Chapter 101 You've stabbed me in the heart, don't hold back.
Xie Xun almost choked, his ears turned bright red, and he glared at Fu Qinghuai, both angry and ashamed.
This bastard has such a cold and stern expression, yet he's spouting such vile and inhuman words!
"you……"
He was about to curse when Fu Qinghuai straightened up, instantly reverting to his cold and stern demeanor as a military commander, and gave a stern order to the person outside the door.
"Please take the Second Master back to his own courtyard. Without my order, he is not allowed to step out."
"As for Young Master Xie,"
He glanced indifferently at Xie Xun, who was still blushing, and said, "Since you're here, stay. The wedding date will still go ahead, so you won't have to go back and forth between the two places."
The guards stepped forward and, without a word, escorted Fu Qingyan, whose face was ashen.
All the other people left, leaving only the two of them in the living room.
Fu Qinghuai's cold and stern aura as a military governor dissipated considerably in an instant. He tugged at the collar of his military uniform, then suddenly leaned down, placing his hands on the back of the sofa on either side of the man's body, trapping him between himself and the sofa.
"Has he touched you?"
Fu Qinghuai's gaze fell on his neck, and his fingertips caressed the skin, which quickly turned red.
Xie Xun trembled sensitively, then heard a low, husky question in his ear: "Here?"
The warm breath traveled down the side of her neck, stopping at her collarbone through her clothes. "Still here?"
Xie Xun turned his face away to avoid it, but his chin was pinched and he was turned around.
Fu Qinghuai's nose was almost touching his, his voice gentle yet dangerous, "Why didn't Xunxun say anything? Did he really touch you?"
Xie Xun was pinned to the sofa by him, and finally got angry.
"Fu Qinghuai, what's wrong with you?!"
"Am I going crazy?"
Fu Qinghuai sneered, his fingers tracing the man's thin lips, his breathing becoming heavy. "Where did that bastard touch you? Here? Did he?"
Xie Xun hissed and kicked out, "Get lost! You saw it all, what are you pretending to be so arrogant about!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghuai grabbed his ankle and pulled him into his arms, the seam of his military uniform digging painfully into Xie Xun.
He whispered dangerously in Xie Xun's ear, "I saw him touch you with his dirty hands, I saw him try to put that broken jade on you..."
As she spoke, a hint of grievance crept into her voice. "Xunxun, I feel terrible."
The military belt dig painfully into Xie Xun's skin. The two were pressed tightly together, and the sensation in a certain area made him freeze instantly.
"Has Xunxun also changed his mind?"
Fu Qinghuai's aggrieved expression vanished, and he rubbed against him with a roguish grin, "Perfect, I'll get you everything."
"You fucking—"
Xie Xun was about to curse when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
That tone sounds so familiar.
Normally, when Fu Qinghuai gets jealous, he would pitifully beg for comfort and then coax him into doing *that* kind of thing in a manipulative way. He would never say such things or laugh like that.
"etc……"
Xie Xun narrowed his fox-like eyes, carefully examining the person on top of him. "Who exactly are you?"
Fu Qinghuai paused, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Xie Xun fiercely. The kiss was forceful and undeniable, yet it also revealed a familiar tenderness as their lips intertwined.
When the kiss ended, both of them were panting.
Fu Qinghuai pressed his forehead against his, his voice low and hoarse, "The spirit inside me is affecting me... Xunxun, I can't suppress it anymore."
He gently stroked Xie Xun's lips, which were slightly swollen from being kissed, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes confused.
“Not only is he eyeing you, but there’s another remnant soul who’s been working with the Liu family’s leather lanterns. He wants to use the spirits to devour you, and I have to keep up the act… but seeing others touch you, I…”
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly hugged Xie Xun tightly again, his voice trembling with tears, "Xunxun, it hurts so much, please kiss me, okay?"
The familiar green tea flavor finally confirmed Xie Xun's suspicions.
The Fu Qinghuai before me is still the same Fu Qinghuai, only his personality has been influenced by the Mirror Spirit he fused with back then.
"Stop acting,"
Xie Xun pushed him away impatiently, "Let's get down to business. Where is that remnant soul? How do we break this deadlock?"
Fu Qinghuai nuzzled his neck pitifully before slowly saying, "It's under the altar in the ancestral hall, but you can only leave after the ghost marriage ceremony is completed."
