EHRPS CH215

Ming Xiu had no heart to pay attention to that bizarre sound. The half-turned book on the desk was also left forgotten.

Ming Xiu’s chest was pressed tightly against Nie Wuhui’s back. One hand gripped his waist, while the other lifted his hair. His lips pecked and kissed the bone at the back of the man’s neck, one by one. One kiss, one word.

It took Nie Wuhui a good while to realize that Ming Xiu was asking him if he could stay the night, to sleep with him? “Can’t bear to leave,” he said. The man’s tone was drawn out, his voice lingering with affection.

A familiar feeling surged in Nie Wuhui’s heart. He suddenly remembered many brief yet vivid scenes from the past decades, and every single one just so happened to feature Ming Xiu’s face.

The demonic qi on Ming Xiu was very heavy. Even with features as handsome as his, in the eyes of others, he appeared incredibly fierce and terrifying. Especially those eyes, sinister and cold.

Yet, every time Ming Xiu’s gaze fell upon him, Nie Wuhui had a completely different experience—those passionate, overwhelming, irresistible stares… Faced with this, Nie Wuhui often felt utterly helpless. And precisely because of this, Ming Xiu always managed to get his way.

He received an answer that amounted to ‘tacit consent.’ Like a monkey grabbing hold of a slender bamboo pole, he zipped straight up. The tip of his tongue traced a path to Nie Wuhui’s slightly reddened earlobe, his clean jawline… Until it reached the corner of his lips.

Nie Wuhui’s lip shape was very beautiful, currently pressed lightly together. Before the first kiss landed, Ming Xiu’s hand swept across first. A lightly calloused thumb brushed Nie Wuhui’s lips. They were incredibly soft. Just as soft as in his dreams.

“I’m going to kiss you.” Ming Xiu paused slightly, his burning breath fanning over the man’s white jade-like skin. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I laid eyes on you…”

Nie Wuhui turned his head to look back. Ming Xiu had, for once, tied up his hair, fully revealing his exceedingly handsome face. Yet his actions were clingy, resting bonelessly on his shoulder, as if he would stop the moment Nie Wuhui said ‘no.’ If that were truly the case, Nie Wuhui wouldn’t have been vexed for a full fifty years.…Just putting on a show of politeness.

Nie Wuhui gazed at the smile of inevitable victory on the other’s lips. Driven by some inexplicable impulse, he proactively lowered his head and touched Ming Xiu’s lips. The fresh sweetness of tangerine still lingered between their lips and teeth. “…”

In an instant, Ming Xiu’s soul took flight. By the time he came to his senses, he had already wrapped his arms around Nie Wuhui’s waist and dragged him onto the bed with the speed of a thunderbolt. There was not the slightest gap between them.

Nie Wuhui was stunned for a moment, instinctively wanting to break free from the other’s constraints, but after a moment’s thought, he gave up. A gentleman’s word, once spoken, cannot be taken back by a team of horses. He had personally said ‘yes,’ so… It wasn’t a big deal.

He had told himself he only wished to be kindred spirits and close friends with Ming Xiu, but what close friends in the world would want to kiss each other on the lips? He was merely deceiving himself and others. He reached back and hugged Ming Xiu, and the two kissed until the sky spun and the earth went dark.

The wind chimes under the eaves clattered wildly in the wind. Inside the hall, the sound of moisture grew light then heavy, while the chiming went unheard.

The white-clad Immortal Lord had lost his decorum. His long hair and robes were utterly disheveled, his breathing a total mess, his belt inexplicably yanked off in his own bedchamber. Ming Xiu’s hands were too fast. There was no telling how many times he had practiced in his dreams.

Being kissed by Nie Wuhui gave Ming Xiu an unprecedented thrill and joy. He completely abandoned any attempt to maintain a dashing, handsome posture. Except, compared to that light, fluttering kiss, Ming Xiu’s style was far more unrestrained. Like a sudden torrential downpour on a rainy night, it smashed all over Nie Wuhui’s body and face. He couldn’t dodge, nor did he want to.

Ming Xiu kissed so selflessly that it wasn’t until he heard a very soft hum from the nose of the person beneath him that he jerked his upper body up as if waking from a dream, looking down— Not long ago, the man had straightened his clothes for him. Yet Ming Xiu had ungratefully torn his robes into a mess, exposing a large expanse of warm white jade. The jade color wasn’t pure; it was tinted. A sin committed by Ming Xiu.

He stared intently, leaning closer. He suddenly remembered the tangerine wedge Nie Wuhui had fed him earlier, sweet with a touch of tartness, enticing one’s mouth to water, making one gulp down the juice. He gulped down.

That frantic, stubborn momentum was like a wanderer who had thirsted in the desert for an unknown time, suddenly stumbling upon an oasis. He rushed forward with gleaming eyes, completely deaf to the world around him… Caring only to follow his instincts to quench his own thirst.

Nie Wuhui felt as if he were caught in a whirlpool. The suction of the whirlpool was too strong. He instinctively began to struggle, his palms pushing against Ming Xiu’s face, but unable to push him away. A slightly flustered, soft cry slipped from his lips, “…Don’t.”

Hearing this sound, Ming Xiu’s head spun even more.Who am I?Where am I?What am I doing?

Ming Xiu’s brilliant brain went on strike. He thought hard for a long time, his cheeks puffed out, his head tilting left then right in deep contemplation. Nie Wuhui: “…”

Right at this moment. Nie Wuhui suddenly heard Sect Leader Gu Fengji’s voice transmission, inviting him to a meeting in the main hall of the Main Peak to discuss the upcoming Immortal Sect Grand Competition to be held at the Guiqing Sect. Nie Wuhui: “…………”

Although Nie Wuhui had cultivated for a millennium and very few people or things could shock him anymore, at this very moment, he still couldn’t suppress the bashfulness rising from the bottom of his heart. His face burned hot. He shoved Ming Xiu’s head away and sat up.

