Chapter 150 Little Succubus 9
The next day was Sunday, a rare day of rest for the Vatican. Mu Yan slept in late and woke up when the sun was already high in the sky.
Feeling a void around his neck, he subconsciously touched his collarbone, wanting to confirm whether the cross Lu Chong had left him was still there.
This is almost the first thing Mu Yan does every morning when he wakes up. He cherishes that cross, even though the cross itself is not expensive, it is something that is very meaningful to both him and Lu Chong.
But now, his neck was bare, and Mu Yan couldn't touch his pendant.
"Brother is awake?" He Fan was sitting by the window reading a book. When he saw Mu Yan sit up, he naturally took his clothes and sat down next to him, wanting to unbutton Mu Yan's pajamas. "Let me help you change your clothes, or if you don't want to go out, it's okay if you don't change your pajamas."
"My pendant is gone..." Mu Yan rubbed her sleepy eyes, her hand still fumbling around her collar, and said somewhat aggrievedly.
"Did you accidentally fall off the bed while you were sleeping?" He Fan naturally picked him up from the bed. "Breakfast is on the table. Go wash up and have breakfast first, I'll help you look for it."
Although Mu Yan's trust in He Fan was almost unconditional and without reason, He Fan's reaction was too calm, as if he had expected Mu Yan to ask this question.
"Xiao Fan, did you take this? Can you give it back to me?" Mu Yan asked softly. "If you want anything else, I'll give you anything, but this..."
His gaze was sincere and pleading; almost no one could withstand such a gaze for three seconds. He Fan looked at him and sighed softly.
“I took it,” he said, taking the pendant from his pocket. The silver chain dangled, and the pendant gleamed coldly in the sunlight, “but not because I wanted it.”
"Have you been having nightmares lately, brother?" He Fan asked softly, his fingertips slowly tracing the silver cross that symbolized the Holy See and the God of Light. "I dream about... things related to the abyss. It could be an indistinct god, or other beings of the same kind, or voices that can only be heard in the abyss."
Mu Yan was taken aback.
Thinking back carefully, the dream of that faceless evil god did indeed happen after Lu Chong put the pendant on him before leaving. At that time, he considered many possibilities, such as whether it was because he was not devout enough and had ended up in the place closest to the god, or because of his succubus constitution, but he never doubted the pendant.
He Fan observed his expression and sighed gently.
"That should be it."
"This pendant was given to you by Knight Commander Lu Chong, wasn't it?"
"Knight Commander Lu Chong's magic power is profound, and he can probably just suppress it, so he has no problem wearing it. But I am a succubus, so I am definitely more sensitive to everything in the abyss, which is why I was attacked by nightmares."
He gently took Mu Yan's hand and touched Mu Yan's forehead with his own.
"Even in my dreams, I don't want to see you unhappy, or troubled by anything."
He Fan's movements were so gentle, like the song of a siren, that it was almost impossible not to believe him. Mu Yan held his hand and gently rubbed his head.
“I know this is something the Knight Commander left for you. I won’t break it. I’ll return it to you after I’ve checked it. The Knight Commander probably didn’t know that there was an abyss here before he gave it to you. He probably didn’t want you to keep having nightmares.”
“I’ve thoroughly cleaned up everything on there, so Commander Knight… shouldn’t be unhappy.”
Does this pendant... have anything to do with the abyss?
He Fan didn't seem to be lying to himself; it was indeed after he put on the pendant that he started having those lewd and shameful dreams.
Mu Yan pondered for a while, and finally nodded hesitantly.
He Fan reached out and touched Mu Yan's exposed ear. When it was just the two of them, Mu Yan wouldn't hide his ears and tail: "Brother is so good."
"If you don't come home all night, will His Holiness the Pope reprimand you? I'll go back with you and help you explain to him."
Mu Yan then remembered that His Holiness the Pope should still be waiting for him in the Vatican. Thinking of His Holiness the Pope's stern gaze, he trembled with fear.
“His Majesty isn’t as cold-hearted as you think,” He Fan smiled. “I’ll explain to him for you. Just say that you accidentally drank a little wine on your day off and ended up sleeping here.”
"...But drinking is also..."
“I know,” He Fan smiled, “but today is Sunday. I haven’t done anything disrespectful to God under the pretext of being drunk. His Holiness the Pope can’t possibly blame you.”
Mu Yan was skeptical, but he really didn't dare to go back to see Xie Chen alone, so he had no choice but to agree to let He Fan take him back.
After He Fan explained the reason, he begged Xie Chen not to punish Mu Yan. Xie Chen's gaze swept over the two of them indifferently. After a few seconds of silence, he asked He Fan if he wanted to come in for a cup of tea.
He Fan refused with a smile, and Mu Yan thought he believed him, so she went up to him in a somewhat ingratiating manner and took his sleeve.
Xie Chen hesitated for a moment, but did not shake him off.
The little succubus was unaware that his entire body had already been imbued with the aura of the Holy Son. In Xie Chen's eyes, what the two of them had done last night was almost completely clear.
He Fan deceived the naive and ignorant little succubus, not only tempting him to give up his body, but also asking Mu Yan to bring him to his door to provoke him.
Mu Yan gently tugged at his sleeve, his movements clumsy and ingratiating. It seemed that he was completely unaware of He Fan's despicable intentions.
Xie Chen quickly figured out what He Fan wanted to see: He Fan simply wanted to see him take his anger out on Mu Yan, making Mu Yan even more afraid of him.
Is His Majesty angry?
