Feng Ye's hair was disheveled and his body was wet. His hard chest was covered with transparent water stains. His muscles were vaguely visible extending from his roughly torn pants. His childish face had a wild and unruly smile on it, making him look like a little beast, young but sharp.

Yan Sikong was indeed a little nervous, but he didn't show his fear. He just glanced at him calmly and said, "You can take it off if you want. Do you need to ask me for permission?"

Feng Ye smiled and slowly took off his pants and threw them at Yan Sikong's feet, leaving only a pair of underwear on his body.

Yan Sikong ignored him. It was already chilly in the mountains at night, and with his wet clothes on, the chill penetrated into his bones. It was already difficult for him to control his teeth from chattering.

Feng Ye rubbed his arms: "It's really cold." He said, "If you don't take off your clothes, you will catch a cold."

"You are angry." Yan Sikong crossed his arms, his face turning a little blue.

Feng Ye picked up a bunch of dry grass, found two stones, and rubbed them hard for a long time. Finally, sparks appeared and he successfully ignited the dry grass.

"Come and grill it." Feng Ye urged.

Yan Sikong moved over and hung his hands next to the fire. He finally felt a hint of warmth, and his blood circulation became more active.

"Why don't you take off your clothes? Do you really want to get sick?" Feng Ye joked, "Are you afraid of taking off your clothes in front of me?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's frowning face and laughed: "I think you haven't grown up at all." As he spoke, he took off the cold clothes that were tightly attached to his skin one by one.

Feng Ye said unconvincedly: "Do you want to see whether I have grown up or not?" Then he put his hand on his underwear.

Yan Sikong threw the wet clothes at him.

Feng Ye laughed.

After Yan Sikong took off his clothes, he found some wooden sticks and tried to build a rack to dry his clothes.

Feng Ye did not move. In the dim firelight, he admired Yan Sikong's slender body. His thin torso was covered with perfect muscles, without an inch excess. His naked, fair skin was like a priceless jade, warm and smooth.

Even with his back turned, Yan Sikong could still feel Feng Ye's roving gaze. He felt so uncomfortable that he was blushing. He had to pretend he didn't know and hung up the clothes. He said casually, "Hang up the clothes. It will be done faster this way."

Feng Ye uttered a low "hmm", his voice became hoarse, and his cheerfulness suddenly disappeared.

After hanging up the clothes, they sat around the fire, looking at the drizzling rain outside the cave, speechless for a moment.

Feng Hun was still licking its fur, as if that was all its life meant. Yan Sikong hoped for the first time that Feng Hun could come over at this moment to ease the suffocating silence.

After a long while, Feng Ye said, "You must be cold."

"It's not cold." Yan Sikong said, "There's a fire, it's warm."

"Your voice is shaking."

“…”

Feng Ye suddenly stood up and walked towards Yan Sikong with a cat-like waist.

Yan Sikong felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and his whole body tensed up. He said in a deep voice: "Feng Ye, I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of strong arms hugged him from behind, and his back was pressed against a hot, thick chest. At that moment, he felt the frozen blood in his body start to flow again. But he still struggled quickly: "Feng Ye, stop making trouble!"

"Don't move." Feng Ye whispered in his ear, "I'm just holding you. If you dare to move, it will be more than that."

Yan Sikong froze.

Feng Ye tightened his arms, and gently rubbed Yan Sikong's earlobe with his soft lips, and asked softly, "Are you warm?"

Yan Sikong shivered. Although he was not that cold anymore, this kind of intimacy made him more uncomfortable than the cold itself.

"You're so pretty." Feng Ye said softly, "Even prettier than when you were a child."

Yan Sikong groaned for a moment and said, "If you just like good looks, there is a villa in the capital, inside..."

"Shut up." Feng Ye said, "If you say anything else I will punish you."

Yan Sikong was silent.

"I only want you." Feng Ye said firmly.

"...Why?" Yan Sikong couldn't understand where Feng Ye's thoughts came from.

"Because you are Sikong."

"You and I only spent a short month together as children."

"So what? You were my only friend in my childhood, but you..." Feng Ye said in a muffled voice, "had to go through all that..."

Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "Are you showing pity to me? This way of showing pity to others is really shocking and unconventional."

"I feel sorry for you." Feng Ye said softly, "From the moment I saw you again, I wanted to take you under my shadow so that no one would hurt you again."

The words "I feel sorry for you" made Yan Sikong's chest tremble, and his eyes revealed some confusion. In this world, no one treated him like this anymore. Even if his heart was as hard as a rock, it was impossible for him to remain unmoved.

His lips moved and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time before he murmured, "Thank you."

The two of them hugged each other quietly, absorbing each other's body temperature through their naked bodies. Yan Sikong fell asleep unknowingly in that reassuring warmth.

It seemed that only when he was with Feng Ye could he dare to fall asleep so defenselessly, and he often slept until dawn without any nightmares.

——

When it was almost dawn, they heard shouting from outside and were suddenly awakened. Feng Hun stood up more alertly than them and looked out of the cave.

Yan Sikong opened his eyes and looked into a sunken collarbone. He quickly came to his senses and struggled to get up.

