A torrential kiss slammed against his heart, its tide rising and falling, generating ripples that seemed unending…
Overwhelmed, Song Qing choked out, "Stop, stop…"
Finally, Feng Jun released his lips, moved down to his Adam's apple, and branded a love bite there with a teasing flick of his tongue, then relaxed his grip.
"Ah," Song Qing involuntarily arched his back and let out a soft moan. Quickly, he pushed Feng Jun away, "I'm not prepared."
"Why?" Feng Jun stared intently at him, his reddened eyes tinged with a horrifying hue; his rationality was stretched to its limit, teetering on the brink of chaotic madness.
Song Qing readjusted Feng Jun's robe and tidied his own clothes, smoothing his disheveled hair. He sighed, "This is a serious matter that involves forming a spiritual partnership. Although I feel affection for you, my memories are in disarray. I need to clarify many things before getting intimate."
What if during his amnesiac period, he had unknowingly wronged someone, committed a crime, or amassed debts? How could he be worthy of forming a spiritual partnership with Feng Jun then?
Besides, he felt that he should consult Mr. Yue on such a crucial matter. Mr. Yue had been so kind to him and felt like the closest person in his life. Song Qing had a strong sense of trust and intimacy towards Mr. Yue.
The anger that had flared up in Feng Jun from his interrupted desires receded. He asked, baffled, "Even with your amnesia, you still feel affection for me?"
Why? He had changed his appearance, even dressed as a woman.
"I don't know, but I feel something for you," said Song Qing, planting a kiss on Feng Jun's cheek. Recalling the emotions described in that notebook, he smiled, "Perhaps... no matter how many times I lose my memory, or whatever you become, I will fall for you at first sight." He felt inescapably drawn to Feng Jun, irresistibly so.
Feng Jun pondered for a long moment, then touched the love bite on Song Qing's throat, apologizing, "I was too rough. I... I don't know why I acted so impulsively." He had planned to take things slow, but the moment presented itself, and he went too far, almost consuming all that stood before him.
"It's okay, I liked it," Song Qing assured him.
Feng Jun knew Song Qing had a knack for unconsciously uttering tantalizing words. Suppressing his resurgent desires, he wanted to tell him that they had done all this before and that it was okay to forget. They could simply acknowledge their past, form a spiritual bond, and then explore other aspects of their relationship.
But how should he account for everything?
He hesitated...
Cutting straight to the point, Song Qing asked, "Who exactly are you, Feng Jun? I sense you have another name. What was our past like? How did we meet and why did we part?"
Meeting Song Qing's clear gaze, Feng Jun felt a familiar suffocation.
How could he possibly say, "I am Yue Wu Huan, the disgraced one who has been wronged by the world? We met in Jin Feng Mountain Villa, a demonic lair where I was a serving slave and you saved me during my moment of desperation. I am an obsessively infatuated admirer with psychological issues, and my love destroyed your spiritual cultivation, resulting in our separation after you chose the wrong answer in the system and lost your memories."
He didn't want to be Yue Wu Huan, didn't want to face the past or make the same mistakes. He yearned for a fresh start...
"I don't know," Feng Jun gripped Song Qing's sleeve tightly, head bowed, pleading in agony, "Please, don't ask anymore. I truly love you. You said I could be willful..."
When had he become so insatiable? His desires were growing, almost uncontrollably. He wanted everything—a clean slate, a pure relationship, even if it meant acquiring it through deceit.
He responded with a smile that was almost cruel, "I have forgotten everything about the past, not a single memory remains."
Anyone could tell it was a lie, but he wanted to force Song Qing to accept it.
"Don't be sad. You can be willful," Song Qing understood his intentions and ceased his inquiries, comforting him softly, "If my memories bring you pain, then let's... let's do away with them."
"Start anew?" Feng Jun asked quietly.
"Start anew," Song Qing confirmed.
If the other wished to start anew, then he would earnestly pursue him all over again, engage in a sincere relationship, and when the lingering shadows of insecurity had finally dispersed, he would buy a ring, propose earnestly, and strive to be the perfect spiritual partner.
Experiencing the pinnacle of pleasure once more, Feng Jun inhaled the scent at the nape of Song Qing's neck and steadied his breath, "I can still hold back."
Floating on cloud nine, he set aside thoughts of the ultimate contingency plan for the moment. Those two troublesome fools could be dealt with in a gentler fashion.
Song Qing took out pen and paper, and began to write a letter.
Feng Jun glanced at it and realized it was addressed to Mr. Yue. He asked, surprised, "Why are you writing to him?"
"He's been close to me, a reliable elder whom I greatly admire," Song Qing replied, biting the end of his pen as he concentrated on his letter. "I've found someone I want to seriously be with, and I want to inform him. We'll need a witness when we form our spiritual partnership, won't we?"
