Chapter 153 Extra: The Little Succubus 12
The expeditionary knights have not yet returned. Xie Chen, Shang Qiyue, He Fan... Today is He Fan's turn.
When Mu Yan was carried out of the bath by He Fan, her body was still faintly pink.
The perfectly heated water made Mu Yan feel so comfortable that her bones felt weak. Her hair was wet and stuck to the side of her neck, with water droplets dripping from the ends and sliding down her collarbone. He Fan quickly wiped them away with a towel.
He Fan wrapped him in a soft blanket, dried him off, and then dressed him in pajamas.
"Are you hungry, brother?" He Fan asked casually. "Should I go and cook some midnight snacks for Brother Xiaoyan?"
Mu Yan blinked, looking at him with some confusion.
He Fan was stunned for a moment before remembering what succubi feed on.
He chuckled softly, picked Mu Yan up by the waist, and placed him on the bed: "Sorry, I should be... full by now."
Mu Yan's ear tips turned slightly red, but his tail honestly wrapped around He Fan's wrist and gently rubbed against it.
When he was with Lu Chong, he never felt ashamed. Lu Chong said it was the nature of a succubus, just like a person needs to eat when hungry and sleep when tired.
But He Fan and Xie Chen are too wicked, especially Xie Chen. He always likes to feed him in strange places and say strange things.
Over time, Mu Yan became a little shy, but his shyness only caused his ears to turn red occasionally, and it didn't stop him from going to see them the next day as usual.
Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, making Mu Yan's skin appear as smooth and lustrous as jade. He Fan pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of Mu Yan's head, his voice low and gentle: "Then... Brother, would you like to hear a story?"
Before arriving in the Holy City, He Fan had traveled to every corner of the Mia Continent. He had met many bards and knew many poems and stories that had long been lost.
Mu Yan nodded happily; he enjoyed listening to He Fan tell stories.
For Mu Yan in this life, the memories of his previous life are just storylines existing in his mind. However, his mission in his previous life and his love for this land are almost rooted in his soul, making him extremely curious about everything that has happened on the continent of Mia over the past thousands of years.
“Okay,” he put his arm around Mu Yan’s waist, his fingertips gently tracing Mu Yan’s waistline, almost whispering in his ear, “Just tell this to me.”
Mu Yan felt a tickle on his earlobe from the warmth of his breath, and couldn't help but shrink back, yet he couldn't resist moving even closer. He Fan chuckled and began to tell him the stories he had collected from various places.
His voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the night, yet it carried a certain bewitching magic.
Mu Yan unconsciously relaxed and leaned against him. His pajamas gradually came up, and the tip of his tail swayed gently, like a satisfied cat.
Just as the knocking on the door suddenly sounded, He Fan's storytelling abruptly stopped, and Mu Yan's eyes widened slightly.
It's late at night; who would visit at this hour?
He Fan didn't get up to open the door immediately, so as if urging him, the door was knocked three more times.
He Fan had no choice but to put on his clothes and get up. Mu Yan pursed his lips, his tail unconsciously wrapping around He Fan's arm, as if in some silent attempt to keep him.
“Knight Commander,” He Fan opened the door, somewhat surprised to see who it was, “I had heard that the Knights had already stationed outside the Holy City, and His Holiness the Pope and I were planning to come and welcome your triumphant return in person tomorrow.”
Upon hearing the words "Knight Commander," Mu Yan instantly lost all sleepiness. He ran towards the door without putting on his shoes. Fortunately, every inch of the floor in He Fan's place was covered with soft carpet, so even barefoot, it wasn't too cold.
“You’re too kind, Your Highness,” Lu Chong said calmly. “It’s inconvenient to bother you so late at night. I just wanted to come and take my people home.”
"Yan Yan," Lu Chong couldn't help but lift Mu Yan off the ground the moment he saw him, supporting his waist and hips. "Why aren't you wearing shoes? You'll catch a cold."
Mu Yan hugged his neck tightly, as if Lu Chong would vanish into thin air if she let go: "You're back, you're finally back..."
"I miss you so much..." His voice was tinged with sobs at the end, and Lu Chong felt heartbroken. He could only kiss his hair and pat his back to try to calm him down.
