Chapter 44

Feng Ye's hair was in a mess. His whole body was drenched, and his hard chest was covered with clear water droplets. The bulky muscles extending downwards were faintly visible after roughly pulling down his pants. A wild, naughty smile appeared on his childish face, which looked exactly like a small, young, and keen beast.

Yan Sikong felt a little nervous, but he wouldn't make a fool of himself. He just glanced at him indifferently. “Take them off if you want to. Do you still need to ask me for permission?"

Feng Ye smiled and slowly took off his pants and threw them at Yan Sikong's feet. There was only a pair of underpants left on him.

Yan Sikong ignored him. It was originally cold in the mountains at night. It’s even colder with the addition of wet clothes on his body now. It was difficult for him to stop his teeth from chattering.

Feng Ye rubbed his own arms. “It's so cold. You'll catch a cold if you don't take off your clothes."

"You set up a fire first." Yan Sikong was hugging his own arms and his face was already turning a little blue.

Feng Ye gathered up a bunch of hay, found two stones, and rubbed them hard for a long time. Finally, he rubbed out a spark and ignited the hay successfully.

"Come and warm yourself," Feng Ye urged.

Yan Sikong moved over and hovered his hand next to the fire. Finally, he felt a trace of warmth, and his qi and blood became active.

"You still don’t want to take your clothes off? Do you really want to get sick?" Feng Ye teased, "Are you afraid to take off your clothes in front of me?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's winking appearance and laughed. “I don't think you've grown up at all." He removed his icy cold clothes that were sticking onto his body one by one as he was speaking.

Feng Ye said defiantly. “Do you want to see if I have grown up?" He put his hand on his underpants.

Yan Sikong threw his wet clothes at him.

Feng Ye laughed out loud.

After Yan Sikong took off his clothes, he found wooden sticks and wanted to build a stand to dry his clothes.

Feng Ye did not move. With a dim firelight, he admired Yan Sikong's slender body. His thin torso was covered with just the right amount of muscles without any inch of excess. His naked and fair skin was warm and smooth like valuable jade.

Even with his back against Feng Ye, Yan Sikong could still feel Feng Ye's loitering gaze. He felt so awkward that he had goosebumps and had to feign ignorance. He hung up his clothes and casually said, "Hang up your clothes. They’ll dry quicker this way."

Feng Ye gave a low "mm" sound. His tone became hoarse, and suddenly he lost the joy he had just now.

They hung their clothes and sat around the fire while looking at the pattering rain outside the cave, and were speechless for a while.

Feng Hun was still licking his fur as if that was everything in his life. Yan Sikong hoped for the first time that Feng Hun could come over and relieve this suffocating silence.

After a long time, Feng Ye said, "Are you feeling cold?"

"I'm not cold," Yan Sikong said. "There's a fire. It's very warm."

"Your voice is shaking."

“……”

Feng Ye suddenly got up and walked towards Yan Sikong with his body bent.

Yan Sikong only felt that his scalp flash with a burst of numbness, and his whole body became tense. He said in a deep voice. “Feng Ye, I’m not..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of powerful arms hugged him from behind. His back was pasted against a hot, thick, and solid chest. At that moment, he felt the frozen blood in his body start to flow again. However, he soon started to struggle. “Feng Ye, stop it!"

"Don't move." Feng Ye pressed against his ear and whispered a warning, "I'm just hugging you. If you dare to move again, it would be more than this."

Yan Sikong froze.

Feng Ye tightened his arms. His soft lips gently ground Yan Sikong's earlobes, and he said softly, "Is it warm?"

Yan Sikong shuddered continuously. Although it was not very cold, such intimacy made him more uncomfortable than the cold itself.

"You’re good looking," Feng Ye whispered. "You look better than when you were a child."

Yan Sikong pondered for a moment. “If you like good looks, there’s a cottage in the capital. Inside..."

"Shut up." Feng Ye said, "I’ll punish you if you continue speaking."

Yan Sikong remained silent.

"I only want you." Feng Ye said determinedly.

"...Why?" Yan Sikong couldn't figure out where Feng Ye's thoughts came from.

"Because you are Sikong."

"You and I only spent a short month together as children."

"So what? You were my only friend when I was young, but you......" Feng Ye murmured, "but you had to experience those......"

Yan Sikong smiled faintly. “Are you pitying me? This way of pitying people is really astounding."

"I care about you," Feng Ye said softly. "From the moment I saw you again, I wanted to shelter you so no one would hurt you again."

That sentence "I care about you" made Yan Sikong's chest tremble, and his eyes revealed some confusion. In this world, no one treated him like this anymore. No matter how hard his heart was, he couldn’t be moved.

His lips moved. He opened his mouth several times, yet he didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he murmured, "Thank you."

The two quietly hugged and absorbed each other's body heat through their naked bodies. Yan Sikong fell asleep unconsciously in the reassuring warmth.

It seemed that he only dared to sleep so defenselessly when he was around Feng Ye, and often slept until daybreak without nightmares.

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At dawn, they only suddenly woke up when they heard shouting coming from outside. Feng Hun stood up more vigilantly than them and looked outside the cave.

Yan Sikong opened his eyes and saw a deep collarbone first. He soon sobered up and struggled to get up.

