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That night, Lou Yu had another dream.
In the dream, he said to Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, your father has agreed to let you marry me. What more do you have to say? Forget about Pei Guanjing; everything he can give you, I can give you too, and even the things he cannot."
Ye Chen seemed unconcerned, his fingertips lightly brushing the tips of his raven-black hair that fell loosely. His snow-like skin glimmered with a pearlescent sheen under the moonlight. He turned around with a smile, revealing a wrist as fair as frost and snow peeking out from his flowing sleeves. "What can you give me? Can you provide me with the throne, with that exalted position?"
Lou Yu pondered for a moment before quickly responding, "Yes, as long as you don’t leave me, I can promise you everything."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen suddenly turned back, his snowy white fingertips gliding along Lou Yu's taut jawline, his eyes sparkling like water when he raised an eyebrow.
He smiled gently at him, his voice sweet like honey. "Really?" As he spoke, he stepped forward into the moonlight, the jade pendant at his waist chiming softly. "You’re not as clever as Pei Guanjing, nor do you have his power..."
In the next moment, his delicate hand lightly pressed against Lou Yu's chest. "And you're certainly not as handsome as him. What gives you the right to say that? Are you trying to deceive me?"
Suddenly, Ye Chen stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his ear. The warmth of his breath brushed against Lou Yu's neck, and he could clearly see the red string hanging around Ye Chen's neck. That vibrant red resembled Ye Chen's moist lips as they parted slightly while saying "You’re not as good as him," shimmering with an alluring glow.
Lou Yu could no longer hold back and grasped his shoulder firmly, while Ye Chen merely raised an eyebrow, allowing his flowing sleeves to slide down his smooth shoulder.
He tilted his swan-like neck back gracefully, and in his doe-like eyes tinged with red, a layer of mist appeared. His thick eyelashes cast butterfly-shaped shadows beneath his eyes, as if silently inviting something.
"Ye Chen, give me time. I can seize this world for us; when that time comes, I will give you whatever you desire. Will you trust me?" Lou Yu's voice had turned hoarse, his gaze fixated on Ye Chen’s garment fluttering in the night breeze and the glimpse of collarbones shimmering like mother-of-pearl.
Ye Chen suddenly let out a light laugh and slipped away from his embrace like a nimble white snake.
In the snowy light, his clothes danced under the moonlight, revealing the faintly visible red ties of a bellyband at his waist. He turned away from Lou Yu with a soft laugh. "Look at that; he's trying to deceive me again."
As the words fell, the phantom of Pei Guanjing emerged behind Ye Chen.
The figure, dressed in a moon-white long robe untouched by dust, had a jade buckle at his waist that echoed the jade pendant of Ye Chen.
Lou Yu's pupils constricted sharply as he saw Ye Chen suddenly reach out to caress the phantom's collar, his fingertips drawing gentle circles over Pei Guanjing's heart. "Or should I say... do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"
Lou Yu's rationality shattered completely the moment he witnessed Ye Chen's fingertip movement.
He strode forward, his iron-like hand gripping Ye Chen's delicate wrist, pulling him into an embrace that rendered him immobile.
The faint scent of cedar from Ye Chen's hair lingered at his nose. He lowered his head and captured those enticing red lips that had bewitched him for half a lifetime, tasting the mingling of iron and sweetness reminiscent of Haitang Fragrance—Ye Chen's lips were softer than he had imagined.
Ye Chen let out a muffled sound from the impact, his doe-like eyes widening in shock. His hands instinctively began to pound against Lou Yu's back, but as the kiss deepened, his strength gradually faded. His fingertips unconsciously clutched at Lou Yu's collar, the fabric embroidered with gold thread shimmering in the moonlight.
Feeling the warmth radiating from the person in his arms, Lou Yu suddenly lifted Ye Chen and strode toward the dimly lit soft couch.
"Ye Chen, you are mine," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Even if your heart holds Pei Guanjing, I will embed you into my very bones." By the end of his words, his kisses turned fierce.
Amidst the passionate kiss, Ye Chen let out intermittent whimpers, his pale fingertips digging deeply into Lou Yu's nape. His dazed gaze suddenly swept over the phantom of Pei Guanjing in the void, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.
That smile transformed in Lou Yu's eyes into a more frenzied claim.
When Lou Yu finally released him, Ye Chen slumped against him, his eyes glistening with a hint of red like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom. He raised a hand to touch his swollen lips, fingertips glistening with their mingled essence.
As Lou Yu thought he was about to cry, he suddenly heard a light laugh. Ye Chen's fingertips glided slowly down Lou Yu's jawline. "Lou Heir Apparent," he said, "what do you think Pei Guanjing would say if I went to find him right now, looking at you like this?"
Lou Yu's pupils constricted as he watched the glimmer of Ye Chen's fingertips dance in the moonlight. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit down on that mischievous finger. His voice, laced with desire, came out muffled, "You dare."
Ye Chen only laughed more joyfully, the hairpin in his hair jingling with his movements. He leaned closer to Lou Yu's ear and whispered, "Guess why I always mention him in your dreams?"
Lou Yu's pupils trembled as he gripped Ye Chen's hand tighter. He lowered his voice and said, "Ye Chen, you are mine. You are mine; you cannot escape."
Lou Yu lay on the bed, seemingly restless in his sleep, tossing and turning without waking.
Beside him, Lou Yan looked at the burning incense, covering her nose with a handkerchief as she quietly observed him.
When she heard him murmur Ye Chen's name, Lou Yan's pupils shrank in disbelief. She slowly approached and sat by his bedside, reaching out to smooth the stray hair by his ear.
The incense from the Western regions was intoxicating, captivating the heart and stirring deep desires and fears. It had been brought to her by a foreign monk who sought something from her in her fiefdom. She never expected it would be used on Lou Yu. What astonished her most was that her foolish brother's weakness was indeed Liu Chen.
The fragrant smoke wafted through the air, drifting into Lou Yu's dreams.
"Silly brother," Lou Yan whispered softly, "in this dreamlike existence, who is truly dreaming—are you in the dream or am I caught in the web?"
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