Chapter 162 Day 26 of Transmigrating into an Imperial Examination Novel

Chapter 162: The Twenty-Sixth Day of Entering the Imperial Examination Novel

Fang Huaixing, listening to these weird words of comfort and looking at Qin Cang's smug look that said "You lost, but I won't laugh at you," finally couldn't help it; a vein bulged on his forehead.

He let out a cold snicker, his tone turned harsh: "Don't bother, General Qin. I already have a fiancée, and we're deeply in love."

Hmph, he has his sweet little Shuangyu!

Who'd even bother fighting you for a guy!

Qin Cang: "..." Oh, so he has a fiancée? Even better!

An Yi: "..."

Watching these two bickering like children, he finally couldn't help but lightly press his forehead—a bit embarrassing.

Well, he could tolerate it.

He lifted his eyes and shot a warning look at Qin Cang, signaling him to shut up.

With just one look, Qin Cang immediately shut his mouth, all his smugness vanishing instantly.

He quickly tapped his own lips with his fingers and nodded vigorously at An Yi, his eyes innocent and obedient, as if saying: "Sir, I was wrong. I'll be quiet."

Seeing this, the helplessness in An Yi's heart quietly faded, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily lifted into a faint smile.

Embarrassing as it was, it was... kind of cute.

Fang Huaixing: "..."

Watching their wordless eye-game, he was at a loss.

He could skip lunch today—he was already full.

His head just felt a little bright.

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"That's way too hardcore."

"Where the hell did this take me? Is this still a male-focused story?"

"Author: Sigh! This matter is also recorded in the Spring and Autumn Annals!!"

"I'm done."

"..."

An Yi: "..."

He was done too.

Fang Huaixing practically bolted in shame.

He forced himself to discuss a few more lines of classics with An Yi, but his mind had long since drifted far away.

His mind was full of Qin Cang's straightforward, passionate declaration and the strange atmosphere between the two that felt impossible for anyone else to break into.

Whether in his past life or this life, this was his first encounter with gay people.

But if that person were An Yi, he could understand Qin Cang.

Still, understanding was one thing; it didn't mean he was used to it.

Finally finding an excuse to take leave, the moment he stepped out of the study yard, he let out a long, relieved breath.

He glanced back at the courtyard fading into the shadows and twisted his mouth: "Hah! Gay!"

An Yi watched his fleeing figure and couldn't help but chuckle.

Pretty funny, actually.

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A few days later, at night.

Moonlight flowed like water, quietly casting the shadow of the old plum tree's branches on the bluestone slabs, like an ink-wash freehand painting.

Occasionally drifting clouds crossed the night sky, making the moonlight alternately bright and dim, adding to the quiet peace.

An Yi had just finished bathing.

With a slight mental command, the pure special energy inside him began to circulate, quietly flowing through his hair tips, instantly evaporating all moisture from his jet-black hair, leaving no dampness.

His long hair cascaded softly over his shoulders like fine black satin, gleaming with a healthy, lustrous sheen under the cold moonlight, making his already fair skin appear even more translucent, as if he had a built-in soft filter.

He wore a plain moon-white sleeping robe, soft and loose in cut, only loosely tied at the waist with a thin sash of the same color.

An occasional night breeze stirred his sleeves slightly, and the soft fabric clung to his body, faintly outlining his slender shoulders and lean, flexible waist.

Though not exaggerated, it possessed a natural grace, and in the hazy moonlight, it revealed a breathtaking, untainted beauty.

He was tilting his head slightly, gazing at the nearly full moon in the sky; his profile was as perfect as if carved from jade, with long lashes casting faint shadows.

"Creak—"

The door of the adjacent room was gently pushed open.

Qin Cang, hearing no more movement outside and figuring An Yi had already gone to bed, came out with a wooden bucket to clean up.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his eyes were immediately drawn to the figure bathed in moonlight in the courtyard.

With that single glance, he froze in place, stunned.

The An Yi before him had dropped the gentle mask he wore by day. Now, with his long hair loose and his sleeping robe unbound, in the quiet moonlight, he seemed to have let his guard down completely, revealing a fragile, almost otherworldly purity.

It was a shock that transcended gender and struck straight to the soul, making Qin Cang’s heart skip a beat and his breath hitch.

As if sensing something, An Yi snapped out of his moonstruck trance and slowly turned his head.

Moonlight flowed over the perfect contours of his face, casting tiny specks of silver into his bright eyes.

Seeing Qin Cang rooted at the doorway, a soft smile naturally lit up his eyes.

Qin Cang only grew more rigid at that smile.

His gaze, beyond his control, slid from An Yi’s smiling eyes down to his neck, which seemed to glow under the moonlight, then further down to the delicate collarbone barely visible at the robe’s loose collar.

Finally... it landed on the waist, outlined by a thin belt.

That waist... it looked... so slim... like he could wrap his hand around it.

An indescribable heat shot straight to his head and instantly flooded his body; his blood felt like it was boiling.

Qin Cang’s mouth went dry and his throat tightened.

Almost on instinct, he stared right at that spot.

Then, as if compelled, he slowly, stiffly... looked down at that traitorous part of his body that had clearly reacted.

“Boom—!”

Blood rushed straight to his head. Qin Cang turned red from his face down to his neck and even the backs of his hands—all flushed.

An Yi followed his gaze and looked down too. Then: “...”

His smile faded.

As calm and detached as he usually was, he found himself at a loss for words for once.

An Yi had seen him. Panicking, Qin Cang spun around to bolt back into the room, but in his flustered rush, he smacked his head hard against the doorframe!

“Thud—!”

A dull thud, especially clear in the quiet night.

An Yi even raised an eyebrow, the random thought popping up: That sound... it was pretty solid.

Did it sound good? If so, it was a good head.

Qin Cang’s vision went black from the impact, and a sharp pain instantly throbbed at his forehead, but at that moment he couldn’t care about that.

Overwhelmed by intense shame, he forced himself to endure the dizziness and pain, scrambled back into the room, and slammed the door shut with a loud “bang”, producing a huge noise.

An Yi: “...”

He stared at the still-shaking door, at a loss for what expression to put on.

He had never encountered a situation like this before.