to carry Yan Xiaohan over his shoulder. Who would've imagined that right when he did so, that shoulder would suddenly bump against a certain object.
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He was giving himself to him, offering his entire heart up with both hands.
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confidently, leaning back relaxed as his lips tilted up at the corners. "Come on. You can come back from your waiting, now."
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Fu Shen realized his own crooked thoughts but a moment later, raising a hand to cover his face in embarrassment. Yan Xiaohan held back his grin, then grabbed the wheelchair's armrests to hauling him over to be in front of him, their knees facing each other. "Don't be shy. We're husband and wife, what's there to be ashamed of… put your hand down. When are you planning on inspecting whether or not I'm normal, Marquis?" he said with a completely straight face.
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General Wei, who had his own family, covered his eyes and pretended not to be impolitely staring at them while he mentally clucked his tongue in marvel.
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Even heroes have had a weakness for a beauty's charms since time immemorial, and this was nothing more than that.
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The imperial doctor on standby brought out a puppy to test for poison on, fetching a needle from a jujube and pricking the dog in the belly. Only a few breaths later, it convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died.
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That 'hm' was brimming with pure provocation and could make bones go limp. All of Yan Xiaohan's blood was set alight by it, but disappointingly, there were eyes all around, so he could only press down his urge to steal this giant huli jing away and throw him onto a bed. He harshly pinched him on the web of his palm like he was venting his anger, standing up and leaving with a frosty face.
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"That's odd. I just saw a big one, plump and seething, glaring at me from the top of the steps with his hands behind his back…"
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Shen Yi'ce struggled to make words come to him, his face white as a living ghost with dark bags under his eyes. Yan Xiaohan was intensely shaken by this mug of his. "Quickly move a chair over for him," he said hurriedly.
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Fu Shen almost choked on his congee, guiltily remembering how when they were fooling around last night, they weren't paying attention and kicked the foot-warmer out and onto the floor, making a loud crash that woke up half the people in the courtyard.
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Fu Shen bore with it for quite some time, sighed, and ultimately accepted his misfortunes, reaching into the sheets.
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Yan Xiaohan smiled serenely. "Reciting scriptures."
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Yan Xiaohan drawled into his ear in a voice so low, only his breath remained. "From head to toe, where I've touched, and where I haven't — I like all of it."
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"It's not okay," Fu Shen replied bluntly. "Make me happy by talking about every part you like about me."
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He had been under the impression that their feelings deepened only after the close proximity of living together, but from the meaning he gleaned within Yan Xiaohan's words, that didn't seem to be the case — back when he still regarded him as a friend, was Yan Xiaohan's heart already going off the beaten path for him?
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"I rather like you, Marquis," he said. "This is the first time in my life I've been so fond of someone. That's why there shouldn't be a hint of misunderstanding between us. The incident from seven years ago… must not be repeated."
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——I hope to become the Southwestern wind, so I may remain in your arms always. *
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Fu Shen smiled slightly, whispering a question right back at him. "Do you think I wouldn't move my raised blade, Brother Yan?"
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Fu Shen flicked a certain, unspeakable area with ill intent, sending the other into a fit of shudders. "Maybe it's a spring dream, hm?" he smirked evilly.
[BL] Golden Stage/Terrace by Cang Wu Bin Bai
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