His wife was being bullied by someone else, so why hadn’t the “main event” arrived yet? He couldn’t just let Fu Shen keep kissing him. What would that make him? How was that any different from a tyrant forcing himself on an innocent young man?
Fu Shen was completely unaware of Yu Li’s petty inner thoughts. He carefully cradled the fair, slender fingers and raised his eyes. His gentle pupils reflected the young man who was maintaining a cold, beautiful expression. With warm lips, he lightly touched the skin.
A delicate, sweet sensation radiated through him. It was so fragrant and sweet that it made one want to pull the finger into one’s mouth, using the tongue to soften and lick the remarkably tender flesh. Fu Shen used immense self-restraint to suppress his impulses.
At this moment, his gentle, elegant face was dyed with a different shade, his eye corners flushed a passionate pink from the rising desire.
He lightly moved from the base of Yu Li’s slender fingertips, turning and rolling his lips against them.
It was incredibly strange. He looked nothing like a victim being bullied, but rather like someone whose long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled.
A triumphant smile played on the corners of Fu Shen’s mouth. While he spoke words of resistance, as if to echo the demands Yu Li had made, he also acted on the condition that if he was going to talk to Yu Li, he had to kneel on the ground, and for every sentence he spoke, he had to offer a kiss.
And so, for every sentence Fu Shen spoke, he truly did offer a kiss.
Fu Shen played the part of a young lady being forced by a hooligan so well that his eyes even turned red with aggravated indignation.
“Li Li, is it like this? Am I doing it right?” Fu Shen said, his lashes lowered. His gentle, cold face wore an expression of forced restraint as he gave him another kiss.
The name “Li Li” rolled around in the man’s mouth with a deep, ambiguous, and indescribable meaning. He gave him another kiss.
“It is a little tiring to kiss after every sentence,” Fu Shen said in a pitiful, aggrieved tone, which did not stop him from planting yet another kiss.
He would speak a sentence, kiss once, then speak again, and kiss again.
Yu Li’s hand was already red from the kissing. The man’s lips were hot and burning, and each touch brought a tickling sensation.
He blinked his eyes, his thick, dark lashes trembling. He felt terribly uncomfortable from the eager yet gentle kisses, and his eyes welled up with a thin film of tears. However, looking at Fu Shen, who seemed to be struggling with repressed anger and whose eyes were red from being teased, any remaining suspicion vanished. Too focused on the sensation to mind the discomfort, Yu Li triumphantly raised his chin.
Yu Li had originally only intended for him to kneel and kiss once, but the protagonist shou had decided to look for trouble on his own. Since that was the case, Yu Li did not mind being even meaner. With his tail figuratively wagging in the air, he raised his voice, adopting a smug posture.
“That is exactly how it should be. From now on, whenever you say a sentence, you must kneel on the ground and kiss me.”
Seeing Fu Shen looking at him with red-rimmed eyes, Yu Li was confused as to why his villain value had not increased, but that did not stop him from acting fierce. “Did you hear me!”
The beautiful ancient human was delightfully naive and foolish; this kind of tormenting was no different from acting spoiled.
With a hint of mockery, Fu Shen kissed him again. The corners of his eyes flushed a deep pink, and his gaze held an obscure depth.
“I heard you,” Fu Shen replied. “From now on, whenever Li Li bathes, I will serve you by drying your hair and feet. I will kneel on the ground to serve you, and whenever I speak to you, I will kneel and kiss you after every sentence.”
Fu Shen deliberately emphasized the word “serve.” Coming from him, it carried a provocative undertone, but the flirtatious glance was destined for an oblivious target.
Yu Li was quite satisfied with Fu Shen’s sycophantic words and was just about to say something.
At that exact moment, the sound of footsteps echoed as someone descended the stairs, and the system spoke up.
[Qin Xie is here.]
Yu Li looked over and, in an instant, met a pair of pitch-black eyes.
The man stood on the staircase. Perhaps because he had been helping Yu Li wash up, his clothes were soaked through. He had changed into a dark-toned long bathrobe, which contrasted sharply with the milky white of the young man’s clothes, making them look almost like a matching couple’s set.
It was impossible to discern the emotion in Qin Xie’s eyes, but he was likely angry. Yu Li had Fu Shen under his feet, while Qin Xie, standing not far away, looked like a spouse who had just caught their partner cheating.
Qin Xie’s descent was agonizingly slow. His tall, broad figure stopped a few steps away from Yu Li. The man’s gaze first fell on the young man’s wet lash roots, his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and finally his mouth, which was stained a watery pink. As his gaze drifted downward, it settled on Yu Li’s fair, slender fingers.
More accurately, it settled on the fingertips, flesh, and knuckles that had been kissed red and swollen by Fu Shen. His eyes turned sharply colder.
Fu Shen seemed to notice something and shot back a provocative glance. A nameless fury rose in Qin Xie’s heart, yet he found it impossible to articulate.
Yu Li felt the cold gaze and saw Qin Xie looking him up and down, ultimately fixing his eyes on the pitiful-looking, bullied Fu Shen.
Afraid of a double-teaming, Yu Li hurriedly asked the system in his mind. Upon learning that there was no plotline involving him being beaten, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
Yu Li had made up his mind: a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. As long as Qin Xie showed any intention of being fierce or hitting him, he would immediately run to his bedroom to act out, smash things, and pretend to cry. By tomorrow, he would return to his usual routine of being a troublesome, chaotic character.
Qin Xie spoke coldly, his gaze still fixed on Fu Shen. “Let go.”
Fu Shen retracted his sycophantic posture toward the beautiful ancient human. He stood up, brushed the dust off his body with an air of nonchalance, and then revealed a harmless smile. “You must be Qin Xie, Brother Qin, the one protecting Li Li, right?”
Qin Xie clearly did not fall for this attempt at closeness. Ignoring him entirely, he said, “You are just a cook sent from above to prepare food. Who gave you permission to act on your own and approach the ancient human?”
“Or perhaps, you are a Vile Insect disguised as a New Human to steal ancient human genes?” Qin Xie’s tone grew increasingly sharp and biting. He stepped closer, killing intent emerging in his black eyes, and said with hidden meaning, “Vile Insects can be executed in public, you know.”
Watching the two men on the verge of fighting, Yu Li was completely bewildered. He glanced suspiciously at the aggressive Qin Xie, then at the gentle, submissive Fu Shen.
He felt as though he had been deceived. So much for mutual sympathy and sharing the same plight; he did not see any burgeoning affection, but the smell of gunpowder was unmistakable.
Fu Shen calmly replied, “Instead of worrying about whether I am a Vile Insect, Brother Qin, why do you not explain what you meant by ‘acting on my own to approach the ancient human’?”
“Are you talking about kissing Li Li’s little hand, or kneeling on the ground to dry Li Li’s hair?” Fu Shen did not give Qin Xie any face at all, practically laying everything out in the open. He enunciated every word, “All of this was done at Li Li’s request.”
Suddenly called out, Yu Li felt Qin Xie’s gaze shift toward him. He saw the man’s cold, handsome face tighten, looking utterly perplexed.
Qin Xie asked, “You told him to kiss you?”