CH 89

After Zhong Chengshuo finished washing up, he left only the bedside lamp on. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, blocking the yellowish light, leaving the remaining shadows tinged with a deep blue.

Yin Ren slumped on the bed, holding a pillow. His black hair was gently tucked back by his lover. His unusual facial features were covered by Zhong Chengshuo’s shadow, with only a pair of eyes that emitted a dull red light.

Zhong Chengshuo moved his body and pressed both his hands on the sides of Yin Ren’s pillow, deepening the depression of the pillow.

He moved his body and lowered it, staring intently at Yin Ren’s lips.

As a result, Zhong Chengshuo’s head was just halfway down when his face was intercepted by a hand. Yin Ren’s palm was pressing against his nose with a force that was neither light nor heavy.

Zhong Chengshuo pushed his head downward, but the hand remained motionless.

“…?” Between Yin Ren’s fingers, Zhong Chengshuo was blinking in confusion.

Honestly speaking, Yin Ren couldn’t say what his psychology was. When Zhong Chengshuo was approaching, his heart was beating wildly. In order not to panic, he decisively stopped his heartbeat.

But seeing Zhong Chengshuo’s report-like expression, his expectation was instantly discounted by 20%.

Zhong Chengshuo’s shyness was obvious, and Yin Ren couldn’t understand it better. This person’s shyness at the moment was similar to rubbing his fingertips, and he always felt that something was wrong.

What was wrong?

Yin Ren pondered for a while. Zhong Chengshuo had leaned forward and pressed his lips against Yin Ren’s palms. His soft bangs shook slightly with his breathing.

The emotions in those black eyes turned into pure curiosity, with a little bit of inquisitive obsession. That bit of ambiguity was already on the verge of dying, but now had completely died.

Yin Ren regained his heartbeat bitterly. He closed his five fingers and pinched Zhong Chengshuo’s face.

“I was wondering why this looked familiar. There was a scene like this in one of the romance movies we watched!” Yin Ren pinched Zhong Chengshuo’s face, watching the man’s handsome facial features be rubbed out of shape. “You even learn how to start kissing people?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Nn.”

Yin Ren squeezed his lover twice, then released him. Zhong Chengshuo shook his head and said, “Because the atmosphere is very suitable.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s arms were still resting on Yin Ren’s pillow. Yin Ren was still looking at the other’s face. His lover’s brows were full of seriousness, and he firmly believed in the rationality behind his actions.

Yin Ren didn’t know whether this was cute or hopeless. Although their experience in love was appalling, Yin Ren suddenly regained confidence in his emotional intelligence.

“The atmosphere is suitable.” Yin Ren grabbed Zhong Chengshuo’s arm. “What exactly do you think is suitable about this atmosphere?”

Zhong Chengshuo fell into contemplation. He seemed to be troubled by this question.

A strand of black hair wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo’s arm. It crawled across his clavicle, rubbed against his Adam’s apple, and then bit the man’s pale lips twice. Zhong Chengshuo’s lips were slightly parted, so the tips of the black hair brushed across his lips and teeth, staining it with an ambiguous luster.

“I wanted to kiss you because that’s what I wanted to do.”

Yin Ren raised his hand and touched Zhong Chengshuo’s cheek again. This time, he used both hands.

“You can do what you want to do. You don’t have to consider the rules of ‘ordinary people’. Like I said, I’m not an ‘ordinary person’.”

The doubts in Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes gradually faded and turned into some kind of affection that Yin Ren couldn’t understand. He was silent for a long time, letting Yin Ren continue to hold his face.

“What I want to do… Anything is okay?”

“Of course,” Yin Ren said confidently.

The bedrooms here were semi-enclosed. Although Zhong Chengshuo wasn’t a normal human, he had always been a measured person and wouldn’t act excessively inappropriate… Such a big and fierce guy; would he still be afraid of just hugging and kissing?

Yin Ren’s expectation secretly rose again.

However, in the next second, Zhong Chengshuo shrank back. He sat upright by the bed, put his hands together in a half-bowl shape, and leaned diagonally in front of Yin Ren.

Yin Ren: “?” Was it because he wasn’t familiar enough with modern times that he didn’t understand this mystical ritual?

He could only understand the meaning of this was “give me some money”, but it was embarrassing to admit that he didn’t understand.

Lord Ghost King maintained the inscrutability of the strong and tried his best to keep smiling. The ends of his hair had slipped under the pillow, and he was scratching the sheets anxiously.

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t notice these small movements. “Then I want some of your wings.”

