Chapter 111: Demon King Tower

Chapter 111: Demon King Tower

He narrowed his eyes, extremely dissatisfied with Meng Shu's reaction, and nastily tugged at Meng Shu's cheek, "Speak! It's at eighty now—you've caught me, I'm your cat. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

So this is what Ling Qingjue looks like when he's angry?

Meng Shu was genuinely stunned by the kiss. He had thought that Ling Qingjue, who was so good at pretending, wouldn't take the initiative to kiss him, that all the control was in his own hands.

But Ling Qingjue did kiss him, without any warning, not giving him a chance to escape, until he was almost suffocating, his lips swollen from the kiss until he finally broke free.

He was unsteady on his feet, and Ling Qingjue wrapped his arms around his waist, continued to press him, "Why do you always like to tease me? Is teasing me that fun? When it actually happens, you want to run away. Is running away from me fun?"

"No..."

Meng Shu swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze, "You, um, were a bit rough."

"Rough?" Ling Qingjue sneered, "If I were really rough with you, would you still be alive?"

As he spoke, he leaned down again, his face gradually approaching, and his hot breath washed over him again. Meng Shu's heart skipped a beat, and every cell in his body tingled, "No more kisses, my lips are swollen..."

Ling Qingjue didn't give a damn. He was past caring, determined to kiss to his heart's content.

"Didn't you want to kiss me until I was wrecked? I'm giving you this chance."

He cupped Meng Shu's head in both hands, not letting him dodge, controlling his every move, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough.

"I really hate you..."

In a daze, Meng Shu heard Ling Qingjue say this: "You always like to tease me, but you never take responsibility... Do you know what I am to you now?"

Meng Shu whimpered, unable to answer. There were so many questions, and he couldn't answer a single one.

Ling Qingjue let him go, cupped his face, his eyes dark green and cold, "What am I to you?"

Meng Shu took a deep breath, suppressing his shyness, his voice as soft as a mosquito's: "Boyfriend."

Ling Qingjue raised an eyebrow: "I didn't catch that."

Your cat ears are way too good!

Meng Shu knew he was doing it on purpose, forced out, "Boyfriend."

"And I'm your cat, your person. You have to treat me well." Ling Qingjue paused, "In the future, I might become your husband. You'll have to come back with me to the Cat Clan and be the chieftain's mate."

"...Can't I just be a knight?"

Ling Qingjue thought for a moment, looking troubled, then said cheekily, "Ah, if you can beat me, I'll follow you. If you can't, you'll follow me."

Meng Shu didn't even know how he ended up sitting on the sofa. Ling Qingjue kept stroking his hair, like he was grooming him, saying things he didn't understand.

The Everlasting Flower in the living room had bloomed at some point. Its blue-purple petals were delicate and vibrant, like a cluster of cool-colored flames.

The flower was full of vigorous vitality.

Ling Qingjue let his cat tail unfurl and wrapped it around Meng Shu's waist.

It was very ticklish. Wherever the cat fur brushed, it felt like a fire had been lit.

His high nose bridge rubbed against Meng Shu's cheek, and his tail occasionally swept across the other's body, marking his territory.

Very intimate and familiar.

So this is what being in love feels like? Meng Shu felt like he was walking on a cloud, floating, letting Ling Qingjue touch him without any resistance.

So dumb, so stupid, so silly.

Ling Qingjue rubbed his full lower lip, regretful—it was indeed swollen, he couldn't kiss him anymore.

Meng Shu wasn't dodging anymore. He stared with bright black eyes, his hair slightly messy, the neatly pressed formal wear now rumpled.

"This was my first kiss." Ling Qingjue said after a long pause, "The first time I've kissed someone."

Meng Shu mumbled, "Me neither..."

He bit his lip—it hurt a little.

"So you have to take responsibility for me. If you dare betray me, I'll throw you into purgatory." Ling Qingjue wedged his fingers into his mouth, stopping him from biting his own lip, "Did you hear me?"

