My Darling Sick Beauty

Open strife and veiled struggle, two parties at a standstill.

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Wenren Ye was stunned.

This was the first time he had heard something like this come out of Jiang Zheliu’s mouth, which had a hint of authority, and was also a little unreasonable. But he had also said it in his usual calm manner as if this was completely ordinary thing.

Come here, take your clothes off?

Jiang Zheliu’s arms were wrapped still around his neck, then they loosened a little, only half-holding him, as his eyes which were as calm as water gazed over at him.

Wenren Ye almost believed that what he had heard was a figment of his own imagination. But Jiang Zheliu was still holding on to his lapel, not letting go, instead pulling him in closer and closer.

Until they were almost at skin-to-skin contact, that his breath was blowing onto the other’s snow-white lashes, Jiang Zheliu took his hand and then slowly stopped moving and whispered: “What are you thinking.”

Wenren Ye stared at his earlobes which become red from his warm breath, and stared at his fluttering eyelashes, as well as that pair of tranquil and gentle eyes.

It was clearly Jiang Zheliu who had made the first move but how come now, he was the one that was overflowing with desire.

Wenren Ye suddenly felt defeated but he could not move his eyes away from him and he was stuck on the other’s words for a long time until he finally said: “….. I was thinking, I can’t take them off.”

…… Huh?

Jiang Zheliu thought back to before, and thought that he was very much like a husband who was trying to force his kind wife, or the villain who was forcing an honest woman into debauchery, but in those books, these great villains were able to do whatever they wanted to the other party. How come he’d picked up the wrong script and was trying to seduce the little devil to this and that to him.

Perhaps this was the responsibility of a mature man, he silently consoled himself and then raised his head to kiss Wenren Ye on the lips and asked him: “Why, don’t you want to sleep with me?”

For the good of the person before him, as well as the world and everyone in it, Jiang Xianzun naturally had a great level of tolerance when it came to doing anything for the sake of the greater good.

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His words were carefully selected, he didn’t say accompany him whilst he slept, but to sleep with him, it seemed quite obviously a vaguely provocative suggestion, that he had taught himself to use.

Although Jiang Zheliu was inexperienced, thanks to his hobby after retiring, he’d been able to educate himself thoroughly through reading. He was conscious that he was the senior in the relationship, and thought that if this kind of thing could be beneficial to the little devil, then it didn’t really matter if he helped guide the little devil along. Mature men of the world should be thus, able to pick things up and let thing’s go, be open……

Without waiting for him to finish analysing himself, his thoughts were disturbed by something —— Wenren Ye bit him on his shoulder.

He had bitten him on the shoulder very lightly, but his teeth were extremely sharp and had drawn blood, a scarlet red began to spread.

Wenren Ye had just been kissed by him, and had been completely worked up by the other who had no sense of priorities, he had bitten him half-reservedly and half with utter self-indulgence, just like a stray animal that sniffed its prey before ripping it to pieces and devouring it whole.

The devils had an innate characteristic of wanting to destroy as well as possess something, he could not have been any gentler. Plus the Heavenly Spirit Body was continually mesmerising him, just a little nip had already created a bite mark.

“……Ssss.”

Jiang Zheliu endured it and lightly sighed out loud, Wenren Ye was sucking on his Adam’s apple, a slight pain immediately disappeared.

But Wenren Ye did not dare to keep trying.

He let go of Jiang Zheliu and sat on the side of the bed and looked at him. He reached out and grabbed his slender wrist, lowered his head and said: “It’s better if you get some rest, don’t think about anything else. If I hurt you…..”

His words stopped there as if he was unwilling to even approach the topic, and he didn’t want to consider what would happen afterwards even more. He didn’t like driving a car down a dangerous road. If there was a chance of falling off a cliff, then it’s better to stop before setting off.

Wenren Ye’s fingers massaged the inside of his wrist and he continued to say: “Why don’t you recover a little more? Last time, as soon as I made a move you were injured, your entire body was covered in bruises, and you even got sick, don’t be wilful.”

Jiang Zheliu stared at the bed curtain in front of him, Wenren Ye’s words had made his ears burn. He didn’t know what to do, to make Wenren Ye break through the barrier, to make Wenren Ye be able to come out of his illusion and see reality.

He couldn’t smash the illusion, the little devil wouldn’t be able to accept it, he could only slowly make him cross back over.

“I’m already better.” Jiang Zheliu leaned in closer and looked at him. “Don’t be afraid.”

