Chapter 162: Fate 8 I want your soft heart

The expression on Qi Youwei's face froze for a moment. He frowned as if in confusion and leaned closer to him, speaking in a very low and soft voice.

"What?"

Li Yanze leaned back and repeated, "I'm leaving here."

"Where are you going?"

"Following the trail of the evil spirit, there is no certainty."

Qi Youwei's face fell and he didn't speak for a long time. He had just recovered from the excruciating pain and his face was still pale, with a faint dark blue tint between his brows and an abnormal purple tint on his thin lips.

Li Yanze couldn't help but move closer to him to see his expression, suspecting that he was still feeling uncomfortable.

"Take a shower and have a rest as soon as possible, and don't worry about these things. We met by chance, and it's time for us to meet and part ways."

Qi Youwei's silver ring hidden under his sleeve shone brightly. He pinched his left hand tightly with his right hand, as if trying to restrain something. He repeated softly: "Fate brings us together and separates us. Is there always a time?"

Li Yanze's spiritual power was slowly recovering, and his meridians were already flowing with spiritual power. He immediately reached out and touched his heart, and once again generously injected spiritual power into his heart meridians.

Qi Youwei did not stop him, and his face turned visibly red.

"Have you recovered your spiritual power?" Qi Youwei suddenly asked him.

Li Yanze told the truth: "The stagnant spiritual energy has loosened up when I woke up this morning. I think it will be almost fully restored tomorrow morning."

Qi You smiled, a gentle smile on his face, without saying a word to keep him, he just reached out to touch the teapot.

"Since this is a farewell party, how can I not offer you a glass of wine? Unfortunately, I am not in good health, so I can only drink tea instead of wine."

Li Yanze instinctively felt that something was wrong with Qi Youwei at this moment, but he also felt resentful in his heart.

For some reason, even though he and Qi Youwei were just casual acquaintances, he subconsciously felt that Qi Youwei shouldn't have lied to him or kept secrets from him.

If someone else lied to him, Li Yanze would at most feel disgusted, but if Qi Youwei lied to him, he would inexplicably feel resentful. It was as if he was the only one who could not and should not be lied to.

Qi Youwei changed the water in the teapot, making the herbal tea slightly hotter. He picked up a cup of tea and looked straight at Li Yanze.

The night was dim, and half of his body was hidden in the shadows. The incongruous smile on his face made him look like a mountain goblin seeking revenge.

Li Yanze lowered his eyes to look at the cup of tea, sighed softly, took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Qi Youwei's brows relaxed slightly as he looked at Li Yanze holding the teacup with a melancholy look on his face. The fool who didn't care about anything seemed to have some thoughts at this moment.

Qi Youwei's posture became much more relaxed, but his eyes were always on Li Yanze, and he spoke slowly.

"You said that fate will eventually come together and separate, and I think that's right. But things like fate are something that even you who claim to understand the way of heaven can't predict, so how dare you easily say that fate will separate?"

Li Yanze raised his eyes to look at him, then tilted his head in inexplicable shock, subconsciously avoiding his sight.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince believes in self-centeredness and believes that human planning is better than destiny. We cannot agree on the law of fate."

Qi Youwei shook off his previous sickly posture, relaxed his back, supported his head with his arms, and tilted his head to continue looking at Li Yanze. The candlelight was dim, and there seemed to be sparks in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Li Yanze was stunned. He rarely showed such an attitude. He thought Qi Youwei was the kind of person who was good at pretending. He calculated ten steps and only showed one step, with arrogance hidden inside.

"Young Taoist priest, you are very insightful." Qi You lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes half-closed and his eyes were deep. "I only believe in fate. Destiny is nothing more than the result of people's intentional or unintentional manipulation and guidance."

"What do you think, young Taoist priest?"

Li Yanze felt that he had something else in his words, but he couldn't figure out what he was saying. Only when he looked at him through the candlelight occasionally, he felt his gaze like a cold and sticky snake tongue, licking and twisting him inch by inch with ambition.

Li Yanze looked away: "I only believe that Tao follows nature."

Qi You smiled, suddenly stood up, and walked slowly behind him. Li Yanze watched his shadow slowly approach and overlap, covering his.

Qi You lowered his eyes slightly, put his hand on his shoulder, leaned closer and asked him: "Little Taoist priest, do you know what love and lust feel like?"

