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“There are still people outside,” Tangxi Zhui said with pursed lips, feeling somewhat hesitant.
“When you were teasing me, you didn’t worry about people outside. You just wanted to embarrass me, right? Today I’ll let you be embarrassed too.” Pei Yanci pushed him down onto the bed and pulled open his collar.
“When did I ever embarrass you? You’re wronging me again— ah~” Tangxi Zhui’s black hair scattered messily across his snow-white cheeks and neck. He furrowed his brows and cried out softly, “Don’t… Master, be gentle.”
Pei Yanci’s hand trembled.
After steadying his ragged breathing, he wrung out the cloth and forcefully wiped his face and neck.
“Mm…” Tangxi Zhui’s voice curved through his throat with nine twists and eighteen turns, soft as down and tickling one’s heart. He actively tilted his head back, his pale neck elongating as he exposed it for wiping, leaving someone staring dumbfounded.
Even injured, he was so good at writhing and moaning—it simply made Pei Yanci’s previous performance in bed seem like an emotionally dense block of wood.
“Take it off yourself,” he said coldly, feeling indignant.
Tangxi Zhui struggled to sit up halfway, his crimson tongue licking and gently biting his wrist bone. His eyes gradually began to mist over as he murmured vaguely, “This servant’s hands are injured. Please have pity, Master.”
Pei Yanci pulled his hand from his mouth and lifted his chin, which was rubbed with red marks. “Beg me.”
“Please have mercy on this servant, Master. This servant is suffering terribly.” He rested his cheek in his palm, rubbing against it obediently. His tongue occasionally peeked out, the rough surface carefully licking the thin, tender flesh of his inner wrist, leaving ambiguous wet trails.
The room was dim, with only the cold moonlight filtering through the window. Tangxi Zhui looked like an alluring ghost that fed on human blood and vital energy, or like a fox spirit or mountain demon born from stolen yang essence. His eyes were unfocused and hazy, containing two pools of crystalline tears—pitiful yet seductively depraved.
Pei Yanci endured the wet, tingling sensation spreading from his hand with great difficulty.
He had truly shot himself in the foot. His lower body had long since reacted, but now there was no one who could help relieve him.
He pulled open Tangxi Zhui’s waist sash and roughly yanked the garment from his body, drawing forth a soft whimper.
“Master, don’t… This servant is in pain.”
“I haven’t even touched your wound. Stop moaning.” That voice was too coquettish and honeyed—he couldn’t bear it.
His left arm was injured, so the cloth couldn’t be wrung too dry. He could only first wipe around the wound with a damp cloth, then again with a dry one. Five or six days had passed since the injury, and the wound had begun to heal initially. Unless there were major movements that tore it open, no blood would flow out. The herbs Wushu had gathered were very effective.
“But Master gave this servant permission to cry out,” Tangxi Zhui’s eyes glinted with mischievous delight. “This way, Master will know how to moan in bed in the future.”
“I don’t need you to teach me!” Pei Yanci said through gritted teeth.
This damned demon!
“Is Master blushing?” He blinked innocently and bewilderedly.
How he wanted to see it.
Tangxi Zhui licked his lips, already imagining his Xiao Pei’er flustered, face completely red, wanting nothing more than to kill him.
“No,” Pei Yanci said stubbornly, rubbing his burning earlobes. Taking the towel, he vengefully scrubbed hard at the flesh between his legs.
“Doesn’t my moaning sound good?” he asked somewhat awkwardly.
He wasn’t skilled at this.
“Mm…” Tangxi Zhui shifted his body, but only spread his two straight, slender legs wider. “It sounds good, it’s just too shy. Every time I have to fuck you into a daze before I can hear it.”
“Who’s shameless like you, saying all sorts of dirty things? Hurry up and close your legs.” Who wants to look at that thing anyway?
“This servant refuses. This servant wants to serve Master, to fill Master’s belly completely, so we can have many little Tangxis and little Pei’ers in the future.”
“Stop talking,” Pei Yanci covered his forehead with his hand, hiding half his flushed face. “Don’t you know whether it’s possible or not!”
“How will we know without trying?” Tangxi Zhui tempted. “Now this servant is both blind and disabled. Master can do anything to this servant.”
“Wash your feet.” Pei Yanci wanted to spit out those two words coldly, but unfortunately his voice was hoarse, thick with desire.
“Oh.” Tangxi Zhui replied disappointedly. With his support, he sat up and placed his feet in the wooden basin. Tilting his head, he smiled, “Not playing anymore?”
Pei Yanci squatted down and maliciously tickled the sole of his foot.
“Mm ah…” Caught off guard, Tangxi Zhui cried out rather loudly.
“What was that sound?”
A woman’s voice came from outside.
Then his door was knocked on.
Pei Yanci’s face grew hot. After warning Tangxi Zhui not to make noise, he opened the door.
“Honored sir, I thought I heard a scream?”
“It’s nothing. I’m changing my servant’s bandages. He was disobedient, so I punished him a bit.” Pei Yanci partially closed the door, blocking the woman’s view inside.
