When young people are in love, they are passionate and excited with each other, and their blood and energy are full, so once they start to fight, it is impossible to control the situation.

The two of them had been doing this for more than one night. After the first night, when Dongfang Qiming first appeared, the two paused for a moment, whispering a few meaningless words.

After saying less than a hundred words, Luo Jiujiang couldn't bear Han Qianling's hand, which kept stroking his neck. Although Han Qianling looked innocent when he pulled him to his lips by the shoulders, in this desperate moment, who would bother to discern whether he was deliberately teasing?

The most important thing is to make the most of the beautiful spring.

Seeing that Luo Jiujiang was in high spirits and asked him for it so eagerly, Han Qianling naturally accepted such kindness with a smile.

When talking about this matter afterwards, Han Qianling had his own reasons for it - if a person like Luo Jiujiang stares at you with eyes like stars, and there is nothing but your reflection in his dark pupils, if he can still hold back, then let alone being a man, he is not even worthy of being a dragon.

The two of them tossed and turned in the cave for three days and nights, until the Nascent Soul in Luo Jiujiang's Dantian could speak "Puh", "Puh", and "Puh, Puh, Puh", and then the two stopped with a little regret.

But the fun is still not over.

Luo Jiujiang is used to doing things according to his nature, so let alone three days and three nights, as long as Han Qianling is willing to accompany him, he would not be afraid of seven days and seven nights; on the contrary, Han Qianling has always been restrained and calm, and his attitude towards doing things is so standard that it seems as if he has been calibrated according to a ruler. The degree to which he suppresses his own nature is no less than that of a high monk in Buddhism.

Things like this one can be regarded as unprecedented indiscretion and indulgence for him.

But Luo Jiujiang just likes his indulgence.

To put it more broadly, he had always felt that Han Qianling suppressed his emotions and desires too much. Except when facing Luo Jiujiang, he lived like a mere model of the human world, rather than a living being with both joy and anger. And even with Luo Jiujiang, there were times when he had considered focusing on defensive swordsmanship, rather than his preferred offensive style, in order to match Luo Jiujiang's personality.

Luo Jiujiang really felt sorry for him. Even though he later understood that Han Qianling had his reasons for acting this way, he still sincerely wanted to see his Qianling be freer and more content.

But if he were to speak privately, it was some of Luo Jiujiang's secret, little, evil thoughts that he usually wouldn't express out loud.

No matter how open-minded and free-spirited he is in his daily life, Luo Jiujiang still cannot escape certain human nature: he feels a sense of accomplishment only when he leaves his own footprints in the neat, flat, clean and flawless snow; the tallest flower on the branch is also the most solitary and stunning; Han Qianling looks like a jade sculpture condensed by the moon, but usually shows a cold temperament like ice and snow. The combination of the two really makes people eager to try and take a step further.

Luo Jiujiang treasured Han Qianling like a treasure. Of course, he didn't want to see him mad or angry, and certainly couldn't bear to see him in such a state of embarrassment. But he loved the way Han Qianling's emotions were affected by him, whether it was his sincere smile, the few undisguised taunts that came from the bottom of his heart, or even...

Even in the past few days, the corners of the other party's eyes were slightly red, and the strength of his grip on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders was almost painful. His chest was heaving violently, and hot beads of sweat dripped from his ears to Luo Jiujiang's collarbone and chest. He looked even a little fierce.

At that moment, Luo Jiujiang was simply dazzled, and his body and mind were pushed to an unprecedented peak of satisfaction. He looked at Han Qianling's face, which was like an immortal and a son of God, with such an expression, as if the moon in the sky was being embraced by him in his arms and brought into the rolling mundane world.

This is the moon that belongs only to him.

Even though the clouds had cleared and the rain had stopped, Luo Jiujiang was lying on Han Qianling's legs for a short nap. While he was talking to him from time to time, Luo Jiujiang could still think of Han Qianling's expression from time to time.

He loved Qianling like this.

"Speaking of which... it's a good thing Qi Liuliu didn't suddenly show up halfway through to announce the end of his retreat." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile, "Otherwise, if he hadn't fully grasped the Five Elements Theory, you and I would have had to lecture him about the dual cultivation of yin and yang harmony again."

Han Qianling's slender white fingers rubbed the blue veins on Luo Jiujiang's neck. He only responded lightly and nonchalantly, "Then slap him back and let him confine himself to the dead view for a hundred or eighty years. Even if he doesn't tell you, he will understand in a hundred years."

"...Qianling."

"I just said it casually, I don't mean to do this seriously." Han Qianling smiled slightly: "But is a hundred years a long time?"

"If you and I were always together, not to mention a hundred years, even a thousand years would be just a blink of an eye; but if you are not by my side, then this time will seem endless to me."

Luo Jiujiang slightly restrained the smile on his face. He lay on Han Qianling's lap, looked straight into his eyes and said.

"..." Han Qianling also slowly put away the faint smile on the corner of his lips and murmured back: "I know."

His fingertips on Luo Jiujiang's neck unconsciously pressed harder, pressing the skin covered with overlapping kiss marks until it turned a little pale. Luo Jiujiang frowned slightly and finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask for a long time: "Qianling, have you...been craving a piece of chicken neck lately?"

Han Qianling: "..."

"I've been wanting to say this before." Luo Jiujiang sighed, "Why have you been picking on my neck lately? For no reason, you've been kissing me all over it. If someone uninformed saw this, they might think I dyed my skin afterward. Finally, the day has come when my fox neck loses its color."

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