able to deceive Chu Huaixu.

But at this moment, the cultivation technique was rampaging through his meridians, causing him to show signs of qi deviation. Every breath he exhaled was scorching hot. His meridians felt like they were about to burst.

He pressed his fingertips against Chu Huaixu's lips, which he had longed for for so long. They were as soft as he had imagined. Song Ting caressed and kneaded them little by little, unable to get enough of touching them.

Song Ting held his hand, their fingers intertwined. The burning sensation in his meridians was even stronger than before, impossible to shake off or get rid of, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, driving him mad.

He stared at Chu Huaixu's hand, recalling how this very finger had fed him the sweet and soft red bean paste when they were making glutinous rice balls.

It's sweet.

He thought to himself, it's even sweeter than red bean paste.

The person in the dream frowned, their mouth slightly parted. Song Ting, bewitched, kissed those lips.

He had no experience in this area whatsoever; he didn't even know how to kiss, and could only lick like a little animal.

The peach blossom that he admired was made even more beautiful because of him.

The thought of this made Song Ting feel as if countless insects were crawling all over her chest, a tingling, numb sensation that even the effects of the Gu poison weren't as unbearable.

But it wasn't just about feeling bad; there was also a sense of satisfaction I'd never experienced before.

Two feelings were intertwined, leaving Song Ting completely unable to describe how she was feeling at that moment. The only thought in her mind was that she wanted to ignore everything and have more.

He thought that even if this person was a Gu, he would be willing to give his life for them.

He picked that peach blossom.

He was therefore willing to give everything.

So before that kiss in the palace, Song Ting had actually already secretly kissed Chu Huaixu, and more than once.

Because of his despicable act during the Lantern Festival, he became addicted to ignoring things. After that, he would sneak into Chu Huaixu's room many nights after he fell asleep and sit by his bedside until dawn.

He kissed not only Chu Huaixu's lips, but also his Adam's apple and collarbone.

He is despicable and selfish.

The thoughts hidden deep in one's heart also cannot be exposed to the light.

He went mad and became obsessed with that person through those nightly spying sessions, his possessiveness growing stronger and stronger.

He wants him. He wants to possess him.

I can't stand seeing this person being nice to anyone other than myself.

He was a very bad, very bad dog, and Chu Huaixu shouldn't have taken him home.