Chapter 35 Chapter 35 is hot.
The two figures disappeared in an instant.
The wind whistled in my ears, and the blurry street scene flashed by in my peripheral vision.
They had entered the highlands of the upper city. The temple complex was majestic and towering, and the figures of the paladins were coming and going in the distance.
It was a moment later that she realized they were in mid-air.
The archbishop held the hammer in one hand and still held her in the other, and was not affected by the weight at all.
The flower-filled courtyard, the towering domes and arches, the silver candlesticks and lamps, the colorful murals that were drawn into a tangled mess of lines—
The breeze blew the curtains towards me, swaying into beautiful waves before my eyes.
Su Cheng was let go.
The back of his head sank into the soft pillow.
They entered an exquisitely decorated bedroom that showed little sign of habitation, like a reserved guest room, but it was cleaned very cleanly.
Between the half-hung curtains of the four-poster bed, the blond young man leaned over and supported her face, taking off his outer clothes to reveal the sturdy and smooth lines of his shoulders and arms.
"……Thanks."
Su Cheng raised his head.
Her voice was as hot as sun-dried wheat straw, and the collar of her shirt was soaked with dark water marks from sweat.
The high heat brought by the curse continued to evaporate, giving the skin a pearly luster, as if it would emit mist at the slightest touch.
Zhan En lowered his eyes and looked at her. "Promise me one thing. You don't have to make promises. Just do your best."
Su Cheng blinked, "What do you say?"
"...Control yourself and don't use the power of the God of Joy on me next time."
The blond youth sighed helplessly, "I might be able to offset some of the effects, but I can't completely block it out. If you let me lose control of my emotions too much, I might hurt you."
Perhaps fearing she might misunderstand, he added, "The God of Joy occasionally appears at banquets held by his followers."
Most of those followers are not favored by gods, but just a group of mortals who worship gods.
"Some people, after being blessed by Him, will be immersed in ecstasy forever, until their souls dissolve into pieces. So when you cultivate to a certain level, that power will make you feel threatened. If you accidentally use it on me, I might instinctively resist and cause you to be injured. Of course, I can heal all your injuries, but it's better not to let that happen, right?"
"...I understand. I will try my best to control it," Su Cheng nodded, "although I actually don't know how to use it."
Zhan En smiled and straightened up slightly.
He stretched out his arm, picked up a silver cup from the bedside table next to him, and handed it to him.
It was filled with chilled mint liquor, the ice cubes made a sound as they collided, and the walls of the cup were covered with fine water droplets.
Su Cheng raised his head and took a big sip, "Thank you——"
The coolness that entered her throat made her feel a little better.
Even if it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, at least I feel much better.
Zhan En took the cup and put it back on the tray. He looked at the young girl with flushed cheeks, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and moved closer.
His kiss was as cool as water droplets.
A kiss fell on her brow, passed over her eyebrows and eyelids, lingered on her cheekbone for a moment, and finally landed on the corner of her lips.
It felt very soft to the touch, exuding a refreshing scent mixed with ancient pine wood and mint, without much of the worldly smell.
Let her realize the other person's identity again.
Although she didn't choose him for this reason, she just felt that it happened to be an excuse and the timing was right.
But now think about it—
It's quite exciting in a way.
Su Cheng began to feel excited, and an inexplicable impulse surged up.
She tilted her face slightly and licked it gently, the tip of her tongue touching the edge of his slightly cool lips.
The archbishop's body stiffened for a moment, and his dark green eyes flickered, then were covered with an aggressive light.
He bit down immediately, not allowing her to retreat at all. His teeth suddenly closed together, pressing down on the small tip of her tongue.
Because the opponent controlled the strength very well, Su Cheng was not injured and did not feel much pain.
But he did not deepen the kiss, but maintained it, gently grinding the hot flesh.
She took a breath, and a tingling sensation spread instantly, from her mouth to her jaw and then to her body.
Su Cheng could clearly feel the outline of his teeth, as well as the lines and pressure of his lips.
She put her arms around his shoulders and grasped the crisp, thick uniform.
The fluffy, curly blonde hair rubbed against her jaw, causing a slight itch, then rubbed her throat, and then gradually moved downwards.
The long fingers that touched the cup still had traces of water on them, leaving a trail of wet marks.
