The red-gold pillow shifted beneath his body, and his nose was filled with the smell of lust.

     Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran’s face, and the dreams he had before finally overlapped with reality at this moment. It turned out that these were not dreams, but reality.

     He and Mo Ran had already been intimate, and they were already married; he was imprisoned by Mo Ran, and he knelt on the frozen snow, begging to see Mo Ran…

     It was all real.

     At this moment, Chu Wanning didn’t know what he was feeling, or perhaps under the influence of the intoxicating fragrance, his mind gradually overlapped with that of the Chu Wanning in the other world.

     Feeling what he felt.

     Knowing what he knew.

     When his clothes were torn off, and a heavy kiss fell on his lips, Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

     He felt very miserable. Who was he?

     Was he Beidou Immortal, who wields a sword in the world of mortals, or that ridiculous Chu Fei, who was subdued by the emperor? Was he the Chu Wanning Mo-zongshi loved sincerely, or the Shizun hated by Taxian-Jun?

     Everything gradually became unclear, and the piles of past memories floated in front of his eyes, like falling flowers in a stream. He tried to catch those memories, but he couldn’t see them clearly.

     In the end, only the events on the bed could be seen clearly.

     In this illusion, his waist was violently gripped by Mo Ran, and his trousers were impatiently and cruelly removed. There was no lingering foreplay he was familiar with, only brutal invasion.

     Although the scene was false, he and the similarly-controlled Mo Ran were reenacting the actions of their previous lives. He was pressed into the bed by Mo Ran without even a kiss or caress. He only heard the rustling of clothes behind him, and then a burning hot organ pressed against his back.

     “Shizun, do you feel it? Can you feel its desire? This Venerable One is going to feel you.”

     “You… evil beast!”

     He answered with a sneer, “Aren’t you going to open your legs for this evil beast to fuck?” Then there was a tearing sensation, and the entrance of a hole that had never been invaded before was opened. The fierce cock pierced in forcefully.

     Pain.

     It was really painful.

     He vaguely remembered Mo Ran’s gentle eyes. In the dark night, in the torrent of the hot spring, he kissed him and said, “If I come in, you won’t be able to bear it. Listen to me, we can do it next time.”

     But Taxian-Jun wouldn’t show him any mercy. The shocking size seemed to be about to break through his inner walls. It was so hard and scorching hot, so fierce, so thick and long. Its rhythmic movement almost made him feel that it would directly stab out of his abdomen, split open his stomach, and pierce through him.

     Chu Wanning was like a fish struggling on land, but Emperor Taxian-Jun raised his hand and slapped him in the face. He gritted his teeth and said, “It’s not like I haven’t fucked you before. I’ve fucked you so many times, why are you still pretending to be virtuous?”

     With a single slap, his cheek reddened.

     He turned his face away. His hair was messy, and his eyes were red. He was silent and did not cry. Tonight, he was more humiliated than ever, but he was more stubborn than ever.

     Mo Ran hugged his waist, his crotch hitting his buttocks over and over. The place where they were joined was terribly hot. Mo Ran tried to look at his face, wanting to see his humiliated expression. The thrusting stopped, and the handsome man on top gasped for breath, his eyes dark. He held his chin and forced him to look at him.

     “You…”

     He seemed to want to say something insulting, but in the candlelight, the pair of eyes that were obviously in extreme pain but couldn’t bear to cry were beautiful. Mo Ran stared at him for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and caught his lips. His sticky, hot tongue intruded roughly, rolling in his mouth.

     The man on top grew even more ferocious. The kissing above was intense, and the thrusting below was more and more vigorous, faster and harder, then deeper and deeper. It was fast and ruthless, and every thrust went into the deepest part of Chu Wanning’s body. The hard and thick cock pulsed unmistakably inside him.

     After the kiss, Mo Ran’s movements became more frenzied and passionate. His eyes were filled with infatuation, and it was unclear whether it was lust or love; it seemed to be somewhat blurred. “Don’t grab the bedding. You’re my person, you can hold me.”

     This was the only sentence that resembled love throughout their entire sexual intercourse. Chu Wanning didn’t listen. He did not embrace him as he wished or indulge in intercourse with him. As a result, Mo Ran’s expression gradually darkened, and his movements became even wilder.

     Chu Wanning gripped the mattress tightly, the veins on his wrists bulging. He couldn’t bear this kind of abuse at all, but Mo Ran didn’t let him go. His rough palms rubbed his waist and buttocks. Chu Wanning didn’t know how long this kind of thrusting went on, but the man suddenly became irritable and pulled out of his body violently.

     Chu Wanning heard himself groan hoarsely as he was flipped over. The place they had been joined was sticky and stretched obscenely, contracting spasmodically. It seemed to have a sticky fluid produced during sex on the edge, but before it could flow out, the man’s ferocious and burning cockhead pressed against his hole again, and the huge cock pushed in slightly.

