TW: dubcon
At this time, one of the children that had been following Qin Fangchuan had entered the room with a bag. Qin Fangchuan rolled out a length of cowhide beside the bed, it was filled with silver needles of varying lengths and thickness. Qin Fangchuan held up a needle and disinfected it over a fire before saying to Cheng Mo: “Leader Cheng, it will hurt a little.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver needle in his hand had already picked apart the wound on Cheng Mo’s arm. There was no anaesthesia and suturing the tendons with a thread and needle was definitely more than just “hurting a little” as Qin Fangchuan warned. Cheng Mo gritted his teeth forcefully, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat and his hair was almost damp. Qin Fangchuan showed no mercy and connected Cheng Mo’s tendons with skillful movements and carefully sutured the wound on his arm. After doing this, Qin Fangchuan’s forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat and he was panting softly. Yue Chaosong guided Qin Fangchuan out of the room with the help of the child. Xue Tinghua came closer and wiped away Cheng Mo’s sweat before covering him with a quilt. Cheng Mo finally asked: “Where is Zi Xiao?”
Xue Tinghua replied: “Taoist Zi Xiao should be outside the door.”
Cheng Mo said hurriedly: “Could you please ask him to come in? I have something to say to him.”
After hearing him say that, Xue Tinghua nodded. Yu Xiaoshan, who was still in the room, got up as well, saying: “Have a good rest.”
The two of them left the room one after the other, before Zi Xiao pushed the door open and stepped in. Cheng Mo wanted to sit up, but he pulled on the wound on his arm and he whimpered in pain. He had no choice but to lie back down. Zi Xiao sat down next to Cheng Mo’s bed and he moved the quilt to look at Cheng Mo’s bandaged arm. He asked: “How are the internal injuries?”
Cheng Mo shook his head, “Mr Qin said that it was nothing serious.”
Zi Xiao covered him with the quilt again before standing up. Cheng Mo quickly stretched out his hand to hold Zi Xiao’s arm, “Zi Xiao…”
Zi Xiao lowered his head and looked at Cheng Mo. Cheng Mo suddenly became nervous and explained softly: “It’s not convenient to say it here, but I have known him since we were young.”
Zi Xiao did not respond. Cheng Mo did not know why, but he was worried that Zi Xiao would be angry because of this, so he held onto Zi Xiao’s hand tightly, not letting go. In the end, Zi Xiao did not leave and sat down by the bed. Later that evening, one of Qin Fangchuan’s children brought medicine over. Zi Xiao helped him up to drink the medicine. After Cheng Mo drank the medicine, he wanted to talk to Zi Xiao, but unexpectedly he felt a little dizzy, he couldn’t remember what he said and fell asleep in a daze. However, Cheng Mo’s sleep was not peaceful. He felt that something was stirring inside his body, which made him feel restless. Cheng Mo turned over, half asleep and half awake, he felt as if the Lustful Heart Gu had woken up. But the Gu was just fed by Hui Ji two days ago, and it was not the same as the usual restlessness caused by the Gu when it was hungry. Cheng Mo anxiously wanted to remove the quilt, but he couldn’t move. Suddenly, a cold hand covered his face, it was a somewhat familiar touch, and… could it be? Cheng Mo opened his eyes abruptly. It was completely dark at this time. Cheng Mo did not know how long he had slept for. Someone was sitting beside his bed and was reaching out to touch Cheng Mo’s face. Cheng Mo saw the man’s face clearly in the darkness and was shocked. The man turned out to be Jiang Wanrou’s uncle, Yue Chaosong. Cheng Mo understood immediately, he reached out to peel off the man’s face and tore off a thin layer of the human skin mask.
“Shu Changhua?”
Shu Changhua raised his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes. He cupped Cheng Mo’s chin with his hand and leaned forward to kiss his lips. Shu Changhua’s lips and tongue were cold and smooth and the touch was gentle. His dexterous tongue gently rolled around Cheng Mo’s tongue, sucking and licking it before he brushed against the roof of Cheng Mo’s mouth, causing a tingling sensation. Cheng Mo’s body still remembered Shu Changhua. Even if he didn’t want to respond, he couldn’t help but tremble lightly. When the kiss ended, Cheng Mo pushed Shu Changhua away with his uninjured hand. Shu Changhua was pushed away by him, but he still sat beside the bed. His smile dimmed and he sighed: “Your husband missed you so much, but you only have Zi Xiao in your heart.”
Cheng Mo suppressed the sound of his voice and exclaimed softly: “Stop saying nonsense! Why are you here?”
Shu Changhua’s finger fell on Cheng Mo’s cheek: “Didn’t I just say that I missed you?”
Cheng Mo replied: “Are you colluding with the Jiang family’s Miss? Are you the mastermind behind this martial arts competition?”
Shu Changhua did not answer, but gently stroked Cheng Mo’s cheek with his fingertips, as if he had a lingering attachment to him. His eyes flashed and he said: “Someone’s coming.”
Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment and then he heard light footsteps approaching from outside. Cheng Mo felt that something was wrong. Zi Xiao was in the room next to him, if Shu Changhua was so powerful in martial arts that he was able to sneak in quietly without being discovered by Zi Xiao, then there was no way that Zi Xiao would not be able to hear these footsteps. Cheng Mo was shocked and he questioned: “Zi Xiao? What did you do to Zi Xiao?”
Shu Changhua replied: “It wasn’t me. But you can rest assured that no one can do anything to Taoist Zi Xiao easily.”
Just after he finished speaking, the door of Cheng Mo’s room was pushed open. The person standing outside the room had long white hair that was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. He looked at the people inside the room and couldn’t help but be startled. He held the door and walked in slowly, greeting: “Senior brother.”
