BAAF Chapter 93

A faint mysterious fragrance permeated the air. Shen Liuxiang deliberately sniffed it, looking thoughtful.

 

For Shen Liuxiang, who had been affected by the Love Flower Gu, the mysterious fragrance floating in the dwelling had an effect as mild as a tickle. Thus, he sniffed for quite a while before feeling even a slight reaction.

 

In an instant, he understood Zhou Xuanlan’s predicament.

 

With one hand gripped by Zhou Xuanlan and unable to break free, while Zhou Xuanlan stared at him with an unpredictable gaze, likely pondering something, Shen Liuxiang reached for his storage pouch with his other hand. Instead of arguing about whether he was real or fake, he prepared to first have Zhou Xuanlan swallow a Clear Fall Pill.

 

This pill, given by Father Emperor, would dispel any inner restlessness when swallowed, achieving a state of absolute emptiness.

 

Shen Liuxiang’s fair, slender fingers hooked onto a jade bottle in the pouch, but just as he was about to take it out, his movement suddenly paused, and his five fingers silently curled back.

 

At that moment, Zhou Xuanlan released him, sending him several feet away.

 

Shen Liuxiang staggered back, barely managing to stop himself by leaning against the wall. He heard a deep voice echo in this small space: “If you don’t want to die, stay away from me.”

 

After speaking, Zhou Xuanlan closed his eyes and entered meditation, trying to bring his disturbed emotions back on track.

 

He didn’t know who was behind this, but their method of deception was masterful. Even though he had been on guard, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the real Shen Liuxiang.

 

But how could it be such a coincidence?

 

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, channeling spiritual energy to suppress the heat within his body, gradually eliminating the foreign substance that had entered his meridians. Although the process was difficult to endure, if he could just hold on, he should be able to return to normal in a few hours.

 

However, Zhou Xuanlan hadn’t anticipated that the person he’d driven away would be bold enough to approach again, rubbing against him.

 

“I am real,”

 

Shen Liuxiang pounced on the cross-legged figure from behind, wrapping his arms around the long neck, murmuring in Zhou Xuanlan’s ear: “I am real, why don’t you believe me?”

 

The familiar scent enveloped him from behind, completely Shen Liuxiang’s smell.

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s breath caught, and when he spoke, his tone was rigid, carrying a hint of dangerous warning: “Leave.”

 

Shen Liuxiang began to play dumb: “Go where?”

 

A vein throbbed on Zhou Xuanlan’s temple. Having endured to the limit, he opened his dark, deep eyes.

 

Bang—!

 

The spirit tree by the clear pond shook, scattering crystalline leaves on the ground.

 

The handsome young man was pinned against the tree, his slender, fragile neck gripped by one hand. He blinked his phoenix eyes, innocently asking: “What are you doing? I didn’t do anything to you, why are you angry?”

 

Zhou Xuanlan stared intently at the person before him.

 

Having his neck held yet showing no fear, displaying complete trust toward him, it was simply…

 

Every part of Zhou Xuanlan’s body was screaming “Master,” “Master,” desperately wanting to embrace him immediately.

 

He took a deep breath, barely finding a shred of reason: “Reverse scale.” The location of the reverse scale was known only to Master in the entire world.

 

Shen Liuxiang raised an eyebrow, lifted his index finger, and poked the hand on his neck. “Let go.”

 

The long fingers released him at the sound, revealing that no red marks were left on the young man’s fair neck—Zhou Xuanlan hadn’t applied any force at all, merely trying to intimidate.

 

Shen Liuxiang coughed lightly, pretending to rub his neck, while his gaze fell from Zhou Xuanlan’s face, stopping at a certain spot on his neck and shoulder.

 

Silence surrounded them for a moment. Shen Liuxiang reached out, embraced the figure in the dark robe, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and through the clothing, with a hint of retaliation, gently bit down on the spot where the reverse scale was.

 

Under the spirit tree, the young man’s voice rang out, tinged with a smile.

 

“Found it, right here.”

 

The thread of reason in Zhou Xuanlan’s mind snapped instantly, and he pushed the person back against the tree.

 

His back hit the thick trunk. Shen Liuxiang was stunned, and before he could react, his chin was lifted by a slender hand, and a shadow fell over his eyes.

 

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head and captured the rosy lips. His hand at Shen Liuxiang’s waist, filled with urgency and impatience, went straight to the slender red sash. His well-defined fingers hooked one end and pulled open the tightly bound sash.