Li Yanze's back tensed for no reason, and he suspected he had heard it wrongly: "What?"

Qi You smiled, stood up, and slowly moved his slender pale fingers from the side of his neck to his shoulder, inch by inch, through his plain clothes, neither lightly nor heavily, as if measuring.

Li Yanze didn't know what was going on, he felt heat rising on his face and ears, and turned his head to look at him warily.

"what you do?"

Qi You slightly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and smiled at him. He withdrew his hand, put away the valuable purple robe, and judged in a casual tone: "It seems that you really don't understand. It's my heart that has a demon."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Li Yanze felt that Qi Youwei was different from usual and became unpredictable.

"Miss Xing'er likes you, did you know that?"

"Don't judge others."

Li Yanze frowned, but after he finished speaking, he saw Qi Youwei couldn't stop laughing, and he coughed twice in a low voice before stopping laughing.

"How can it be considered as making irresponsible remarks?" Qi Youwei stood beside him, not too far away and not too close. He did not touch him, but still caused an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"If you do this, Miss Xing'er will be sad. She wants to be with you. She wants to be with you for the rest of her life, to sleep with you in life and to study with you in death."

Qi You leaned over slightly and leaned close to his ear, his voice becoming softer and softer, the air brushing against his ear like a feather. Li Yanze could smell the faint scent of medicine on him, even though he had moved away from him, the faint smell was still clear.

"I am a cultivator, I have cut off all worldly ties, and I will not be entangled with anyone for my entire life."

Li Yanze answered without hesitation. His beautiful eyes reflected the tiny lights, but he looked so distant and cold.

Qi Youwei suddenly pinched his cheek from behind, his fingers were cold and kept tightening like a pair of pliers. Qi Youwei lowered his head and moved closer to him, his cold lips rubbed against Li Yanze's ear with a soft touch.

Li Yanze wanted to break free from him, but he didn't expect Qi Youwei to be so strong that he held him tightly and prevented him from moving. He could use his spiritual power, but Qi Youwei... was just a mortal and couldn't stand it.

Qi You lifted his cheek slightly, and his eyes started from the cinnabar red mole between his eyebrows, tracing every inch of it with the help of the light; his eyes were not gentle at all.

"I am just a mortal, young Taoist priest. I cannot withstand your spells."

Qi You lowered his eyes slightly, with a clear goal, looked at his lips, moved closer, and entangled with his breath.

Qi Youwei saw that spiritual power had already condensed at Li Yanze's fingertips, but he didn't show any fear. Instead, he gently rubbed his nose, tilted his head almost to Li Yanze's lips, and whispered.

"But I offended you like this, so even if I get hurt by you, it's my own fault."

Li Yanze's breathing quickened, he looked at him in astonishment, and couldn't help but gather spiritual power at his fingertips. But even if it was a simple immobilization spell, Qi Youwei would find it difficult to bear it. He wouldn't die, but his heart meridian would not be able to bear it.

It just hurts for a while...

Li Yanze's scalp was about to explode. The medicinal fragrance on Qi Youwei's body stuck to him like a spider web, trapping him on the spot. He could have broken free, but he was already worried.

This is what makes Li Yanze most tormented.

Qi Youwei looked at him and saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were full of tension and helplessness, and his cheeks were tightly held in his hands, looking really pitiful.

"Ah." Qi Youwei didn't think the move was despicable, but instead proudly declared: "I've softened my heart."

As he spoke, the last syllable of his words was crushed between their pressed lips. Qi Youwei's temperature was low, but his movements were ferocious.

He was not allowed to close his lips tightly, nor was he allowed to shrink and turn his head away. His slightly cold lips and tongue tip were like frozen snakes, eagerly burrowing into the warm and humid place to keep warm.

Qi Youwei never knew that this feeling could be so wonderful, not boring or dirty at all, so exciting and addictive.

Li Yanze's mind was in a mess, the spiritual power on his fingertips dissipated, and he had no time to absorb it. His lips and tongue were lightly bitten by his teeth. The subtle invasion and threat made his back numb and weak.

Li Yanze's cheeks were squeezed and rubbed by Qi Youwei's fingertips, and an arc bulged between his fingers, soft and warm, completely different from Qi Youwei's cold fingertips.

Only when Qi Youwei was pushed away did Li Yanze get a slight breath back.

