Was it possible to catch a cold from just a moment in the wind?

    Jiang Zheliu was not at all on the same wavelength as Wenren Ye.

    He thought that Wenren Ye meant the wind that had just crept in through the giant hole. He had not completely recovered his senses, so he just lifted his arms and put them around the other’s neck, and after a long pause said: “…… It’s nothing.”

    Wenren Ye still thought that Jiang Zheliu’s body temperature was a little too high, and the scent he was exuding was also far too sweet and unctuous which was confusing his mind.

    The devil’s sensitivity levels were not as strong as the demons, so his reaction to it was not as severe either, but at this moment, Wenren Ye was also losing a bit of focus because of Jiang Zheliu.

    Jiang Zheliu felt incredibly light, Wenren Ye carried him downstairs to get away from the wind, putting him on the soft bed1 by the furnace. Then he was told off by Ah-Chu who shouted loudly in shock, asking Wenren Ye to fix it at least temporarily and then sort it out properly later.

    The little deer’s hooves made a *pitter patter* sound as he jumped up the staircase, stopping at the top of the stairs.

    There was a bell hanging over the upper corner of the soft chair, and the occasional crisp ringing sound was made with the slightest movement of the net around the bed.

    Wenren Ye sat at the edge of the bed watching him.

    He was still the same – falling asleep so easily. The feeling of exhaustion was engraved upon his eyebrows, he had absolutely no energy to do anything. His speech was also cold and the sentences were concise and calm, as if saying even one more sentence would exhausting for him.

    Wenren Ye took off Jiang Zheliu’s outer cloak and outer robe gently, and then covered his shoulders with a soft and light brocade blanket, covering him tightly and even covering a small part of his jaw. His exposed thin lips were slightly pursed. It seemed that due to his abnormal body temperature at this moment, that even the lips were a little dry.

    Wenren Ye took a few more glances at him, but in his heart, a couple more of the little deers began crashing to their deaths. He stared at Jiang Zheliu’s lips without blinking, then lowered his head and moved closer to him, until he could feel Jiang Zheliu’s breath which was actually a little warm.

    ……. What was happening, his body temperature was so odd.

    He was shocked, whilst his heart was continuing to beat nervously, he was having serious trouble trying to think straight. He reached out and shook Jiang Zheliu’s shoulder lightly.

    “Zheliu?”

    No reply, this person had really fallen into a deep sleep.

    He reached into the quilt and pressed his hand against the other’s chest through a thin layer of his undershirt. He realised that Jiang Zheliu’s body temperature had risen far too much, and his mind began to run wild until he remembered that Jiang Zheliu had told him before about the Heavenly Spirit Body’s special characteristics, and he was temporarily relieved.

    But Wenren Ye still wanted to ask after him.

    “Are you sure you’re okay?”

    The little devil was stuck close to his cheek, and he could feel the warm and rich scent that was coming from the other’s breath, which almost lingered around in the air.

    Jiang Zheliu was like a piece of sweet and soft pastry stripped of its packaging, exuding a sweet scent that had been delivered to the tip of his mouth, making him want to take a bite.

    He originally thought that he had good self-control and extraordinary endurance. Then he saw Jiang Zheliu open his eyes slightly. He didn’t know if he understood what he had been saying, but Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and grabbed a hold of his fingers.

    His fingertips were a little moist, but he didn’t have any strength so he was holding Wenren Ye’s hand very softly.

    Wenren Ye had completely forgotten what he wanted to say.

    All that was left was only an uncontrollable impulse in his mind.

    Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes again. He seldom actually got this tired, usually he could at least exchange a few sentences with him, but at this moment, he just slightly shifted more closely to the little devil, resting his head upon his sleeve.

    Jiang Zheliu also loosened the fingers entirely on his hand, as if he was just resting on his hand.

    “Zheliu?” Wenren Ye took a deep breath, guessing that this physique was having an effect on him, “Are you really okay like this? Wake up, I’m worried.”

    He had to be the evil person who wouldn’t let the other person sleep.

    The little devil coaxed patiently before making Jiang Zheliu open his eyes again.

    Those pair of pitch-black eyes were still a little dazed, and he stared at Wenren Ye’s face for a long time, before finally finding a response, and said with not too much certainty: “Should be fine.”

    “Should be?” Wenren Ye asked with a frown.

    “Maybe…” Jiang Zheliu was still a little sleepy at this time, he buried into the quilt and said quietly, “Maybe you should hold me.”

    He spoke in a very calm manner.

    Wenren Ye’s mind went blank.

    He felt that his self-control had been obliterated, his entire body became rigid as he let these words sink in. He didn’t know if he was overthinking things, or Jiang Zheliu was talking nonsense from being too sleepy or was it that the two of them interpreted the contents in different ways…… This sentence was even more bewitching than the sweet and onctuous fragrance overflowing from the other’s body, making his mind completely frozen.

    He looked down at Jiang Zheliu’s hand.

    It was usually pale and colourless. At this time, it was slightly pink, and it was smooth all over, like a piece of jade.

    The Devil Lord swallowed, then gripped Jiang Zheliu’s hand, leaned in towards his lips and kissed the corners of his lips lightly, with a hoarse voice he said: “You won’t be able to……. take it right now.”

