Chapter 155: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (16)

Chapter 155: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (16)

Song Chuyi felt darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

Why won't Wenren Shu listen?!

“But…” Song Chuyi’s long lashes fluttered slightly, and the tip of his nose turned red, carrying a hint of a whiny tone, “It really hurts.”

Wenren Shu gently lifted him onto his lap, his large hand wrapped around his slim waist.

He placed his head on Song Chuyi’s shoulder, and by slightly turning his head, his lips brushed against his neck.

“It’s okay.”

His voice was gentle.

“The royal physician said this medicine is very effective.”

“You’ll be better in a day.”

Song Chuyi raised his hand and tugged at Wenren Shu’s sleeve, speaking softly, “I want to rest for a few days, alright?”

“Brother Wenren~”

“Alright.” Wenren Shu agreed without a moment’s hesitation, “I won’t let A'Chu take the initiative.”

Song Chuyi’s brow twitched, and a bad feeling stirred in his chest.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Wenren Shu say, “Leave everything to me.”

Song Chuyi: …

No matter what he tried, Wenren Shu wouldn’t budge.

Alright, he’d just give up!

Seeing that Song Chuyi had stopped talking, Wenren Shu lightly pecked his lips.

“A'Chu is so obedient.”

If only A'Chu could stay this obedient forever.

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As expected, the royal physician’s ointment was as effective as Wenren Shu had said.

By the next day, Song Chuyi was back to his usual energetic self.

Of course, it didn’t last long before Wenren Shu dragged him back to the imperial bedroom.

Two days later, it was time for another round of medication.

This cycle repeated for a whole month, driving Song Chuyi to his breaking point.

He needed to get out and have some fun!

While Wenren Shu was summoned by the emperor, Song Chuyi left a note and limped out of the National Preceptor’s residence.

Outside the National Preceptor’s residence, three groups of people were already waiting.

Noticing a handsome young man leaving the National Preceptor’s residence, they quickly reported back to their master.

Song Chuyi strolled out at his own pace.

This was his first time venturing outside, and since he didn’t know the way, he simply walked forward randomly, unsure of his destination.

Before he knew it, he found himself outside the temple.

The temple’s heavy doors were sealed shut. He took a peek through the gap and realized it was a temple, which immediately piqued his interest.

He quietly pushed the door open, slipped inside, and quickly closed it behind him.

The temple was empty. Two candles flickered weakly before the deity’s statue.

The statue wasn’t very big, only about half a person’s height.

The deity’s face was gentle and kind, as if watching over the world with compassion.

Song Chuyi walked up to the statue and examined it.

A faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air, quite pleasant to the senses.

Yet, Song Chuyi found the scent a bit strange.

Before he could fully process it, the temple door creaked open.

A sliver of light slipped in, only to be swallowed by the towering figure that stepped inside.

The light fell on Song Renshu, but he blocked it from spreading into the temple.

Then, the temple door slowly closed.

Song Chuyi didn’t expect Song Renshu to arrive so quickly and curiously asked, “How did you find me?”

“Ah, Chu smells nice.” Song Renshu’s lips curled into a soft smile, seemingly not angry about his unauthorized departure.

He took long strides toward Song Chuyi, stopping when he was two steps away. He gently stroked Song Chuyi’s cheek with his hand.

“I put soul-guiding incense on Ah Chu.”

A butterfly emerged from behind Song Renshu, fluttering its wings before settling on Song Chuyi’s shoulder.

“This is a soul-guiding butterfly.”

“It helped me find Ah Chu.”

Song Chuyi had a sudden realization, “So that’s how it is.”

He raised his hand, and the soul-guiding butterfly gently flapped its wings, landing on Song Chuyi’s fingertip.

Song Renshu’s eyes darkened, a shadow passing over them.

A soul-guiding butterfly… what qualifications did it have to touch his Ah Chu?

An inexplicable gust of wind blew, and a strong wind knocked the soul-guiding butterfly to the ground.

With a surge of his inner energy, Song Renshu turned the soul-guiding butterfly to ash.

"You..." Song Chuyi was genuinely taken aback. "You know martial arts?"

"Yes." Wen Ren Shu didn't hide it from him. "I'm very skilled. A'Chu will be safest by my side."

His large hand gently grasped Song Chuyi's jaw, and he leaned in for a kiss.

After the kiss, Song Chuyi's body went limp and he collapsed into his arms.

A wave of heat washed over him.

Not just because of Wen Ren Shu, but also from the intense scent of sandalwood.

Illusions seemed to appear before his eyes.

An endless wasteland spread out before him.

Song Chuyi's pupils gradually dilated.

It felt as though he was wandering through an endless wasteland, surrounded by a familiar sense of loneliness.

From the moment of his birth, he had been alone.

He loved to chat, but apart from the bleak wind, nothing could respond to him.

One day, even the wind disappeared.

He struggled for a long time before finally transforming into a human form.

His favorite thing to do was find humans to talk to. They all looked the same, yet each one was unique.

They were interesting.

Some plotted for half their lives but could put aside all schemes for a lollipop.

Some were kind and beautiful but could also pick up a cleaver due to restrictive rules.

And there were those who would tell him they hoped he could have a good sleep.

"A'Chu?"

"A'Chu."

Wen Ren Shu's voice rang in Song Chuyi's ears.

His pupils gradually focused, and the light brown irises had somehow turned into a deep coffee color.

The wasteland before Song Chuyi's eyes turned into Wen Ren Shu's face.

He slowly curled his lips into a smile, seductive and bewitching.

He pushed Wen Ren Shu down onto the ground and sat on his lap.

His slightly upturned eyes exuded a charm he rarely showed, and even his slightly raised neck was tinged with allure.

"Brother Wenren, I'm right here~"

His voice was soft and enchanting, making Wen Ren Shu's heart flutter.

This temple had always only been accessible to each generation's royal advisor and their disciples.

Each successive chief priest has harbored deep hallucinations.

Song Chuyi once believed it was fate's choice, but now he understood.

It was the sandalwood in this temple that was to blame.

It evoked the deepest desires in people's hearts, amplifying them and tormenting the minds of every chief priest.

It's a testament to his strength that Song Renshu didn't lose his mind after decades of hallucinations.

Now, he was ensnared by it as well.

It didn’t matter—his desires were right there for the taking.

Song Chuyi couldn’t hold back a soft laugh.

His fingertips grazed Song Renshu's collar, gently pulling it open.

"Feed me, will you~"

The candles flickered wildly, as if protesting their indulgence.

The once-benevolent deity’s statue now seemed eerily distorted.

Song Renshu had never seen A'Chu so bold, so passionate, so breathtakingly beautiful.

A breathtaking beauty unfolded before him.

The scent of sandalwood wafted over, as if deepening the hallucinations in his mind.

Shadows converged in his vision, distorting Song Chuyi's form into a towering, clawed darkness that lunged at him.

A hint of blood red colored Song Renshu's eyes.

He sat up, one arm around Song Chuyi's slender waist, the other hand spread out, pushing forward with a gust of wind.

The candles went out, and the deity’s statue shattered.

The hallucinations vanished, leaving only A'Chu's figure in his sight.

"A'Chu."

"A'Chu."

"My A'Chu."

The light of my life, my desire, my sin.

My god.