Yan Ye did not know that his four magical beasts had long learned the art of human intrigue. He returned to the bedchamber, descending from the sky in the distance, his footsteps touching the ground without making any sound. The light and even breaths of Beiting Huang whispered in his ear, calming his slightly anxious heart.
His woman had already fallen asleep. Although she had not waited for him, the fact that she was sleeping in his bed was already a form of waiting.
His steps became even lighter, as if gliding through the air yet causing no disturbance to the energy around, not even a sensation like that of a breeze. Yan Ye silently approached the bedside, his clothes draping off him and falling away, clad only in his equally white undergarment, he sat down at the edge of the bed, then lay down beside Beiting Huang.
A hand emerged from the covers, pulling them up over Yan Ye. He slightly lifted his head, planting another gentle kiss on Beiting Huangâs cheek, âWhy havenât you fallen asleep?â
âWaiting for you to come back!â Beiting Huangâs hand, that was haphazardly pulling at the covers, was caught by Yan Ye and placed under them, while he himself took the covers and laid them over both of their bodies.
âBeiting Huang, the Great Elder just said that your elder brother and Xu Xiaomo have some special relationshipâ¦â
Before Yan Ye could finish his sentence, Beiting Huangâs eyes suddenly snapped open. She couldnât quite believe that what Yan Ye was implying matched what she was thinking. She turned to face him, searching for an answer in his eyes, and though she found it, she couldnât help but react with a wry smile, âWhat do you mean by a âspecial relationshipâ?â
Yan Ye lifted a hand to gently pinch her cheek, smiling as he said, âBeiting Huang, are you thinking that two grown men together would feel a bit awkward? If you were reincarnated as a man, even if I treated you well, would you still not be moved?â
How could Beiting Huang respond to this? She stared into Yan Yeâs eyes, the purple pupils reflecting the lamplight, as if they poured the Star Riverâs brilliance and twinkling stars. They seemed to shine like brocade within his gaze, and she suddenly found herself contemplating this question too.
Not wanting to tire her too much, Yan Ye allowed the fragrance of medicinal pills to diffuse in the air. Between his fingers, he pinched a pill, slipping it into her cherry-like lips, âStop thinking, we can talk about whatever it is tomorrow. Rest well tonight!â
Beiting Huang complied, but how could she sleep? The medicinal pill given by Yan Ye was meant to replenish Spiritual Power. After eating it, her headache, which had been persistent like needle pricks, stopped, and she felt much more relaxed. Beiting Huang knew that Yan Ye wouldnât sleep if she didnât.
Beiting Huang hugged his neck, her tone slightly whiny and cajoling, âNight, tell me, how are they âspecialâ?â
With a helpless sigh, Yan Ye lowered Beiting Huangâs arms and embraced her properly, âAll I heard from the Great Elder was that Xu Xiaomo got drunk, and it was your big brother who carried her back. He insisted on letting Xu Xiaomo sleep in the same room as him, and in the end, they even shared a bed.â
Although Beiting Huang knew something was off, she still comforted herself, âWhatâs there to worry about? If itâs just two grown men sharing a bed, what could they possibly do?â
But Beiting Huangâs thoughts still carried a trace of wickedness, and that night when she fell asleep, she dreamt that Lord Beiting Jing and Xu Xiaomo had done something after all.