As they were talking, his hands started to wander again. "But Xunxun, can we practice our wedding night first?"
Xie Xun slapped away his groping hand, "Preparation my foot! So we have to go through the wedding process now?"
"Um……"
Fu Qinghuai buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, "That remnant soul will definitely appear during the wedding ceremony. You'll have to act accordingly then. If I lose control again..."
He looked up, his eyes unusually serious, "Just stab me in the heart, don't hold back."
What if you stab someone to death?
Xie Xun glared at him, then, unusually, cracked a joke, "You're the only little dog I have left."
"You're reluctant to part with it?"
Fu Qinghuai immediately grinned and pressed closer, "Then we can try poking somewhere else, but I'll do it..."
"Get lost!" Xie Xun glared at him again.
But that gaze was like a hook, firmly gripping his mind, not only lacking any intimidating power, but also like a seduction.
Fu Qinghuai's eyes darkened, and he picked the person up horizontally.
"Hey!" Xie Xun was startled and instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Didn't you want the wedding date to proceed as planned? Perfect!"
Fu Qinghuai carried him and strode towards the bedroom, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Is it too much for Xunxun and me to rehearse our wedding night in advance?"
"Fu Qinghuai! This is an illusion!" Xie Xun warned him in a low voice.
"What's wrong with the illusion?"
Fu Qinghuai shrugged it off, kicked open the bedroom door and closed it with black mist before placing the person on the large bed and covering them with his body. "It's better if it's fake, no matter how we play with it, it won't really hurt you. We can try the one we saw last time..."
"Stop it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Qinghuai grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, forcing him to tilt his head back and receive the man's kiss.
As they kissed, her hand skillfully unbuttoned his long robe one button at a time, her fingers slipping inside and caressing his waist.
Xie Xun's breathing became unsteady from his actions, and gradually, his hands, which had been pushing him away, lost their strength. "You...you tell me first how I...can cooperate with you..."
Fu Qinghuai bit his earlobe, her voice muffled, "We can talk while we do it... it won't take much time..."
Clothes slipped down in disarray, the bed curtains shook violently, and suppressed sounds followed.
...
It was unclear how much time had passed before the commotion gradually subsided.
Xie Xun lay weakly on the bed sheet, his long robe pulled down to his armpits, revealing a large expanse of his fair back with ambiguous marks.
Fu Qinghuai hugged him from behind, kissing the back of his neck intermittently. His military jacket was nowhere to be found, and his shirt was wide open, revealing his well-defined muscles.
"Can we get down to business now?"
Xie Xun's voice was hoarse, "How am I supposed to cooperate with you?"
Fu Qinghuai played with Xie Xun's hair, his voice still carrying a languid satisfaction.
"The wedding was a trap. That lingering spirit wanted to use the wedding ceremony to shrink both of our souls into the mirror of this mural world."
Fu Qinghuai embraced the person, took a deep breath of the fragrance on the person's neck, and his tone suddenly became serious, "When the wedding ceremony is held, you will see three of me: the puppet controlled by the mirror spirit, Fu Qingyan possessed by the remnant soul, and... me who might lose control."
Xie Xun frowned. "How am I supposed to tell?"
"Look at the eyes."
Fu Qinghuai turned him around, making him face him. "The Mirror Spirit's eyes are pure black, and when its remnant soul possesses you, it glows with blood. And I..."
As he spoke, he grasped Xie Xun's hand and pressed it against his own heart, saying, "If you see my pupils turn pure black, stab here."
Seeing Xie Xun's face turn pale, Fu Qinghuai immediately switched back to his manipulative tone, "Of course, if Xunxun is reluctant... just stab her in the waist, so that after I suffer the backlash, the mirror spirit and that villain's remnant soul won't take control of this body and do bad things to you..."
"Get to the point!" Xie Xun kicked him.
"Okay, okay~"
Fu Qinghuai didn't dodge. He smiled and kissed the person again. Then his expression became serious. He continued, "During the wedding ceremony, I will deliberately put a wisp of soul into the mirror. You must take this opportunity to find the mirror spirit's true form."
"That's a gilded bronze mirror with mandarin ducks on it, which should be hidden under the altar in the wedding hall."
As he spoke, as if still not at ease, he drew another talisman on Xie Xun's palm.
"Smash it with this. Remember, only you can touch the mirror itself."
"So, that's why you insist on going through with the wedding?"
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