Chapter 108 Really Scared
"Qing Yi..." Ye Qingyu couldn't help but whisper the name, feeling sweet and grateful. He was so lucky to have met him. Others might never understand the indescribable emotion Qing Yi gave him.
"Hey, Xiaoye, are you calling me?" At this moment, Qingyi's familiar voice suddenly sounded in Ye Qingyu's ears, instantly interrupting Ye Qingyu's thoughts.
Ye Qingyu snapped back to reality, only to see Qing Yi's handsome face magnified several times before him. It was so close he could even see the flutter of his eyelashes. Before he could react, Qing Yi had already undressed with ease, his movements smooth and effortless, and then he lay down on his bed with a dignified air, as if the bed had always belonged to him.
"You..." Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi's actions in astonishment. Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say for a moment. But then she thought, what else should she say? Wasn't he the one she loved?
"I'm afraid of the dark, and Qingfeng is not here. I heard that the palace is full of gloomy energy. What if it's haunted?" Qingyi made an excuse seriously.
"Stop talking nonsense." Ye Qingyu snapped in anger, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. He didn't object to Qing Yi's arrival. After all, he truly loved Qing Yi. Qing Yi always brought him psychological joy and relaxation, as if all his troubles would disappear as long as Qing Yi was by his side.
"Hehe, don't worry, no one will find out." Qing Yi chuckled and reached out to gently touch the person next to him. He looked like a coquettish puppy, with dependence and intimacy.
"Qingyi, sleep well." Ye Qingyu whispered. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qingyi suddenly buried her head in his arms.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Ye Qingyu didn't expect Qing Yi to do such a thing. He turned his head, but could only see the back of Qing Yi's head. He subconsciously wanted to move Qing Yi's head away to see what was wrong with this kid, but Qing Yi buried himself tightly in his arms, motionless and silent, only his steady and warm breath brushed against his chest.
Although Ye Qingyu was full of doubts, his heart softened when he saw Qing Yi's appearance. He sighed helplessly, slowly raised his hand, and patted Qing Yi's back again and again. The action was like coaxing a child to sleep, gentle and warm.
After an unknown amount of time, Qing Yi finally poked his head out. Ye Qingyu looked at him with a hint of amusement, the corners of her mouth curled up: "Fortunately, it looks like you didn't cry."
"Hey, Xiaoye, I'm fine. You have a fresh fragrance on your body, which is really nice." Qing Yi did not explain why he had just made such an abnormal and childish behavior, but returned to his usual frivolous and uninhibited expression, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a sly smile. There was a bit of cunning hidden in that smile, as well as some unspeakable affection.
"Do you have a dog nose? It's so sharp." Ye Qingyu retorted with a smile. As smart as he was, he already understood in his heart. Just now, when he recalled everything that happened today, he couldn't help but feel scared. How could Qingyi really not be afraid at all?
From the moment he learned the news at the Northwest Prince's Palace, to his hasty entry into the palace to detoxify himself, to his dealings with the Sixth Prince, and even to their seemingly relaxed chat just now, Qing Yi had been deliberately avoiding seriously recalling everything that had happened today. He felt a sense of evasion, afraid to stir up the deep-seated fear of losing Xiao Ye.
But when Qing Yi returned to the side hall to wash up, he suddenly felt that the surroundings were terribly quiet. The silence seemed to swallow everything, making him feel inexplicably panic.
Without Xiaoye's familiar voice and warm breath, he felt empty inside, as if he had lost something precious. It was a kind of silence that felt like he had lost Xiaoye, empty and uneasy.
So, Qing Yi could no longer suppress his anxiety. He hurriedly wiped his face, not even taking the time to straighten his clothes, and rushed here like a gust of wind. He just wanted to feel Xiao Ye's presence tightly, feel his warm body temperature, listen to his steady heartbeat, and confirm that the person he loved was safe and sound. Only then could his panicked heart gradually calm down.
"Hahahaha, not only do I have a good nose, but I also have a sweet mouth." Qing Yi relieved his inner anxiety and lay down next to Ye Qingyu.
"I don't believe it!" Ye Qingyu muttered softly. He was totally different from the cold and aloof little prince of the Northwest that people knew.
"That's right, even my master praised me..." Qing Yi refused to admit defeat and immediately began to defend himself, even bringing up his master, the Demon Lord, to try to prove that he was sweet-mouthed and eloquent. But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ye Qingyu.
"I don't believe it. Come here and let me taste it." At this time, the "sweet" mentioned by the little prince of the northwest was no longer the same as the "sweet" mentioned by Qing Yi. There was a bit of ambiguity and teasing hidden in the words.
"I...ah...hehe, try it, try it!" Qing Yi was about to retort Xiao Ye, but Xiao Ye's next words instantly struck him. Hey! He leaned over without hesitation, and their lips touched lightly, with a hint of shyness and sweetness, but it was just a light touch, not going deep.
After a moment, Qing Yi raised his head and asked, "Is it sweet?"
"I couldn't taste it." Ye Qingyu's eyes were full of smiles, and that smile hid a deep attachment.
"Well, let's try it again." Qing Yi's warm lips attacked again. This time, it was no longer a light touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, but like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing ripples, and began to explore and deepen until the kiss became long and lingering. It seemed that the only sound in Luohua Palace was their heartbeats.
By this time, Qing Yi had already expertly stripped most of Ye Qingyu's clothes, revealing her fair skin with a soft glow. Just as Qing Yi was about to continue, his eyes stumbled upon the marks left half an inch from Ye Qingyu's chest. The marks, aside from the sucking marks he had left, weren't particularly noticeable, but they still jolted Qing Yi awake. Xiao Ye wasn't fully recovered yet, and needed another two or three days of recuperation.
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