 

A warm palm invaded, separated only by a thin inner garment, roaming over the young man’s slender waist.

 

Shen Liuxiang’s body stiffened. He raised his hand to push against the broad chest in front of him, turned his face away, escaping the thin lips ravaging his own, and took a moment to breathe lightly, “Don’t touch…”

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s movements paused, seeing the person in his arms lower his dark lashes, his voice trembling slightly, “Don’t touch… don’t touch my waist.”

 

Shen Liuxiang’s waist was very sensitive, unable to withstand the caressing that had reached it.

 

But clarifying in such a manner was like pouring oil on fire. In an instant, he was pressed against the tree, his fingers tightening on the dark robe, his body trapped in Zhou Xuanlan’s embrace, trembling uncontrollably.

 

Soon, the tree branches hanging above them swayed without wind.

 

A few leaves fell, along with the slender red sash hanging at Shen Liuxiang’s waist, landing on the ground together.

 

The sound of tearing clothes echoed in midair.

 

Shen Liuxiang’s body cooled as he felt his first moment of intimidation.

 

Facing Zhou Xuanlan, who had lost his reason and was deep in passion, Shen Liuxiang could feel the other’s strong desire to take him right there and then.

 

 

He truly became somewhat afraid.

 

Although he usually acted bold in his daily life, when it actually came to this moment, Shen Liuxiang was particularly flustered, almost wishing he could be a little turtle that could retract into its shell.

 

But at this moment, he had nowhere to hide. His back was against the tree, and in front of him was Zhou Xuanlan, who had lost his reason to desire.

 

There was no escape.

 

The pressure from Zhou Xuanlan was too strong. Shen Liuxiang felt his breathing becoming difficult, his handsome face paling slightly. His fingers tightened on Zhou Xuanlan’s arms as he couldn’t help but push against him.

 

But regardless of how much force he applied, to Zhou Xuanlan it was merely like a tickle, unable to stop him in the slightest.

 

Shen Liuxiang had tasted the Love Flower Gu before and knew that in this situation, the hope of Zhou Xuanlan regaining clarity was slim. Raising his hands to push him away was just an instinctive action.

 

But unexpectedly, Zhou Xuanlan, who had been pressing against him, gradually stopped his movements. His deep eyes gazed at the face so close to his, taking in the panicked expression completely.

 

Master… is unwilling.

 

This realization hit him like a thunderbolt, making Zhou Xuanlan instantly clear-headed.

 

His scattered consciousness gradually gathered. Staring at the figure wearing only a loose inner garment, shrinking in his embrace and trembling slightly, he fell silent for a moment. “…Master, don’t be afraid.”

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s deep voice was slightly hoarse as he suppressed the desire to indulge his instincts. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, yet he made an effort to release Shen Liuxiang, softly comforting the uneasy person: “This disciple won’t touch you anymore, don’t be afraid.”

 

Shen Liuxiang was the only person he cherished deeply, and Zhou Xuanlan couldn’t bear to force him in any way.

 

This sudden change made Shen Liuxiang pause, his complexion gradually returning to normal. Looking at the figure who had stepped back, he called out with a complex expression: “Zhou Xuanlan.”

 

Zhou Xuanlan paused: “I’m here.”

 

He spoke gently: “Master need not worry. Find a place to rest for a while. Once this disciple meditates for a bit, I will be able to…”

 

Before he could finish, his wide sleeve was tugged by a jade-white hand.

 

Shen Liuxiang lowered his head slightly, a faint blush spreading from behind his ears across his fair skin. His words were unprecedentedly stumbling: “I’m not, not unwilling… just a bit nervous… Actually, I have a Clear Fall Pill, but I don’t want to give it to you.”

 

Shen Liuxiang’s cheeks grew hot: “Do you understand what I mean?”

 

After asking, Shen Liuxiang noticed Zhou Xuanlan’s breathing becoming more rapid. As he looked up at him, a shadow passed before his eyes. Zhou Xuanlan bent down, one arm around Shen Liuxiang’s waist, the other passing under his knees, lifting him up horizontally. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he strode toward the inner chamber.

 

The slender red sash and torn outer robe were left under the spirit tree, with a few leaves drifting down upon them.

 

This cave dwelling was spacious and open, with a serene environment. The stone walls were inscribed with some high-level spells, likely created by some reclusive cultivator of profound cultivation.

