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At this point Shang Qinghua thinks fate is a silly little person who likes to play silly little tricks on him. Like it stands in a corner and laughs everytime Shang Qinghua's life goes to shit at the most inconvenient of the moments.
Well if it is actually true and not just a figment of Shang Qinghua's overworked mind then he would like to have a private word with fate and personally deliver a well deserved slap or two because how in the fucking hell did he loose his most important scroll right before an important as fuck cultivators' meeting.
No no no! It has to be somewhere here. Yue Qingyuan will have his head! Not his head maybe but Shang Qinghua has been through this situation enough times to know that its not going to be very pleasant and a person named Shen Qingqiu is going to have too much fun at his expense.
He goes through the scrolls on his desk for the tenth time just to make sure it automatically didn't appear there in the last hour or so of his desparate finding.
He has started to sweat because of all the work and his ratty tank top sticks to him uncomfortably in some places .Shang Qinghua can't help but lament that he has gotten a little too comfortable with the North's freezing temperatures. His body just can't cope with the even slightest bit of heat now- the reason he decided to cut a perfectly fine under shirt and trousers in the first place to make something comfortable to work in for his An ding trips.
Shen Qingqiu had laughed a solid minute after witnessing him in his DIY tank top and shorts but Shen Qingqiu isn't the one furiously working on a sky high piles of scrolls at the last minute in God damned candle light so Shang Qinghua payed him no attention.
He stops his hunting quest for a second, stands in the middle of the room and lets out a frustrated scream. He's this close to pulling his hair out but a scream would do at the moment so he tries to let out as much frustration as possible with one single scream, covering his own ears meanwhile.
He realizes the drop in the temperature a second too late, goosebumps arising on his skin because of the telltale coldness that follows Mobei Jun around.
Shang Qinghua's scream trails off into a yelp as he turns around to face a spooked out Mobei Jun. Shang Qinghua has his hands on his mouth staring at the other with wide eyes while Mobei Jun is looking back at him with even wider eyes.
Wait. Shang Qinghua gasps as he realizes that this is the most amount of expressions he has seen on the ice king since he met him. Except anger maybe. That one he has seen too often but damn. Mobei Jun actually looks surprised right now and his cheeks are a little too blue? A darkish hue to them that Shang Qinghua has never seen before.
Fuck! Did Shang Qinghua break him with his blood curdling scream?
"My king?" he asks out tentatively so as not to spook out the other who seems to be in a frozen state.
"Qinghua?"
"My king?"
"Qinghua."
Shang Qinghua contemplates pinching Mobie Jun to bring him back but he loves his head on his shoulders so he doesn't.
An involuntary shiver runs through his body and he's suddenly aware of the cool temperature and his; half naked body!? A rush of panic runs through him as he almost makes a run to find his robe to cover himself up with like a sweet little maiden when he remembers: Mobei Jun is a demon. Demons don't give two fucks about nudity.
Infact, he wouldn't have batted an eye on his clothing if he was back in the real world
The cultivation world has made him too sensitive about chastity and whatnot since everyone is always dressed from head to toe and cultivators have a pretty fragile code of conduct anyways. Maybe he doesn't have to be so careful in the company of Mobei Jun.
Which- brings him back to his current predicament of a stupefied Mobei Jun who should not be here in the first place because as far as Shang Qinghua remembers he also had an important meeting with Binghe. So something had definitely gone wrong for Mobie Jun to be here.
Shang Qinghua can't get a single moment of rest can he?