"It's the people from the villa." Feng Ye had already woken up, pricked up his ears to recognize the sound, and pressed Yan Sikong into his embrace.

Yan Sikong struggled as soon as he heard. “Why don’t you get up then?"

Feng Ye smiled mischievously. “Why should we get up? I'm not afraid of them seeing us."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's wrists and pulled open his arms with all his strength. He was worried that Feng Ye would be arrogant and obstinate and would really let others see this inappropriate scene. He still wanted to maintain his reputation.

Feng Ye was quite surprised. “You, your strength isn't weak, eh?" He loosened his hand, stretched his waist with satisfaction, and didn't forget to tease him, "I didn't feel comfortable sleeping on the ground before. It's probably because I was hugging you."

Yan Sikong ignored him and got up to check his clothes. They had indeed dried after baking overnight. He grabbed Feng Ye's clothes, threw them at him, and quickly put on his own clothes.

However, Feng Ye was not in a hurry to wear them. He was looking at Yan Sikong's black hair that was scattered messily on his naked, snow-white back. His spine was slightly visible under his skin, which was inexplicably attractive.

Feng Ye licked his lips with an undisguised predatory nature in his eyes.

It was not until Yan Sikong put on his clothes that he followed suit.

They put out the fire and left the cave. They found that the people from the villa were looking for them all over the mountain with lanterns.

Feng Ye touched Feng Hun. “Hun’er, you should go. We’re going back to the villa."

Feng Hun rubbed him with his cheek and ran away.

When the people from the villa saw them, they knelt on the ground and trembled, and kept begging Feng Ye for forgiveness.

Feng Ye didn’t mind at all and said, "It's not your fault. Standing up and bringing us back will do."

"Thank you Shizi for your generosity!"

Yan Sikong remembered the scene when Feng Jianping forgave him. This father and son never made things difficult for his servants, and always handed out the proper rewards and punishments. This was the reason why the Feng family army was loyal to them.

The group of people guided Feng Ye and Yan Sikong with lanterns. Currently, it was just dawn. The ground was muddy and slippery, which made it quite difficult to walk on.

Suddenly, Feng Ye stopped. Before the people reacted, he grabbed a servant's lantern and threw it into the distant forest.

Before the lantern landed, a dark shadow flashed through the forest.

Feng Ye stomped his feet and dashed out like an arrow, chasing that dark shadow.

When everyone came back to their senses, Feng Ye had already disappeared into the woods.

Yan Sikong was inwardly frightened. Feng Ye's kung fu was probably more profound than he thought. He didn't think much and chased after him.

"Shizi, Lord Yan!" The others had no choice but to follow them.

After chasing for a while, Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye. He was fighting with a man in black. When he ran closer, that man in black had been pressed onto the ground by Feng Ye. His facial features were profound and rough, and he didn’t seem to be from the Central Plains.

Before Yan Sikong had the time to ask, Feng Ye suddenly grabbed the man's chin and opened his mouth with force. They only heard a crack, and that man's chin was dislocated by Feng Ye!

Light yellow saliva was dripping out of his wide opened mouth instantly.

Yan Sikong thought to himself that it was a close call. If he was late by a second, the poison would flow into the esophagus and this person would have committed suicide successfully.

"He’s not from the Central Plains." Yan Sikong said.

Feng Ye let out an "mm" and said, "A Wala scout."

Yan Sikong could not see Feng Ye's face clearly, but that voice clearly emitted a shivering chill.

The person from Wala glared at Feng Ye fiercely and spat hard.

Feng Ye picked him up from the ground. “Send him to the camp for interrogation."

That man suddenly swung his fist at Feng Ye. Feng Ye quickly dodged, grabbed his arm with one hand, and went around to his back. He grabbed his other arm with the other hand, then stepped on the man's back twisting his arms, and stepped forward with his long leg.

Only two cracking sounds were heard, accompanied by the man's shrill scream, which instantly penetrated the dark woods and startled countless birds.

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye with fixed eyes. Even his breathing became cautious. Feng Ye's expression was cold and his whole body was exuding frightening hostility. A cold aura seemed to be spreading in his eyes. He was grabbing those two broken arms, yet his eyebrows didn't move at all. He was so ruthless that it was creepy.

Which one was the real him? The arrogant and unruly Feng Ye in the spring hunting ground, the childish, domineering, yet gentle Feng Ye in the usual days, or the ferocious Feng Ye like a demon now? Or perhaps, these are all him, and it depended on who could stimulate which side of him.

Yan Sikong felt his hair stand up on end.

Feng Ye said to the attendant who caught up. “Take the Wala scout to the Jingshan camp and let General Zhao deal with him."

"Yes sir!"

Feng Ye rubbed his muddy hand against the tree. He already returned to his usual self when he turned around. “The Wala will send some spies to sneak into the Central Plains from time to time to scout out our military information. This person was unlucky to have bumped into me."

Yan Sikong nodded. “Last time, we also caught the Jin’s scouts."

Feng Ye's eyes darkened and said resolutely, "With my Feng family around, no one shall ever think of poking their noses in the Central Plains."

Yan Sikong felt dismal. In his eyes, no matter how cruel the foreign enemy was, it couldn’t be compared to the ability of a crafty and fatuous ruler ruining this great country.

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Edited on 14 Sept. 21 (Emzie)

 

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