     He heard Mo Ran say, “Is it big?”

     “...”

     “Did your husband make you feel good? Hmm?”

     Chu Wanning heard his own voice, which sounded on the verge of breaking down, “...Get out…”

     “Get out!”

     Mo Ran cursed and seemed to be looking for something at the side. Chu Wanning only felt his legs being parted even more, and there was a tube of ice-cold paste squeezed into his body.

     Chu Wanning heard himself choking, heard himself scolding, “Mo Ran… Mo Ran, you bastard…”

     Mo Ran…

     Mo Ran.

     No, it isn’t him.

     Mo Ran was the person who smiled brightly and gazed at him under the flower tree.

     Mo Ran said, "Shizun, I want to hold an umbrella for you for the rest of my life."

     Mo Ran caressed his hair and said gently, “You’ll be in pain.”

     Mo Ran was the person who held a golden straw of wheat in the corner of his mouth and opened his arms to him. He would give him milk candies to eat and, because of a single sentence, he would lower his eyes and smile, his face reddening slightly.

     So shy and honest.

     No, this wasn’t him.

     He suddenly panicked.

     Perhaps because the incense had been there for too long, and the effect was no longer as good as the first time, it slowly turned dark. Chu Wanning’s mind was also hazy. He couldn’t see anything and still couldn’t speak. The only thing he could feel was that he was still trapped, and Mo Ran’s cock was still buried in his body, the heat, size, and hardness making his scalp feel numb.

     It was dark for a long time before it slowly lit up.

     After Chu Wanning regained his senses, the first thing he heard was Mo Ran’s twisted curses. The slap on his face burned with pain, and there seemed to be a cold object inserted in his lower body, relieving the near-crazy lust in his body.

     This was still during sex between the newlyweds, and Chu Wanning could clearly recall the details of what had happened.

     He was constantly reminded of the events of his past life.

     He knew that he was later covered by an aphrodisiac ointment and that Emperor Taxian-Jun, who had drunk too much, became more and more irritable, more and more bloodthirsty and gloomy throughout his fierce sexual affairs.

     Alcohol and desire burned the corners of Mo Ran’s eyes red as hatred and pleasure controlled the young emperor.

     Chu Wanning’s throat was strangled, and Mo Ran was shouting in rage, “Chu Wanning, you’d rather be like this? You think you’re tough, huh? How long are you going to be stubborn for? Are you going to play yourself to death before you’re willing?”

     Chu Wanning heard himself say, “...I… don’t… want… you…”

     His voice was almost broken, and if he didn’t feel his lips moving, he wouldn’t even believe it was his own voice. Chu Wanning felt tears rolling down his cheeks.

     “Mo Ran… spare me…”

     The man in front of him howled almost madly. He shouted at him, “Then who will spare me, hm? Chu Wanning, have you ever thought about who will spare me? Who can spare me?!”

     The man pressed him on the bed and pulled out the hard object in his body, throwing it aside. From the sound, it seemed to be a candlestick. Only then did he realize he had actually been using the candlestick to fuck him…

     The man touched his face. His voice was urgent and crazy, and he didn’t know if it was an illusion or not, but he actually heard a trace of sadness. “Chu Wanning, I hate you.”

     “You killed the person I love most in my life. What should I do? What can you say? I can only let you pay me back and let your life be ruined by my hands… Chu Wanning…”

     The man held his weapon, and because he was too crazed and eager, he couldn’t push inside the first time. The smooth and hot head of his cock hit the inside of his buttocks and slipped out. The man panted for breath, straightened up, grasped Chu Wanning’s waist, and thrust in again.

     “Ah—”

     Chu Wanning heard his own hoarse moans, and it seemed that he was finally forced to the limit. The man breathed heavily, and Chu Wanning’s walls were smeared with aphrodisiac and eventually pushed open again by the hot cock, seamlessly filled. Chu Wanning couldn’t stop trembling, and his entire body was covered in sweat, his eyes unfocused. …Desire finally engulfed him.

     His vision turned black again.

     When it lit up again, he could feel endless bliss.

     The body in the illusion and the body in reality seemed to be inseparable from each other. He was entangled with the strong man, and Mo Ran pressed him onto the bed and fucked him fiercely. He sobbed under the man’s body, choking and lying on the bed, his fingers deep in the beast’s fur.

     Every time the man thrust, he wanted to press him to death on the bed. It was so fierce and powerful that he could feel the man’s sweat gathering on his abdomen, dripping to his waist and flowing along it.

     “Say… do you want me to fuck you? You’re sucking me in so lewdly. How can you be so stubborn? Fuck, I’ll come inside you…”

     At this time, Chu Wanning seemed to have finally been defeated. The overflowing lust had already killed his soul. He was only left with a body that was played with by the man, lewd and sensitive, but he didn’t stop.

     “Say… ah…” Behind him, the man gazed at him with rapture and gasped roughly.