Who would have thought that there would be the day that they’d be having this kind of conversation. The one who had made the other unable to get out of bed for several days would actually try to urge the latter to “not be wilful”. Whilst the one who still had PTSD about the devil’s enormous instrument was patiently consoling him with “don’t be afraid.”

The world was indeed marvellous, and life was truly unpredictable.

In reality, Jiang Zheliu was a little afraid, aside from the other being not too skilled with his instrument, that thing was also not a reasonable size. With the addition of the fact that the devil’s innate characteristic of having that thing get stuck inside, it was in fact very painful and truly lowered his intention to seduce the other.

But that day when Wenren Ye was covered in blood and seemed to be losing control made him unable to bear letting the other suffer.

“It’s really okay.” Jiang Zheliu held his hand forcefully and said very seriously, “as long as you are gentle, it’ll be fine.”

Wenren Ye was still sitting on the edge of the bed and didn’t speak. If someone had walked in at this moment, they might have really thought that he was like a young maiden being bullied. His beloved was grasping his hand tightly and didn’t even think of letting go, but he didn’t want to hurt Jiang Zheliu, not even a little.

In Wenren Ye’s mind, Jiang Zheliu’s body was still like delicate glass, and no different from a floating bubble. Take the example of the wind outside, it was enough to make Wenren Ye worry immensely, let alone something like this.

But the little willow tree’s hands were icy cold, and would be extremely useful to harmonise the heat in his own body, and it was so nice to touch.

The great devil lord did not want to let go, as he massaged the other’s slender figures, kneading for a long time at the space between his thumb and first finger, and then he whispered: “I will hurt you.”

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Jiang Zheliu had in fact recovered greatly and was far from the stage where he’d break if he was touched. He stared at Wenren Ye for a long time, and suddenly mustered out a courage out of nowhere and lightly called into question: “…… Is it because you’re unable to perform?”

Wenren Ye: “…..?”

This was the best method of infuriating a man, as men cannot accept hearing this kind of insult.

Jiang Zheliu understood this point very well, he stared at Wenren Ye with limpid eyes, as if he was just asking casually, and then he pulled on the other’s fingers and said: “It’s fine, even if you can’t perform, I won’t look down on you.”

He turned around with his back facing Wenren Ye as if he had really given up.

Given Jiang Zheliu’s ability to deal with matters effectively, he already knew that Wenren Ye wouldn’t be able to resist proving himself to him. But he had underestimated Wenren Ye’s fear of hurting him, even these words were unable to make Wenren Ye fly off the handle.

But Wenren Ye still leant in anyway, using another method to prove himself.

“Zheliu, are you blaming me?”

Jiang Zheliu did not speak, he closed his eyes to sleep and ignored him.

“But last time you were crying the whole time.” Wenren Ye said patiently, “You resented me for being too big, I couldn’t enter. You also resented me for not being able to control myself, making you feel like your whole body was about to fall apart, and you even resented me for being stuck inside unable to pull out….. ummm.”

His mouth was blocked by Jiang Zheliu’s hand.

Wenren Ye stared attentively at him, and saw that he had had enough and knitted his brows, he scolded from rage out of humiliation: “Why are you bringing up the past?”

It was rare to see the cold and indignant Jiang Xianzun blush like this.

Wenren Ye grasped his wrist and then kissed the palm of his hand and then whispered: “You started it.”

He was right, Jiang Zheliu had no way of refuting.

Since he woke up, he found himself more and more helpless against the little devil. Previously, he’d be able to tame the other with just one or two words but now, the little devil had already learnt how to fight back and refute.

Jiang Zheliu also felt defeated, he could feel a great frustration on this great devil, so he could only retract his hand.

“But you don’t think about me at all.” Jiang Zheliu looked towards the window, purposefully misrepresenting what he really meant: “I was already weary, I suppose I’ll just continue to be weary until the end.”

When Wenren Ye heard this, his eyes trembled, he was extremely hurt, and was almost angered to tears.

“Jiang Zheliu.” He called out the other’s full name through gritted teeth. “Sometimes the words you say are truly heartless.”

It was precisely because I do have a heart that I’m saying this, otherwise, could I bear to continue seeing you go mad like this?

Jiang Zheliu replied in his head, but did not exhibit any expression on his face and just glanced at him: “Wenren Ye, you didn’t used to be like this.”

Before, as soon as he climbed into bed, he was incredibly vigorous and proactive.

Jiang Xianzun let go of his own pride and self-respect, and used the most unruly and rarely used method in order to get him in the mood. He stared into the little devil’s eyes, attentively focused on any changes in the latter.

