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“A-Qiao.”
“…”
“A-Qiao~?”
“…”
“…”
Shen Qiao was reading a scroll that was on due that day in Xuandu Mountain, that he did not realize the voice of the person wearing dark-lavender robe that had been calling him over and over.
“A-Qiao.”
“…”
Oh. A-Qiao is in this focused state again…
Whenever Shen Qiao was focusing on something, sometimes he did become duller than usual. Even though his sense, instinct, and skill of martial arts never decreased; he was always on guard—ready to detect and encounter any precarious junctures that threatened; or the killing lust that was directed towards him.
Although, this only happened when a certain someone was besides him, perceiving with hot eyes and yet, a calming presence Shen Qiao knew he could trust.
Prideful of the lordly impact that he himself had made for his lover to be this relaxed only in front of him, Yan Wushi smiled to himself.
Seeing that Shen Qiao was still focused, Yan Wushi pouted while mumbling, “Even though this venerable one only becomes this warm-hearted in front of you, A-Qiao…”
Does this venerable one seems only like a fleeting lace for you, that you treat me the same with your forever love and kindness you gave to grasses, trees, and all humans?
Yan Wushi said with his very heavy yet provocative voice, a bit faint hint of coldness between, “Shen Qiao.”
Seeming to finally awakened from his too-fixed state, Shen Qiao finally raised his head.
“Sect leader Yan?”
Yan Wushi, sitting with crossed legs besides Shen Qiao, looked away.
“…?”
Shen Qiao, feeling that something was amiss as he was too focused on his own matters, inquired, “Sect leader Yan. What’s the matter?”
Yan Wushi raised his hands to his chin, as if observing something else and did not hear Shen Qiao’s calling.
“…”
Shen Qiao sighed softly, “I’m sorry, I was too preoccupied with the sect’s matters. Didn’t you call me just now? Please do tell this Daoist if you’re in need of something.”
“…”
“Sect leader Yan.”
“…”
“…”
Shen Qiao probed his head over to Yan Wushi, but he could not see nor read Yan Wushi’s expression.
“Yan Wushi.”
“…”
With seemingly a bit flushed cheeks, Shen Qiao called out, “Yan-lang.”
“…”
Yan Wushi indeed turn his head back.
Shen Qiao raised his hands to hug Yan Wushi, “Please, do forgive this humble self. Even though I’m not like this usually… but whenever I am with you, I feel relaxed. I feel that my surrounding is safe, the world around me is unapproachable with danger—as long as you are by my side. It is really not my intention to ignore you…”
“…”
Yan Wushi pouted his cheeks and filled one side with air.
Shen Qiao chuckled, “What’s with you?”
He reached out to poke Yan Wushi’s cheek to let the air out, and pop. The air really came out from Yan Wushi’s mouth.
Still giggling, Shen Qiao suddenly lost his balance as Yan Wushi pinned him down. The table shook from the shock, and Shen Qiao’s smile was frozen.
Yan Wushi said, “So cruel, A-Qiao… I have called you several times affectionately with your close nickname since the very first time I met you, yet you only responded when I call you by ‘Shen Qiao’. Do you actually… like it when this venerable one’s sadistic side comes out like this?”
Shen Qiao coughed lightly with flushed cheeks, “Y-Yan-lang, please, cease this nonsense…It’s still broad daylight—”
Yan Wushi suddenly closed his distance with Shen Qiao, “Shen-lang.”
Shen Qiao was a bit overwhelmed by the distance despite the more intimate acts they had done previously, and he gulped.
“Now that you have regained your focus, you have the time to entertain this venerable wife of yours, correct?”
Yan Wushi did not let Shen Qiao came up with an answer as he immediately shut him up with his own lips.
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