Chapter 65 [VIP]

Xu Xing went completely mad.

The boundless anger and possessiveness spread throughout his body, exploding in waves, and the remaining burning heat became uncontrollable due to the vivid and sensual scene.

He kept a straight face, and his footsteps were undisguised, disturbing the person in bed who groggily opened their eyes and let out two dissatisfied groans.

The light body withdrew from Jiang Zhuochen's body, transforming into a soul body that landed by the bedside, quietly watching its other self.

"roll."

Xu Xing didn't even glance at him, walking straight past and grabbing the bedside lamp, tossing it behind him. The moment his soul vanished, he also grabbed Jiang Zhuochen's chin.

"Didn't they say he wasn't allowed to be released?"

Jiang Zhuochen didn't feel any pain from the contact; instead, his expression relaxed.

He grabbed the other person's forearms with both hands and began to complain slowly, "But I missed you... You came back so late, and you wouldn't let me go look for you..."

Xu Xing leaned down and bit his lips, grinding the flesh between his teeth, then reached out to cover the spot where his soul had touched with his own scent. Only after the man softened did he move away slightly.

"Fine, you won't be able to leave my side for even a moment from now on." After saying that, he leaned in again.

Before Jiang Zhuochen could even utter a word, their tongues were entangled in a passionate kiss, and the heat in his heart surged forth like a torrent.

Reason was completely burned away; he put his legs on the other person and turned around.

He closed his eyes and gnawed and bit, trying to release the heat. His mouth came to the neck and he sucked on the thin layer of skin.

A sharp pain spread from where Jiang Zhuochen had bitten him. Xu Xing's expression remained unchanged as his palm lingered on the other's smooth back, helping the person who was setting fires all over him to a more comfortable position.

As Jiang Zhuochen moved, his chin bumped into the other person's open collar, blocking his movement. A surge of irritation rose in his heart, and without saying a word, he reached out to unbutton his shirt.

But when people are in a hurry, their hands are easily out of control. After unbuttoning two buttons, he impatiently used his spiritual power to casually wave his hand and roughly solve the problem.

A faint, indistinct chuckle drifted into Jiang Zhuochen's ears from above, making him shrink back in ticklishness, before retaliating even more fiercely.

"It's so hot, Master... How come you're so cool? I want to hold you forever."

Xu Xing's voice was hoarse as he deliberately leaned close to the other person's ear: "Just hugging?"

The undisguised acquiescence in those words aroused Jiang Zhuochen, and he proved with his actions that what followed was not as simple as a hug.

The trapped mountain torrents broke through the dikes, tearing open an unstoppable outlet, and the scalding floodwaters, overflowing from the chest, finally poured out and flooded Jinshan.

...

The next morning, taking advantage of the weekend, Xu Xing took a break. He didn't get up immediately after waking up, but instead stared down at the boy lying on top of him for an unknown amount of time.

He casually stroked the other person's back until the person got annoyed, frowned in their sleep, twisted restlessly a few times, then rolled over to get away, pulled the blanket over their head, leaving only a few strands of hair exposed.

Xu Xing smiled slightly. The temperature of the skin that was touching his was slowly dropping. Seeing that the other person still showed no signs of waking up, he simply got up himself.

Not long after, Jiang Zhuochen woke up naturally. He didn't find Xu Xing in the room, so he turned around and was about to go out when he caught a glimpse of the longevity lamp that had been in the corner all night. He bent down and picked it up to take with him.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and he leaned lazily against the sofa, idly turning the lampshade.

Xu Xing came out of the study and saw the figure in the living room who was lost in thought from afar. As he approached, the other person also noticed him.

Jiang Zhuochen's eyes lit up immediately. He sat up straighter, and his bathrobe, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was not tied tightly. With the movement, it slipped down halfway, revealing the crisscrossing red marks on it without any concealment in front of him.

Xu Xing, who had just finished a meeting, suddenly felt even thirstier. He raised an eyebrow, walked over, placed his hand on a red mark on his shoulder, and leaned down to ask, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

“I don’t want to change. Besides…” Jiang Zhuochen tilted his head, his smile amplified by the sunlight streaming through the window, making his smugness unmistakable. “Don’t you like it too?”

Xu Xing chuckled, surprised by this blatant and unreserved attitude. Since that was the case, his gaze also brazenly fell on the skin on her chest, his fingers moving downwards to ignite it.

Her obedient and docile demeanor successfully pleased Xu Xing, and even the broken lamp in her arms seemed more pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Zhuochen shuddered as the hand moved lower and lower, causing the longevity lamp to fall against the edge of the sofa and roll to the floor.

He had just embraced Xu Xing, and the passion that had subsided after a night of intimacy returned. He tilted his head back and kissed those lips.

Xu Xing pressed down with his strength, supporting his head and deepening the kiss.

The only sound in the living room was the slurping of water. Jiang Zhuochen's legs gave way, and he fell off Xu Xing, landing on the ground. The white expanse of his feet made the bite marks on his ankles stand out even more.

When Jiang Zhuochen turned his head, panting, a glimpse of blue appeared in his vision. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that the Longevity Lamp had been turned on at some point. At this moment, his soul was hanging a meter away, staring at them expressionlessly.

Jiang Zhuochen's thoughts were immediately jolted into calm as he propped himself up and stared blankly at the spirit.