“You’ve suffered together through thick and thin—what’s there to be upset about? Don’t torment him to death, or you’ll regret it later. A servant’s life is still a life.”
“I understand, Grandma. Please go back to your room and sleep. We’re going to sleep too.”
Pei Yanci persuaded the chattering woman back to her room. When he closed the door and looked back, Tangxi Zhui was already on the bed, laughing silently until he couldn’t straighten his back.
“If you’re going to laugh, laugh out loud. Better than holding it in and getting internal injuries that I’d have to treat.” He rolled his eyes, though no one could see it.
How was it that whether he was the one being teased or doing the teasing, he was always the one at a disadvantage?
Tangxi Zhui pulled his feet from the basin. “Master, have mercy on this servant and dry these feet.”
Pei Yanci took the cloth to dry his feet, feeling disgruntled.
As soon as they were dry, those two legs wrapped around his waist.
“What else do you want? Let go.”
“Now that I’m injured, I can only trouble Xiao Pei’er to care for me. In the future, I’ll wash your feet every day to make amends, all right?”
“In your dreams.”
This person seized every opportunity to secretly hold and kiss his feet—don’t think he didn’t know.
Damned pervert.
“Sit properly. I’ll dress you so we can sleep.” He shook out the undergarments and pants, carefully guiding his injured arm that couldn’t exert force through the sleeve.
“This position goes in too deep, it hurts… slower, please… I’m begging you…”
Pei Yanci couldn’t bear it anymore and covered his mouth. “Shut up!”
Tangxi Zhui’s eyes became unfocused and scattered, as if he’d already lost his senses. His tongue protruded slightly, lightly prodding and teasing the soft flesh of his palm.
Pei Yanci’s hand trembled as he released his mouth, hurriedly tying his garment sash.
“Mm ah… mm… Master, you’re so good… tied so tight… this servant can’t hold on much longer…”
Pei Yanci’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.
“Xiao Pei’er seems to be enduring with great difficulty.”
Beside him, a leg lifted, the knee slowly sliding up along the outside of his thigh.
“Your hands are your most capable tools. Now that they’re useless, even if you’re suffering, what can you do?” Pei Yanci grabbed his wandering foot and put it through the pant leg.
“Behave. I’m not playing anymore.”
With great effort, he tied his pants and laid him flat on the bed. Pei Yanci turned to wash himself. The remaining basin of water had long since gone cold—perfect for cooling himself down.
“Nonsense. I still have my mouth.”
“I’m not beastly enough to have a severely injured person serve me.”
“For little Xiao Pei’er, I can become a beast.”
Pei Yanci was washing his face with his back turned, not noticing that Tangxi Zhui’s expression had already returned to seriousness when he said this.
Of course, he could also become human.
Pei Yanci had already given him dignified respect.
“What you just said was beastly enough. Next time we do it, you’ll be the one moaning.”
“That won’t do. I prefer hearing these sounds from Xiao Pei’er’s mouth.” A hint of wickedness spread through Tangxi Zhui’s eyes as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Every time, even just a simple shallow moan makes me so excited I want to enter personally.”
Pei Yanci’s lower body tightened. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better. Everything is off the table for now.”
“So has Xiao Pei’er learned now?” Tangxi Zhui’s sightless eyes burst with brilliance. “Can I ask for a tuition fee?”
“I’d rather die than say such filthy, obscene things.” This was his dignity as an emperor.
“It would be best if you could say them, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t.” Tangxi Zhui looked completely understanding.
Every time this person got into the mood, he’d call out whatever was asked in wet, soft tones that made one unable to stop.
Seemed like he’d forgotten everything in his pleasure.
Whether it was the shy Pei Yanci or the indulgently lost Pei Yanci, he loved them both.
Because both were caused by him.
“Have you remembered what medicine you fed me that day?” Tangxi Zhui asked curiously.
Last time he’d asked several times, but in the end, Pei Yanci had fainted from blood loss before remembering.
“It should have been the Rejuvenation Pill.” Pei Yanci roughly explained the formula and also mentioned Xiao Yu’s matter, saying, “If medicine could fix your condition, it should have been usable long ago.”
“Yes, I ate it for over ten years and tried every method, but nothing worked.” Tangxi Zhui smiled. “So meeting Xiao Pei’er is a very fortunate thing.”
Pei Yanci washed up carelessly, dumped out both basins of water, and returned with the child, saying, “Tonight you’ll sleep with Wushu, and I’ll sleep with Wuli.”
“Huh?” Tangxi Zhui panicked. Unable to see anyone, he could only turn his head around in confusion, sitting pitifully and helplessly at the bedside. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing. Because of your status, I feel at ease with Wushu sleeping with you.”
Wushu clutched tightly at his garment corner, looking frightened. “I don’t want to. I want to sleep with Brother Yanci.”
Pei Yanci patted his head. “You’re already ten years old and still so immature?”
Wushu pouted to express his dissatisfaction but was left in Tangxi Zhui’s room.
Pei Yanci took his blanket and went to Wuli’s room.