Under the dim light, their eyes met, and Li Yanze saw the true colors on that gentle face. His eyes were slightly narrowed, with an expression of unsatisfied desire, and his gaze slid down unruly. It could be said that he couldn't help himself, but it could also be said that he couldn't control his lust.

Whenever Qi Youwei moved closer, Li Yanze would turn cold and push him away. Qi Youwei never got tired of this game of moving closer and then being pushed away.

"You have never experienced love, so how can you talk about severing your worldly ties?" Qi You smiled slightly and wanted to reach out to touch Li Yanze's cheek.

Li Yanze stretched out his hand to wave away his movements, slowly taking a deep breath. His cheeks were covered with messy finger marks, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, his eyes were dazed, and he frowned in annoyance. His lips were red, swollen and cracked, and the tip of his tongue still felt numb.

Li Yanze felt that Qi Youwei was like a peppercorn that was accidentally bitten and crushed between his lips. His sense of taste and pain were so confused and numb that they could not be distinguished from each other.

Li Yanze closed his eyes, raised his hand to his heart and suddenly took back all his spiritual power. Looking at his suddenly painful expression, his fingertips trembled for a moment, but he finally pushed him away and was about to leave.

The little bit of rosy complexion that Qi Youwei had managed to gather disappeared completely. The more excited and motivated he was, the more uncomfortable he felt.

But this pain came from Li Yanze. It started from Li Yanze. He actually laughed softly, feeling indescribable joy, and held him tightly, not letting him leave.

Li Yanze closed his eyes and opened them again, watching him leaning to one side with his brows furrowed in heartache. Even though he felt sorry for him, he just watched.

"Youwei, you confuse me." Li Yanze sat there, still watching Qi Youwei fall to the ground in pain, and reached out to grab his sleeve.

"What do you want to prove? Prove that I'm attracted to you?" Li Yanze lowered his eyes and looked at him. Qi Youwei looked at him and felt that he really looked like a high and mighty statue.

"Why bother yourself?"

He knew this would happen when he admitted that he was tempted. It was a life-or-death choice. If a selfish and ambitious man like him didn't choose himself, he would be doomed to sit on the ground in such an embarrassing manner like a lost dog.

"I said, we just met by chance. There won't be more." Li Yanze didn't say much. He didn't help Qi Youwei, nor did he brush away his hand that was tightly holding his.

Qi Youwei covered his heart with his hands, leaned sideways on his knees, and tightly grasped Li Yanze's robe sleeve with his other hand.

"But you are soft-hearted towards me. What I want is your soft-heartedness."

Li Yanze took a deep breath, not wanting to stay here any longer and sort out this mess that had started without him knowing when. He stood up and made hand gestures to make him fall asleep, but the spiritual power in his fingertips suddenly dissipated.

Li Yanze looked at his fingertips in astonishment. He could suddenly feel that the spiritual power circulating in his meridians had disappeared again, and was tightly blocked in the golden elixir.

Qi Youwei glanced at his expression, and immediately lay on his knees with his head down, frowning as if unconscious. Li Yanze looked at Qi Youwei suspiciously, but found that he had no response no matter how he called.

Li Yanze reluctantly stretched out his hand to send the remaining spiritual power back into his heart meridians, then picked him up and carried him back to the bed in the inner room.

He's already like this, this isn't the right time to doubt him.

Li Yanze felt a little guilty. He thought he should take most of the responsibility for the chaotic kiss because he could have broken free and used his spiritual power to hold him down.

No matter what the reason is, if it is not stopped, it is not stopped.

How could this happen? Li Yanze helplessly stayed beside Qi Youwei. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to leave, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Anyway, his spiritual power is gone, and he is the prince of a country, the person in power. If anything happens to him, the world will be in chaos...

Li Yanze stared blankly at Qi Youwei's pale face, not knowing what to do with him. He even had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He didn't say it was love, what if it was just a whim? They didn't say it, it was nothing big, just an unclear kiss.

Let's just forget about it and pretend it never happened. He will be gone in a few days anyway...

Just as he was thinking about it, Qi Youwei suddenly turned sideways, rubbed with his eyes closed, and held his hand tightly. He curled up and moved closer with half-opened eyes, then lowered his head and gently kissed his fingers with his lips.

Li Yanze pulled his hand back abruptly, the lights exploded, and his heartbeat became chaotic.