 

The inner chamber was extremely simple in layout, or perhaps everything else had decayed over time, leaving only a large warm jade bed.

 

In the dim light, the high-quality soft jade emitted a warm, lustrous glow.

 

A dark robe was spread on the warm jade bed, followed by the slender figure wearing only a thin inner garment being placed upon it.

 

The young man’s red ribbon that had bound his hair had slipped off at some point, and his black hair was disheveled, spread across the bed. His inner garment was snow-white, contrasting with the dark robe beneath, creating an especially enticing scene.

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s gaze was extremely deep. He lowered his head to kiss the rosy, soft lips, his palm falling on the only covering on the person beneath him, slowly removing it, and discarding it along with his own undergarments beneath the bed.

 

The eternal starry night in the secret realm suddenly began to rain.

 

Sometimes it was a fierce downpour, with raindrops pattering loudly in the depths of the forest, and sometimes it was a gentle, prolonged drizzle, softly nourishing all things in the secret realm.

 

In the inner chamber untouched by the rain, the warm jade bed was filled with intimate scenes.

 

Shen Liuxiang knew that Zhou Xuanlan had been afflicted by a love poison and would inevitably be somewhat demanding, but he hadn’t expected it to be so intense and prolonged.

 

He was already finding it hard to bear, but the burning heat from Zhou Xuanlan hadn’t diminished in the slightest; rather, it seemed to be growing stronger.

 

Shen Liuxiang bit his lip tightly. After an unknown amount of time, he couldn’t help but ask Zhou Xuanlan to stop.

 

But Zhou Xuanlan, having tasted the sweet nectar, even with his strong self-control and deep care for him, could not possibly stop at this moment. His thin lips moved to Shen Liuxiang’s ear, softly coaxing: “Master, bear with it a little longer, it will be over soon.”

 

Outside, the rain was heavy.

 

Wind blowing in from somewhere struck the spirit tree, causing the crystal-clear leaves to rustle down, accompanying the clothes and sash on the ground that had lost their owner.

 

Inside the room, light and shadow intermingled as time passed exceedingly slowly.

 

Shen Liuxiang’s consciousness became somewhat scattered, his entire body enveloped in Zhou Xuanlan’s aura. His fingers, hanging over the dark robe, weakly curled.

 

He was so exhausted that he didn’t even have the strength to resist, breathing lightly, wanting to rest for a while, but Zhou Xuanlan was still passionately aroused, without the slightest hint of satisfaction on his face, continuing to draw Shen Liuxiang into an endless session of lovemaking.

 

Finally, the handsome young man, crying and shaking his head, broke free from the restraint and tried to leave the bed, but was instantly caught by Zhou Xuanlan and pressed back underneath him.

 

“One last time, Master,” Zhou Xuanlan kissed him soothingly. “I promise.”

 

Shen Liuxiang’s consciousness was hazy. Hearing this, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he reluctantly nodded, not expecting that this “last time” would also end several hours later.

 

In the end, when Zhou Xuanlan finally released him, he let out a low sob and completely fainted.

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s thin lips curved slightly, his deep gaze filled with tenderness. He lowered his head slightly and kissed Shen Liuxiang’s sweaty forehead, then took out a clean outer robe from his storage pouch, draped it over the sleeping figure, and wrapped him up before lifting him from the warm jade bed.

 

By the spirit tree was a natural pool, very clear.

 

Zhou Xuanlan cleaned Shen Liuxiang’s body thoroughly, stepped out of the water, and glanced at the storage pouch among the torn clothes beneath the tree.

 

Without its owner’s spiritual power, it naturally couldn’t be opened.

 

Zhou Xuanlan chose a dark inner garment of excellent quality from his own clothes and dressed Shen Liuxiang in it.

 

His clothes were quite large for Shen Liuxiang, hanging loosely on his body. As Zhou Xuanlan gathered him back into his arms, the shoulder of the garment slipped down, revealing most of his snow-white shoulder, along with the intimate red marks left upon it.

 

Zhou Xuanlan’s gaze darkened, and the hand embracing Shen Liuxiang’s slender waist tightened slightly.

 

After a moment, he lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms. The handsome, fair face was slightly tilted to the side, eyes closed, and even in deep sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed.

 

It seemed he was exhausted to the extreme.

 

Zhou Xuanlan slowly restrained his thoughts. After all, it was Master’s first time, and he couldn’t bear to tire him too much.

 

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