Chapter 60 [VIP]

Inside the airport, Jiang Zhuochen followed Xu Xing, preparing to board the plane. The private jet's route application had been approved in the past two days, and Xu Xing's work arrangements were complete, so the two packed their luggage and set off without a moment's delay.

After the plane took off, Jiang Zhuochen pressed his face against the window the whole way. The sea of ​​clouds and the shrunken cityscapes rushed by, and he exclaimed in amazement, "I wish we had such convenient transportation where we are."

He really didn't want to fly on his sword anymore; it was tiring and the wind was biting.

Xu Xing sat down next to him and placed a plate of fruit on the table. "Then why don't you practice more diligently?"

Which teleportation array or teleportation technique is better than this airplane?

Jiang Zhuochen glanced at him and defended herself confidently: "You said I could take my time."

"Is that so?" Xu Xing had no recollection of his past, but that didn't stop him from thinking that what was said made sense. If the other party hadn't insisted on coming to revive him, he could have lived a carefree life in Wangxian Valley.

I suppose that was my purpose in bringing him back in the first place.

Xu Xing stopped Jiang Zhuochen from digging through the fruit plate with his fork and forked a piece of melon for him, bringing it to his mouth. "Take your time, there's plenty of time."

Jiang Zhuochen opened his mouth and ate the melon with little interest, then pushed the fruit plate away a little and pouted, "I don't want to eat fruit, I want to eat snacks."

Fruit is everywhere, but who cares to eat it?

"Be good." Xu Xing put the fork back, calmly and naturally dealing with his little temper. "You can have the snacks in a few days."

Jiang Zhuochen muttered in dissatisfaction, "I'm all better now."

Xu Xing reached out and touched the wound, gently gliding his hand over the fabric to feel the faint outline of the scar.

Jiang Zhuochen pursed his lips and looked away, a fleeting blush crossing his face. These past few days, Xu Xing had been checking his wounds whenever he had a spare moment, examining them meticulously. If it weren't for the fact that his shirt wasn't unbuttoned, the other man probably wouldn't have just touched him.

“Master…” Jiang Zhuochen mumbled, “You’ve seen it many times already, it really doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Xu Xing hugged him and responded heavily. The scene of his clothes being soaked in blood that day was still vivid in his mind, and the fact that he had locked him up for several days in a fit of anger had made the injury worse, and the scars were more noticeable than on a normal person.

"It's just a scar," Jiang Zhuochen belatedly nuzzled him, smiling brightly. "It'll disappear in no time when we get back, no need to worry about it."

"You're so carefree," Xu Xing remarked, wondering how he developed such a forgetful and unforgiving personality.

Jiang Zhuochen hugged Xu Xing, unaware that the other party intended to let go, so he found a comfortable position and closed his eyes to rest.

When the plane landed on a private island near the Arctic Circle, Jiang Zhuochen realized that Xu Xing's so-called "going out for fun" was actually taking him to a hot spring.

The hot springs here are formed by volcanic geothermal activity and are an absolutely private area. The hot spring water is rich in special minerals, and surrounded by ice and snow, it presents a strange and gorgeous five-colored spectacle. There are also warning signs by the pool that say "not suitable for prolonged soaking".

This scene inexplicably reminded Jiang Zhuochen of the spiritual spring where his master cultivated in seclusion. He even wondered in his mind if he could place his collection of spirit stones by the spring and see if it would look just as beautiful.

Xu Xing noticed the eagerness in his eyes, smiled, stood next to him, and said, "Go back and change your clothes first."

Jiang Zhuochen nodded eagerly and pulled Xu Xing to the changing room. After changing, he felt a little thirsty and mumbled something, which Xu Xing overheard. So the man tapped his forehead and willingly went out to get him some water.

Jiang Zhuochen was sitting by the hot spring, lifting his bathrobe and kicking the hot water aimlessly with his feet.

Her firm, shapely legs were flushed a light red by the heat, swaying slowly from side to side. Water droplets splashed onto her skin and spread out without a trace, hanging on her legs, ready to drip.

He didn't notice Xu Xing standing behind him, his eyes dark and unfathomable, the veins on his hand gripping the water glass bulging.

