Chapter 112: This Man’s Face Is Thicker Than City Walls

Chapter 112: This Man's Face Is Thicker Than City Walls

Yan Huaixuan brought him over.

Shen Lian selected a few of them. "Let's go back."

Yan Huaixuan gave a soft "mm" in reply.

After returning to the room, Shen Lian directed Yan Huaixuan on alchemy from the side.

Yan Huaixuan said seriously, "Thanks for the guidance, Master."

Shen Lian: "...I'm not your master, why are you calling me that?"

"Wasn't it A Lian who said that anyone who teaches you can be called Master?" Yan Huaixuan pondered for a moment. "A Lian also said, 'One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.'"

Shen Lian suddenly remembered the time before—he had pestered Yan Huaixuan to teach him the Book of Rites.

But that was all because he deliberately wanted to get close to Yan Huaixuan, and then engage in some other kinky roleplay.

Like the whole "Master" bit, for example.

"That's different. I never agreed to it. Go work on your pills."

Yan Huaixuan smiled. He began to summon the flame in his hand, but he failed on his first attempt.

Shen Lian frowned. "Didn't you nail it on the first try yesterday?"

Yan Huaixuan said, "That's because I'd watched you do it before."

And now Shen Lian couldn't exactly show him how either.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Whatever, just try a few more times."

Yan Huaixuan put on a look of eager, humble study.

But by the fourth try, the fifth try, Yan Huaixuan was staring at completely ruined pills—and the materials were all gone.

Shen Lian's eyes went wide.

Yan Huaixuan said apologetically, "How about we go gather more tomorrow?"

But Shen Lian shot him a look. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"You deliberately messed up the pills so I'd stay stuck in this form?" Shen Lian looked at Yan Huaixuan with suspicion.

Yan Huaixuan let out a sigh. "A Lian, don't you realize how enviable your alchemy talent is?"

"Not everyone can whip up pills as easily as you can."

Hearing that, Shen Lian had no choice but to drop his suspicion. "We'll go gather more tomorrow."

The corner of Yan Huaixuan's mouth curled up slightly. He picked Shen Lian up. "Then let's get some rest?"

But Shen Lian swatted his hand away. "I'm sleeping by myself tonight."

Shen Lian let out a cold laugh. "Otherwise, who knows if some pervert might try something on a cat in the middle of the night."

He'd braced himself for Yan Huaixuan to refuse, but to his surprise, Yan Huaixuan actually nodded. "Fine."

Shen Lian snorted. "Go ask the innkeeper for another room yourself."

"Fine." Yan Huaixuan actually stood up.

Shen Lian was somewhat suspicious at first, afraid that Yan Huaixuan would suddenly come back, but this body of his got way too sleepy. Before long, he was swaying left and right, his head bobbing as he dozed off.

His eyelids grew heavy. Just as Shen Lian was about to face-plant, a big warm hand caught his chin.

Shen Lian instinctively nuzzled into the hand and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know that someone had slipped into the room.

Yan Huaixuan had returned. He gently scooped Shen Lian up and cradled him carefully.

Before long, the kitten in Yan Huaixuan's arms transformed into a long-haired, coldly beautiful man.

Yan Huaixuan gripped Shen Lian's chin. All the restraint from the day—especially that unintentional teasing—was now unleashed completely.

Shen Lian's body went numb all over, yet he couldn't move, helplessly at the man's mercy as his pale skin was groped and stroked all over.

His long, curled lashes fluttered, but his eyes stayed shut.

By the time Yan Huaixuan snapped out of it, there wasn't a spot on Shen Lian's body that wasn't marked—faint red fingerprints everywhere, his body completely limp.

His swollen lips fell open slightly.

Yan Huaixuan could have wiped away all these marks with a single spell, but he didn't.

He stared at the fingerprints, his gaze slowly darkening.

Something was spreading wildly, ripping at his heart.

He let Shen Lian keep those marks all the way until dawn.

When the sky was just starting to brighten, Shen Lian opened his eyes.

He tried to move, only to realize his lips were numb.

Shen Lian: "?"

He looked down—sure enough, Yan Huaixuan was lying right there in his bed, holding him.

Shen Lian ground his teeth and slapped Yan Huaixuan across the face. "Yan Huaixuan, didn't you say you were getting a new room?"

And yet he still snuck back in the middle of the night to kiss him?

Yan Huaixuan was already awake the moment Shen Lian's paw swung at him. Facing Shen Lian's accusation, he stayed totally calm, even going so far as to nibble on Shen Lian's paw.

Feeling the wetness on his paw, Shen Lian realized what Yan Huaixuan had just done.

He immediately bristled and snatched his hand back. "Yan Huaixuan."

Shen Lian stared at his paw, speaking slowly, as if forcing the words out through gritted teeth.

"You're a total pervert, aren't you?"

Even a cat isn't safe from you. To that, Yan Huaixuan gave a slight nod. "Yes."

Shen Lian was done talking to him.

"Quick, go find the Demon Plant."

Yan Huaixuan still had him in his arms, and this time, he messed up twice more.

On the third try, he finally managed to make the pill.

Shen Lian didn't hesitate for a second—he snatched it and swallowed it right away.

Even if he ended up dead or crippled, he refused to be trapped by Yan Huaixuan.

Yan Huaixuan watched Shen Lian's desperate look and gave a small smile.

Still, he just lifted a finger.

Shen Lian suddenly felt his view rise, and his spiritual power came back too.

The first thing he did was swing his hand at Yan Huaixuan.

But Yan Huaixuan grabbed his wrist. "Biting the hand that feeds you? I just found the Demon Plant for you and made the pill."

"Is this how you treat me?" He tugged, and Shen Lian tumbled right into his arms.

Shen Lian shoved him away. "You had it coming."

It was totally unreasonable, but Yan Huaixuan thought Shen Lian was cute like this.

No matter what he did, it was fine.

"Mm, I had it coming," Yan Huaixuan murmured. "You feeling anything else wrong?"

Shen Lian felt like he was punching a pillow.

Yan Huaixuan seemed to have no temper at all now; if he were forceful or mean, Shen Lian could at least fight back.

But now Yan Huaixuan gave in to him on everything, and it wasn't like before, when he'd just say sorry with a bit of force behind it.

Either way, he was set on clinging to him.

Shen Lian also felt a little weird about himself.

He gave Yan Huaixuan a cold stare. "So, you're okay now? If you're okay, I'm heading back to Floating Cloud City. Don't follow me. From now on, we're done."

To his surprise, Yan Huaixuan said, "Okay."

Shen Lian: "So I'm really leaving then?"

He stared at Yan Huaixuan, suspicious.

"You can," Yan Huaixuan said, not moving.

Shen Lian marched out, but within three seconds, Yan Huaixuan let out a low groan.

Shen Lian turned and saw bright red runes crawling all over Yan Huaixuan's face.

They'd been a faint purple before, but now they were a shockingly bright red, standing out against his pale skin in a weird, creepy way.

But his eyes were still normal.

Yan Huaixuan sighed. "A Lian, don't worry. Go back to Floating Cloud City. I can keep it under control."

Shen Lian's eyelid twitched hard. Could Yan Huaixuan be any more fake when he said that?