Chapter 99 The night rain is scorching hot, it's wonderful.
Heng Qichun had lived for over a thousand years, but he was ultimately indifferent to worldly affairs and not good at getting along with people. Therefore, he never expected that Lou Yan would ask such a question at this time.
Humans are always perceptive, but God is even more so.
He almost immediately understood that Lou Yan's "going to bed" meant much more than simply climbing into his bed.
The moment Heng Qichun figured out what he wanted to do, he felt a sudden surge of heat rise to his body, which was covered by the blanket. His brow twitched, and he turned his head away unnaturally, showing no intention of answering.
Not saying anything?
Lou Yan lay half-lying on the edge of the bed, staring intently at his master's profile as he pondered for a while.
According to the language habits of mortals in the human world, not refusing usually means that they are willing.
Although he no longer hates Heng Qichun, it doesn't mean that in his eyes Heng Qichun is a hypocrite.
Heng Qichun would definitely be willing!
Lou Yan drew this conclusion himself, and his tail, which was hanging behind him, swished more excitedly, the curly but stiff wolf fur whipping against the mattress, pressing a noticeable dent into the fabric at the edge of the bed.
Before Heng Qichun could react, Lou Yan had already climbed onto the bed using both hands and feet.
What a spring day this is!
The drizzle was as tangled as silk threads, the vegetation was flourishing, and the cultivation world, which had been corrupted by evil spirits, was reviving once again.
At the banquet, the immortals spoke freely, each concerned with upholding their Daoist principles, protecting their sects, or safeguarding themselves, all working together to prepare for the demonic bone that would soon appear in the world.
Many hands make light work.
The rain and mist outside the window continued endlessly, like the silk threads spun by silkworms or the webs spun by spiders, gradually trapping them in this life where their love had begun but not yet ended.
Lou Yan had never done such a thing, but as Lou Yan said, he was "pretty good at it too."
The rain outside the window pattered softly like a whisper. The blankets on the couch were piled up and tucked away, eventually sliding off the bed without a second thought, just like the clothes that had been carelessly thrown to the ground.
Heng Qichun gripped the wet bedding beneath him tightly, his bare skin trembling slightly from the chill in the air.
He turned his head away, his earlobes burning red, and his cheeks were also flushed red, like the wine that hadn't yet sobered up from last night.
A tickling sensation rose on his forehead as Lou Yan raised her hand and brushed aside a wisp of messy hair from his forehead.
Knowing there was no way to avoid it, and not wanting to appear too coy or arrogant in bed and give Lou Yan something to say about him, he forced himself to turn his gaze back, and as soon as he did, he met Lou Yan's eyes.
The little wolf lay naked on top of him, supporting himself on the couch with one hand. From Heng Qichun's perspective, he could clearly see the little wolf's strong and muscular chest.
With his other hand still tucked a strand of Heng Qichun's hair between his fingers, he seemed to be pondering intently for a moment before sincerely asking, "Why is Master's hair white?"
Heng Qichun had already prepared himself to ask questions like "Can I come in?", but when he suddenly heard this question, he was taken aback.
"I don't know." Heng Qichun pursed his lips and said somewhat impatiently, "It's been white since I was little."
Lou Yan had no choice but to let down her master's hair, looking utterly dejected.
Only when he got closer did he notice that Heng Qichun's head was completely white, with not a single black hair, even the roots were snow-white, as if he had indeed been born that way.
But he clearly remembered that Heng Qichun had black hair in his previous life.
If the fate of the shark and the death of Elder Hengyang both changed with his rebirth, he would find it reasonable.
But why... would his rebirth affect Heng Qichun's hair?
This was a question that had been lingering in Lou Yan's mind ever since he first met Heng Qichun in this mortal world. He had neither had the time nor the inclination to think about it before, but now the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
Before he could figure anything out, Heng Qichun impatiently urged, "How long are you going to keep this up, face to face with me like this?"
Lou Yan snapped out of her daze and realized that her arms were sore.
He curled the corners of his mouth again, stared at Heng Qichun's moist lips for a moment, then suddenly loosened his grip on her arm, wrapped one arm around the back of Heng Qichun's neck, and leaned down to kiss her.
This kiss carried the rawness and stubbornness of a beast, the burning breath colliding with Heng Qichun's cool lips, and then easily sucking a gap between them.
His tongue twitched, rolling in along the gap.
The branches and leaves of the Endless Tree tilted slightly in the rain, and the longest side branch inadvertently brushed against the roof of the Divine Firmament Palace, making a "knock knock" sound like a heartstring being struck.
Lou Yan hissed, tasting a strong, metallic scent of blood.
He sat up, touched the back of his finger with the tip of his tongue, and immediately his hand was stained with blood.
He held out his blood-stained hand to Heng Qichun and smiled, "Master bites people."
Heng Qichun's face was flushed from his kisses, and he was still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and his lips were glistening.
Lou Yan's kiss was too urgent; he couldn't even breathe just now, and he really didn't know how he ended up biting his tongue.
The God's sense of morality was too strong. When they sat facing each other naked, his first reaction was to feel a sense of apology. Looking at the bloodstain on Lou Yan's hand, he said, "I'm sorry... um!"
Before he could finish speaking, Lou Yan had already pinned him down in an even more forceful position.
