Chapter 75 "The Little Taoist Priest" "Two people who use staying up all night to escape nightmares..."
The small system seems to be playing dead.
When a usually outspoken critic suddenly becomes mute, the severity of the problem is clear to those in the know. Obviously, Jian Dieda asked a very dangerous question.
But he really wanted to know if this game had any precedent of assigning player numbers. Since he could repeatedly enter the same instance, how come there was no record of any save data from those repeated entries? And the most inexplicable part was whether he and Zhong Ding had ever been in the same instance before.
【…Boss…Administrator…Save me…Save me…‘Customer’ is acting strangely!!】 The bald-headed system with the small TV face cried for help in its brain using electromagnetic waves. It was extremely afraid to see the black-haired, dead-eyed boy's face with its overwhelming two-dimensional aura, because ordinary humans would never have such terrifying intelligence, and it, a mere artificial idiot, had absolutely no chance of winning! My host is a damp male ghost!
Fortunately, Zhong Ding's voice broke the tense standoff in the room.
"...water...heat..."
The small system looked over, and its gaze first fell on the host's expression.
Jane Dieda used to say it was just a game and rarely showed any of the emotions of a normal person, but this time it was Mr. Zhong's turn to close his eyes and look very uncomfortable, with the skin on his left lip peeling off.
Jian Dieda first touched his cheek, then carefully slid into the blankets to soothe Zhong Ding's hot and congested chest muscles.
Jane Dieda: "Sir, where do you feel unwell? Tell me."
"Hmm...? Is it you who's not letting me...?"
The backlash from the cultivation technique was taking effect. Master Zhong's first round of venting was definitely not enough. He could vaguely sense the fresh, snow-white, and emerald bamboo scent emanating from the young Taoist. His naturally alluring and seductive nature made him unable to resist the urge to press himself against the young Taoist and take him back to sleep.
When Jane Dieda saw the two long, white legs peeking out from under the red embroidered blanket, he immediately broke out in a sweat.
To be honest, Zhong Ding has a very good temper, but how did these two manage to remain completely unresponsive, which is completely different from ordinary people? He wouldn't be affected by him... his health bar would just disappear...
Out of concern for him, Jian Dieda overcame his difficulties, ignored the small system beside him, and turned to look outside with a touch of a man's self-reliant spirit.
Outside the beaded curtain, on the tea table was a dark blue Tang Dynasty tricolor teapot with a floral and bird design. Jian Dieda stepped out of the bed in his cloth shoes, took a few steps down, picked up the handle of the teapot, and shook it, only to find that the inside of the teapot was empty.
"orchid."
Jian Dieda called out once, then fell silent again. He had originally wanted to find a maid, but when he thought of his many past offenses, and how his fifth uncle doted on his nephew so much, he realized that Master Jian wanted to sneak into Master Zhong's warm bed but secretly didn't even serve him properly. He knew he couldn't pass the test.
Since he hasn't even entered the door yet, the Taoist priest with the flathead has to put on an act if he wants to lie in the Celestial Master's peacock nest.
Master Jian, imitating the person in bed who knew how to feel hot and cold, crawled back on his hands and feet, lifted Master Zhong's pointed chin with his fingers, and began to moisten the tongue of the person next to him with his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk... Hmm, hmm... Ah hmm..."
Zhong Ding's lips and tongue were a tender pink. When he was completely devoured and only a bit of his tongue was left, he slowly shook his head wearily. His pale, bloodshot skin became even more vibrant, and he couldn't help but gasp a few times.
Jane couldn't help but suck on his alluring lower lip, ruffle his long, dark hair, and Zhong Ding's tears wet his long, lashed eyes. He couldn't help but open a sliver of his tired, hazy eyelid, and turned his head to see someone leaning on his snow-white shoulder, begging for his pleasure.
"...Cat?"
"..."
Jane ignored him, lay on the pillowcase with her butt sticking out, and started planting fruit all over his neck.
Zhong Ding then started whining and whining at him like a sly fox.
Having no other choice, Jian Dieda looked up and responded.