Xie Chen grabbed his hand and led him into the house. A soft blanket had been laid out inside. Mu Yan hadn't returned home all night, and Xie Chen assumed that Mu Yan didn't feel comfortable at home, so he went to the Knight Commander's residence to compare what was missing.
“Drinking too much alcohol is bad for your health,” Xie Chen said slowly. “Even if the gods agree, you should do less of things that are bad for your health.”
"I know," Mu Yan said, scratching his palm ingratiatingly. "Please don't blame the Holy Son. I told him I hadn't drunk any alcohol, and that's why he..."
When Mu Yan defended He Fan, he didn't blush at all, even when he was lying. Xie Chen didn't know how He Fan could have made Mu Yan so infatuated with him in just one day.
What's so great about liking a callow youth?
"Yes, I know. He's young, so it's normal for him to be a bit playful."
Upon hearing Xie Chen's words, Mu Yan quickly became happy again. He saw the milk tea prepared for him on the table and happily picked it up to drink.
But isn't that what little succubus is like? He has no heart at all, he doesn't know how to love, he doesn't even know what liking or loving is, so he's not stingy in giving anyone something like love.
Just like after leaving Lu Chong, it seemed that he had fallen in love with himself.
"Then in the future..." After a while, Mu Yan asked again, "Can I still go to play with the Holy Son?"
"Can we not mention him today?" Xie Chen asked calmly. "God said to love all living beings."
"Okay, alright, then..." Mu Yan paused, as if realizing something, swallowed back the question he was about to ask, took a sip of milk tea, and changed the subject, "Has Your Majesty tried this? It's so delicious."
Xie Chen glanced down at him, and Mu Yan knew that this look meant tacit approval. He ran to his side with the milk tea in his hands and fed it to him.
Xie Chen knew he liked it, so he only took a small sip.
"It's quite sweet. I don't like things that are too sweet, but I'm glad you like it."
"What were you about to ask?" Xie Chen had actually noticed his hesitation. "Go ahead and ask."
Mu Yan didn't speak immediately. After a while, he changed the subject and said that it was nothing and that he was going to take a nap.
Xie Chen nodded and reached for the documents on his desk, but Mu Yan, who was supposed to go back to bed for a nap, came over and quietly climbed onto his lap.
"Weren't you supposed to take a nap?" Xie Chen asked. "What's wrong?"
"I want to sleep in your arms."
Xie Chen looked down at him. Mu Yan's pupils were a transparent amber color in the afternoon sunlight, and his eyelashes blinked occasionally, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.
"How do you like me to hug you?" Xie Chen asked softly.
Mu Yan found a comfortable position and snuggled into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, like a house cat that had found the perfect temperature by the fireplace.
"That's good." Mu Yan looked up at him with satisfaction, then turned her head and stuffed the quill pen on the table into Xie Chen's hand. "Your Majesty can continue working, you don't need to worry about me."
The quill pen left a small black mark on the parchment. The succubus's body temperature was slightly lower than that of a human, and her cool breath was like a breeze brought by the flapping of butterfly wings, seeping into Xie Chen's skin through the fabric.
He froze, his gaze fixed on the ink spreading from the quill pen, not looking at the little succubus in his arms.
However, succubi are very perceptive of human emotions.
Mu Yan wasn't actually sleepy; he just wanted to test Xie Chen's mood to see if he was in a good mood today. He didn't ask Xie Chen if he had received a letter from the Knight Commander.
His Majesty doesn't seem to be in a good mood.
Yesterday, when He Fan was lecturing, he talked about the battle reports coming back from the front lines. When Mu Yan asked him about it, he said that it seemed only Xie Chen could see the real battle reports, and he had only heard His Holiness the Pope mention them.
In fact, Mu Yan would ask Xie Chen every few days if there was a letter from the Knight Commander, but the answer was always no.
How could there not be? Mu Yan was a little annoyed. Even if the Knight Commander didn't have time to write to him, he shouldn't have completely stopped contacting the Holy See.
After He Fan took the pendant, Mu Yan lost the last thing he had held onto for four years. He missed the Knight Commander more and more and wanted to see him again.
Although Xie Chen's body was a little stiff, Mu Yan could tell that he didn't dislike it.
His heartbeat quickened, and Mu Yan thought, "It probably isn't because I'm angry."
He secretly smiled, then suddenly tilted his head back and gave Xie Chen a quick kiss on the chin.
"Mu Yan." Xie Chen's body almost froze completely. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth like a statue slowly coming to life, "Why did you suddenly do this?"
"I want to kiss you," Mu Yan said softly, "for no reason."
"What do you want from me?" Xie Chen glanced down at him. "You don't need to fawn over me like this."
Mu Yan buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled: "I want to see the Knight Commander's letter... but I also really want to kiss you."
"His Holiness said there are battle reports coming back from the front..." He buried his head in Xie Chen's neck, "His Majesty must have them, right?"
Xie Chen looked at him but did not answer immediately.
Indeed, locked in the bottom drawer of the desk were secret letters from the front lines.
At the end of each battle report, Lu Chong would ask him how Mu Yan was doing.
"The front lines are busy and dangerous," Xie Chen lied without batting an eye, his fingers lightly stroking the back of Mu Yan's head. "No news has come back."
"Not even one?" Mu Yan stared at him with wide eyes. Xie Chen met his gaze calmly. Mu Yan's eyes gradually turned lost and aggrieved. "Really... not even one?"
His ears drooped, and he quickly became dejected.
Xie Chen looked at him and felt a little sorry for him.
"...However, if you listen to me and avoid hanging out with shady people, I can write to him and urge him to send some battle reports over."
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