Chapter 7 I Really Want to Kiss Him
He pointed to his heart with his fingertip, his tone pitiful, but his eyes gleamed with undisguised mockery and teasing, clearly enjoying Xie Xun's display of his claws after being provoked.
However, Xie Xun completely ignored his sarcastic questions and his feigned coquettishness.
His sharp fox-like eyes stared straight at the still-pretending demon, and his words cut to the chase with force.
"To what extent has the haunting spirit in the Liu family's haunted house merged with your remnant soul?"
Seeing that his attempt to gain sympathy was ineffective, Fu Qinghuai did not persist. He simply chuckled and moved closer again like a ghost.
This time, there was no actual physical contact, but the black mist surrounding him spread silently, as if it were a living thing.
A few wisps of cool, viscous mist coiled around Xie Xun's wrists like snakes, while others slipped down his trouser legs, lingering intimately on his ankles. Still others, like invisible vines, wrapped around his lean waist in circles.
Although it didn't tighten its grip forcefully, it proclaimed its omnipresent possessiveness everywhere.
Fu Qinghuai himself stood a step away, watching his black mist quietly entwine Xie Xun, and felt satisfied.
"Why does Ah Xun only care about that ignorant remnant soul, and not about me at all?"
He paused, lowered his voice, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, but with a hint of mischievousness, as if he were being serious but not quite: "It's eating and drinking well there, while I can only go without food with Ah Xun... I'm so pitiful."
Xie Xun: "..."
I got goosebumps, bro.
Don't disgust me, bro.
He didn't even bother to glance at the pretentious demon, completely ignoring the unsettling, chilling sensation swirling around him, as if those were just insignificant spider silk.
"Answer me," he said in a steady voice, brooking no argument, "to what extent has it been integrated?"
Fu Qinghuai suddenly felt a little bored when he saw that Xie Xun completely ignored his actions and even the black mist surrounding him.
His feigned grievance vanished instantly, and he chuckled softly. The black mist that had been swirling around him tightened its grip, as if it were invisible shackles.
“Ah Xun is so heartless, only thinking about these things.”
Fu Qinghuai spoke in a light, casual tone, with a hint of playful nonchalance. Seeing Xie Xun staring intently at him, he slowly continued, "That fragment of remnant soul you're concerned about is deeply entangled with the resentment of the Liu family..."
He paused deliberately, the black mist brushing against Xie Xun's neck in an ambiguous way, feeling the warm pulse beating beneath the other's skin.
"As for how far it has come..."
Fu Qinghuai deliberately dragged out his words, enjoying the slight furrowing of Xie Xun's brows caused by his deliberate pause, before kindly continuing, "It's probably like this: it's almost forgotten who it originally was, only feeling that it's the head evil spirit of the Liu family, eagerly waiting for fresh and delicious snacks to be delivered to its door~"
These words were enough to make Xie Xun realize the danger, but he didn't mention the Liu family's puppetry techniques or how powerful his remnant soul was, let alone that the haunted house had already been turned into a place for raising corpses for the living.
As a descendant of the Xie family, and the descendant of his centuries-old enemy, he has no right to know.
He should obediently be forced into a corner, and then, just like when they signed the contract, look at him with those beautiful eyes, but have to humiliatingly beg him for forgiveness.
Just thinking about it made his soul tremble with pleasure, and he couldn't wait to see this scene unfold.
He was looking forward to Xie Xun kneeling down and begging him like a dog.
How interesting that would be!
The demon leaned down and whispered in Xie Xun's ear again, this time with an excited anticipation of the spectacle, as if it could already foresee the scene that would delight it.
"So, are you even more eager to meet it in person?"
The voice was deep and seductive, like a thousand-year-old fox whispering in your ear, or like a hellish demon tempting you in the abyss.
Xie Xun could even imagine that those ancient rulers who were bewitched by enchanting concubines probably walked step by step into the abyss while listening to such sweet and deadly voices.
A chill ran through him, mixed with an indescribable irritation.