Jiang Zhuochen took a breath, as if his raised leg had caught a chill from the low outside temperature. Without lowering his leg, he reached into the hot spring to scoop water and poured it down little by little. Then, he swept his palm back and forth on his leg a few times to wipe the water away.

He seemed to be having a blast, splashing water on his legs with great enthusiasm, until his hand was grabbed again, at which point he noticed Xu Xing approaching.

Why don't you go in and soak?

Jiang Zhuochen was puzzled. Had this person gone out for a walk and caught a chill? Why did his voice sound so strange?

He looked up and his heart skipped a beat when he met Xu Xing's gaze. The undisguised heat enveloped him completely, and the deep darkness was like a swamp, waiting for him to step in and sink into it together.

The way the other person looked like they wanted to devour him terrified Jiang Zhuochen, making his hair stand on end. He struggled to break free of the grip on his wrist, but after failing, he didn't dare to move. Avoiding the other person's gaze, Jiang Zhuochen said weakly, "Soak...soak now."

Xu Xing chuckled softly, then squatted down and glanced at the hands that were clasped together on the other person's legs. The heat from the hot spring spread to his palms as he wished.

"What's the rush? Didn't you just want some water?"

Jiang Zhuochen felt dizzy from the heat, otherwise why would he feel that the other person's fingers touching his thigh were hotter than the water temperature?

He almost frantically reached out to take the water glass, but the other person didn't let go. Instead, they held the glass to his lips, silently indicating that he should drink it.

Jiang Zhuochen raised his chin slightly and passively swallowed the warm water little by little. Before he could even see how the glass was moved away, Xu Xing kissed him.

The moment that strong and irresistible aura enveloped him, Jiang Zhuochen couldn't resist and braced himself against the ground with his hands. His neck curved into a beautiful arc, and his lips were easily parted and invaded.

He passively endured the opponent's offensive, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body from the inside out, forcing him to succumb to the opponent's rhythm.

In a daze, a warm object pressed against her half-open chest, and her legs, spread apart, had nowhere to go but to bend slightly and lonely on either side, her bathrobe slipping completely off.

Jiang Zhuochen's eyelashes trembled. With each inch his hand reached forward, his strength waned until he could no longer hold on and was about to fall into the hot spring.

Xu Xing wrapped his arms around Jiang Zhuochen's lower back, slightly adjusting his position so that the other man would fall backward in front of him, splashing water with a 'plop'. Jiang Zhuochen straightened up, wiped his face with his hands, and before he could catch his breath, he was pressed against the wall by the hot spring for another unfinished kiss.

He wrapped his arms around Xu Xing's neck, his tongue pressed tightly against Xu Xing's, slowly savoring the pleasure, and began to relax his body. After the other's tongue withdrew briefly, Jiang Zhuochen, still wanting more, held him close, tentatively licking it again.

Like a kitten, it didn't exert much force, but it tried its best to imitate the other person's movements.

Xu Xing's barely suppressed anger suddenly surged back, leaving red marks on his skin instantly as his fingers rested on his waist.

"Hmm..."

Jiang Zhuochen shifted uncomfortably, then turned his attention back to Xu Xing's lips, which had remained motionless since he pulled away. He bit Xu Xing's lower lip in annoyance, opened his watery eyes, and murmured, "Move a little..."

Xu Xing's breathing became heavy, and a dangerous storm gathered in his dark eyes as he slowly and forcefully rubbed his fingertips against the smooth skin beneath.

Jiang Zhuochen flinched and hugged the other person even tighter. "Shizun, I want a kiss..."

Xu Xing hooked his chin, his voice hoarse with desire: "What did you call me?"

Jiang Zhuochen tilted his head, his confused mind not understanding, only following his most primal desires, until he heard the other person ask a second time, seemingly without end.

“…Xu Xing.” Jiang Zhuochen nuzzled his cheek. “Xu Xing…”

Xu Xing took a step forward, locking the person firmly between him and the pool wall, leaving no gap, and kissed him again as he wished.

After the kiss, Jiang Zhuochen's chest heaved as he gasped for fresh air. He let out a satisfied sigh, then noticed out of the corner of his eye that Xu Xing was still staring intently, and a belated wave of shame washed over him. He averted his gaze and slipped into the warm spring water.

"I'm going to soak in the hot spring."

