With a pair of crimson-red eyes, Yu Qinghan wore a blank expression that seemed coated in a thick layer of frost, feeling even colder than the ice and snow of deep winter.
His white serpentine tail coiled around Wen Xu’s slender waist, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he slithered wordlessly toward the bed, then unhesitatingly tossed the boy right onto it.
This bed was far softer and more comfortable than the one in Wen Xu’s own room. Sinking into the pale gold expanse of the large bed, the tiny figure took a moment to register what had happened before instantly curling his legs up and scrambling frantically backward.
Yu Qinghan reached out directly to grab that slender, white ankle. The icy-cool contact made Wen Xu shiver and shrink his shoulders back, his pretty, oversized eyes gradually brimming with watery mist. They shimmered with a watery sheen, looking thoroughly pitiful and heart-wrenching.
It was a pity that Yu Qinghan possessed no emotions whatsoever at the moment. Snakes were creatures born naturally cold and unfeeling, let alone a snake that had lost its autonomous consciousness.
Crawling slowly onto the bed, Yu Qinghan wedged his serpentine tail between Wen Xu’s legs, looming over him from above like a towering predator.
The oppressive pressure radiating from those chilling red eyes was immense. Shivering uncontrollably with fright, Wen Xu stammered out in a trembling voice: “M-Master, get a grip! I’m your disciple, Wen Xu!”
As though entirely failing to comprehend those words, Yu Qinghan leaned straight down, sealed off that slightly flushed pair of lips, and plundered them with forceful intensity.
Wen Xu felt both his mind and his tongue go completely numb, leaving his brain blank and entirely short-circuited as he sat there in a daze of utter incomprehension.
Yu Qinghan was actually forcefully kissing him?! What kind of terrifying, horrific plot development was this?!
Had he known something like this would happen, he never would have come to Feiyu Palace today, but saying anything now was already far too late.
Frail, soft, and delicate, Wen Xu was no match for Yu Qinghan whatsoever, leaving him with virtually zero capacity for resistance.
Moreover, a shuang’er’s body was inherently more sensitive than an ordinary person’s, leaving Wen Xu feeling agonizingly overwhelmed by a completely unfamiliar and bizarre sensation.
A short while later, Yu Qinghan finally released Wen Xu, who was on the verge of suffocation. Lapping his thin lips with his scarlet tongue, his red eyes stared fixedly at that white neck before exposing two sharp, pointed fangs.
Wen Xu suddenly developed an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, withdrawing his hand from inside Wen Xu’s clothing, Yu Qinghan used his left hand to press down on the boy’s shoulder while his right hand steadied his head, lowered his gaze, and sank his teeth straight into his neck.
“Ah!”
Pierced by a sharp wave of agony, Wen Xu let out a piercing shriek. Tears instantly burst uncontrollably from his eyes, soaking his small face in a flooded mess of crying.
He sobbed and pleaded through his choked voice, begging Yu Qinghan to let him go, yet it proved entirely useless as the man continued to keep his teeth firmly clamped into his neck without loosening his bite.
Agonized beyond endurance, Wen Xu’s palm-sized face scrunched up into a tight ball until he finally lost consciousness from the overwhelming pain and passed out cold.
“Murong Wenyu!”
Midday napping, Murong Wenyu suddenly heard someone shouting his name at the top of their lungs, and before he even had time to react, his bedroom door was violently kicked open.
Opening his eyes instantly, he sat bolt upright on the bed, only to find Yu Qinghan standing before him with a frosty expression and terrifying eyes.
Murong Wenyu possessed a fierce temper upon being woken from sleep. Having his dreams abruptly interrupted sent his anger skyrocketing, and just as he opened his mouth to start cursing out loud, he caught sight of the person Yu Qinghan was cradling in his arms.
“This is… Wen Xu? What on earth happened? Why are his clothes in such disarray, and why is his face as pale as a corpse?”
Guided by a physician’s benevolent heart, Murong Wenyu’s anger instantly evaporated as he scrambled out of bed.
While he was speaking, Yu Qinghan had already placed the unconscious Wen Xu down onto the outer daybed, speaking in an icy-cold tone: “He was bitten on the neck by me and passed out come take a look at him immediately!”
“What?” Murong Wenyu froze for a moment, then hurried over to inspect Wen Xu’s condition, immediately spotting two distinct red pinpricks on that fair neck. “This is… bitten while you were in your serpentine form?”
Yu Qinghan nodded. “Never mind that for now. Just check if Wen Xu is alright. I’ve already sucked out all the venomous blood.”
Without wasting further breath, Murong Wenyu immediately examined Wen Xu’s physical condition while administering treatment.
Throughout the entire process, Yu Qinghan stood rigidly by the side with a freezing, lifeless expression, looking utterly detached, though the deep crease between his knitted brows completely betrayed his inner turmoil.
Yu Qinghan was worried sick about Wen Xu.