TW: dubcon
At this time, one of the children that had been following Qin Fangchuan had entered the room with a bag. Qin Fangchuan rolled out a length of cowhide beside the bed, it was filled with silver needles of varying lengths and thickness. Qin Fangchuan held up a needle and disinfected it over a fire before saying to Cheng Mo: “Leader Cheng, it will hurt a little.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver needle in his hand had already picked apart the wound on Cheng Mo’s arm. There was no anaesthesia and suturing the tendons with a thread and needle was definitely more than just “hurting a little” as Qin Fangchuan warned. Cheng Mo gritted his teeth forcefully, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat and his hair was almost damp. Qin Fangchuan showed no mercy and connected Cheng Mo’s tendons with skillful movements and carefully sutured the wound on his arm. After doing this, Qin Fangchuan’s forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat and he was panting softly. Yue Chaosong guided Qin Fangchuan out of the room with the help of the child. Xue Tinghua came closer and wiped away Cheng Mo’s sweat before covering him with a quilt. Cheng Mo finally asked: “Where is Zi Xiao?”
Xue Tinghua replied: “Taoist Zi Xiao should be outside the door.”
Cheng Mo said hurriedly: “Could you please ask him to come in? I have something to say to him.”
After hearing him say that, Xue Tinghua nodded. Yu Xiaoshan, who was still in the room, got up as well, saying: “Have a good rest.”
The two of them left the room one after the other, before Zi Xiao pushed the door open and stepped in. Cheng Mo wanted to sit up, but he pulled on the wound on his arm and he whimpered in pain. He had no choice but to lie back down. Zi Xiao sat down next to Cheng Mo’s bed and he moved the quilt to look at Cheng Mo’s bandaged arm. He asked: “How are the internal injuries?”
Cheng Mo shook his head, “Mr Qin said that it was nothing serious.”
Zi Xiao covered him with the quilt again before standing up. Cheng Mo quickly stretched out his hand to hold Zi Xiao’s arm, “Zi Xiao…”
Zi Xiao lowered his head and looked at Cheng Mo. Cheng Mo suddenly became nervous and explained softly: “It’s not convenient to say it here, but I have known him since we were young.”
Zi Xiao did not respond. Cheng Mo did not know why, but he was worried that Zi Xiao would be angry because of this, so he held onto Zi Xiao’s hand tightly, not letting go. In the end, Zi Xiao did not leave and sat down by the bed. Later that evening, one of Qin Fangchuan’s children brought medicine over. Zi Xiao helped him up to drink the medicine. After Cheng Mo drank the medicine, he wanted to talk to Zi Xiao, but unexpectedly he felt a little dizzy, he couldn’t remember what he said and fell asleep in a daze. However, Cheng Mo’s sleep was not peaceful. He felt that something was stirring inside his body, which made him feel restless. Cheng Mo turned over, half asleep and half awake, he felt as if the Lustful Heart Gu had woken up. But the Gu was just fed by Hui Ji two days ago, and it was not the same as the usual restlessness caused by the Gu when it was hungry. Cheng Mo anxiously wanted to remove the quilt, but he couldn’t move. Suddenly, a cold hand covered his face, it was a somewhat familiar touch, and… could it be? Cheng Mo opened his eyes abruptly. It was completely dark at this time. Cheng Mo did not know how long he had slept for. Someone was sitting beside his bed and was reaching out to touch Cheng Mo’s face. Cheng Mo saw the man’s face clearly in the darkness and was shocked. The man turned out to be Jiang Wanrou’s uncle, Yue Chaosong. Cheng Mo understood immediately, he reached out to peel off the man’s face and tore off a thin layer of the human skin mask.
“Shu Changhua?”
Shu Changhua raised his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes. He cupped Cheng Mo’s chin with his hand and leaned forward to kiss his lips. Shu Changhua’s lips and tongue were cold and smooth and the touch was gentle. His dexterous tongue gently rolled around Cheng Mo’s tongue, sucking and licking it before he brushed against the roof of Cheng Mo’s mouth, causing a tingling sensation. Cheng Mo’s body still remembered Shu Changhua. Even if he didn’t want to respond, he couldn’t help but tremble lightly. When the kiss ended, Cheng Mo pushed Shu Changhua away with his uninjured hand. Shu Changhua was pushed away by him, but he still sat beside the bed. His smile dimmed and he sighed: “Your husband missed you so much, but you only have Zi Xiao in your heart.”
Cheng Mo suppressed the sound of his voice and exclaimed softly: “Stop saying nonsense! Why are you here?”
Shu Changhua’s finger fell on Cheng Mo’s cheek: “Didn’t I just say that I missed you?”
Cheng Mo replied: “Are you colluding with the Jiang family’s Miss? Are you the mastermind behind this martial arts competition?”
Shu Changhua did not answer, but gently stroked Cheng Mo’s cheek with his fingertips, as if he had a lingering attachment to him. His eyes flashed and he said: “Someone’s coming.”
Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment and then he heard light footsteps approaching from outside. Cheng Mo felt that something was wrong. Zi Xiao was in the room next to him, if Shu Changhua was so powerful in martial arts that he was able to sneak in quietly without being discovered by Zi Xiao, then there was no way that Zi Xiao would not be able to hear these footsteps. Cheng Mo was shocked and he questioned: “Zi Xiao? What did you do to Zi Xiao?”
Shu Changhua replied: “It wasn’t me. But you can rest assured that no one can do anything to Taoist Zi Xiao easily.”
Just after he finished speaking, the door of Cheng Mo’s room was pushed open. The person standing outside the room had long white hair that was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. He looked at the people inside the room and couldn’t help but be startled. He held the door and walked in slowly, greeting: “Senior brother.”
