He seemed unable to bear such a magnificent and decadent change in the fragrance...
"It's not exactly wild and untamed, it's just a little mischievous. But it's a kitten, it'll get better with a little training."
Pei Xuanzhi watched quietly through the swirling smoke in the cup as she explained to a wicked raccoon she had only met once.
Some things are innate and cannot be taught. Being able to pretend to be something you're not is already a sign of some skill.
A narrow red brocade box was placed on the black lacquered table.
Yan Huanyue looked up at him. "Open it and see. I don't know if you'll like it. If you need to use it when you're a few years older, it will be convenient to take it with you."
Pei Xuanzhi took the brocade box, gently opened it, and saw a very warm and smooth white jade hairpin inside.
It wasn't decorated with any fancy designs; it was the kind of hairpin commonly used after a man's coming-of-age ceremony. He was always observant, and quickly noticed two small lines of characters engraved at the end of the hairpin:
May you be free from disasters and hardships, and live a long and peaceful life.
These are also very common auspicious sayings; the most sincere wishes are mostly the same.
His face showed no obvious emotion. He closed the brocade box and expressed his gratitude politely: "Thank you, senior sister. I like it very much."
After saying that, he was about to get up to get some snacks to serve her, but she smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. It's not the best jade, but I just wanted to give it to you as soon as I saw these eight characters. It's getting late, you should rest now, I'm going back."
“No rush,” Pei Xuanzhi slowly stood up, supporting herself on the table with both hands. The longevity lock on her snow-white dress jingled softly. “Father specially asked the kitchen to make some new pastries today. Senior Sister, please take them back.”
As she spoke, she lifted the gauze curtain and entered the east bedroom.
Yan Huanyue didn't refuse too much and sat outside waiting for him, but he didn't come out for a while.
When a sudden sound of clattering tables and chairs broke the silence of the night, she sensed something was wrong and immediately got up and ran into the inner room.
Under the south window of the inner room, the boy lay on the armrest of the rocking chair with his brows furrowed, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, and a light pink blush on the corners of his eyes and cheeks.
He struggled slightly before falling to the ground, lying face up, looking as if his bones had been removed and he was completely limp.
He bit his lower lip hard, turning his already pale lips bright red.
The unusual pink hue spread freely under his pale, thin skin, and his fair, slender neck also turned pink, hazy and indistinct, like peach blossoms rippling in spring water under white clouds.
But he seemed unable to bear such a magnificent and decadent change. A low moan, suppressed to the extreme, escaped from his tightly clenched lips, and his pink and white fingertips unconsciously gripped the floor on both sides.
On the back of his hand, grotesque blue veins bulged beneath a patch of slightly pink skin.
A few glistening tears rolled down the corners of his narrow eyes, and the pinkish tinge beneath his skin accumulated, gradually revealing a hint of danger.
The boy closed his eyes and sobbed softly. Several golden wisps of mist crawled out from behind him and struggled and tore at each other in the room.
This golden mist might be the alluring aura of a succubus, capable of transforming into anything the other person desires in order to please and seduce them.
Yan Huanyue couldn't believe it. After a moment of reaction, she rushed over, knelt down beside him, and grasped his wrist to check his pulse.
His hands were burning hot. Yan Huanyue calmed down and asked gently, "Xuanzhi, where do you feel unwell? I'll go find someone."
On the blue brick floor, the boy, as fragile as porcelain, grasped her hand in return.
A pair of misty eyes slowly opened, looking at her weakly, and he said with difficulty and a heavy voice, "Don't go... don't tell anyone... it's my fragrance that's not dissipating, it'll be fine in a moment..."
"fragrant……"
Yan Huanyue suddenly realized something. It is said that when a demon gradually comes of age, it will have a strange fragrance that can be hidden or revealed at will. If they want to control it, this fragrance is even more alluring than the fragrance of aphrodisiac.
Pei Xuanzhi has half-succubus blood and is born weak, so reaching adulthood may be more difficult for him than for ordinary succubi.
Yan Huanyue never expected that the incense not being able to dissipate would be so painful, that even someone as stoic as Pei Xuanzhi could hold back his tears.
She calmly analyzed the current situation. She wasn't sure if the incense not dissipating would cause any serious problems, so she couldn't let him have his way. She asked softly, "Is there any way to alleviate this?"
Pei Xuanzhi gritted his teeth and shook his head with difficulty, forgetting to let go of her hand, still holding it tightly. His eyes, slightly red, shone with an alarming light.
"Senior Sister Yan, sister... I... I promise I'll be fine. Don't call anyone, don't let anyone else come, otherwise... I'll kill myself here tomorrow..."
Yan Huanyue felt a little pain from his grip, but she could only let him hold her.
The golden mist that emerged from behind him seemed to have found a foothold, rapidly wrapping around her waist and legs, almost strangling her.
Yan Huanyue formed a protective hand seal with her free hand to prevent him from strangling her. Unconsciously, she touched the seemingly intangible mist around her waist and found that the moisture in the mist was also very hot.
The wisp of mist around her waist seemed to have found some comfort, quickly wrapping around her wrist and rubbing against her with its damp tip. Yan Huanyue clearly saw its attempt to please her and wanted to be stroked a couple more times.
She reached out and rubbed the tail of the mist again. Pei Xuanzhi opened her tightly closed eyes slightly, looking at the mist that was still clinging to her with an innocent and bewildered expression.
It was as if he didn't really know the thing that crawled out of his body.
then……
Yan Huanyue watched in surprise as he, despite his pain, stubbornly let go of her hand and tried to pull back wisps of mist, but he was too weak to do so.
