Dongfang Bubai, who had never feared anything in life, only had the courage to quickly glance at the single bed in the room at this moment, he had openly and sincerely confessed his lower body’s mutilation to Yang Lianting but the two of them had never slept in the same bed. He lightly coughed and forced himself to act as if nothing were wrong, “Lian di, leave first. This Seat… this Seat wants to rest…”
“Cult Master–” Yang Lianting coughed lightly, intentionally raised an eyebrow, “Do you need this Subordinate to serve you?” He approached Dongfang Bubai with a grin, “The amenities here aren’t like the Holy Cult. Dongfang, if you aren’t used to–”
Dongfang Bubai’s body instantly tensed up, his muscles were stretched taunt. He lightly pursed his lips to ensure that his facial expression was the same as before. Not shifting his line of sight, he shook his head and said, “No need to serve, you leave.”
Looking into his black eyes Yang Lianting clearly saw all his emotional changes. He reached out again to seize this person into his arms.
Sure enough.
Dongfang Bubai’s earlobes were red, but his whole body was stiff. He even kept his lower half from coming into contract with him, as if he were afraid he would touch his mutilated body.
Looking at the side of Dongfang Bubai’s face, Yang Lianting sighed in his heart, he felt his heart faintly ache and couldn’t bear to tease him again.
Even though he had sincerely confessed to him, he still could not completely open his heart to him. This person’s heart always held a sense of inferiority and self-loathing.
“Alright I’ll leave first.” Yang Lianting softly smiled, stroked his black silk-like hair hanging down his back, and stood up with the intention to go out.
Looking at his leaving figure, Dongfang Bubai pursed his lips. He felt very nervous, felt very conflicted in his heart. He slowly clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves, he spoke in a dry and hoarse voice, as if honed over sandpaper.
“Lian di, if you–”
“If you want to stay, I–”
Dongfang Bubai had never said such words to anyone before. He held a thousand, ten thousand resistances in his heart, yet he feared that Yang Lianting would be disappointed, feared that he would be the slightest bit dissatisfied.
As early as when he had promised to descend the cliff together with Yang Lianting, Dongfang Bubai had already thought of all the things that might happen along the way.
Lian di was a normal man, who couldn’t be normal anymore.
Naturally Lian di is hot-blooded, but I’m not a woman–
And my revolting hidden mutilation.
Dongfang Bubai’s nails pierced into his flesh, he lowered his eyes and said softly, “Lian di, I can help you–”
Help me?
Without needing to think Yang Lianting knew what he meant and because of this he could not help but feel heartache, feel that he truly did not treat Dongfang Bubai good enough.
“Dongfang, what nonsense are you spouting?” Yang Lianting took a deep breath, shook his head, and gently grasped Dongfang Bubai’s hands. Warmly reassuring him, “I’m not as impatient as you think. Alright don’t worry. Take a bath first and I’ll wait for you to finish before coming back.”
Dongfang Buba breathed out a sigh of relief as he glanced at Yang Lianting’s face, He really doesn’t have any intentions. Dongfang Bubai felt unspeakable loss, without knowing why.
My body’s incompleteness–
In an instant, his face paled, only to rapidly return to normal. Forcing a faint smile, he looked at Yang Lianting and nodded in agreement, “I know, Lian di leave first.”
Who was Yang Lianting?
He had been together with Dongfang Bubai in the past and in the present, he had been together with him for two lifetimes. He was certain that no one knew him better than he himself, through any subtle change in expression he could tell when his emotions were strange. Now looking at Dongfang Bubai’s dim expression, he naturally realized his thoughts in an instant. He quietly cursed himself for not being considerate enough and letting this person think too much, while he hastily opened his mouth to explain.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.”
Yang Lianting felt helpless, he smiled bitterly, lifted his hand to place the scattered strands of hair behind Dongfang Bubai’s back, sighed and said, “If you look at me like this again, I’m not sure I can still hold back.”
“Dongfang, this is an inn.” Yang Lianting chuckled evilly, “I wouldn’t slight you in such a place.”
Dongfang Bubai blushed bright red.
Not knowing how to reply, he pursed his thin lips then lightly coughed and glared at Yang Lianting, as if he wanted to express the prestige of the Cult Master but his red earlobes betrayed him. “Yang Lianting, what nonsense are you saying, this Seat did not have such intentions!”
“Yes, yes, you didn’t say anything.” Yang Lianting could not avoid laughing out loud. “My Cult Master” he softly stroked his black hair and said in a warm tone, “I prepared a courtyard house in Jiangnan long ago. When we reach reach Jiangnan, I–”
Before he could finish, Dongfang Bubai felt so embarrassed, he directly pushed him out of the room with a palm strike. “Yang Lianting, you’re talking nonsense again! This Seat punishes you to keep vigil tonight.”
