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Yin Heng raised his hand, and strands of spiritual energy flowed out, drifting towards the pear tree. The spiritual energy covered the entire trunk, and along every branch, it bloomed into a profusion of flowers.
Xiao Yuan held his hand, "What are you doing? The poison has just been cured, why are you wasting your spiritual power?"
Yin Henghui held his hand and smiled, "It's okay, it's not much. Besides, I'm almost well."
Xiao Yuan pulled his hand away, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He felt nervous, excited and awkward, and he really wanted to tell Yin Heng.
He liked him, too. But he didn't dare. He was too shy, and asking him to say it directly would be worse than killing him.
The flower was a spiritual power, not a real flower, but it looked more like a real flower. The snow-white petals drifted down in the wind and landed on Xiao Yuan's hair.
Yin Heng helped him take it off. He leaned very close, and his steady and hot breath sprayed on his ear.
"Ahan, why are your ears red?"
When Xiao Yuan heard this, his ears turned even redder. His throat was already uncomfortable, and he panicked for a moment, covering his face with his hands and coughing.
Yin Heng took his hand away and checked his forehead temperature, "Are you sick?"
"No, I just caught a cold, nothing serious." His voice was hoarse.
The flowers scattered into a sky filled with stars, and Yin Heng lifted him up and carried him sideways. Xiao Yuan's heart trembled, and he tried to break free, "What are you doing?! Put me down!"
Yin Heng held him back and held him in his arms, "Don't move. I've told you so many times, but you still don't care about your body. The sun has set and there's no one around."
Xiao Yuan couldn't hold him back, and because he was afraid of being seen, he buried his face in his arms.
It seems like an attempt to cover up something.
Both of them really thought that there was no one around, but they didn't know that Jiang Yun was hiding behind the wall and peeking, and even dragged Ye Qingci along with him.
Jiang Yun: "Qingci, do you think they're together?"
Ye Qingci: "If it didn't work, your senior brother would have been beaten by now."
Jiang Yun: "That makes sense."
It is a great relief that lovers finally get married.
Yin Heng brought Xiao Yuan back to Yujie Courtyard and let him rest in his room. He then ran to make him some ginger soup. When the boiling hot soup was served to Xiao Yuan, he was reluctant to drink it, as he had always disliked the taste of ginger. In the end, Yin Heng forced him to drink half a bowl.
The spicy taste of ginger exploded on his taste buds. Xiao Yuan's handsome eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, and he asked Yin Heng to take the ginger soup away.
There was still half a bowl of ginger soup left. Yin Heng held the bowl and half-coaxed him, "Can you drink it all? Considering how hard I've worked."
Yin Heng blinked at him, like coaxing a child. Xiao Yuan pushed the bowl away and said, "If you want to drink, drink it." I won't drink it anyway.
Yin Heng was forced to take the ginger soup. He turned around and saw Xiao Yuan, stretching her slender wrist out of her sleeve, revealing her long black hair. Yin Heng hurriedly dropped the bowl and ran to cover it. "Um... Ah Han, listen to my explanation. This is actually-"
"It's your hair, isn't it?"
Yin Heng scratched his head awkwardly and heard him say, "I knew it a long time ago."
It turns out that he already knew it.
Xiao Yuan pinned his hair behind his head and said softly, "Zhao Yu, can you repeat what you didn't finish saying on the night you became a young adult?" I want to hear it.
Yin Heng curled his fingers together, his expression extremely serious. "I like you and want to be with you. Until our hair turns white and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. This heart and this love are witnessed by the sun and the moon."
Two years later, these words finally see the light of day. Each syllable of love, each word of truth, woven into my flesh and blood, melting into the tenderness of my heart.
I love you very much, really.
Xiao Yuan cast aside everything, wanting only to let go and indulge his love for a moment. He leaned forward and gently touched the corner of Yin Heng's lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water. "My heart is not stone. From now on, no matter how high the mountains or how far the rivers, I am willing to walk with you."
Ripples appeared in his eyes, and Yin Heng hugged him, "You like me."
Not a question, but an affirmation.
Yin Heng gently touched his cheek and whispered, "Ahan, Gongsun Xia touched you and you broke his finger. What about me? Will you do the same to me?"
"I'm so scared, Akan."
Yin Heng said he was afraid, but in fact, a smile was about to overflow from his eyes, and his fingertips gently stroked his lower lip.
"Are you sick?" Xiao Yuan scolded him.
"Yes, I am sick." But you are my medicine.
Yin Heng lowered his head and kissed his lips, his eyes fixed on them. As affection grew, all movements seemed unnecessary. Yin Heng cupped his cheek and kissed his entire lips. Xiao Yuan's kissing skills were terrible, and he simply responded clumsily.
"Ahan, do you like me?" Yin Heng's voice was low, and his love words were the most beautiful.
Xiao Yuan was being kissed by him, and she pushed him, not with much force, but more like an unintentional temptation. "You already know everything, what else is there to ask..."
Yin Heng bit the tip of his ear, and the red mole on his ear bone was red enough to bleed. "That was what I said for you, it doesn't count."
Xiao Yuan couldn't stand his nagging anymore and whispered awkwardly, "I like you."
"Ahan, I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."
Xiao Yuan slapped him and angrily said, "Liar, just this once, no more!"
Yin Heng shamelessly leaned forward, his lips raised, "I heard you say you like me." His hot, wet lips pressed against her neck, gently touching it. From her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone, every part of her body was covered with traces of Yin Heng's touch.
He wanted everyone to know that he was declaring his sovereignty.
Xiao Yuan and Xiao Jinghan belong to him, Yin Heng. No one can take them away from him, and no one can touch them.
