Huo Wangqiu x Xie Huaishan ①

Xie Huaishan had disliked Huo Wangqiu for a long time.

Among their lineage, Huo Wangqiu was the eldest disciple, holding the top position with exceptional swordsmanship and a calm demeanor. Xie Huaishan, on the other hand, was the youngest disciple, having joined the sect the latest. He was also impulsive and prone to shirking his duties and getting into minor trouble.

At first, Xie Huaishan didn't dislike Huo Wangqiu. He even secretly wanted to get along well with this senior brother. After all, Huo Wangqiu was really good-looking. Even when he was wearing the simplest training clothes, he seemed to have his own halo when he stood in the training ground.

But Huo Wangqiu always had a cold and aloof demeanor. No matter how he tried to find topics to please him, the other party would only glance at him indifferently or simply ignore him, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

What made him completely hate Huo Wangqiu was Huo Wangqiu's birthday last year. His senior brothers all prepared gifts for Huo Wangqiu, and he naturally prepared one for him as well.

He specially took out his savings from three months' salary and went to the most famous blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain to have a small copper scabbard made. The scabbard of Huo Wangqiu's commonly used sword had some wear on the edge, and he thought this one would definitely be practical.

But that very evening, after giving the gift, he passed by the study and saw Huo Wangqiu casually handing the sword sheath he had given him to a senior brother: "Here you go, I don't need it."

Xie Huaishan hid behind a pillar, his heart instantly chilled. From that day on, he truly and utterly hated Huo Wangqiu, and even seeing the other's handsome face felt particularly irritating.

During the training session that day, each of the fellow disciples had to spar once. Xie Huaishan was immediately assigned to fight Huo Wangqiu, but he was defeated by Huo Wangqiu in just three moves.

Huo Wangqiu sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over without a trace of warmth: "Your moves are scattered and your strength is weak. Have you been slacking off on even the basic sword techniques all this time?"

Xie Huaishan retorted, panting, "That's why I'm like this. My third senior brother asked me to sort through herbs in the middle of the night yesterday, and we were up until the early hours of the morning. I only got two hours of sleep..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Wangqiu interrupted him: "Making excuses. Your skills aren't solid enough, that's why you're affected by fatigue. If you really encounter danger, no one will listen to your excuse about not sleeping well."

Xie Huaishan stared at Huo Wangqiu's expressionless face, and his anger flared up instantly.

He was clearly telling the truth! Huo Wangqiu not only showed no understanding, but also accused him of making excuses! He gritted his teeth and didn't say anything more. He bent down to pick up his sword, turned around and walked towards the corner of the training ground, repeating "I hate Huo Wangqiu" dozens of times in his mind.

That evening, he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The image of Huo Wangqiu's cold reprimands during the day kept replaying in his mind, making him increasingly angry.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a good idea popped into his head. He ran to the backyard in the dark, caught a rather large spider, and decided to put it in Huo Wangqiu's room to scare him, since Huo Wangqiu hated these kinds of insects the most.

When he arrived outside Huo Wangqiu's room, he was surprised to find that the candlelight inside was still burning even though it was the middle of the night.

He carefully tiptoed, afraid of being discovered, and was thinking about how to get the spider in when he heard Huo Wangqiu's voice from inside the room.

"Xie Huaishan..."

Xie Huaishan pressed himself against the door, holding his breath. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum. Why would Huo Wangqiu suddenly call his name in the dead of night? Had he been discovered?

He didn't dare to answer. He stood there for a while and when he saw that there was no movement inside, he quietly poked a hole in the oil paper and squinted to look inside.

The candlelight flickered gently in the room, and the scene under the light made him freeze instantly.

Huo Wangqiu wasn't wearing an outer robe; his moon-white undergarment hung loosely at the collar, revealing the pale red skin on his neck. He lay half-reclined on the bed, his head tilted back, his dark hair damp with sweat, a few strands clinging to his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed, his lips slightly parted, and his face flushed, revealing a touch of allure.

Xie Huaishan stared at that beautiful face for a long time before he came to his senses. His gaze shifted downwards, and his heart skipped a beat.

Huo Wangqiu was holding a bronze sword scabbard in his hand, repeatedly rubbing it. Judging from its appearance, it was clearly the one he had given away for his birthday last year. Hadn't Huo Wangqiu casually tossed it away to someone else long ago? How did it end up here?

Before he could even process his thoughts, a soft moan suddenly came from inside the room, mixed with his name: "...Mmm...Xie Huaishan..."

The voice trailed off with a slight, uncontrollable tremor, a stark contrast to Huo Wangqiu's usual cold tone, and even carried a hint of softness.

Xie Huaishan stood frozen in place, his eyes still pressed against the crack in the door, with only one thought in his mind.

Huo Wangqiu was masturbating, masturbating while calling his name, and masturbating while rubbing against the scabbard he had given him.