The soft and cold touch spread on the lips, and Qi Yan's watery eyes reflected Xizhao's handsome face in confusion.
Gently twisting, Xizhao fixed the back of Qi Yan's head, kissing lightly and carefully, without any hint of emotion.
—Why were they kissed? It was obviously two men, right
With tears in his eyes, Qi Yan pushed Xizhao away with trembling hands.
"Why did you kiss me..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of loneliness: "Aren't you and I both men?"
Xizhao lowered his eyes, looking at Qi Yan's extremely disappointed look with the soft light of the moonlight, and said lightly: "So what."
"How can men and men be accepted by the world..." Qi Yan continued to complain: "My brother said, let me give up..."
"Giving up what?"
"..." Let me give up my feelings for you, let me not like you or care about you...
Qi Yan raised his eyes, looked at Xizhao's indifferent expression, opened his mouth, but failed to say what he wanted to say.
-Maybe he doesn't care. Since you don't care, what's the use of saying it... In fact, you are the only one who is troubled.
"Stop treating me like this." Qi Yan lifted the quilt and pretended to get off the ground: "This will only make me more and more troubled."
Xizhao's eyes were still indifferent, looking at Qi Yan's sad and lonely look, he sighed and stretched out his hand to push him back to the bed.
"You're drunk. I'll pretend I haven't heard what you said today."
Covering him with the quilt, Xizhao turned around, just as the maid brought sobering soup. Xizhao took the soup bowl and spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and put it to Qi Yan's mouth: "After drinking the sobering soup, the headache will go away."
Qi Yan opened his mouth blankly and drank the hangover soup.
Qi Yan couldn't taste the taste of this sobering soup at all. His whole heart was focused on such a gentle Xizhao, and he couldn't extricate himself.
Even if it was a dream or illusion, it would be better if he was immersed in this moment forever and could not wake up.
"Are you serious..." Qi Yan suddenly asked, his voice a little hoarse: "Can I touch you?"
Xizhao knew that he was drunk and didn't know what was going on in his mind... But such a prayer made him unable to refuse and made him feel even more distressed.
Holding his hand outside the quilt, Xizhao sighed softly: "Do you feel it?"
The next second, tears from the corners of Qi Yan's eyes slid down his cheeks: "It's true..."
"Why are you crying?" Xizhao reached out to wipe his tears: "If I were here, how could I be fake?"
Qi Yan held his other hand tightly and wouldn't let go. Xizhao had no choice but to stay with him like this until he fell asleep slowly, his even breathing rising and falling, as light as a child's.
Xizhao looked at his cheek, a trace of complexity and entanglement flashed in his eyes. For the first time, I was confused as to whether I should be an enemy of the Demonic Cult.
The blood feud has not yet been avenged, how can he be worthy of his parents who are so miserable? The former leader was cold-blooded and ruthless, murderous, and even slaughtered his entire family for the sake of the lost secret book! How can we not avenge such a great hatred
Taking back the hand held by Qi Yan, Xizhao sighed and pinched his eyebrows, his forehead swollen.
Early the next morning, Qi Yan opened his eyes dizzily. He had a terrible headache. He frowned and sat up. Qi Yan looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar place and felt at a loss for a moment.
After a while, when Qi Yan could see where he was, Xizhao had already pushed the door open and entered.
"Are you awake?" The cold words suddenly sounded, and Qi Yan quickly looked over.
Looking at Xizhao, Qi Yan pursed his lips: "Well... why am I here?"
"You were drunk last night." Xizhao waved his sleeves and sat on the wooden chair: "Wash up quickly and come over for breakfast."
As soon as he finished speaking, a row of maids walked in from the door, carrying breakfast in their hands. After placing them neatly on the table, they left silently.
The maids of the Wulin Alliance seem to be like this, unwilling to speak and just doing things silently. Because of the silence, Qi Yan mistakenly thought several times that there were no maids in the martial arts alliance.
After putting on his clothes and washing up, Qi Yan sat down next to Xizhao and made no move in front of the table full of food.
He was sitting in this position before, and it seemed that he had not changed.
Xizhao picked up the chopsticks, added a piece of almond cake and put it on his plate.
Qi Yan looked at the delicious almond cake without any appetite.
"Why don't you eat?" Xizhao's cold voice sounded.
Qi Yan pursed his lips: "Thank you for last night.
Xizhao put down his chopsticks and looked at him, as if waiting for his next words.
After meeting his gaze for a moment, Qi Yan quickly looked away: "I must have caused you a lot of trouble."
"It's caused a lot of trouble."
Qi Yan's face turned red and he looked embarrassed: "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. I was drunk last night and can't remember anything..."
"Um."
"...Why are you so calm?"
"What do you want from me?"
Qi Yan shouted loudly, as if to cover up his embarrassment; "How about I do something to repay your favor!"
Xizhao picked up the chopsticks again and started eating: "Whatever you want."
Qi Yan lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating his breakfast.
The sun was not shining that day, and the white clouds made it look soft. The sky is blue, and even if you stand under the bright sun, you won't feel dazzling or hot.
After breakfast, Qi Yan thought of finding a reason to leave... After all, although he was sulky and went to drink last night, he really had no memory of what happened after he was drunk!
Looking at Xizhao's calm expression, Qi Yan was sure that he had done something ridiculous!
Instead of staying here in embarrassment, it is better to leave first and wait until you are free to express your feelings later.
"You want to leave?"
Regarding Qi Yan's farewell, there was a hint of strangeness in Xizhao's tone.
Qi Yan was also made extremely uncomfortable by this, and said: "I want to leave, isn't it normal?"
"Yes, it is indeed normal." Xizhao nodded, picked up the pen, and continued to do his own thing.
Qi Yan stood there for a long time, feeling even more embarrassed.
—So do you agree or not? Whatever you write, hurry up and read it!
"It seems you are very busy, I'll take my leave first..."
"Wait a minute." Xizhao suddenly stopped him and took out a good envelope from under the desk: "Give this to the blood evil spirit."
Qi Yan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Did you write a letter to the Blood Demon?"
"Just leave it to him." Xizhao put the letter on the desk and had no intention of continuing.
Qi Yan was silent for a long time, picked up the envelope, and left the study.
—The leader of the Wulin Alliance wrote a letter to the leader of the Demon Cult, and asked the Demon Cult Protector to take it back to the Demon Cult leader... Is the current world so peaceful and happy
On the way back to the Demon Sect, Qi Yan thought silently.
However, since it was Xizhao's request, he would help do it.