Xie Chang'an finally understood why Ye Jingchen wouldn't let him touch his waist when he was sober.

He was somewhat excited, and his eyes, which were fixed on Ye Jingchen's sleeping face, shone with an almost frightening brightness.

Every time he gets close to Ye Jingchen, it seems that only he is immersed in the moment. Ye Jingchen always seems to be able to remain calm and composed, which makes him feel very frustrated. He even doubts several times that Ye Jingchen doesn't like him at all.

It turns out, it was simply because he hadn't found Ye Jingchen's weakness.

His hands deliberately roamed over Ye Jingchen's waist, especially the hollow of his side and the area around his waist, while Ye Jingchen unconsciously made seductive sounds.

It almost made him lose his temper and want to do something even more outrageous to him.

Reluctant to wake him, Xie Chang'an restrained himself and rubbed his lower back again before falling asleep in his arms.

The person in his arms was unusually enthusiastic towards him today, sticking very close to him. Xie Chang'an was almost overwhelmed by this enthusiasm, yet he couldn't bear to push the person away, feeling both pleasure and torment.

Even in his dreams, he restrained himself while embracing her tightly.

Ye Jingchen had a somewhat sticky and tedious dream.

Although he had become enlightened before, he was probably too indifferent to desires, so he rarely had that kind of impulse.

But that night, after he fell asleep, he dreamed of Xie Chang'an, something he hadn't done in a long time.

In his dream, he was also sleeping, but he was woken up by a pair of annoying hands.

He repeatedly emphasized to Xie Chang'an that he shouldn't touch his waist, but Xie Chang'an still secretly touched him after he fell asleep, and unsurprisingly, it woke him up.

But once he regained his senses, Xie Chang'an withdrew his hand, leaving him standing there, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

He had to do it himself, but he felt nothing in his own hands. He touched them for a long time, but the burning sensation did not ease at all.

Just as he was trying to suppress his shame and reach for Xie Chang'an's hand, Xie Chang'an's hand finally returned to his waist.

Next, those hands seemed to possess magic, bringing him wave after wave of pleasure.

In the end of the dream, they hugged each other tightly and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The more wonderful the dream, the more frantic Ye Jingchen became when he woke up.

He was woken up by being suffocated.

It wasn't the stuffiness of covering your mouth and nose, but rather the tightness in your chest caused by being held too tightly, making it hard to breathe.

He was in a bad mood when he first woke up and wanted to lash out, but he found that Xie Chang'an had actually tied his hands and feet up.

He struggled fiercely, but apart from waking Xie Chang'an up, he wasn't hurt at all.

His struggle not only awakened Xie Chang'an, but also awakened something else within him.

Then he belatedly realized that he himself was also full of energy.

He immediately stopped moving.

When he saw Xie Chang'an's deep, almost predatory gaze, he didn't even dare to breathe.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time, and could sense that each other was becoming more and more alert.

Suddenly, Xie Chang'an moved.

"Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!" Ye Jingchen said hurriedly in fright.

Xie Chang'an didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then let go of him and quickly got up from the bed.

Xie Chang'an's gaze was intense yet restrained, and Ye Jingchen turned his head away, not daring to meet his eyes.

Then Xie Chang'an left.

But he didn't go out; he just went to the wooden tatami mat.

Because of the screen, Ye Jingchen couldn't see him, but soon he heard panting coming from that direction.

The person making the sound should want to control it, but sometimes, some sounds are impossible to control.

Upon realizing what Xie Chang'an was doing, Ye Jingchen exploded. An unnamed fire ignited throughout his body, making him even more energetic than before.

Even at this point, he tried to control himself with his strong self-control, but Xie Chang'an's deep breathing kept drilling into his ears, making him unable to help but think about what Xie Chang'an looked like now.

This thought made it even harder for him to stay calm.

At the beginning of the Yin hour (3-5 AM), the northern border was pitch black, and there was complete silence between heaven and earth.

Xie Chang'an sneaked into the bathhouse under cover of darkness, took a 15-minute ice water shower, and then started washing his clothes.

His, and Ye Jingchen's.

Although the ice water temporarily extinguished the heat in his body, when he rubbed Ye Jingchen's clothes with his hands and smelled Ye Jingchen's unique scent, an uncontrollable heat rose within him again.

Therefore, after washing his clothes, he had to take another ice-water shower.

Inside the room, the heat on Ye Jingchen's face lingered for a long time.

He knew that something was bound to happen sooner or later if two people slept in the same bed, especially when one of them was very restless.

He didn't want to touch that bed for the time being, not even to look at it. Today he was determined to have the eunuch change all the bedding and pillows on the bed, and preferably even the bed curtains.

Not just the bed, but all the wooden couches need to be replaced, otherwise—

Ye Jingchen glanced at the screen, and the sounds of Xie Chang'an's panting and other indescribable noises automatically surfaced in his mind.

We can't keep this screen!

He felt that not only his hands, but also his ears and brain were dirty.

Unfortunately, the parts on its body cannot be easily replaced.

He lay slumped on the table, looking utterly hopeless.

At this time of day, he should be sound asleep, perhaps even having sweet dreams—

Forget it, he'll never be able to face his so-called beautiful dreams again.

Just as Ye Jingchen was lost in thought, Xie Chang'an pushed open the door and came in.

He came to Ye Jingchen's side, and before he even got close, Ye Jingchen could feel the chill emanating from him.

"You took a shower with ice water again?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Xie Chang'an nodded.

Ye Jingchen frowned, "Didn't you already...? Why are you taking a shower with ice water?"

Xie Chang'an stared intently at Ye Jingchen, "How could I, so young, possibly be satisfied in one go?"

"Shut up!" Ye Jingchen shouted, covering his face.

"There are still 45 minutes before morning exercise. Do you want to lie down in bed for a while longer?" Xie Chang'an asked.

He originally thought that, given Ye Jingchen's tendency to sleep, Ye Jingchen would already be asleep by the time he finished washing the clothes and came back.

Unexpectedly, Ye Jingchen was waiting for him to come back.

Although his body was cold, his heart was warm.

"I won't go to the bed, it's dirty!" Ye Jingchen said without thinking, his disgust evident in his words.

Xie Chang'an then realized he had been overthinking things.

Ye Jingchen wasn't waiting for him; he just thought the bed was dirty and didn't want to go there.

"How come you're even starting to despise yourself?" Xie Chang'an asked, somewhat helplessly and amusedly.

"Shut up! Don't speak!" Ye Jingchen was like a cat with its fur standing on end, glaring angrily at Xie Chang'an.

Xie Chang'an was in a good mood and didn't care about Ye Jingchen's attitude at all. He softened his voice and asked, "The table is too hard. It's uncomfortable to lie on it. How about I hold you and let you sleep for a while?"

Ye Jingchen saw that he was getting more and more excited, so he put his hands on the table, lay face down on his arms, and ignored him.