The wolf cub's eyes were bloodshot, one hand gripping his waist, the other tightly holding the back of his head.
He didn't kiss Heng Qichun's lips again. His teeth brushed down from Heng's earlobe, biting his Adam's apple and collarbone before stopping at Heng Qichun's wounds, a wound that had brought him so much misfortune.
The two old wounds hadn't even healed yet.
The night rain was scorching, yet spring was in full swing.
The interplay of light and shadow indoors made it impossible to discern the passage of time.
Heng Qichun forced his eyes down and saw the wolf cub's obsessive and burning eyes. He couldn't help but tremble, and his hands and feet stiffened for a moment, but he couldn't muster any strength.
After a series of heavy breaths, he finally mustered up a bit of strength and laboriously raised his hand to push Lou Yan's shoulder.
"Don't...don't bite."
Lou Yan blinked and obediently loosened her teeth.
...
The sacred tree has stood here for nearly a thousand years, enduring wind, rain, and lightning, witnessing all the faces of people, immortals, and all living beings, but it has never experienced a moment like this before.
And this is the only moment that can happen.
Like an unstoppable, unknown downpour on a scorching spring day.
The Endless Tree swayed, its branches and leaves curling up at the tips, then stretching out as much as possible in the next instant.
The spring rain tore a hole in the sky, dripping onto the branches and leaves of the Endless Tree, and the moment it pierced the sky was like a blinding bolt of lightning striking down from the heavens.
The Endless Tree trembled and swayed in the wind and rain.
Heng Qichun's pupils focused.
He forgot.
Wolves are inherently bloodthirsty.
The rain outside had suddenly become more intense, seemingly losing all its springtime gentleness. Raindrops pattered rhythmically against the eaves.
A cold wind gathered, causing the bed curtains to sway silently, casting intertwined shadows on the wall.
Heng Qichun was caught completely off guard with each move, his neck tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and beads of sweat soaking his snow-white white hair.
He felt hot, then cold, his body floating in the clouds, only the hand gripping Lou Yan's shoulder still had a tactile sensation.
It was scalding hot, like a spark surging in the spring night.
Heng Qichun's eyes had lost focus. He blinked frequently, trying to see the little wolf clearly, but his wet eyelashes made his vision blurry, and he could only see a vague shadow.
But it doesn't matter if he doesn't look; he can actually picture Lou Yan's appearance.
It was nothing more than a wolf cub with its fur standing on end awkwardly and clumsily licking and biting him, afraid that he would realize he was a wolf who had never been with a human, so it took advantage of the sound of the heavy rain outside to catch its breath.
Heng Qichun shrugged back, closed his eyes, sighed inwardly, and silently made up his mind.
You bastard.
I'll tie you up as soon as you get out of bed.
If he hadn't completely forgotten how to summon the Binding Immortal Rope in this state of near-disorientation, Lou Yan would have already been bound like a dumpling.
The drizzle, mixed with soft sobs, leaked out incessantly. By the end, Heng Qichun had completely lost his strength, his fingertips trembling and slipping off Lou Yan's shoulder again and again.
"You..." he managed to squeeze out a few breaths, "Are you ever going to stop...?"
Lou Yan paused, frozen in place, as if under some strange spell. After a long while, he deliberately put on a pitiful look and said, "Don't blame me..."
"Master, look how tight it is..."
His voice was hoarse when he said this, and the heat in his dantian accumulated more and more. Overwhelmed by emotion, it flowed along his meridians to his limbs and bones, splashing onto his spine like magma.
A familiar yet strange feeling washed over him, and Lou Yan let out a muffled groan, tilting his head back and letting out a suppressed growl.
Heng Qichun suddenly raised his eyes.
In his dazed state, he looked up at his little disciple lying on top of him and saw that among the uncontrollable, scattered spiritual energy, there seemed to be something else hidden.
The image in the six-nosed mirror thus invaded all the images in front of him like never before.
The spring rain nourished all things, almost soaking this secluded palace.
Deep within the unseen canopy, something is being reborn, like plants sprouting and bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.
Lou Yan didn't know why Heng Qichun suddenly stopped struggling. He must have reached the point of exhaustion. Although he wasn't satisfied, he still lay on Heng Qichun's body and reached out to rub one of the bite marks.
Feeling Heng Qichun's distinct trembling, Lou Yan smiled maliciously, hunched her neck to look up at Heng Qichun, and called out in a sticky voice, "Master..."
Before he could finish a single word, he felt his head spinning and he could no longer lift it. After struggling for a moment, he finally collapsed into Heng Qichun's arms.
Heng Qichun withdrew his hand, which was pressing the sedative incantation, and used his already aching arm to support Lou Yan's head, carefully placing him on the bed.
With a loud "boom".
The sky suddenly darkened, and a thunderclap fell straight down from the long-gloomy horizon.
The flush on Heng Qichun's face gradually turned pale with the sound of thunder.
He reached out and picked up the blanket from the foot of the bed, covered Lou Yan with it, and without lingering, got up, dressed, and pushed open the door to walk into the rain.
Almost the instant the palace doors opened and closed, he hurriedly turned back, as if he had left behind something important.
But nothing was left behind.
He simply stood back by the bed, gazing at Lou Yan's unconscious profile, and suddenly leaned down to plant a deep kiss on his forehead.
To become a silent promise.
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