Early morning is a continuation of night.
Waking up once again in his lover's arms, Yun Wei was somewhat stunned.
The man behind him was a non-radiant source of heat, and a constant warmth seeped into his flesh, seemingly drying even the coldness and dampness in his heart.
He knew the other person was awake.
But he still subconsciously squeezed the thumb that was connected to his palm. The other person's knuckles were also very strong, the nails were neatly trimmed, and the nail plates were smooth and healthy.
"Good morning, Yun," he heard the person behind him say.
Isaac tightened his grip on his arm, his warm breath brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
At the same time, the other person's thumb gently hooked. The hard fingertip inevitably brushed across his palm, the force of which "rubbing" would perhaps be a more accurate description, like scratching an itch.
It's like scratching an itch through a boot—it's useless.
Adding fuel to the fire, going against the tide.
Yun Wei's mind went blank again.
“Good morning, Isa,” he said in a hoarse voice.
He heard Isaac lean close to his ear and whisper, "Sorry, give me a few more minutes."
The lowered voice, still warm, suddenly filled his ears, numbing half of his body.
Yun Wei naturally understood.
He quickly replied, "Mm..."
Such a simple syllable, yet it changed with the owner's mood, sounding just like "whimpering".
Yunwei's earlobe started to feel hot again.
He was absolutely certain that the other person was still staring intently at him.
...
Regoro is already in sight.
The gray, fortified town, visible at a glance, was located in the lowlands not far away. Although Yun Wei felt that it seemed to be just a large village.
The two did not rush over.
They walked slowly, one after the other, on the path strewn with fallen leaves and pine needles. A cold wind blew, and the whole world was eerily silent, save for the sound of their footsteps crushing the fallen leaves under their weight.
However, Yunwei had no interest in pondering philosophical or mystical questions.
He was thinking about Isaac all the time.
Even though both are healthy adult men, even though they were in such a sorry state that morning, even though they had no reason not to go all the way.
They ultimately didn't do it.
It was as if they were locked in a struggle, and the two reached a strange understanding.
Neither of them wanted to bring it up first, as if the one who spoke first would be at a disadvantage in matters of love. They both wanted to prove to each other that their feelings for their partner were not based on lust.
Neither side was willing to back down.
Because this matter concerns the two of them, their final coming-of-age ceremony.
Yunwei has its own stubbornness, and Isaac has his own pride.
But... thinking about it, it's actually quite childish.
Yun Wei was quite conflicted. He knew very well that arguing about winning or losing in this matter didn't seem to make much sense.
But he did enjoy the final tug-of-war between the two of them.
Even though he hadn't pondered the scriptures about spirit and flesh, he certainly understood that the body's natural defenses were his last line of defense, after which he would have no trouble getting through.
On the other hand, he felt that he was indeed somewhat abnormal.
He actually liked it immensely, seeing Isaac desperately trying to hold back in front of him.
Under the halo of suppressed desires, the other person's trait of "perseverance" was magnified infinitely, and this was precisely the trait that resonated with him the most.
Perhaps in the eyes of the world, the utterly evil necromancer ultimately seduced the resolute Templar Knight...
But the world will never know that the necromancer was actually head over heels in love with his knight and had long been willing to give everything for him, including his dignity and life.
Show me your loyalty, and I will repay you a hundredfold. In his mind, he had already begun to elaborate on his own actions.
As Yun Wei was lost in thought, the knight behind him suddenly spoke up, "There's another question—"
"Huh?!" Yun Wei jumped up immediately. He turned around nervously and saw the other person's surprised look. He then said awkwardly, "Uh, I stepped on a branch and thought it was a snake... Cough, go ahead, I'm listening."
How embarrassing.
He's a thirty-year-old man, yet he acts like a lovesick teenager.
Yun Wei couldn't help but wonder if the reason he hadn't been eaten by zombies was because he had a romantic mind.
As everyone knows, that's a brain that even zombies despise.
Pooh!
He's really gone mad; how could he be so ruthless that he even curses himself?
Upon hearing this, Isaac glanced at the ground suspiciously; he had never known that Yun Wei was afraid of snakes.
However, he continued, "I didn't have a chance to ask you before, but what about the Abyss? How exactly are we going to handle this?"
Ultimately, he was still shaken.
If the Zhuyuan Continent had to be saved at the cost of his beloved's life, he would rather carry Yun Wei on his back and run away with his sword.
Yun Wei breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, we don't need to worry about that for now. Her Majesty will make her own decision. Once she has brought the empire under control, she will notify us to attend a meeting."
"Huh? When did she tell you? I had no idea." Isaac was completely confused; he had been with Yun Wei the whole time.
"It was in His Majesty's study." Yun Wei blinked innocently. "When she had the eunuch make tea for us, magical runes that would burn after reading appeared on the surface of the water. Hey, I say, isn't that a very fashionable, magical etiquette in your Second Dynasty?"
“How would I know? I’m not a magician,” Isaac muttered.
He said that Yun Wei had told him earlier that it was his grandmother's idea to help him run away. He thought he was sharp-witted and didn't notice the two exchanging glances at each other at all.
Wait a minute, what exactly did he miss?
How did the relationship between these two suddenly become so good?
"Oh, right, His Majesty also instructed that as long as I don't make the situation in the Ice Sparrow Flower Territory to the point where she has to clean up the mess, and as long as I pay the vassal taxes on time, she won't interfere at all," Yun Wei added, only then realizing what he meant.
He looked at the knight in front of him, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Heavens, could this be a test from her?"
Isaac initially wanted to deny it.
He had already made it clear that he could only live with Yunwei, so his grandmother wouldn't use their already established relationship as a pointless test.
But seeing Yun Wei secretly rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he still laughed, "That's right, once you hand in your answer sheet, you can take me home."
He was looking at Yun Wei when he spoke.
He had long developed this habit; whenever Yun Wei was present, he would always find himself looking at him involuntarily.
He couldn't bear to miss a single expression on the other person's face. The thought that the other person's emotions were fluctuating because of him made his heart leap and pound like a bird.
"Ha, what nonsense are you spouting now? How shameless!" As expected, he was once again disliked by Yun Wei.
The other person was clearly shy, her slightly flushed face was incredibly cute, like an early autumn apple.
However, his smugness quickly faded.
Because he heard Yun Wei say, "I brought you home a long time ago, you can only be mine."
"You are from Yunwei."
The other person's voice grew softer and softer, the last few words barely audible, but to the soldier with exceptional hearing, it sounded like thunder exploding in his ears.
Isaac had no idea why his heart was beating so erratically.
At this moment, all he wanted to do was hug Yun Wei tightly.
But the magician in front of him suddenly transformed into a startled fawn, turned around, and began to run away.
The other party had changed back into his moon-white robes today. He once described it as being like a flour sack filled with wind once he started running.
They are just too cute.
Isaac smiled and couldn't help but chase after him.
He didn't use any flashy martial arts techniques; he simply moved his legs and effortlessly stayed a fixed distance behind his opponent.
The autumn wind finally softened and returned to its proper state.
At this time of year, even the most barren land is filled with the scent of harvest.
There are no extra branches in the humus-filled pile of fallen leaves; they are all nutrients that nurture the hope for the coming year.
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