This passion was fierce, intense and surging, yet its origin was calm and natural, arising from the heart and emotions, simply from the desire to be close to each other.
I want to make my breath your breath, your feelings my feelings, and the expectations and love of both of us become our common part.
The love between childhood sweethearts is as passionate as the most blazing fire. They long for each other so much that they want to burn everything for each other. In their eyes, there is no room for anything else except each other, and even the whole world is just a blurred silhouette.
They want to blend their blood, mix their temperatures, and the clearest and most selfless love will be assimilated with the most stubborn and extreme love into a whole, without any distinction between you and me.
The kiss was a light, shallow one, not deep, yet something more intense was silently transmitted between them. Their fingers were clasped tightly together, chests pressed against chests, one heart feeling the other's through the thin layers of flesh. Their breaths, each other's, crossed and mingled between their lips, finally blending into something indistinguishable.
Just like the meaning they hold in each other's lives, they have long been inseparable.
Although the kiss ended, their lips lingered on each other for a long time before they reluctantly separated. Han Qianling's former icy demeanor had long since melted into a gurgling spring. A soothing and gentle smile graced his brows and eyes, and paired with his lips, now rosy red from Luo Jiujiang's kiss, his beauty was unparalleled.
Luo Jiujiang stared at him, then suddenly pulled Han Qianling's sleeve, and the two of them fell on the newly grown green grass on the hillside like a stack of Arhats. The force of their fall shook up a bunch of pink peach petals, which seemed to be startled and stayed in the air for a moment, then slowly floated down, and finally covered the two men's heads.
"My Qianling...she is pure and beautiful." Luo Jiujiang murmured softly.
Han Qianling's smile deepened upon hearing this. In the past, back in the Suzaku Realm, if anyone had dared to say something so offensive to him, he would have probably slammed them to the ground. However, even though he was now supporting himself with his arms pressing against Luo Jiujiang, the meaning and feeling of it were completely different.
The kiss just now hadn't been partial; Luo Jiujiang's lips weren't even a shade less rosy than Han Qianling's. Han Qianling's fingertips gently brushed across Luo Jiujiang's lips, and he whispered in the same voice, "So, the most beautiful colors in the world aren't just blue, they're also black, and they're also red."
Your color, my color, the color we create together...collision and fusion.
Han Qianling propped himself up on the grass and sat up, pulling Luo Jiujiang along. There were countless peach trees on the hillside, and as they sat beneath them, looking up, a gentle breeze brought a shower of peach blossoms.
Looking at the pink petals falling all over the sky, Han Qianling suddenly remembered something.
"Qinglong Academy's Luo Jiujiang..." He asked with a sullen laugh, "I've long heard of your name, and just now I had the pleasure of meeting you—Luo Lang, the best peach blossom in the world, huh?"
Luo Jiujiang also laughed out loud when he heard this. He raised his hand and plucked a petal of the fallen flower that was stuck to Han Qianling's brow. He brought it to his lips with ease, and rolled it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He replied meaningfully, "I only love the first branch of Qianling."
So Han Qianling laughed.
The smile turned into a kiss again, and the two of them rolled and played on the hillside for a while, petals all over their sleeves and hair. When the kiss died down, they lay side by side, both tilted their heads back, half-closed their eyes, enjoying the golden sunlight cut into irregular pieces by the branches.
Their hands were still clasped.
After a while, Han Qianling seemed to remember something and reached out to touch Suo Luo Jiujiang's empty wrist: "Is the inscribed conch broken?"
“It protected me.”
"I'm very happy." Han Qianling said. He gestured for Luo Jiujiang to look up, took out something from his arms, and hung it around Luo Jiujiang's neck with great care.
It was a translucent blue dragon scale, as clear as the sky and the sea.
It was half the size of an adult's fist, hard yet thin, with a cool touch, and could be tucked into Luo Jiujiang's collar. The edge of this scale was extremely sharp, but when Luo Jiujiang tried to place it against his skin, the thin and sharp edge of the scale suddenly became rounded.
"My things, even if it's a scale that's been separated from the body for a long time, will never hurt you." Han Qianling put his fingers together and touched the position of the dragon scale through the lapel. He could clearly detect Luo Jiujiang's heartbeat under his fingertips. "It looks better than the jade pendant, doesn't it?"
Luo Jiujiang laughed in silence, having never thought Han Qianling was still thinking about this. He examined the scale several times, making sure the base wasn't stained with blood. Then he relaxed and jokingly asked, "Do dragons shed their scales, too?"
Han Qianling did not answer this question. He just spoke in a comforting yet stubborn tone: "This is the scale on my heart."
"Don't take it off, Jiujiang."
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In order to welcome the Suzaku envoy, Qinglong Academy prepared an extremely sumptuous dinner, and it was not until this time that the two of them appeared.
The Suzaku messengers were eager to rush to Han Qianling to ask about his safety, but the voices of "Luo Lang" from the students of Qinglong Academy rang out again, and their joy seemed to burst through the ceiling of the academy.
Luo Jiujiang didn't shy away from the conversation and took a seat with Han Qianling among the Suzaku envoys. He turned around and was caught off guard by a pair of unexpected figures. He couldn't help but feel surprised and delighted. "Sister Xue, Xiao Ren? You're here at the academy too. When did you get here?"
"Yes." Feng Xue smiled and said, "When did we come here, in what capacity, and why did we come here? This is a really good question."
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