Even though it's the same person, being watched by a pair of eyes while doing this kind of thing always gives you an inexplicable sense of unease.

He struggled in Xu Xing's arms but couldn't break free. Instead, the man met the soul's gaze with great interest, his eyes revealing undisguised provocation and contempt.

?

What does this mean?

Jiang Zhuochen said gently, "Let me go first."

Xu Xing shifted his gaze back to Jiang Zhuochen, the smile on his lips fading slightly. "What's wrong? Why did you release him?"

"That's strange." The calmer those eyes were, the more uneasy Jiang Zhuochen felt. "Relax for a bit, I'll put your soul back in."

"What's strange about it?" Xu Xing remained unmoved, a sudden surge of annoyance at being disturbed welling up inside him. "Can't he go back by himself? If he wants to see so much, let him see as much as he wants."

Jiang Zhuochen was almost speechless with amusement at Xu Xing. He quickly glanced at the soul and patted Xu Xing on the shoulder. "Then let go of me too."

"Tsk."

Xu Xing wrapped his arms around the person and held them in his arms, sitting directly opposite the spirit. He lifted the leg that the other person was stepping on the ground, bent it, and placed it on the sofa, tracing the bite mark with his fingertips.

The sight of his bathrobe almost completely fallen off was stared straight into his soul's eyes, causing Jiang Zhuochen to belatedly feel a sense of shame.

Is he crazy? He can be open and honest with Xu Xing when it comes to intimate contact, so why is he embarrassed when it comes to someone he knows well?

He tried to pull his foot out, but the other person didn't budge. "...What are you doing?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Xu Xing lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Zhuochen's unnatural expression. "You keep your distance from me the moment you see him? Aren't I your master?"

Jiang Zhuochen chuckled after hearing this, "You only have this face... Ugh! No..."

Xu Xing grabbed his chin and kissed him without saying a word. The more the man resisted, the tighter he held him.

What do you mean by "just the same face"? My acceptance of spirits had finally gotten a little higher, but now it's plummeted back to rock bottom.

He moved a little distance away, his nose touching Jiang Zhuochen's, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, who am I?"

Jiang Zhuochen touched his stinging lips, looking aggrieved: "Xu Xing."

Xu Xing pressed on, "Anything else?"

Jiang Zhuochen turned his head to look at the motionless soul, then turned back and whispered, "It's Master..."

He wasn't wrong. Apart from his face, everything else was different. He had never seen such a wicked personality in his previous masters. Otherwise, how could he have suspected it time and time again without reaching a conclusion?

He spoke reluctantly and unwillingly.

Xu Xing pulled the man into his arms, pressed his fingers against his chin again, making the other look directly into his soul, and then leaned close to his ear, mischievously asking, "So, which master do you like?"

Jiang Zhuochen felt like his head was about to explode. He swallowed hard and was about to speak when the pressure on his chin increased, as if to remind him to think carefully before speaking.

He hesitated for a moment, and just as Xu Xing grew impatient and reached his hand inside his legs, he quickly took a deep breath, hugged Xu Xing tightly, and kissed him.

"I love you no matter what you are like, as long as it's you."

Xu Xing chuckled ambiguously, "In the end, it's still that one person I can't let go of."

He decisively loosened the belt, and the precariously fastened bathrobe fell to the ground. Jiang Zhuochen's vision went black, and he frantically tried to grab the bathrobe back.

"No...no!"

Although he had been thinking about it recently, it wouldn't work here!

"Why not?" Xu Xing restrained him and asked in return, "They're just a few wisps of remnant souls, living like vegetable people, what are you afraid of?"

"Are you angry?" Jiang Zhuochen was on the verge of tears. "But he is you, you yourself have admitted it."

Xu Xing bit his earlobe, "Since he is me, why are you struggling?"

"I didn't..." Jiang Zhuochen's voice trailed off as he stammered, "Let's go back, let's go back to the room, okay?"

"No." Xu Xing refused without hesitation, keeping the other person's gaze firmly on him. "I'm tired of doing it in the room."

...

Jiang Zhuochen was tossed and turned on the sofa, his clear thoughts gradually becoming shrouded in a mist, his mind immersed in the enchanting atmosphere, becoming oblivious to everything else.

The alluring feeling from yesterday surged back, his mind cleared, and with a flip, he returned all the fire that Xu Xing had set.

Then the wind swept away the clouds, and Jiang Zhuochen covered his face in despair.

But Xu Xing had no intention of letting him go. He didn't mind the spirit being in his way, so he left the light on every day and let the other person stand in front of him while he helped Jiang Zhuochen desensitize.

The person who always wanted to stick to Xu Xing quickly adapted in just two days and was even able to sit in Xu Xing's arms and greet the spirits with a smile.

Xu Xing was very satisfied with this. He finally picked up the longevity lamp from the ground, put his soul inside, changed his clothes, and went to work.

A note from the author:

Here's an explanation of the Master's state settings, in case some of you don't understand. Since his soul hasn't been fully collected yet, it's roughly the same as what the CEO said: when maintaining human form, he's similar to a vegetable. Normally, he only comes out or goes back automatically when nurtured in the lamp and has enough energy; otherwise, you have to manually turn the lamp cover on and off. Maintaining his light body doesn't require much energy, and he can respond to some simple movements.