Meng Shu nodded slightly, "...I understand."

"I only agreed because your attitude is good. If you don't have genuine feelings for me, I'll still dump you." Ling Qingjue forced him to look at him, "Don't avoid me, don't deceive me, Meng Shu. I'll do anything."

Meng Shu buried his head in his chest, wrapping his arms around his back, muffling, "I really like you. I want to stay by your side forever."

"Is your head made of iron?" Ling Qingjue's chest ached from the impact. He said awkwardly, "Is it that hard?"

Meng Shu laughed again. He looked up at Ling Qingjue's clean face and had to admit that every inch of him was perfectly sculpted. His facial features were sharp and smooth, and when emotional, he had a commanding kind of sexy; usually, he seemed so untouchable.

Balanced between sexy and innocent, a look that only a young man can have.

He admitted he was selfish, a jerk, and up to no good.

Messing with a cat's feelings—he'd end up in hell.

Meng Shu smiled gently, thinking, even if it meant hell, he had to get the cat before he died. That was his only hope. God would forgive him.

Then somehow, both of them suddenly became shy. Ling Qingjue hugged his own cat tail, going back to his usual aloof and distant demeanor.

If not for the bitten lip and rumpled collar, no one would have guessed he had just been kissing for half an hour.

He held his cat tail, absently combing his fur.

Meng Shu still hadn't fully processed the fact that his conquest had succeeded. He looked at the flower again and couldn't help grinning like an idiot.

Ling Qingjue glanced at him and sneered, "Did winning five million scare you stupid?"

Meng Shu touched the petals, turned around, and smiled, "I heard the more beautiful the bloom, the better the relationship. It's so beautiful—does that mean you like me a lot?"

Ling Qingjue paused in his combing, continued combing, and said calmly, "It must be that you like me too much, so the flower bloomed so brilliantly."

"I really like you." Meng Shu returned to his side, leaned in, "Can I help you comb your fur?"

Ling Qingjue didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone cold, "You're too rough, you'll hurt me."

He put down the comb, placed his fluffy tail in Meng Shu's hand, lifted his chin slightly, as if granting a great favor, "I give you permission to touch it."

He had just combed it, so it would feel very soft.

Meng Shu nodded hastily, "Thank you, Kitty."

Ling Qingjue was quiet for a moment, "Meng Shu, I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but since we're together, we have to think about the future. You made a promise to that cat to find Cat Cat Island within three years, so at the latest two years later, I will open the Demon King Tower."

Demon King Tower.

Meng Shu had never heard of this term before.

Ling Qingjue rested his chin on one hand, looking somewhat languid, staring fixedly at him, "It's where I will be imprisoned in the future. After opening the Demon King Tower, Cat Cat Island will naturally appear in the world. Before I become the true Demon King, I will pull Cat Cat Island back from the river of time."

Cat Cat Island's time has been displaced, swept into different times and spaces.

For it to appear in the world, only the Demon King's power can do it.

He pondered for a moment and said deliberately, "In the remaining time, I will give you intensive training. Two years later, when the Demon King Tower opens, you have to come in and defeat me."

"..."

I don't have much future left.

You don't need to enter the Demon King Tower for me.

Meng Shu didn't say it out loud, just smiled, "Okay. Whatever you say."

When the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead finally falls, then the truth will be revealed. Whether it's hate or love, let it all fade away.

Ling Qingjue wasn't very satisfied with his reaction. He looked away, speaking slowly, "The Demon King Tower is very lonely, only me inside. I don't want to stay there too long. According to the rules, unless I am defeated, I can only be locked inside."

He wanted someone to rescue him.

Meng Shu remained silent, but inside he was calculating: maybe in the one year remaining he could try even harder, before dying, help Ling Qingjue fulfill his wish, restore Cat Cat Island, and then rescue Ling Qingjue from the Demon King Tower?