Suddenly, Feng Jun felt as if he had plummeted from heavenly heights...
He sensed that if the truth ever emerged, he might be doomed.
Could he preemptively "eliminate" Mr. Yue and keep this a secret?
But how?
And what would happen to the heartbroken Song Qing?
...
Song Jin Cheng lay shivering in his bed, hugging his quilt tightly.
Despite being a general underachiever, he possessed an unusually keen vision and observational skills—and an extraordinarily unlucky streak. When he got out of bed to go to the bathroom, he saw a strange shadow cast upon the window across from him.
It appeared as if Miss Feng Jun had entered the room, leading a child named Xiao Bai. A moment later, the window shook, and the shadow of an immense serpent filled almost the entire room. For a moment, he thought to scream, fearing that Miss Feng Jun had been devoured. However, her shadow reappeared next to that of the serpent, and not just that; her shadow seemed to elongate, resembling a man. Terrifying shadows of tendrils sprouted and tightly coiled around the serpent's vital area...
Both shadows vanished in an instant.
He hid behind the window's slit, rubbing his eyes for a while, questioning if what he had seen was an illusion.
After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and Miss Feng Jun gracefully exited the room. Just as Song Jin Cheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed what seemed like a large white snake tail swaying inside the room as she closed the door—identical to the serpent they had encountered during the day.
There was no snake shadow on the window anymore.
Had a protective barrier been cast?
Who, exactly, was Miss Feng Jun?
Terrified beyond measure, Song Jin Cheng watched with wide eyes as Miss Feng Jun carried an ice cream into Song Qing's room. He was at a loss as to how to rescue his brother from the clutches of what seemed like a supernatural being.
Steeling his resolve, he feigned nonchalance as he walked past Song Qingshi's window. Peering through a slight gap in the carelessly closed window, he was stunned to see Miss Feng Jun passionately kissing Song Qingshi. The fool, Song Qingshi, was so enthralled he didn't realize he was entranced by a seductive serpent.
"Wake up, brother! That's a demon disguised as a beauty! A male demon, taller than you by half a head, capable of easily summoning giant snakes! You can't consume him; you'll be consumed! According to the records from senior sister, this demon will likely throw you on the bed, forcefully dominate you, and commit indescribable atrocities—perhaps even consume you afterward! It's a human tragedy!"
Song Jincheng felt faint...
Don't blame him for lacking the courage to rush in and save the day. Even if he had it, it would be a futile, two-for-one deal.
All he could do was silently pray that the demon was interested only in lust, not in taking a life. If Song Qingshi was still breathing come morning, he'd attempt a rescue.
"Ah, why is Brother Qingshi so ill-fated? Losing his memory and abilities was bad enough, even forgetting the name of his goddess, and now he's involved with such a terrifying creature. His luck is even worse than mine."
Song Jincheng tossed and turned, eyes fixed on Song Qingshi's door, waiting for the dawn. When he saw no sign of Feng Jun, he grew increasingly distressed, fearing that Song Qingshi couldn't have made it through the night.
After some thought, he decided to write a letter to Mr. Yue, detailing what he had witnessed. If this turned out to be his last testament, he implored Mr. Yue to inform his parents not to grieve and to exact revenge on the demon for both of them.
Song Jincheng discreetly sent the letter through a messenger bird, then hid under the covers, awaiting his tragic fate.
As the sun rose high, Feng Jun finally emerged from the room, satiated, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Jincheng snuck in to find Song Qingshi lying on the bed, weary, wrapped in a quilt, his long hair disheveled, eyes red and dazed, and a deep kiss mark on his neck. He looked as if he hadn't slept all night. Empathizing, Song Jincheng hurriedly said, "Brother Qingshi, keep your chin up. Every cloud has a silver lining."
Song Qingshi turned, forcing a bitter smile, "It's not that bad, just a little difficult..."
Seeing him put on a brave face, Song Jincheng felt his eyes well up: "You've suffered."
Song Qingshi comforted, "It's fine, I can gradually adapt."
"Don't adapt," Song Jincheng grabbed his hand urgently, "I've already packed our bags and readied the spirit horses. Let's escape before that thing returns!"
Song Qingshi was bewildered. Last night, after sharing their thoughts, Feng Jun had given him various latest research in pharmacology and interesting spell formation diagrams. They had spent the entire night happily engrossed in study. Pharmacology was easy for him, but the spell formations seemed increasingly challenging. He felt outdated, struggling to catch up and realized he needed time to adapt and relearn.
Song Jincheng urged, "Hurry, or we'll be too late."
Sensing Song Jincheng's urgency, Song Qingshi also felt alarmed, "Alright, I'll go get Feng Jun and Xiaobai."
Song Jincheng nearly fainted, wanting to explain.
Suddenly, the window swung open.
Feng Jun cast a terrifying gaze upon him.