"My dear Yan Yan, I'm back. I'll come pick you up right away."
Having received the promise, Mu Yan nodded vigorously. He finally loosened his grip on Lu Chong's neck, lifted his head from Lu Chong's neck, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Brother Xiaoyan, are you leaving?"
He Fan suddenly spoke, and Mu Yan then remembered that there was a third person in this space. The moonlight illuminated the young man's handsome face, but his expression was somewhat sad.
“Yes,” Lu Chong answered for Mu Yan, “I’ve taken him home. Is there anything else, Your Highness?”
“Brother…” He Fan ignored Lu Chong’s question and continued to look at Mu Yan with a sorrowful gaze and a voice filled with the pitiful grievance unique to young people, “Is your home, Commander Knight?”
Lu Chong was speechless at this absurd and pretentious question. He sneered, "Otherwise what? Is that your home?"
He Fan shook his head sadly.
“I have no home… As you should know, Commander Knight, I was brought back to the Holy City by His Holiness the Pope.”
"I envy you so much, having a duke as your father, a duchess as your mother, and a sister in the Holy City..."
"Xiao Fan..." Mu Yan seemed to feel a little reluctant and couldn't help but interrupt him, softly calling his name.
“I have no one else. Wherever Brother Xiaoyan is, that’s my home.”
Before coming here, Lu Chong met with Xie Chen, where he also saw that disgusting black loach. After a less than pleasant conversation, they concluded that He Fan was the Holy City traitor who awakened Shang Qiyue.
Just as he was about to angrily rebuke Xie Chen for neglecting his duties and not even ordering the arrest of the traitor, Xie Chen produced a contract that a demon could only sign once in his lifetime.
To be precise, there were actually two letters, but in the section for the contract recipient, both He Fan and Shang Qiyue's names were signed.
He Fan and Shang Qiyue will serve Mu Yan for eternity, never opposing the Holy City, until the end of their lives.
Lu Chong coldly looked at He Fan in front of him, a demon without any emotion, who was actually putting on such a pitiful act.
He was about to make a sarcastic remark when he turned around and saw Mu Yan's sad and distressed expression. The little succubus was biting her lower lip and looking at He Fan, with a hint of tears in her eyes.
"Is Brother leaving?" He Fan took a step back and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I can't put Brother in a difficult position. It's late, Brother and the Knight Commander should go home."
He Fan's smile was extremely bitter, reminding Mu Yan of a puppy that had been soaked in the rain.
For a moment, Mu Yan really wanted to hug him.
Yes, Lu Chong has family and subordinates who love him, but Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan is a demon just like him.
It seems that Xiao Fan has nothing left but herself.
The undisguised lingering affection and sympathy in Mu Yan's eyes pierced Lu Chong's heart like needles. He couldn't understand why Mu Yan was so convinced by what seemed like an obvious trick to him.
Only two months.
In just two months, his little succubus had already developed feelings for someone else.
Mu Yan was held in his arms and couldn't help but look back at He Fan again.
That look made Lu Chong feel a tightness in his chest. Mu Yan had always been well-behaved and obedient, always giving in to his every whim. Now that he wasn't doing anything to disobey him for He Fan's sake, should he... feel happy?
But wouldn't this be considered a waste of Mu Yan's love and indulgence towards him?
If he takes Mu Yan home without any regard for the consequences, will Mu Yan think of He Fan when they hug, kiss, or fall asleep in each other's arms? Will she remember his sad, puppy-like eyes? Will she absentmindedly worry about whether He Fan is sleeping well or getting enough rest?
Despite Lu Chong's view that He Fan's acting was extremely poor, what kind of puppy was he, he was clearly a hungry wolf who would devour the little succubus in the next second.
"Can't bear to part with him?" he asked Mu Yan, looking down at her.
"Then the baby will have a little more trouble in a while."
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I've revised the text, starting from chapter 109. Those who are interested can take a look.
It's almost the end of the month, and my nutrient solution is about to expire. Could I have some? TT. I won't be making extra chapters with the nutrient solution, haha. There's also a bonus chapter, which I'll post tomorrow or the day after.
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