Zhong Ding's eyes lit up instantly, and for the first time, he became lively and energetic.
"Oh, I see."
Jane Dieda: "What? So that's how it is? What are you so happy about?"
Zhong Ding: "Oh, I'm so happy... You know, there really are beautiful dreams in the world. Every time I wanted to see my mother when I was little, only a scary monster woman would appear. At that time, I thought all dreams in the world were the same, all nightmares, so I... wouldn't close my eyes. I wanted to drive them away by not sleeping. But later, I gradually lost the ability to dream about the people I like. Until just now, when you came, I realized that you saved me again. Jane, you even save me in my dreams. Why are you so good to me?"
Jane Diedda: "...Idiot."
Zhong Ding's eyes looked moist, and the long-haired man seemed about to have his heart shattered at any moment: "...Do you think I'm stupid? Are you going to...leave me too?"
If there was anything in his life that made it difficult for him to maintain his dignity, it was his humble, pleading, and suicidal obsession when facing Master Jian.
But Jane gave him a big reward.
"No, but I've always felt that Zhong Ding could live a more secure and confident life, because his hands were never just for taking lives and slaying demons. I also hope that he can live a complete and ordinary life, embracing the person he loves and creating a peaceful and happy dream for that person."
Just like our feelings right now—where I think, there you come from.
Jane Dieder said,
"Two people who use staying up all night to escape nightmares, let them dream of loving each other in this unreal world."
Zhong Ding, the Celestial Master, had never experienced such a thrill before. Trembling with the heart of a virgin who had remained celibate for many years, he thought shyly, "I must be dreaming again. It's impossible for that blockhead Jian Burang to be so quick to understand. He's even kissing and touching my neck and old body."
But everything in the dream felt so real. In a flash, Jian Dieda looked up and saw Zhong Ding's perpetually sorrowful face momentarily blank. In that instant, as they locked eyes behind the bed curtains, his cheeks flushed slightly. He murmured, pursing his lips, "Why is it that in my dream, my cat… even his clothes are so oversized, and he's so thin… it breaks my heart…"
The old man is so charming and romantic, talking about cats and treasures, even his sleep-talking sounds like flirting.
It's truly speechless, yet I like him very much.
Master Jian snuggled into his arms, pretending to be calm, and said, "It's just that the clothes I stole don't fit. Don't overthink it. People who overthink age quickly, and you're already quite old. If you get old and not beautiful, I won't want you anymore."
"Hmm... I'm older than you, and I haven't taken good care of you. I haven't raised you well, and I really shouldn't have. Let me see you, take a good look at you, and hold you in my arms..."
Zhong Ding affectionately kissed the back of Jian Dieda's ear.
As they lay on the bright red bed, talking nonsense, their hands and feet pressed together against each other's hearts.
"...Sweetie, kitty, don't be angry with me, it's all my fault."
Master Zhong was still unconscious, continuing to admit his mistakes to his young lover, his incredibly sexy nasal voice testing human self-control.
His intense expression of love made Jian Dieda's gaze complex, and turned their eye contact on the bed into a spiritual kiss devoid of lust. In a moment of impulse, Master Jian's hips went weak, and he truly let the man pamper him like a child.
But he was full of energy, and Zhong Ding soon became exhausted. When he sighed and slowly closed his eyes, this dignified Grand Celestial Master was already in a sorry state, completely at the mercy of others. When he was first stripped naked and groped by Daoist Jian, he was still conservatively holding onto his collar to protect his fashionable black silk V-neck shirt. But now he had gone with the flow.
Jane hadn't originally allowed him to wear clothes and play with her, but then she remembered a saying: this kind of black silk shirt pajamas is the most lewd thing a man can wear. And this old man's face was like a peony, beautiful but not vulgar, stunningly beautiful. His personality really was like that of a traditional gentry and landlord, steeped in the rules of etiquette... Fine, even if Fifth Master beats him to death, he would never abandon this old baby in his bed. He swore to the 3,000 hairs in his account.
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Author's Note: The old man and the cow-and-pull cat are getting cozy. To be continued...
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