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Buzhou Mountain, Yunze Cave.
In the brightly lit room, Ye Chuanze casually wore a black long shirt, reclining on the soft couch. His long black hair was loosely tied up with a hairpin, and the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing clear bruises on his exposed skin. He lay sideways, resting his head on his arm, eyes closed in a feigned sleep, looking weary. Even in his dreams, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but frown, his expression displeased.
Beast! Ye Chuanze couldn't help but curse inwardly; it was simply unbearable!
Last night, when Ye Chuanze expressed his desire to leave Purple Cloud Palace and return to Yunze Cave, Hongjun showed no visible change in expression and nodded in acknowledgment. It made sense; he had stayed at Purple Cloud Palace for several months this time, spending every day with Hongjun. Both of them had their needs satisfied. A brief separation was still acceptable.
By evening, after rolling around in bed with Hongjun for a while, Ye Chuanze leaned against Hongjun's embrace, panting and gripping his back. During their earlier passion, Ye Chuanze had left several scratches on Hongjun's back with his fingers; he hadn't held back at all. Remembering this, he gently stroked the area where he had scratched him, his touch tender and filled with a hint of regret.
"Does it hurt? It's all my fault for being too rough," Ye Chuanze asked softly.
"It doesn't hurt," Hongjun replied in a hoarse voice, laced with post-coital sensuality and satisfaction.
"Don't lie; I know very well the wounds I caused myself. It bled and you say it doesn't hurt?" Ye Chuanze retorted but quickly changed the subject: "But it's also your fault; you made me... too intense. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been unable to resist grabbing you."
"Hehe." Hearing this, Hongjun chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Next time I'll let you grab me; I like hearing you scream my name."
"...Get lost!"
Ye Chuanze nestled against him, burying his head in Hongjun's chest and muttered under his breath, "You old lecher."
Hongjun reached out to ruffle his hair but said nothing.
"In a few days it's Fuxi and Nuwa's birthday. What do you think I should give them as gifts?" Ye Chuanze asked and continued, "I have a good relationship with both Fuxi and Nuwa; Fuxi is my closest friend. The gift I give must not be trivial. I've thought for a long time but still don't know what would be good."
"Do you have any ideas, Master?" Ye Chuanze inquired.
The person holding him suddenly fell silent. After waiting for a while without hearing him speak, Ye Chuanze looked at him curiously and met Hongjun's indifferent gaze. He sensed that Hongjun's mood had cooled down at that moment and couldn't help but feel surprised; just a moment ago, Hongjun had been in high spirits! How could he suddenly look so cold? This kind of situation had never happened before. When they were in bed together, he was especially gentle; even his usually expressionless face softened considerably during those times. He was the easiest to talk to then and would patiently answer all of Ye Chuanze's questions instead of acting mysterious as he usually did.
It was the first time in his life that things had suddenly turned so cold. Ye Chuanze couldn't help but mutter to himself, recalling what he had just said, and he didn't see anything wrong with it! He really didn't know where he had hit a nerve.
"If you don't want to talk, then forget it," Ye Chuanze said.
"Did you go back to Buzhou Mountain just to celebrate Fuxi's birthday?" Hongjun suddenly asked.
"...Yes," Ye Chuanze hesitated before replying, instantly realizing why Hongjun was angry. What a jealous man!
"I am friends with Fuxi and Nüwa. Naturally, I cannot miss their birthday celebrations. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't want to leave at all! Spending time with you in Purple Cloud Palace, enjoying flowers and wine together, is truly a joy in my life," Ye Chuanze explained subtly, implying that he also didn't want to part with Hongjun, but he had to attend Fuxi and Nüwa's birthday celebrations, so there was no need for jealousy.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chuanze felt Hongjun's arms tighten around him even more. The strong arms wrapped around his waist were squeezing tightly—he felt like his waist might break! The temperature around Hongjun dropped sharply, and he began emanating cold air. Ye Chuanze couldn't help but feel a toothache; it seemed his words had backfired, making Hongjun even more jealous.
Ye Chuanze often pointed fingers at others with a cold and noble demeanor, calling someone an idiot or questioning their intelligence or emotional intelligence. Little did he know that his own emotional intelligence wasn't much better. What he had just said could be interpreted as wanting to be with Hongjun day and night but having to leave him behind for the sake of celebrating Fuxi and Nüwa's birthdays.
Moreover, Hongjun automatically blocked out Nüwa's existence. Therefore, what Ye Chuanze said sounded to Hongjun like this: "To celebrate Fuxi's birthday, I have decided to abandon you." Given Hongjun's strong possessiveness, it was no surprise that he was angry.
"Master... Did you misunderstand something?" Ye Chuanze said, trying to salvage their precarious relationship.
But Hongjun wouldn't give him a chance to save it; he flipped over and pinned Ye Chuanze beneath him.
"..." Ye Chuanze.
"Master, you really misunderstood! My relationship with Fuxi is not what you think..."
Hongjun didn't give him a chance to continue speaking; he lowered his head and sealed Ye Chuanze's lips with a fierce kiss, biting down on them in anger. Clearly, his mood was not good at all, especially after hearing Ye Chuanze's increasingly dark words.
"..." Tears of sadness were about to flow from Ye Chuanze's eyes. He regretted saying those words the moment they left his mouth; it only made things worse—there was no way to wash away the stain!
