Now that the truth was revealed and hazy mories restored, Wen Qinxi opened his eyes with clarity. The fact that he was a super handso rman was exciting in itself that he couldn't wait to play in the water like a toddler in a kiddie pool lacking self-awareness.
If it were up to him he would have dashed out of the room right now and took off his clothes along the way before doing a cannonball into the lake like the kids at spring break.
Wen Qinxi sat up straight with his gaze straying towards the sleeping Qie Ranzhe. The sun had partially risen from the horizon but the sect leader was sleeping so peacefully with no signs of waking up which was in itself unusual.
An incontestable desire to touch Qie Ranzhe grew within him as he eyed that handso side profile that looked especially tantalizing under the morning sun.
Wen Qinxi crawled over till he lay on top of the defenceless sect leader. He was especially careful in his movents as he crawled over. This was because he didn't want to wake the sleeping man. This silent and inattentive version of Qie Ranzhe was incredibly rare to see so Wen Qinxi took in this sight to his heart's content and engraved it in his mory.
Since he now knew the reason why Qie Ranzhe couldn't make a breakthrough, Wen Qinxi decided to break the seal that was holding the sect leader back. The only problem was that he wasn't a saint.
Since his prey found its way to his den then it would be a sha if he didn't teach this sect leader a lesson. Besides, he wanted to claim his territory in front of those harem mbers and give them sothing to talk about.
Using his regained mories, he channelled his internal energy to the palm of his left hand and pressed it against Qie Ranzhe's chest with his head leaning down creating an ambiguous posture. Wen Qinxi was almost straddling Qie Ranzhe with his lust-filled eyes peering at the sect leader's lips like a hungry wolf.
He whispered sothing from mory as a blue light shone on Qie Ranzhe's chest freeing the man from what was holding him back. In all this Qie Ranzhe felt nothing which ant he didn't feel Wen Qinxi's lips touch his. Seeing that Qie Ranzhe didn't wake up from that kiss, Wen Qinxi grew brazen sucking and biting on the man's tender lips with verve. Talk about giving an inch and they will take a mile.
Wen Qinxi seed to have opened pandora's box because he found himself unable to stop. He even went as far as being handsy touching the sect leader with his free hand. If it weren't for the seal breaking, he would have continued. Only the heavens know how far he would have gone if it weren't for that.
He got up from on top of Qie Ranzhe and looked down at the bruised lip in satisfaction. It was like a beautiful rosebud in the middle of a snowy winter. This gorgeous sight was srising that Wen Qinxi couldn't resist caressing.
He brushed Qie Ranzhe's lips with his thumb and whispered, "As long as we are still in this ga you can only belong to ."
Satisfied, Wen Qinxi pecked the corner of Qie Ranzhe's lips and got up to wash up. When he was done he decided to go hunting for so breakfast. It seed removing such an intricate seal left him peckish but before he left, he created a barrier on the bedroom door.
The barrier was soundproof and secure that no one could get in and only Qie Ranzhe could get out. With so many ladies prancing around the sect while flaunting their assets he couldn't be reassured. This was his subtle way of protecting his naive little rabbit.
As soon as he entered the main hall of the house, Wen Qinxi was dumbstruck to find a group of won sitting on a round table while chatting happily. They were obviously waiting for the sect leader to show up so they could eat breakfast together.
As expected the won all turned to look in his direction but their bright smiles sank when they saw who it was. Wen Qinxi couldn't help but feel a little displeased by this. Yeah sure, he wasn't as handso as their sect leader but did they have to show their disappointnt unreservedly?
Wen Qinxi didn't focus so much on this ambling over to the table with great confidence. He took a seat and said, "Well, there is no need for you to wait for your sect leader. He is going to sleep in today," explained Wen Qinxi before he started digging into the als.
These als were prepared for the sect leader by the concubines who were trying to win Qie Ranzhe's heart which ant they were both delicious and high end. Qie Ranzhe enjoyed the al very much ignoring the daggers being sent his way.
At least there was one sensible woman among them. She neutralized the intense gun powder accumulating in the room and said, "Sect leader Qie must be a little tired from all the travelling so how about we eat first." Her words had the rest of the group grumbling under their breath in complaint.
Wen Qinxi took a sip of his tea and said, "No it's not from that," stirring up shit on purpose.
The ladies put down their cutlery staring at him with expressions that seed to say 'explain yourself' that is apart from one girl who was biting her lower lip in anxiety.
Wen Qinxi noticed her actions from his peripheral view and knew who his first victim would be. He noted down her na in his death note. This young miss seed ridden with guilt which ant she must be the one that had Qie Ranzhe running to his room for a sleepover.
"What does this dage an by it wasn't from that?" asked one of the won wearing a pink ruqun (ancient Chinese outfit for won) showing off so cleavage. She was tired of waiting for this man to explain so she urged him on for an answer.
Wen Qinxi didn't imdiately respond purposefully building suspense like an excellent storyteller striking when the pot is just about to boil over. "How do I say this....," he said creating a dramatic effect, "it seems soone kept him busy last night so....."
The implication was obvious and these won naturally understood. Because they were in the exact sa situation they had developed a sisterly friendship burying the hatchet in a truce. Since Qie Ranzhe was never interested in any of them, their hearts eased allowing them to form a sisterly bond as weak as a model of the Eiffel Tower made out of popsicle sticks by an eighth-grader.
But that shabby looking tower was about to collapse with a small nudge from his pinky finger. Wen Qinxi suppressed a cunning smile as he took a sip of his tea.
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