Wenren Ye had never felt so wronged in his life, he was extremely furious, and said angrily: “And you were never so unreasonable before. Now you never listen to me, and you do whatever you want…. Why are you like this!”

Their standard of arguing was on par with nursery school children, it was an unusually high level, they had improved, and it was worth learning from them.

But in reality, when Jiang Zheliu wanted to do something he did it. He had always chosen his own path. Wenren Ye only said this because he saw that his need for control was even larger than it was before, which was why he was so bothered by it.

“I have always been that way.” Jiang Zheliu said coldly: “It’s just that you want more control.”

Both things were true, but his tone was overly detached, making Wenren Ye take two critical hits to the system and twice the trauma.

His gaze was heavy as he looked at Jiang Zheliu, as if he was about to show presence as the great Devil Lord, to begin taking what he wanted force, wantonly disgracing him, ruin him, and become a true villain.

Jiang Zheliu was looking out for this, trying to make him throw caution to the wind that had been created by his illusions.

Wenren Ye lowered his head, coming closer, he held back his emotions and said: “You are not resenting me for not being able to perform, you think I want too much, you’re annoyed right?”

Jiang Zheliu who had been preparing himself to be attacked: “…….”

…… Eh?

What exactly was this devil’s problem?

He was stunned for a moment, he stared silently into the other’s purple eyes that were looking more and more strange, as if in a flash, he would begin shedding tears.

At that moment, Jiang Zheliu was beginning to question whether he was truly the bloodthirsty Devil Lord who reunited and ruled over the six realms.

Mature men are mature for a reason, as soon as he saw the little devil’s face full of sorrow, he couldn’t hold back any longer, the coldness on his face dissolved away bit by bit, and finally he couldn’t help it any longer and raised his hand to touch the other’s devil horns and sighed, “I’m not.”

“Really?”

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Jiang Zheliu was speechless, and felt that a ten year old little girl would feel more secure than Wenren Ye, he paused for a moment, and then confirmed: “Yes.”

“Do you still love me?”

“…….” Jiang Zheliu was having trouble understanding the logic of these two questions, he watched as Wenren Ye began to rub his devil horns against the palm of his hand, like a cat who was doing its utmost to make him caress it.

What else could he do but coax him.

“Yes.” He said harmoniously and patiently, “Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

Wenren Ye’s mood gradually settled, pressing his hand against the pillow, he lovingly lowered his head to kiss him.

As their lips joined, there was an exchange of breaths from one to the other, their two souls mingled together. At the same time, a familiar divine soul began to surround him from all corners which was as gentle as his breath.

Like snaking vines, a twisting snake that carried a sense of mutual dependence and past experiences, this recently recovered divine soul collided and was absorbed into Wenren Ye’s primordial spirit, just like the feeling of being in his embrace.

But this energy was far from just an embrace, he had long been prepared, the entanglement was spreading, making their souls fuse completely, interconnected together, making Wenren Ye unable to flee and instead also increase his desire.

His self-control was completely lost.

Since the beginning, every interconnection that had been initiated had been made by Wenren Ye, but this time, Jiang Zheliu’s gentle soul was able to exhibit the same kind of strength, directly implicating the other’s emotions and desires.

Checkmate, the countermove had been made.

Wenren Ye’s primordial spirit lost control, completely merging with the divine soul that had initiated this embrace. The interconnection was deep, there was no way of disconnecting. He pressed down on Jiang Zheliu’s shoulders and then unconsciously bit his lips.

Making it red and swollen again.

“….. Why did you do this…” The little devil lamented, and then threw his arms around the other’s waist, tightening the embrace and unwilling to let go, whilst staring at his beloved who was smiling slightly.

He slowly returned the other’s kiss and whispered: “I’m a thousand year old fox, little devil, you should be careful.”

He pulled the little devil’s belt loose, and unhurriedly undid the complicated knot, every moment was a challenge to the other’s rationality.

Even in this kind of situation, Jiang Xianzun was unhurried and calm, he stripped Wenren Ye of his combat robes, and undid the front of his robes, leaving only an undershirt on this great Devil Lord, and then he undid his own belt.

Before this, the little devil was still able to bear, but seeing his beloved take off his clothes, his state of mind that was already delicate began to go mad. He moved Jiang Zheliu’s hand out of the way and re-established his authority by taking the lead.