In a moment of panic and urgency, Ye Chuanze's emotional intelligence declared itself dead without any chance of rescue.
Hongjun's kiss, filled with anger, was different from his usual tenderness; it felt forceful and wild. He kissed Ye Chuanze fiercely, biting down hard on his lips. With an unyielding force that left no room for rejection, he pried open Ye Chuanze's mouth and pushed his tongue inside, ruthlessly sweeping through every corner of his mouth. Hongjun's tongue licked every part of Ye Chuanze's mouth, even pushing deep into his throat.
Ye Chuanze I just felt that he was about to suffocate. His legs bent unconsciously, he took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand with all his strength to add a few more red marks on Hongjun's back. This showed his protest, but his protest was quickly suppressed. Hongjun As if to punish his protest, one hand pinched the nipple on his chest hard. Ye Chuanze My waist suddenly became weak, and my whole body fell into the soft bed, feeling limp and weak. The slender and white legs rested straight on the red bed sheets, full of seductive beauty. Hongjun Turned over and covered him, two strong and powerful legs squeezed between his legs. Their thighs were close together, causing the already hot temperature to rise several degrees in an instant. Hongjun took a strong sip of Ye Chuanze's tongue before ending the long and rough kiss. The two people's lips separated from each other, pulling up the ambiguous silver thread. Ye Chuanze He raised his head and gasped for air, his eyes were blank, his face was flushed, and there was clear liquid flowing out of the corners of his lips. Hongjun Seeing this beautiful scenery, his eyes flashed slightly, he lowered his head and licked the silver thread from the corners of his lips ambiguously. "Master..." Ye Chuanze gasped and shouted, and then a moment later, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he shouted sternly: "Hongjun! You...stop!" Hongjun pulled his hands away directly One leg, he squeezed in without any foreplay, his movements were brutal and rough. The initial pain of being invaded made Ye Chuanze unable to help crying out in pain, and then he became furious. "Damn it...I won't do it anymore! Get out! Wipe it off!" Ye Chuanze cursed loudly. The person on top of him was not affected at all, and twitched regularly again and again. "Um...ah! Hongjun, you...you have the ability, don't stop if you have the ability, oh...you have the ability, don't stop!!" Ye Chuanze said stiffly, even if it is comfortable. Even his toes were curled up, and he was still cursing in his mouth. Hongjun It really didn’t stop as he said, even that whole night. So Ye Chuanze was tossed and turned by him all night, and he wouldn't let him go until daybreak. Even if they were messing around in the past, when it was bright, they would make a truce and go to sleep with each other's arms around each other. But this time, Hongjun didn't care about the morning, still hugging him, kissing his hair, and doing it tirelessly on him. If the person who had been fucked all night was not him, he would have to admire Hongjun's good physical strength. At the beginning, Ye Chuanze was extremely reluctant to do anything with Hongjun. Before that, they had done it several times. Ye Chuanze is not a person who indulges in lust. On the contrary, he is a very rational and restrained person. Love|Desire is a normal human physical need, and he does not reject it, so he and Hongjun are very open-minded about love affairs without any scruples. They do it almost every day when they are together. However, his rationality and always rigorous and restrained character allow him to have a very clear understanding of love affairs, and he will never indulge himself in it. Such a ridiculous night without rest is something he never dared to think about before. Things, even daytime prostitution. This is also why he reacted so strongly and resisted at first. But soon, he was aroused by Hongjun. My body, which had just ended several love affairs, was already very sensitive. What's more, Hongjun still teased him so fiercely and tried every means. Ye Chuanze is a normal man with strong physiological needs, so he naturally started to have feelings for him. Ye Chuanze has always been honest in obeying his own feelings|desires|desires, so after a few symbolic resistances, he resigned himself to his fate and indulged in it. He warmly catered to his handsome and charming lover, making love on the red sheets. The two kissed passionately, as if they were using up all their strength. It seems that he has abandoned all his usual reason and discipline, and is desperate to fight against love. The last time he ejaculated, he was obviously doing such a happy thing, but his brows were tightly knitted together, and his handsome and noble face was stained with worldly desire. Ye Chuanze Enduring the waves of screaming pleasure coming from the body, he chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to smooth his brow, and gasped, "Can't you be happy?" HongjunAfter listening , in response he lowered his head and bit him hard on the shoulder.
"Mm-hmm!" Ye Chuanze let out a muffled sound.
"From now on, don't mention that man again," Hongjun said with a sigh.
"Well... that might be a bit difficult," Ye Chuanze replied awkwardly. "Master, although I really don't want to break this wonderful atmosphere, it's wrong to deceive oneself."
As a result of this statement, he was once again pinned down by Hongjun in a rather forceful manner.
By noon, the two finally dressed neatly and came out of the room.
Strangely enough, Yaochi, who usually kept the room tidy, was nowhere to be seen that day—perhaps she was slacking off!
That afternoon, as soon as he stepped out of the door, Ye Chuanze almost couldn't wait to return to Buzhou Mountain, feeling as if he were fleeing. He felt sore all over, especially in a certain hidden area that felt as if it might break. He lay weakly on the soft couch to recuperate.
Lying on the soft couch with his eyes closed in a light doze, Ye Chuanze's long black hair fell beside his ears. He looked quite weary, yet the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up. It was truly unexpected that someone like Hongjun would also indulge in such behavior during the day—once again crossing a line! For some reason, Ye Chuanze felt a sense of superiority rising within him.
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