“The kind that’s connected to your body.” As if he wasn’t sure he was clear enough, he added this solemnly.

Yin Ren: “……”

Wait, this wasn’t what he thought.

Yin Ren: “The bedroom here is semi-enclosed, and next door is a room full of people…” This behavior was simply inappropriate—!

“But you controlled your power very well last time. It’s okay,” Zhong Chengshuo said. “The evil qi index of this town is very high, and the Evil Force corruption is serious. Shian won’t be on guard all the time. And it’s dark here. Your wings are black, so it won’t be conspicuous.”

Yin Ren looked at Zhong Chengshuo in shock.

He actually dared to think about it comprehensively?

“You… What do you want them for?” Yin Ren tried his best to keep his smile steady—well, it was him who said “you can do anything”, so he had to maintain the confidence of the strong, or rather, the last trace of his dignity.

Zhong Chengshuo said, “Hold and sleep.”

When he said this, he flushed from his neck to his face, as if he were saying something extremely explicit.

Yin Ren lay on the bed like a corpse and looked at the cracked ceiling. At this moment, the cracks in his confidence were more obvious than those in the ceiling—facts had proven once again that he really didn’t understand what was going on in Zhong Chengshuo’s head.

But Lord Ghost King still did what he promised. The ends of the long hair gathered and melted, gradually condensing into a ball of translucent black wings. They jumped gently into Zhong Chengshuo’s hands, softly, just enough for him to hold them.

Zhong Chengshuo held them to his chest, as if he were holding a bouquet full of black flowers.

“Thank you,” Zhong Chengshuo murmured with obvious satisfaction in his voice. “I especially like this part of you.”

“You’re welcome.” Yin Ren laid flat with his hands dangling on the edge of the blanket, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing, “I especially like this part of you”, he suddenly didn’t want to know in what form of his did Zhong Chengshuo liked.

With the cluster of wings in his hand, Zhong Chengshuo stopped reading his book. He hurriedly went back to his side of the bed, took off his glasses, covered himself with the thin blanket, and pressed it firmly to his chest, as if he were afraid Yin Ren would regret it.

After lying down, Zhong Chengshuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, burying his face in the warm wings.

It felt wonderful to the touch, like embracing a warm water bag with many silk noodles, but it was even softer and more elastic than a warm water bag. The wings were stained with Yin Ren’s smell. Zhong Chengshuo sniffed the warm and pleasant aroma, breathing quickly and evenly.

This was hard for Yin Ren.

He continued to imitate being a coffin board on the bed, carefully chewing on his regrets—those wings weren’t particularly at his command. Typically, he couldn’t control the touch of those wings.

Now they were like tender flesh that had just grown out of a wound; they were so unbelievably sensitive that they itched when they were breathed on. This was great. Not only was Zhong Chengshuo hugging them tightly, he also directly attached his warm breath at a distance of zero.

Those beautiful hands reached into the wings. Their ten fingers were deeply inserted between the gaps, and they moved unconsciously. The slightly rough fingertips caressed his newborn wings and were accompanied by Zhong Chengshuo’s moist breath, giving a touch that was indescribable.

It was like an extremely long, deep kiss.

Yin Ren’s breathing couldn’t help but become short. After realizing this, he immediately turned off his breathing.

This was not lifting a stone only to smash one’s own foot*. It was clearly summoning a meteorite to one’s own position. Mr. Evil Spirit, who was over a thousand years old, experienced insomnia for the first time tonight.

*Metaphor referring to wanting to harm others but ending up harming yourself (aka shooting yourself in the foot).

He simply turned around and looked at Zhong Chengshuo.

Yin Ren slept by the window. In order to make it easier to hold his wings, Zhong Chengshuo was facing Yin Ren’s bed. The curtains were tightly drawn, but this was no issue for an Evil Spirit who had night vision.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

The wings fluttered softly, adjusting their posture in Zhong Chengshuo’s arms. One of the wings was next to Zhong Chengshuo’s lips, soft and a little cold.

The trajectory for Zhong Chengshuo’s life should be extremely standard. It was impossible for such a person to become “King Yama” for no reason, let alone driving a serial murderer insane just out of sheer curiosity. He had to have a clear goal.

Studying him as an evil being may also be within that goal… But since they became closer, Zhong Chengshuo hadn’t mentioned it any longer.

Hair, blood, a small part of his body—if Zhong Chengshuo was willing to explain it to him, Yin Ren didn’t mind giving it out. He was also curious about his situation that he wished someone would figure it out with him.