She couldn't help but move her legs and accidentally kicked the low cabinet next to her. The silver cup shook and water droplets splashed, falling into the landscape painting on the wall.
Drops of water with the scent of mint flow across the towering mountains in the frame, lingering on the pale snow-capped peaks, and giving the blooming red lotus a rouge color.
She looked up at the painting, watching the water droplets continue to fall into the deep and lush forest in the mountains.
The sunlight outside the window is slanting, and the shadows inside the house are sliding quietly.
The water marks on the oil painting paper were illuminated, emitting a golden luster.
Su Cheng couldn't help but grab his hair, "Sir, you don't have to—"
Water droplets slid down the bottom edge of the picture frame, splashed onto the dressing table, and left a string of sparkling water marks on the mahogany tabletop.
She sighed softly, "...Okay."
The blond straightened up and wiped his mouth, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable."
The two of them were still very close, and he lowered his head slightly while speaking, a strand of golden curls falling lightly and brushing the girl's cheekbone.
She couldn't help but puff up her face, trying to blow them away.
The man above her chuckled softly, as if he found her action cute.
"No, it's fine," Su Cheng whispered, "...I just said that, I don't mean anything else, but you know the next steps, right?"
She didn't care about this at first. After all, he was so handsome that she could still guide him even if he didn't know how to do it.
Assuming there is no curse.
She really didn't have much energy right now, and could only hope that the other party was an old hand, otherwise it might be very troublesome.
If the curse breaks out completely and you haven't completely dealt with it, you will be the one who suffers and is tortured.
only--
Judging from his performance just now, she felt that he seemed a little awkward, although the experience was still good.
"I'm sorry," the blond sighed, "I swear to you, if you need it, you won't feel even the slightest pain from now on."
Su Cheng: “?”
Is that what I meant?
Although she didn't want the other party to hurt her, compared to the curse, these were not important.
Su Cheng: "You'd better not swear to me. I will pretend I didn't hear what you said just now."
Sometimes, even slight pain is unavoidable, right?
But she was not afraid that this sentence would trigger anything, because she was in control of the divine punishment anyway.
The extent may be difficult to guarantee, and it may not be stopped once it has begun.
But at least she has the switch.
Su Cheng: "Wait a minute, you're not talking about using holy magic again, are you?"
Zhan En held her wrist and felt the pulse beating under his palm, which was as fast as a frightened bird.
He didn't think she was really that nervous; it was obviously the influence of some external force.
"I don't think it's necessary, although I'm not with anyone else..."
His thumb unconsciously rubbed the hot skin. "Maybe it won't give you the most pleasant experience. If you need it, you can also make your request. If you need my cooperation--"
"Oh my god, I really didn't mean that!"
Su Cheng said distressedly, "I'm just a little tired, and I need you to take the initiative. Don't think that because I was chosen by the God of Joy, I have high standards and strict requirements for this kind of thing, just like some people think that the followers of the God of Contract are all liars—"
Zhan En said nothing.
Su Cheng looked up at him and felt that he seemed to really have this idea.
Su Cheng: “…”
Ah, stereotypes.
"Forget it," Su Cheng gave up explaining, "Anyway, it's not like that. I'm very happy now. Let's continue."
The archbishop was about to speak when his shirt was suddenly torn open.
The young god-favored one seemed to be coveting the coolness of his body and was humming and burrowing into his arms.
She hugged him eagerly and hard, burying her face in his chest.
He could feel the soft flesh of the girl's cheek rubbing against his chest, the tip of her tall nose pressing against the ravine of her chest muscles, and the hair and fine eyelashes on her forehead vaguely brushing past him.
Zhan En's breathing rhythm was a little disordered, and he held the girl's lower back.
Su Cheng's thoughts were not very clear. More skin contact relieved the burning sensation, but the pleasure that came with it also made him less alert.
She looked at the white and plump muscles and couldn't help but bite them.
Her remaining sanity told her that he was able to pick up the hammer with one hand, and that kind of strength was simply not something a normal person could possess, so he was most likely a high-level warrior.
So his body is definitely very tough.
So she bit without any control.
Sure enough, there was no sign of bleeding.
……good.
Su Cheng still remembered who the other party was, and knew that this was not someone he could offend easily. Seeing this, he bit it more boldly and even tore it apart with force.