    He was taken aback by the sound of his own voice. The concealed passion in his voice was too obvious, it couldn’t be suppressed no matter what.

    Jiang Zheliu was kissed by him, and with his eyes closed he responded vaguely. It was not obvious whether he had heard what the other had said. After a few seconds, when Wenren Ye stopped, he slowly moved closer, tentatively kissing Wenren Ye.

    No one could resist this.

    The little willow’s lips were dry and slightly hot, and the tip of his tongue was soft, swiping lightly across his teeth, as if he wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t have enough strength. Even if he took the initiative, it was also as if he had a desire to resist. He encircled his arms around Wenren Ye’s neck and kissed him slowly, without any real passion. Instead, it seemed more like he was trying to calm Wenren Ye down, like he was feeding his wolfdog some cake.

    It was too sweet.

    “What is it…” His voice was very soft, and it didn’t sound like he was deliberately teasing him.

    “You’re asking me that.” Wenren Ye looked at his red lips, stretched out his hand and touched it a few times, “Wasn’t it you who asked me to hold you?”

    Jiang Zheliu ignored him, and after a long period of thought, he said, “…Just leave it alone, I’ll be fine after I sleep.”

    He could ignore his own burning Heavenly Spirit Body, but he couldn’t ignore the little devil who was also burning up.

    This person had strongly aroused Wenren Ye’s desires, so he certainly wouldn’t be able to calm down so easily. He encircled Jiang Zheliu’s waist, lowered his head to his ear, and said: “If it wasn’t for the fact that you couldn’t take it, I would just keep pestering you. Just to let you know, there are some things that you can’t just randomly say like that.”

    His breath was incredibly hot, hitting the base of his ears making them numb. Jiang Zheliu’s sensitive spots shouldn’t be touched, as soon as they were touched, his waist would weaken. Fortunately, it was not obvious upon the bed, he had made it impossible for Wenren Ye to sleep, so he had to coax him: “I’ve made a mistake this time, are you going to continue to pester me?”

    The little devil moved away the hair around his ears, and then rubbed his fingertips against the base of the other’s ears, when he saw a crimson glow on his snow-white skin, softly dispersing.

    He heard Jiang Zheliu lightly breathe in with some endurance.

    Wenren Ye’s heart was palpitating, he was becoming more and more nervous, it was an almost indescribable feeling. But he couldn’t stop his own hands, and continued to knead Jiang Zheliu’s red ears, then he leaned down and buried himself in Jiang Zheliu’s neck, smelling the coolness of ice and snow mixed with the sweet scent within the other’s body heat.

    His sharp canine teeth nibbled on the frosty skin.

    He evidently didn’t use much force, but Jiang Zheliu’s body flushed red when touched, so delicate, from just one light bite, there was already a tooth mark, and even the surroundings were red.

    Wenren Ye moved up from his neck and licked his earlobe.

    His hand was squeezed tightly.

    Jiang Zheliu’s spirit was completely awake, his body tightened, and his palms were wet. He held onto Wenren Ye’s fingers tightly, and his breath suddenly became messy.

    “You…” He pressed his breath, “Stop messing around.”

    Wenren Ye’s movements stopped for a moment, and then slowly cupped the other’s cheeks, his purple eyes deepened another shade, “Didn’t you like it?”

    It’s not that he didn’t like it.

    Jiang Zheliu avoided his gaze, fearing that he would lose self-control. If he really died on the Devil Lord’s bed, this method of death would be too shameful, he didn’t want it to become an odd tale for all eternity.

    After all, Jiang Xianzun had a wealth of life experience, and he was very capable of empathy. He stretched out his hand to touch the devilish horns, then rubbed his head. He then turned his head to the side, and whispered: “I don’t know how much I need to recover to solve this physical problem.”

    “……Hmm.”

    The little devil was still sulking.

    Who would have thought that the Devil lord could be so angry over this.

    “I was wrong just now.” As the senior, Jiang Zheliu was very magnanimous and never shied away from admitting his mistakes. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

    When his beloved spoke, it was as if he did not have enough breath to speak, the sound of each word that came out was very light and abrupt. The words were not particularly convincing, but his dictation was like his breath as light as a feather, bringing with it a cold sweet fragrance.

    Wenren Ye began to feel excited again.

    Jiang Zheliu didn’t hear his answer, and thought that it was strange, until he felt Wenren Ye’s extremely hard horns against the palm of his hands, he also felt something else very hard that pressed against him.

    Jiang Xianzun, who prided himself on being an elderly person, was silent for a long while, and slowly withdrew his hand, his head buzzing from the size of the thing rubbing against him.

    He moved quietly to the side of the soft bed without batting an eyelid.

    …No way, this wasn’t something mere mortals could take.

    He suddenly developed a strange respect for Chang Qian’s mother, and felt that she was admirable to suffer in the name of love.

    He figured himself to not be as admirable. He simply wanted to hide.

    Not waiting for Jiang Zheliu to move any further away from him, Jiang Zheliu was picked up by Wenren Ye and embraced him in his arms without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

    Jiang Xianzun who had not known fear for a thousand years… was a little scared at that moment.