His misty eyes were filled with anger, and tears welled up even more. It was unclear whether he was angry at himself for not being able to pull back his tail or at himself for not being able to control himself.
Yan Huanyue stared blankly at the person who was usually aloof and distant, who suddenly appeared as childish and vulnerable as a pink and white cub. A strange and inexplicable feeling flashed through her heart.
"Let them pester me, it's no big deal."
Pei Xuanzhi didn't answer, but with an inexplicable stubbornness, he pulled at the air while tears streamed down his face. When he couldn't pull it, he squeezed, pinched, and smashed it with all his might, making the golden mist messy and intermittent.
This will definitely hurt.
It seems he's incredibly stubborn at heart.
He was so ruthless to himself that Yan Huanyue didn't dare touch his misty aura anymore. She stood quietly in place, watching him suppress his pain and struggle with himself.
After struggling for a while, he was exhausted and lay on the floor, too weak to even clench his fists. He could only let the pinkness beneath his skin torment him, moaning uncontrollably.
Yan Huanyue then fiercely brushed away the mist around his waist, without tearing it off. He unconsciously hummed, much like a weak little beast hiding deep in the grass.
Even so, he remained steadfast, keeping his hazy eyes open as he watched her.
Yan Huanyue thought to herself, he was too weak. The fragrance that should have been commonplace for the demon race had tormented him to this state.
He may never truly become an adult, and if a cure could be found, it would actually be better for him to remain an adult.
After all, succubi are naturally fond of sexual pleasure, and given his physique, his first orgasm would probably kill him.
Seeing the change in her expression, Pei Xuanzhi became even more furious.
He was forced to accept this situation, but the fact that his fiancée looked at him with such calm sympathy in his wretched state only intensified his self-loathing and resentment.
The fact that she could calmly observe him like this suggests that she probably never had any romantic feelings for him.
He clearly has a restraint, so why does he still have to go through this? Why is this body still growing in the direction he's trying to avoid...?
The golden mist that had been swirling and tearing in the room gradually dissipated, and the pinkish hue beneath Pei Xuanzhi's skin faded, making him look increasingly pale and frail.
He finally closed his eyes, his breathing weak, and remained silent, as if he had been dead for a long time.
Yan Huanyue carried him to the bed and laid him down, then took a plain handkerchief and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his face. "Now you're quiet enough to be seen in public, right? I'll go find the sect leader in a bit. You're about to grow up, and if you can't spread your fragrance, you'll suffer more than once or twice."
Pei Xuanzhi closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior Sister Yan, I have offended you a lot today... The snacks are packed and placed on the table over there. Take them and tell Father, then you can go back and rest."
Yan Huanyue knew that he didn't want to see her for the time being. In the past, he would cough for a long time to cover up even asking if she was willing to marry him.
If she saw him like that, I'm afraid I really wouldn't know how to adjust my mindset to face him.
"Then you rest first, I'll go find the sect leader."
When I went to Changqing Hall, Su Xianqing said that the sect leader had already started meditating. She said that something had happened to Pei Xuanzhi and that he was not feeling well.
Su Xianqing asked, "What is it? If it's just a small matter, we can talk about it tomorrow. You must be tired from your journey, so go back and rest early."
Yan Huanyue said, "Senior Brother Su, why are you acting this way? Xuanzhi's health isn't very good to begin with. If something happens to him, who can say whether it's a small matter or a big one?"
Su Xianqing paused for a moment, then said coolly, "Yan Baoying, before you were three years old in Changqing Palace, who played with you and coaxed you to eat and sleep whenever they had free time?"
"It's only been a few days, and you're already criticizing me because of him? Do you really think Xuanzhi wants to see Master? He has Master's communication cloud slip; if he really wanted to see Master, would he have sent you to inform him?"
Yan Huanyue said, "He probably doesn't want to see him, but he has to. However, Senior Brother Su, I hope you can understand that the fault of the sect leader's reputation being damaged does not lie with Xuanzhi."
As he spoke, he walked past Su Xianqing and into the hall.
Su Xianqing followed behind her and said calmly, "You have indeed grown up and become much more sensible. However, my master was defiled by the snow and even suffered the punishment of lightning for it. I will always have a prejudice against them, mother and son. I cannot change this and I do not intend to change it."
He gently tapped her shoulder and said, "I'll go tell Master. You wait here. I brought you a little trinket when I went down the mountain a few days ago. Take it back and play with it."
The next moment, Yan Huanyue was handed a small wooden doll that was shaking its head and looked adorable.
A short while later, Pei Hanzhou emerged from the inner palace with a sullen face and a gust of cold wind. Upon seeing her, he immediately asked, "Baoying, how is Xuanlang?"
Yan Huanyue glanced at Su Xianqing, who wisely refrained from following her out.
On the way, Yan Huanyue told Pei Xuanzhi's story in detail.
Pei Hanzhou's expression grew increasingly somber as he listened. Finally, with a touch of weariness, he said, "He inexplicably vomited blood a few days ago, and now he's like this again... He won't say a single word to me."
Vomiting blood?
Yan Huanyue knew he was physically weak, but he was always strong-willed and didn't know that his body had actually reached this point at this time.
Outside the gauze window, Yan Huanyue listened to a long silence after the sect leader went inside.
After a long while, she heard the sect leader say, "Fortunately, you weren't hurt today. How are you feeling now?"
The boy's voice from inside the window was weak and listless, but his tone was unusually cold. "It was just spreading incense. Senior Sister Yan was there too. I didn't mean to touch her innate spiritual energy. I just... couldn't control myself."
The sect leader sighed, "Once the wedding date is set and the heart contract is renewed, you will gradually recover."
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