Yin Heng lifted his head and pressed his lips against his, prying his teeth apart and stealing his breath. He lifted his hand and removed the white jade crown from Xiao Yuan's head, letting his dark hair fall freely. Xiao Yuan leaned back under his kiss, and Yin Heng, taking advantage of the situation, wrapped his arm around his waist and held him close.
Xiao Yuan placed her hands on Yin Heng's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. Her clothes were already ruffled. With her belt untied, the already messy clothes were rendered even more useless. Yin Heng slowed down his kiss slightly, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. Xiao Yuan was ticklish, so he unconsciously shrank back, unable to move because he was held by Yin Heng.
He hugged Xiao Yuan, his hands moving down her waist.
The earring on Yin Heng's left ear swayed slightly, making a slight sound, which seemed quite charming in such a situation.
Xiao Yuan exclaimed, "Yin Heng, what are you doing, don't..."
Yin Heng unscrupulously helped him. Xiao Yuan usually looked like a banished immortal, so how could he possibly have done such a thing? He collapsed, curled up in Yin Heng's arms. Yin Heng's clothes were wrinkled by him. He felt Xiao Yuan's warm breath, his hands moving gently. Shame welled up in his heart.
The blanket beneath him was soaked, and he suddenly remembered the intense heat beneath Yin Heng, which he had been suppressing. His pajamas were loose, revealing his toned chest and waist. Sweat dripped down his body, then sank into his clothes, soaking the whiteness.
Yin Heng hooked his fingertips, held his hand and kissed the back of his hand. He said in a muffled voice, "Ahan, what are you going to do?"
Xiao Yuan was somewhat bewildered, his eyes wide open, full of confusion, "Aren't you also..."
"I'm afraid you'll feel bad."
Yin Heng buried his head in the crook of Xiao Yuan's neck, rubbing his furry hair against him, his hot breath passing through his pajamas.
"No need." He said softly, his voice muffled.
Xiao Yuan held his face in her hands and tucked the hair that was wet and stuck to his cheeks behind his ears. Her voice was rare and gentle, "Are you stupid? I'm fine."
Yin Heng clasped Xiao Yuan's fingers from behind, interlacing them with his own. Yin Heng's half-open nightgown was soaked with sweat, so he took it off and threw it on the ground.
Then he hugged her and kissed her for a long time. After changing the bedding, he fell asleep in her arms.
Everything absurd tonight seemed like a dream. But Yin Heng hoped that if this was a dream, he would be willing to sleep forever.
The next day.
The two slept until noon, when Yin Heng woke before Xiao Yuan. He embraced Xiao Yuan from behind, feeling incredibly happy and relieved at his "achievements." He put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek from behind. Xiao Yuan, awoke by him, pushed him away, grumpy, and fell back asleep, wrapped in the quilt.
After being pushed away, Yin Heng looked aggrieved. He sat up and got dressed, tucking Xiao Yuan's quilt into place. After getting dressed, Yin Heng helped Xiao Yuan get a wide robe and pulled him out of the quilt. "Get up, Ahan."
Xiao Yuan had a backache. He had been tortured so badly last night. In fact, he regretted it in the second half of the night. He should have let Yin Heng hold it in. As a result, he was sulking. The backache was too agonizing. He murmured, "Don't touch me, my back hurts."
Yin Heng held him in his arms, massaged his waist, and asked him, "Are you feeling better?"
Xiao Yuan remained silent. Yin Heng massaged his waist for a while, then picked up his clothes to help him change. However, the clothes he picked up... didn't seem to cover the kiss marks on his neck.
If Xiao Yuan saw this, he would beat him to death.
Yin Heng stopped what he was doing. If he wanted to hide those marks, he would have to put a cloak on him. He tentatively said, "Ahan, how about... you put on a cloak later."
Xiao Yuan understood what was going on and turned his head to glare at him, "It's all your fault." He showed no restraint at all.
Xiao Yuan was forced to wear a cloak when he went out with Yin Heng. Although it was already winter, wearing a cloak seemed a bit exaggerated. When the two of them passed by, the disciples in the sect all looked at Xiao Yuan with the same eyes.
Xiao Yuan pinched Yin Heng secretly with his hand hidden under his cloak, but Yin Heng grabbed his hand back. Xiao Yuan lowered his voice and said, "What are you doing? Stop messing around." Xiao Yuan wanted to let go of his hand, but Yin Heng held him tightly to prevent him from breaking free.
"Young Master!" A disciple called out to Yin Heng. He walked up to Yin Heng and saluted him. "Young Master, the Lord wants you to go to the meeting room."
Yin Heng nodded and said, "I understand. I'll go later."
After the disciple left, Yin Heng grabbed Xiao Yuan's hand and dragged him to the meeting room. He only let go of Xiao Yuan's hand when they were almost at the door. From a distance, Yin Heng saw Yin Jingyi sitting in the hall, gently holding his teacup and swirling the tea in it. Seated beside him were two people, a man and a woman. The man looked about Yin Jingyi's age, while the woman was beautiful and dressed in simple, elegant attire.
Yin Heng leaned over to Xiao Yuan's ear and whispered, "Ahan, what do you think they are here for?"
Xiao Yuan's waist was still aching, and she replied unhappily, "I think the woman next to him looks like his daughter. Maybe she's here to propose marriage to you."
"Then I don't want it. You are enough for me."
"Smooth talk."
Yin Heng brought Xiao Yuan into the conference room, saluted Yin Jingyi, and bowed to the guests.
Only after seeing the man's face clearly did Yin Heng remember that he was an old friend of Yin Jingyi. He was a slick and greedy person, and he might really be bringing his daughter to propose marriage.
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