Fu Qinghuai's hypocritical act, his malice wrapped in cloying sweetness, is truly nauseating.
However, intense curiosity grew wildly from the bottom of his heart like vines, tightly binding his reason.
The headless female corpse in the suburban villa, the Liu family's puppetry, the truth behind the massacre of the Liu family of four, and the tragic fate of the Xie family's four generations of only male heirs...
All of this constituted a huge yet dangerous mystery, exuding an irresistible allure for him.
He loathed Fu Qinghuai's manipulation, yet he couldn't deny the unprecedented excitement that surged within him when the evil spirit pushed him into the trap.
Suddenly, Xie Xun gripped the wisp of black mist that Fu Qinghuai was wrapped around his wrist tightly, with such force that he almost crushed the yin energy.
Looking up, he met the demon's intrigued expression.
He suppressed all his emotions, leaving only a burning desire for challenge in his eyes.
"As you wish."
After saying that, Xie Xun suddenly smiled.
Those already upturned fox-like eyes had a slight slant at the corners, and they seemed to contain shattered starlight, or perhaps poison, possessing an aggressive beauty that pierced straight into Fu Qinghuai's eyes.
The evil spirit was slightly taken aback by the sudden burst of vibrant color, but Xie Xun moved.
He stepped forward, deliberately entering the black mist surrounding Fu Qinghuai. Then, he raised his hand and gently lifted the demon's cold chin with his well-defined fingers.
The way he performed this action gave off an inexplicable sense of superiority and a manipulative, controlling feel.
Then, Xie Xun leaned forward, his beautiful face close to the evil spirit's, his other hand gripping the back of his neck. Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
This sudden close proximity made Fu Qinghuai's breath catch in his throat.
At this moment, the indescribable fragrance emanating from Xie Xun slowly entered his nostrils, and a strange and surging heat, contrary to his cold nature, suddenly rushed into his heart, almost making him feel dizzy.
Xie Xun is very beautiful, but she is like a rose with poisonous thorns. You know she is dangerous, but you can't help but want to pick her, crush her, and finally swallow her.
As if possessed, Fu Qinghuai reached out to embrace Xie Xun's slender waist and leaned down to capture the handsome young man's thin lips, which were so close to his own, when a hand suddenly pressed against his chest.
It wasn't forceful, but it carried an unassailable dominance.
Fu Qinghuai paused for a moment.
Xie Xun tilted his head slightly, his upturned fox-like eyes glistening with moisture. The redness at the corners of his eyes hadn't faded, but his gaze was clear and alluring, filled with undisguised mockery, as if he were looking at an impatient young man.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his breath still slightly ragged from his earlier closeness, but his voice held a hook, "So eager?"
Xie Xun lightly patted his chest with his fingertips, clearly teasing him.
"It was just a couple of words when we got close, and you couldn't control yourself?"
The young man chuckled softly, a smile like a feather tickling the heart, making it itch terribly. "Could it be that he's been lonely for thousands of years, and seeing someone who catches his eye makes his heart race, and he can't help but want to kiss her?"
Each word was like a soft needle with barbs, pricking Fu Qinghuai's heart and igniting a fire within him, yet also causing a strange, tingling sensation. A kind of indescribable heat seemed to truly surge within his soul, converging towards his lower abdomen.
He was blocked and ridiculed, but the beauty's rejection only fueled his desire.
Xie Xun looked at the lust and embarrassment surging in the demon's eyes before slowly withdrawing his hand, as if he wasn't the one who had just approached and stirred the demon's heart.
"It seems your composure is nothing special."
He left behind this flippant comment, turned and walked towards the counter, leaving Fu Qinghuai with a provocative and seductive back view.
Fu Qinghuai froze on the spot, the expected warm and soft touch on his lips was nowhere to be found, leaving only the spot on his chest that had been teased, which was burning hot.
He stared at Xie Xun's retreating figure, his gaze gradually deepening.
Damn, I really want to kiss him.
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