The red marks left on the snow-white skin disappeared in an instant.
The girl still buried her head in his arms, her jet-black braids had mostly come loose, and her wet hair swept across like seaweed pushed by the tide.
She pulled up his wrist, letting his fingertips touch hers, and the muscles in her waist and abdomen suddenly tightened.
The man above took a deep breath, took the exquisite silver round box on the bedside, unscrewed the lid to reveal the fragrant essential oil.
It is made from floral dew, honey and herbs.
With one hand, Jan stroked her dark curly hair, his fingertips running through her hair, and with the other hand, he reached into the narrow box of heated essential oil, where the ointment felt damp and hot.
His dipping movements were gentle, as if he was touching fragile glass.
Layers of sediment accumulate at the bottom of the essential oil.
The fingertips were slowly moving deeper inside, and the outline of the joints stretched out the accumulated fat, like separating melted wax, and then gently fiddled with it.
Su Cheng also stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's golden hair.
The hair she touched was equally cool, like silk soaked in a stream on a summer night, wrapped around her trembling fingers.
The sweat accumulated in the neck flowed along the back muscles, across the arched spine and waist, and the skin touching each other was like ice and fire wrestling.
The man's slender waist and abdomen were stretched into a fully drawn bow under her palm, but the touch was still like a clear stream flowing through a mountain stream.
"Your hammer," Su Cheng said breathlessly, "how heavy is it?"
Zhan En was silent for two seconds, "...I didn't ask."
Su Cheng couldn't help but imagine the process of forging the weapon.
The cold-tempered sword will sink into the fire.
The sharp blade pierced into the gaps between the accumulated coal and rocks, splashing countless fragments.
The green smoke meandered into a river, and the sharp ridge was covered with fine water droplets, which melted in the high temperature and fell into the blazing ashes along the long and expanded sword body.
The bellows let out a long whimper as they were blown, and the charcoal fire burst into a burst of golden light under the squeezing.
She tilted her head back, and the sweat dripping from her hair left dark marks on the bed.
The blazing sea of fire entangled with the cold metal, and the ashes splashed in the tremors, spreading from the shadows all the way to the corner of the bed, and the light and shadow were stirred into a hazy mist.
“Oh my God—”
Su Cheng took a deep breath and felt sparks exploding in his spine.
Zhan En held her face and watched the lines around the girl's pupils spread like melted gold foil.
They stared at each other in the room filled with lust.
At the same time, Su Cheng seemed to see his irises fading - no, just the green color faded, but seemed to be covered by a brighter color.
Is this a manifestation of the emotions of those favored by God?
Su Cheng tried to find a pattern in his eyes, a puzzle that could reveal the sovereign authority behind him.
She reached out and pinched his chin, stroking his angular jawbone, "You are—"
However, the light soon died down and turned into the emerald green of a quiet lake in spring.
Tiny drops of water gathered between the man's eyelashes, almost like tears of repentance.
"I."
The sunlight passed through their touching noses, casting a blended silhouette on the bed.
The Archbishop leaned closer to her. "It's just me."
He said softly and calmly, "No one else, at least not now."
Su Cheng: “……?”
What is this guy talking about?
In a trance, she remembered what they had talked about, and she jokingly asked if some god was listening to their conversation through him.
——He couldn't possibly feel that he was still doubting this at this moment, right?
The blond young man leaned over and hugged her.
Su Cheng leaned back, and the bed began to shake.
The silver cups on the low cabinet fell over, and the tea flowed down and splashed onto the heavy war hammer lying below.
The huge hammer head covered with dense patterns was wet, and water marks filled every gap in the carvings, reflecting the scorching sun outside the window, shining brightly and emitting golden and red light.
One of her hands sank into the bed sheet, her knuckles turning white from lack of blood, and with her other hand, having nowhere to hold onto, she simply gripped the short handle of the warhammer.
Amid the sticky sound of water, the palms of my hands interlocked with the wet handle.
Every wrinkle in the palm was stretched open, the cold and hard metal crushed the soft flesh, and countless sensitive nerves were pierced.
She shivered and shook constantly at the chill, and tea spurted out from between her clenched fingers, spreading across the duvet sheet and onto the pillow.
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