Staring at the closed door in front of him, Yang Lianting could not help but touch his nose. Standing still outside their room, he laughed out loud, laughed and laughed, his pair of eyes revealing deep yearning and gentle love for a single person.
My Dongfang.
He stood above all and held the power over the life and death, over the reward and punishment of countless people. He was the leading martial artist of the Wulin, yet in his presence he lowered himself to the dust, he fulfilled his every demand and desperately tried to please him.
Fortunately.
Dongfang Bubai did not actually let Yang Lianting hold night vigil before the door. Once Yang Lianting entered their room, he had just finished bathing.
His black hair was wet, looking very soft and smooth. He only wore a white brocade robe over his inner clothes, a section of his nearly translucent neck was revealed between the hair strands as black as raven feathers and the white lining of his robe. His slim shoulders drooped slightly, his figure covered by the white wide robe seemed too thin. Because he had just finished taking a bath, his face was slightly flushed red and shrouded behind a layer of humid water vapor. His usual stern indifference had disappeared and his whole body seemed supple. Quietly gazing at him, Yang Lianting’s heart softened.
“You… you sleep on the wooden chaise.”
“Yes, yes, this Subordinate heeds the Cult Master’s order.”
Yang Lianting simply agreed, it wasn’t like he was unwilling to sleep with Dongfang Bubai, he truly wanted to– His line of sight fell on the fair skin carelessly revealed under Dongfang Bubai’s open robe. His throat felt dry and hoarse, and his lower abdomen on fire, he thought, This is not the Sun Moon Holy Cult, and this person is so meek and lovely when we are alone together. Yang Lianting truly feared that he did not have enough resolve, but he would absolutely not be with Dongfang Bubai in this place.
He could only endure.
Dongfang Bubai saw Yang Linating’s changes in expression clearly with his own eyes and he no longer thought more. On the contrary, he could guess what Yang Lianting was thinking about currently so he curved his lips and loudly laughed.
Yang Lianting was stunned in an instant.
Dongfang Bubai rarely laughed like this without any burden, while it was brief, it sounded proud and powerful and let his face appear even more peerlessly beautiful, peerlessly clear and pure. He took a deep breath and cursed himself in his mind. In his past life, his heart must have been blinded by lard. He suppressed his urge to step forward, but his throat swallowed dryly and his eyes were unable to look away from the loose unlined outer garments covering him. After he recited a heart-clearing sutra a few times to calm down, Yang Lianting took a towel and stood behind him to help dry his hair and distract himself.
Dongfang’s hair was very long, and its quality was very good as well. Each strand of hair was black and silky smooth, touching his soft hair Yang Lianting felt his heart slowly calm down. His hand movements were meticulous and patient.
“If your hair isn’t dried, you’ll get a headache.”
“This Seat’s martial arts are exceptional, why should I worry about getting a headache?”
“That won’t do.” Yang Lianting shook his head in dispute, his hands not halting their movements, as if he were facing his most cherished treasure in this life, he smilingly said, “Such good hair can’t be casually ruined. I’ll help you dry your hair day after day, alright?”
Dongfang Bubai did not answer, but obviously enjoyed Yang Lianting’s careful tenderness toward him. He pursed his lips, sat quietly in a good mood and allowed Yang Lianting’s actions. I’ll never tell Yang Lianting that I can dry my hair with a little of my internal energy in an instant. In this life, no one had ever treated him so gently and patiently. Dongfang’s eyes fell into a daze and his lips silently curved into a slight soft smile.
The two of them were talking, when a pigeon suddenly cooed and landed on the windowsill. Dongfang Bubai stood up, walked to the window, stretched out his arm to let the pigeon fly on top.
Yang Lianting did not care for the pigeon, he silently looked on from the side. The Holy Cult had its own methods for sending secret letters. Now that Dongfang Bubai had followed him down the cliff, there were many cult affairs he obviously couldn’t take care of directly. It was natural that the Holy Cult would use this method to have him preside over the overall situation.
Dongfang Bubai removed the small letter tied to the pigeon’s leg and slowly unfolded it.
Not knowing what was mentioned in the letter Yang Lianting was about to ask him, when he noted Dongfang Bubai frowning, his expression turning stern and gloomy for an instant.
“Dongfang, what’s wrong?”
Hearing Yang Lianting ask Dongfang Bubai was taken aback then gently shook his head and lightly lowered his eyes.
In an instant, the letter in his palm turned to ashes.
“It’s nothing, just a few trivialities of the Holy Cult. No need to worry Lian di.”