Ming Xiu woke up as if from a dream. Smacking his lips, he asked half a beat late, “Someone sent you a voice transmission? Who?” Nie Wuhui’s face was still hot. Ignoring him, he searched the bed for his clothes.

Ming Xiu had acted without any rules, tossing their clothes everywhere. Fortunately, the colors of their outfits were distinctly different, preventing any embarrassing mix-ups.

Receiving no response, Ming Xiu leaned in closer, complaining with some displeasure, “Why do you look like you’ve been caught cheating in bed? Are you regretting it?” “…Cease your nonsense,” Nie Wuhui scolded lightly.

Ming Xiu sat carelessly on the bed. Seeing the man turn around to hook a piece of clothing off the floor, his gaze paused slightly. He couldn’t resist reaching out a finger and poking. He poked a small dimple.

Ming Xiu drew in a sharp breath of cold air and gasped in amazement, “Wow—”

And that wasn’t all. He followed closely behind Nie Wuhui, saying frankly, “When I first met you, I thought your waist was incredibly narrow. Just now, I measured it with my hands, and it seems about the same as mine. So it turns out it’s because…”

Nie Wuhui endured it, but ultimately couldn’t hold back. He turned his head and glared at the person who refused to give it a rest. The corners of his eyes were slightly red—whether from embarrassment or anger was unclear.

Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Ming Xiu finally shut his mouth. For some reason, he merely squatted quietly to the side without speaking, yet Nie Wuhui grew angrier and angrier. Strange indeed.

Nie Wuhui said expressionlessly: “Hand it over.” “Ah?” Ming Xiu’s expression was innocent, his eyes clear.

The robes couldn’t conceal the man’s long, slender legs, revealing a section of ankle as white and clean as jade. Nie Wuhui pursed his lips, thoroughly flustered. Where was his usual upright and dignified demeanor? He had lost his heart, he was in a mess. Even his grace was completely gone.

Thus, Nie Wuhui grabbed a piece of tangerine peel from the desk and threw it at the shameless man. He stretched out a hand in shame and anger, speaking at lightning speed, “…Where are my underpants?” “Give them back!”

Ming Xiu nimbly caught the tangerine peel, his face falling into a scowl. Snorting coldly, he complained without answering the question: “It’s only been a short while, and you’ve already changed your tune, only feeding me tangerine peels. Who knows how you’ll mistreat me in the future.”

This Venerable’s sins are grave.This is the punishment this Venerable deserves!The heavens have eyes!Hehe.

Hearing this masterclass in twisting the truth, Nie Wuhui couldn’t help but throw another tangerine at him. The movement of his arm tugged his muscles, his skin brushing against his robes, bringing a strange sensation. “…”

Ming Xiu didn’t dodge; the tangerine hit the bullseye.

He had seen the gentlemanly demeanor the man displayed when interacting with righteous cultivators, and he had seen his sharp edge when eradicating demons and defending the Dao. But only toward him… He was neither a gentleman nor ruthless. Even when furious and driven to the extreme, he merely threw a few tangerines to vent his anger.

Ming Xiu pinched the tangerine, whose skin wasn’t even broken, played with it between his fingers, and suddenly laughed.

If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t be so fearless and secure in the knowledge he had backing. Why?…Because someone spoils me.

In the end, Nie Wuhui left wearing Ming Xiu’s underpants. Who told that person to be shameless and refuse to return them to their rightful owner.

Before leaving, Nie Wuhui paused at the door. Turning to look at the disheveled person in the hall, he said calmly: “Didn’t you say you wanted to live in seclusion with me for a few years, to try out the days of being accompanied by a Dao Companion?”

Hearing this, Ming Xiu’s eyes lit up. He gazed at the white-clad Immortal Lord, as ethereal as the wind and moon, his back so beautiful one couldn’t look away, and then heard him say words that sounded like chasing someone out: “The Immortal Sect Grand Competition will conclude in two months. I can leave the sect then. As the Demon Lord, why aren’t you returning to the Heaven Slaughtering Sect to make early preparations instead of lingering here?”

With that, he slammed the door shut with a bang and flew off using an evasion technique.

Just like when they first met, Nie Wuhui’s footsteps were slightly hurried as he fled in a panic.

Ming Xiu stood stunned for a moment. He unconsciously brought the tangerine to his lips, closed his eyes, and breathed in the fresh, sweet, fruity scent. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. “Hehe.”

In a daze, he remembered Nie Wuhui asking him the exact same question several times: Why did you fall for me? Every time, Ming Xiu gave the same answer: Lust at first sight.

True, and not true.

Fifty years ago, in the Abyssal Rift Valley. That was Nie Wuhui’s first meeting with Demon Lord Ming Xiu, but it wasn’t Ming Xiu’s first time seeing Nie Wuhui.

Forget it. Immortal Lord Wuhui’s merits were boundless; the people he had saved countless. He probably wouldn’t remember a wandering beggar child he rescued from bandits, right?

But Ming Xiu could never forget the hand extended toward him. Back then, he was still a living person who felt hunger, thirst, and breathed. Though emaciated beyond recognition, he still possessed flesh, blood, and internal organs.

To this day. Ming Xiu still remembered the violent pounding in his chest at that moment. Thump, thump-thump.

Even though Ming Xiu could no longer be considered a truly living person in the strict sense of the word, every time he saw Nie Wuhui, or even thought of Nie Wuhui, he felt as if he were still alive. His heart was beating. Pounding so hard it made him toss and turn, refusing to rest.

Ming Xiu held the tangerine wedge in his mouth; it was sweet all over.

…In the end, he got exactly what he wished for.