However, Zhong Chengshuo had ruled him out, but he still showed interest in studying other evil creatures.

Yin Ren couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t know whether he was the strawberry left on the cake for the end, or the “research sample” that was ruled out by the other party because of his affair. Before he could see this person clearly, he couldn’t do things unreservedly.

“What on earth do you want to do?”

The wings swayed, leaning closer to Zhong Chengshuo’s arm.

If one day they could become “accomplices” in the true sense, what would that be like?

Yin Ren’s head was spinning for hours before he finally managed to close his eyes. He left a few waking strands of hair to watch Xiang Jiang’s movements, as the rest of his body fell into deep sleep.

He had a dream that he hadn’t had in a long time.

Yin Ren rarely dreamed. Even in more than a thousand years of deep sleep, he had never dreamed of anything. And in this place, this night, he dreamed of the past.

That was a very, very long time ago. He dreamed of dilapidated villages and wailing villagers. He dreamed of fragments of evil things he had eaten, spilling their dark ghost blood everywhere.

And the severe pain that accompanied his life like a shadow. After sleeping for so long, he thought he had forgotten it.

At the end of the dream, he left the deserted village and stepped onto the rolling mountains.

Yin Ren didn’t like this dream.

But two huge arms stretched out from behind him and held him. Thanks to them, the nightmare was a little bit better. It was just a particularly big dandelion that came with those arms, making him itchy as it rubbed against him.

……

Yin Ren opened his eyes again. The sky was already bright.

Xiang Jiang didn’t visit all night. Zhong Chengshuo still retained the posture when he fell asleep, but his face was buried deeper into his wings. The hairball of his nightcap was caught at the edge of the wing mass, and a small wing was rubbing against it.

Yin Ren took a deep breath and moved his mind. A group of wings swarmed up, rubbing Zhong Chengshuo’s face indiscriminately.

Zhong Chengshuo hugged the group of wings tightly and stuck his head out in a daze. “Morning?”

“Yeah, it’s morning,” Yin Ren replied sadly—he only slept for about two hours last night. Despite the fact that an Evil Spirit wouldn’t be haggard due to insomnia, he still felt he had suffered a heavy loss.

After all, today was still a workday.

Zhong Chengshuo glanced listlessly at Yin Ren. He lowered his head and kissed the edge of the wing closest to him. Yin Ren was surprised by this kiss, and his whole body shook.

This time, he felt Zhong Chengshuo give a light nibble with the tip of his tongue.

“I’m going to see if breakfast is ready.” Yin Ren gasped.

“Okay.” Zhong Chengshuo hugged the mass of wings tightly.

“Then I’ll… Zhong Chengshuo, you should let go first.” Lord Ghost King tried to snatch back his limbs. “I’m not trying to run away. There’s a chance next time.”

“There’s a next time?”

“…There is.” Yin Ren twitched the corners of his mouth as he gave a leathery smile.

He was a little suspicious that he had been calculated against, but he had no proof.

Forget it. Besides, he had already set aside his hair to accompany this guy before, so he could get used to this intimacy sooner. Now the influence had become two-way, so it barely counted as adapting, well, together.

This morning, Yin Ren got two pieces of news. One good, one bad…

The bad news was that the stock of braised vegetables was gone. They could only eat poached egg noodles with soy sauce—ingredients that were all made by Mayor Ren, who seemed pretty busy as she had already left for her office.

The good news was that she left behind a town guide. As long as this guide was around, Shian wouldn’t make the scene too intense.

“My name is Qi Xin, a clerk from the municipal government.” The woman nodded at them. “Are you going to the mine in the south of the town? I’ll accompany you.”

Unlike Mayor Ren, Qi Xin seemed less approachable. She was as thin as a hemp stick, and her hair was tied up in a tight bun. Her brows were slender, and the corner of her eyes had a reddish tint, making her look like she had just attended a funeral.

Her gaze swept across everyone present and finally lingered on Yin Ren.

“The mines in the south of the city are a bit dangerous. Mayor Ren doesn’t believe in evil things, but I need to tell you.”

She continued dryly.

“Over the years, dozens of people have disappeared there.”

The author has something to say:

Xiao Yin: Damn it, my (normal human) kiss!

Xiao Zhong: Buzzing wings are very natural.

It’s a long way to go, for the both of you (……

Kinky Thoughts:

Yin Ren is going to regret giving Zhong Chengshuo permission to do whatever he wants to do… more so than now.