Extra Chapter 16: Lotus Heart Covered in Dust - Soothing
Emperor Shitian walked out of the Government Affairs Hall, raised his golden eyes slightly, and accurately captured the existence of the black and red evil spirit in the clouds that was trying to hide but was leaking out due to emotional fluctuations.
The corners of his lips curved slightly, and then turned into a soft golden light, chasing after him silently.
Asura was hanging in the sea of clouds with his arms folded, sulking, feeling sour and bitter in his heart. Sometimes he thought that Indra was a heartless liar, and sometimes he couldn't help but hope that he would chase him out.
Just when I was extremely confused, I suddenly heard the sound of shallow breathing and the familiar fragrance of lotus behind me.
He turned around suddenly and saw Indra standing quietly a few steps behind him. His moon-white robe was blown by the wind, and it seemed to be flying. His golden eyes were looking at him without blinking. The previous confusion was gone, and instead there was a kind of... understanding and a faint tenderness.
Asura's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously tried to keep a cold expression, but he couldn't help but look at him greedily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked stiffly, turning his head away from him. "Aren't you going to discuss the Star Track matter with your 'right-hand man'?"
Indra didn't answer, but sighed softly, with a hint of apology in his voice: "Ashura, it's my fault."
Ashura's ears twitched, but he still held on: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with that? Your Majesty is busy with all sorts of affairs and cares about the people. It's me who is being unreasonable and disturbing Your Majesty."
Hearing these sour words, Indra felt like laughing but also felt distressed. He slowly walked forward, walked in front of Ashura, and looked up at his tense profile and tightly pursed lips.
"I've neglected you, haven't I?" Indra asked softly, reaching out his hand and lightly touching Ashura's clenched fist with his fingertips. "You've neglected my Ashura these days."
The words "My Ashura" seemed to have magical power, instantly cracking Ashura's hard shell.
He turned his head abruptly, staring at Emperor Shitian with crimson eyes filled with grievance, anger, and a subtle hint of vulnerability. "You just realized this?! I thought you only cared about your government affairs, only about those..."
He didn't finish his words because Indra's fingertips had already touched his cheek, and the slightly cool touch silenced him instantly.
"I'm sorry." Emperor Shitian apologized earnestly, his golden eyes filled with sincerity, "I was too focused on those things and forgot that my God of War actually needs company."
He paused, his voice softening a bit, "Seeing you leave in anger, I'm here..." He took Ashura's hand and pressed it against his heart, "It will be very uncomfortable."
Under the palm of his hand was Indra's steady but clear heartbeat, and the warm touch came through the clothes.
All of Ashura's dissatisfaction and jealousy suddenly deflated after this straightforward apology and intimate gesture, leaving only a full sense of soreness and... a hint of embarrassment.
His eyes wandered for a moment, and his tone softened: "...Who, who needs company! I just... I just can't stand that pretty boy always hanging around you!"
Emperor Shitian finally couldn't help but chuckle, his golden eyes flickering with mischief. "So my Asura is just jealous. Chen Yao is just a subordinate. His talent is used in astrology and calendar, which is beneficial to me and the Celestial Clan, that's all." He moved closer, almost touching Asura's chest, looking up at him. "You've always been the only one who can make my heart flutter and my mind lose its mind."
Ashura's face instantly heated up. Indra's blunt words and his close proximity to his face made his heart beat faster. Any remaining awkwardness vanished, leaving only a huge sense of satisfaction and joy. But he insisted, "...sweet talk. Who knows if you're just trying to fool me?"
"Is this just to tease you?" Emperor Shitian's eyes flashed with cunning. He took the initiative to put his arms around Ashura's neck and pressed his body close to him. His voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of a man. "Your Majesty, come and verify it yourself, and you'll know."
He stood on tiptoe slightly and pressed his soft lips against the corner of Ashura's lips. It was no longer the passive kiss that was forced upon him before, but an active kiss with a clear invitation.
Asura's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the color of his red eyes deepened. He almost immediately took the initiative, tightly holding Indra's waist with one hand and pressing him towards himself, while with the other hand clasping the back of his head, he deepened the kiss.
This kiss was no longer filled with anger and plunder, but instead carried the eagerness and lingering tenderness of regaining what had been lost, filled with a desire to confirm each other's existence. Indra meekly tilted his head back to endure it, even responding awkwardly, which only made Asura even more excited.
The sea of clouds surged around them, but could not block out the beautiful world that was gradually warming up.
When the kiss ended, Emperor Shitian panted slightly, his lips glistening with moisture, and his golden eyes were covered with a layer of moving mist. He leaned in Ashura's arms, listening to his heartbeat, which was as rapid as his own, and whispered, "Are you not angry anymore?"
Asura buried his head in the crook of his neck, greedily breathing in the refreshing lotus fragrance from his body, and muffledly said, "...it depends on your performance."
Indra chuckled, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning Asura's clothes, and his slightly cool fingertips touched his solid and hot chest, feeling the throbbing heartbeat and slightly raised demonic patterns underneath.
"Then... I will sincerely apologize to His Majesty, how about that?" Indra's voice was filled with a rare, alluring charm. He took Ashura's hand and led him towards the Shanjian Palace's sleeping quarters. "Let's put government affairs aside for now... Today, I will only accompany my Ashura."
Asura was so tense by his sudden initiative and enthusiasm that his blood seemed to boil. He no longer remembered Chen Yao or his jealousy. All he could think about was the man in his arms who offered himself to apologize.
He picked up Indra and carried him horizontally, then turned into a stream of light and quickly rushed towards the bedroom.
"You said it..." Ashura's voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised desire and pleasure, "Today... you are not allowed to beg for mercy."
The palace door closed, isolating the inside and outside. Only a few suppressed gasps, low moans, and someone's occasional tearful, intermittent assurances could be heard:
"Only you... Ashura... always... only you..."
As for the second day, the new emperor of the Celestial Clan rarely showed up on time for the court meeting, while the king of the Ghost Clan appeared in front of everyone with a refreshed spirit and a cheerful face, and even rarely showed any impatience with the cumbersome etiquette. That is a story for another time.
In short, a bitter internal conflict caused by a misunderstanding was ultimately resolved with an extremely "deep" and "thorough" apology. And the lotus pond in Shanjian City seemed to bloom even more brilliantly, as its owner's joyful mood made it seem even more beautiful.
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