Jiang Zheliu did not refuse him and gave up control to the stronger party. He passively endured the other’s innate devilish character, as Wenren Ye kissed him with force, when he couldn’t bear it anymore, he tried to avoid the other’s sharp teeth.

His reddened lips stuck up against Wenren Ye’s ear, his voice was soft and a little hoarse, but also sweet-sounding.

“Remember…. To be careful.” He lightly reminded him.

If you hurt me, I’ll want to flee.

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence when his lips were blocked.

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The next day, early morning.

The double-horned young deer demon had taken his leave from Qing Lin Zhenjun and was looking forward to arriving in the Devil Realm. He had heard many rumours about the Devil Realm on his way there.

Ah-Chu was extremely excited, he always knew that Shenxian gege would be fine because he was the protagonist, and he would definitely also hold the benefits of being the protagonist!

The little deer was so delighted that he was almost hopping along the road. He made a beeline to Jingshan Hall, and immediately saw Chang Qian standing at the entrance.

Today, Chang Qian was here and Wenren Ye was also in the hall, so the presence of Shi Binghen and Gongyi Yan were not needed.

Ah-Chu, seeing a familiar face, was delighted and patted Chang Qian on the head. It was only when he saw the thin vertical pupils looking over at him that he roughly remembered that Chang Qian was now like a poisonous viper.

He said awkwardly: “*Hiccup*…. Why don’t you go in, what are you waiting for? Is gege awake?”

There was the topic of Jiang Zheliu that allowed these two youths who had been separated for so long to start conversing.

Chang Qian was leaning against the doorframe, carrying a double-edged sword on his face, his face expressionless as he said: “he should be awake now.”

Ah-Chu nodded, his eyes shone brightly: “Well I’m going in! I miss him so much!”

Chang Qian stared at the barren hill in the distance, he said calmly and collected: “But it’s probably better if you don’t go in, if you go in to see gege now, you might be worried for your life….. eh?”

He turned his gaze, the deer demon had already disappeared. Chang Qian looked at the empty space before him and sighed: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He had guarded there the entire night, so naturally he knew that the battlefield progress inside had just calmed down, his uncle’s thing……. It should be said that all devils were the same, if they did not discharge inside then it would be stuck there. He imagined that gege was already exhausted and no longer had the ability to care about anyone. But Ah-Chu had just arrived, how could he know about last night’s open strife and veiled struggle, two parties at a standstill.

He bounced across the carpet of the great hall and saw the bedchamber behind the main throne, there was a screen behind two rows of lamps and candles, where noise was originating from.

Ah-Chu did not think much of it, and had just stuck his head behind the screen, wanting to jump on top of Jiang Zheliu when he was met with the following ——

Wenren Ye was dressed in a black robe, with dark gold patterns all over the base of his black garment. He was currently getting dressed, the waistband of his robe was about three fingers wide, outlining his athletic and strong waist. The outer robe had just been taken off the hanger, when he heard Ah-Chu and was turning around to look over.

And behind him on the bed, he saw Jiang Zheliu’s dishevelled cold glossy snow-white hair as if he had been ferociously ravaged. The back of his frosty hand and his arm were all littered with hickeys and bruises, and there was even one on his knuckles that was so obvious it was blinding.

Anyone who saw this scene would have said he’d been forced by the villainous devil lord.

Ah-Chu stared at him in disbelief and then looked at Jiang Zheliu again, his eyes reddened with rage, with an accusing tone: “How could you force him like that!”

Even if he is the strongest person in the world, I won’t let him bully my shenxian gege!

Wenren Ye watched expressionlessly as Ah-Chu rushed over with distress to the bed. This deer had clearly “only progressed in brawn but not in brains”, his intelligence and strategy were still just as weak.

Such a stupid deer, if he had been here with the Devil Lord, he would long been killed.

Ah-Chu seeing that Wenren Ye did not reply, believed even more that he was in the wrong and said angrily: “He has just woken up and you’re already doing this kind of thing to you. I was misguided to trust you, you’re utterly immoral and despicable!”

At this moment, Jiang Zheliu woke up, he had been woken up by Ah-Chu’s shouting. He’d just opened his eyes when he heard this, he helplessly raised his hand and pulled at the little deer’s sleeve. He wanted to explain to Ah-Chu that he was the immoral and despicable one.

But his throat was too sore and he was unable to utter a word, and because that slight movement just before had aggravated the injury from last night, he almost cried out in pain.

Trapped, Jiang Zheliu could only slink back into silence.

…… When one is middle-aged, the slightest movement could aggravate one’s waist, not to mention the fact that his lover was so young……