Xu Xing was amused by his attempt to cover up his misunderstanding. He wanted to do something, but this man was too naive and he was afraid of scaring him away, so he held back and ultimately did not make any further moves.

The two sat peacefully for a while, and the escalating atmosphere gradually calmed down. Jiang Zhuochen lay on his side by the pool, his body enveloped by the warm water, and closed his eyes contentedly.

He had a dream in which he returned to the night before the divine punishment, the night he returned from the trial.

He actually changed his residence in Wangxian Valley once.

Because he hadn't changed his temperament when he first arrived, he dared to run around even though he was as weak as an ant in the immortal sect. His master, seeing that he was too noisy and afraid that he would be bullied, made him move to live next to him. But now he has toned it down a bit, and no one asks him to move back.

The mountains beyond the mountains were truly quiet in the dead of night, as if even the insects would disappear without a trace, as if they knew a great person was present. Jiang Zhuochen stopped walking forward, turned right, and quietly pushed open the door to sneak into his master's room.

The person lying on the bed possessed a cool and aloof appearance. Their eyebrows were neatly sculpted and sharp, and their closed eyelids concealed an air of domineering arrogance, making them seem more approachable. Looking down past their high, straight nose, one couldn't help but notice their crimson lips, incredibly alluring.

Jiang Zhuochen always thought his master was the most handsome person in the world. Even though he was brought back and his appearance was changed, which shocked all the disciples, his master was still the most handsome person in the world, both in appearance and strength.

Just as he finished his reflection and was about to snuggle into bed, a slender, jade-like hand gently pulled him back. Without even opening his eyes, Xu Xing asked, "Why are you home so late?"

Jiang Zhuochen sat directly on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the bed. "Tired, I walked back."

"The ground is cold." Xu Xing sat up and helped the person up. He looked the person up and down and, finding no injuries, helped the person stand properly.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the two of them. Though their expressions remained the same, Jiang Zhuochen detected a hint of concern. He lowered his head slightly, a touch of grievance on his face. "Master, I want to sleep."

He spoke so naturally, without any airs. But it's understandable; anyone would feel uneasy and have trouble falling asleep in a strange place. So when he first arrived, he climbed into bed every day, and eventually it became a habit.

Xu Xing's lips curled slightly, his expression seemingly softened by the misty mountain air. "Have you had a bath?"

Jiang Zhuochen pursed his lips, his expression becoming even more pitiful. "Do you really have to go?"

Xu Xing remained unmoved, "Then I'll just have to trouble you to go back to your own room."

Jiang Zhuochen accused, "This is the first time I've been away for so long and you haven't even thought of me?"

After saying that, she realized she was being too sentimental, so she quickly added, "Then I don't miss you either."

She walked quickly to the door, but her hand was pulled back as she was about to push it open. In an instant, Xu Xing was already dressed.

"Chen'er, stop making a fuss."

Jiang Zhuochen was reassured and obediently followed the other party.

The two arrived at the hot spring where Xu Xing usually cultivated alone. The hot spring was surrounded by steam, and if you carefully felt it, you could sense an unusual spiritual power that could cause a slight tremor when it touched your body.

"If you feel tired, take a soak first."

Even if soaking in the water could increase his cultivation by ten years, Jiang Zhuochen was unwilling; all he wanted to do now was sleep. He half-heartedly threw himself into the water, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was completely dry, and there wasn't a splash of water on his face.

He glanced at the blue spiritual energy surrounding him and laughed, "Master, with you here, I definitely won't drown here."

Xu Xing was touched by those smiling eyes and said softly, "Of course."

Jiang Zhuochen had no recollection of how he got back to his master's room. He only remembered that he hadn't brought his eyes with him when he went out and accidentally bumped into Shen Hezhou. His homework books flew everywhere, and Shen Hezhou flicked his forehead in a gesture of feigned anger.

The force was greater than he had imagined, and the pain made him dizzy. In his daze, he heard Xu Xing calling his name and thought that the other party had come to avenge him.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to find the scene before him completely transformed. His weak body was caught by a pair of hands, who touched his forehead and spoke with concern:

How are you?

What's up?

Jiang Zhuochen wanted to ask, but couldn't bring himself to speak. After trying a few times, he simply gave up, tilted his head, and fell into a deep sleep.

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