Chapter 85: The Shadows of Desire

Bai Xingluo lowered his head and kissed him, “There’s more to come.”
Tong Sui’s mental energy surged like an open tap, pouring out in waves.
A faint fragrance filled the entire room, enveloping them within.
Tong Sui felt completely drained from the kiss.
His mind became a blank slate, fireworks bursting within him, dazzling colors making him a bit dizzy.
The cold temperature of Bai Xingluo felt like an oasis for Tong Sui, a traveler nearly dying of thirst in the desert.
He cupped the clear spring water, tilting his head back to drink deeply, feeling as if life had returned to him.
Just as he was about to escape this desert, he was caught by quicksand, his body sinking down with no leverage to push against.
Bai Xingluo asked him, “Does that female insect look better than me?”
He released his wings.
The once spacious bedroom abruptly felt confined, those pitch-black wings were mysterious and aesthetically pleasing, with every curve flowing beautifully.
He was the most perfect piece of art.
Tong Sui struggled to lift his watery eyelashes, gazing at those wings for dozens of seconds before cautiously inching closer.
He gently kissed them.
To his surprise, the sharp, hard wings quivered and constricted intensely, creating a cool breeze.
Like a small dog being rewarded, the wings joyfully wagged and extended once more towards him.
Looking at the soft wings, Tong Sui lifted his hand to gently caress them affectionately.
Bai Xingluo frowned and grabbed his hand, saying, “Your Highness, don’t worry about it, it’s dark and jagged. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”
Was he jealous of his own wings?
Tong Sui couldn’t help but laugh, feeling joyous and relaxed, almost like a soft, fluffy cake.
Bai Xingluo’s eyes darkened, disregarding everything, he leaned in closer, letting his damp silver hair fall next to Tong Sui’s hand.
More than wanting Tong Sui to like the wings, he hoped Tong Sui would like him more.
Clearly, he was more suited to be the ruler.
The wings, for the first time, disobeyed orders, extending on their own, wrapping Tong Sui within.
Once meant to terrify enemies, they now joyfully curled up, seeking closeness like children.
The encasing of the wings concentrated Tong Sui’s formerly scattered mental energy into this narrow space that felt like a cocoon.
Tong Sui could see nothing, engulfed in darkness; he had to rely on his other senses to feel his surroundings.
His fingers grazed in the dark.
But he was seized by a strong hand, placed securely somewhere.
Tong Sui paused.
Before he could comprehend what he had touched, he heard—
“Your Highness, I’ve finished washing the vegetables.” Bai Xingluo’s voice rang out in the darkness, “You can start cooking now.”
Bai Xingluo’s words left no time for reaction as he straightened up and lifted Tong Sui’s chin.
Tong Sui’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his nervousness laid bare.
Bai Xingluo chuckled softly.
Those seemingly serious words, spoken in Bai Xingluo’s hoarse voice that sounded as if gravel had rolled through it, held a distinct and ambiguous charm.
The system in Tong Sui’s mind instantly set off alarms.
It frantically shouted: [Host! He is the mission target! You should stop your dangerous actions quickly! Otherwise, bear the consequences!]
Tong Sui, however, had no energy left to deal with the system.
Despite the system’s frantic warnings, Tong Sui was wholly captivated by Bai Xingluo, his full attention stolen.
Realizing shouting was useless, the system only shut up, choosing ignorance.
Tong Sui could scarcely hear its words anymore.
He didn’t even know what he was doing, lulled by Bai Xingluo’s voice into a dazed nod.
Beneath the heavy curtains, the daylight that had squeezed in was gradually fading into darkness, finally swallowed whole.
Night fell.
Outside, farm robots jovially tended the lawn, while the sounds of insects and sprinklers formed a harmonious natural symphony.
Inside, it was still darkness.
Tong Sui cried softly, his voice becoming hoarse, like a soggy piece of maltose.
Sweet and sticky.
Bai Xingluo’s heart softened, the wings behind Tong Sui now warmed by his body heat.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness, please don’t cry.”
Tong Sui didn’t want to hear him speak, but he had lost all strength, allowing Bai Xingluo to sit beside him.
But the way Bai Xingluo looked when he was angry was so cute; the more he looked, the more he felt like melting.
Bai Xingluo folded his wings.
It was now completely dark; they had no idea how long they had spent there.
Tong Sui nudged him, “It’s late now.”
“Alright, alright, I won’t stay any longer.”
Bai Xingluo easily lifted him up as if the previous cooking had not tired him at all, “I’ll take you to take a shower.”
Tong Sui felt his pride had been attacked.
“No need for you; I can go myself.”
His entire body ached, and as soon as his toes touched the floor, a jolt of pain shot through him like electricity.
Tong Sui instantly froze.
He had only been sitting; why was he so exhausted?
He took a gentle glance at Bai Xingluo’s muscular lines, feeling like crying again.
Wasn’t the gap between their physiques a bit unfair?
“How about I carry you?”
Bai Xingluo grasped Tong Sui’s slender ankle, lifting him into his arms and steadily walking towards the bathroom.
His easygoing demeanor made it seem as though everything that had happened was nothing but a fleeting memory.
Tong Sui thought back on his earlier experiences and shivered slightly.