"It's someone from the villa." Feng Ye had already woken up. He pricked up his ears to identify him, while holding Yan Sikong tightly in his arms.

Yan Sikong struggled even more when he heard this: "Why don't you get up?"

Feng Ye smiled and said, "Why would I stand up? I'm not afraid of them seeing me."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's wrist and used all his strength to pry it apart. He was worried that Feng Ye was unruly and if people really saw this indecent scene, he would still have to save his reputation.

Feng Ye was quite surprised: "Wow, you are quite strong." He loosened his hand and stretched his waist contentedly, not forgetting to tease, "I didn't think sleeping on the ground was comfortable before, probably because I was holding you."

Yan Sikong ignored him and stood up to check his clothes. After being roasted by the fire all night, they were indeed dry. He grabbed Feng Ye's clothes and threw them to him, then quickly put on his own.

Feng Ye was in no hurry to put it on. He looked at Yan Sikong's naked, snow-white back, with his dark hair draped over it in a messy manner. His spine was slightly visible under the skin, which was indescribably tempting.

Feng Ye licked his lips, his eyes revealing his undisguised predatory nature.

Only after Yan Sikong had put on his clothes did he adjust his appearance.

After they put out the fire, they walked out of the cave, and saw the people from the villa carrying lanterns and searching for them all over the mountain.

Feng Ye touched Feng Hun and said, "Hun'er, let's go. Let's go back to the villa."

Feng Hun rubbed him with his cheek, turned around and ran away.

When the people in the villa saw them, they knelt on the ground, trembling, and kept apologizing to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye said nonchalantly: "It's not your fault. Get up and take us back."

"Thank you, Prince, for your generosity!"

Yan Sikong not only recalled the scene when Feng Jianping forgave him, but also thought of the father and son who never made things difficult for their servants and always clearly distinguished between rewards and punishments. It was not without reason that the Feng family army was loyal to them.

A group of people with lanterns led the way for Feng Ye and Yan Sikong. It was just dawn and the ground was muddy and slippery, making it difficult to walk.

Suddenly, Feng Ye froze. Before anyone could react, he snatched the lantern from a servant and threw it into the woods in the distance.

Before the lantern landed on the ground, a dark shadow flashed through the forest.

Feng Ye kicked his feet and shot out like an arrow, chasing after the black shadow.

By the time everyone came to their senses, Feng Ye had disappeared into the woods.

Yan Sikong was secretly shocked. Feng Ye's kung fu might be more advanced than he thought. Without thinking too much, he also followed him.

"Prince, Lord Yan!" Everyone had no choice but to follow.

Not long after chasing, Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye. He was fighting with a man in black. When he ran closer, the man in black had already been pinned to the ground by Feng Ye. His facial features were deep and rough, not like those of a person from the Central Plains.

Before Yan Sikong could ask, Feng Ye suddenly grabbed the man's chin and twisted it hard. With a click, the man's jaw was removed by Feng Ye!

Light yellow saliva immediately flowed out of his open mouth.

Yan Sikong secretly thought it was a close call. If he had snapped his fingers a little later, the poison would have flowed into the esophagus and the man would have successfully committed suicide.

"This person is not from the Central Plains." Yan Sikong said.

Feng Ye hummed, "Wala scout."

Yan Sikong couldn't see Feng Ye's face clearly, but his voice was clearly chilling.

The Wala man glared at Feng Ye viciously and spat at him forcefully.

Feng Ye picked him up from the ground and said, "Send him to the main camp for interrogation."

The man suddenly swung his fist at Feng Ye, but Feng Ye dodged and grabbed his arm with one hand, moved it around his back, grabbed his other arm with the other hand, then stepped on the man's vest, twisted his arms, and kicked his long legs forward.

There were only two crackling sounds, followed by the man's miserable screams, which instantly penetrated the dark woods and startled countless birds.

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, breathing cautiously. Feng Ye's expression was cold, and he exuded a murderous aura. His eyes seemed to be gleaming with a cold green light. He held the two arms he had broken, but his eyebrows did not move at all. He was so cold that it was creepy.

The arrogant and unruly Feng Ye in the spring hunting ground, the childish and domineering but gentle Feng Ye in normal times, and the fierce Feng Ye in front of him like a Rakshasa, which one is the real him? Or, these are all him, it depends on who can stimulate which side of him.

Yan Sikong felt his hair stand on end.

Feng Ye said to the attendant who caught up with him, "Take this Wala scout to the Jingshan camp and hand him over to General Zhao for punishment."

"yes!"

Feng Ye rubbed the dirt on his hands against the tree, turned around, and returned to normal: "From time to time, Wala would send some spies to sneak into the Central Plains to find out our military situation. This time it's his bad luck that he ran into me."

Yan Sikong nodded: "We have captured Jin scouts before."

Feng Ye's eyes darkened, and he said fiercely: "As long as my Feng family is here, no one can get involved in the Central Plains."

Yan Sikong felt sad. In his eyes, no matter how brutal the foreign enemies were, they could not destroy this beautiful country as badly as the tyrants and treacherous rulers.