     “Ah…”

     Mo Ran penetrated deeply, and his huge cock pulsed in the wet entrance. He panted with red eyes and grasped Chu Wanning’s buttocks to thrust deeper. Then he pushed in deeply, shifting slightly to stimulate the man who had been smeared with an aphrodisiac.

     In fact, Mo Ran knew he had lost.

     He had used the strongest aphrodisiac in the world and squeezed almost half of the tube into his body, to the point where his inner walls were sticky, before Chu Wanning would submit to him.

     He had lost.

     But so what?

     He had already gotten what he wanted. His noble and virtuous Shizun had finally become Chu Fei, who was gasping for breath under his body in a haze of lust.

     There was nothing more exciting than this.

     As he thought of this, his hard cock actually swelled up more.

     “Say it. Say you want to be fucked by me. Say you’re mine.”

     Under such repeated torture and humiliation, Chu Wanning finally heard himself mutter hoarsely, repeating in complete disorientation, “Yes… I am yours…”

     His consciousness was already fragmented, his expression shattered, and his lofty and unyielding pride was broken. All that was left was a body surging with horrible desire.

     “You don’t want me. What you should say is, you want me to fuck you.” Although Mo Ran spoke without any malice, he had also endured to the limit. His adam’s apple moved, and he couldn’t help but fiercely push against Chu Wanning’s buttocks, viciously and violently. He was full of beastly force and agitation.

     Chu Wanning was fucked until his entire body went soft, and he didn’t even have the strength to lie on his knees. His body was soft like mud, and his phoenix eyes were slightly closed as he moaned and breathed heavily.

     The Eternal Love Poison, this aphrodisiac, as long as even a little bit was used, it could turn anyone into a beast of desire.

     Mo Ran had squeezed in more than half of the tube.

     “Does it feel good? Did I fuck you to your heart’s content?” Mo Ran supported himself with one hand on the bedpost, while his other hand reached over and stroked Chu Wanning’s chest and waist incessantly.

     The bed shook violently. Mo Ran’s eyes were intense and hot, his expression lustful and intoxicated.

     “Say you want me to fuck you.”

     Mo Ran’s thrusts were so urgent and fierce that they made the other tremble and lose control. Chu Wanning finally collapsed. He gasped for breath, and in the end, he was almost crying out, his voice hoarse, “Ah… Ah…”

     “Say it.” Mo Ran closed his eyes and raised his head, his adam’s apple rolling. He slapped Chu Wanning’s buttocks fiercely. “Say it out loud, and I’ll make you feel even better.”

     “Ah… Ah… I want…”

     “What do you want?”

     Chu Wanning had been tormented to the point of insanity. He sobbed and trembled in despair. “Fuck me…”

     Mo Ran’s eyes suddenly surged, and his lower body burned with excitement. Several times, the length of his thrusts was too long, and when he pulled out, the wet and sticky head slid out. But he hurriedly held it back and once again thrust in, hot and sticky.

     He pressed Chu Wanning under his body and looked at him closely, muttering, “Shizun, you’re so hot inside, so wet and hot sucking this disciple in. It’s addicting.”

     “Ah… ah… Don’t stop… Ah, more, harder… Ah!” He gasped, “Faster… deeper… ah…”

     His trembling arms were caught, and the man hugged him from behind, seeming infinitely gentle. He suddenly called out to him by his ear, “Wanning, today is our wedding day. I’m fucking you. I’ll cum inside you and leave my seed in your stomach… Shizun… you’re really tight…”

     “Ah…”

     “Why do you have to force me to use medicine before you’re willing to do this?” The man said, licking his earlobe, “You obviously like it when I treat you like this… Isn’t that right?”

     “I… ah…”

     Mo Ran’s cock was so thick and long. When it reached the depths, it almost pierced through his stomach. Chu Wanning couldn’t speak, and could only shake his head as tears shed from the corners of his eyes.

     “Do you like it?”

     “...”

     “Do you like it?” He suddenly stopped the intense invasion and buried himself in his body. Chu Wanning could feel the cock inside throbbing angrily, pulsing with the violent heartbeat of the two men. This subtle feeling made him feel more and more tormented. His throat was dry, and his soul was already very cold.

     He gently shifted a few more times inside his wet and slippery body, like the roots of a giant tree poking out of the soil and a tender spring tide bursting out.

     Chu Wanning spasmed violently and softly fell on the bed.

     The man said in his ear, “If you don’t like it, then forget it…”

     Chu Wanning’s eyes opened wide, and his heart ached, but he gave up and said, “No… don’t…”

     His eyes trembled again, closing slowly. “I can’t take it anymore…”

     This was, after all, a thousand times more than an average person’s dose of aphrodisiac.

     Mo Ran murmured, and his voice was so low that it was hard to hear, “Then what do you want me to do?”

     “Come in… I can’t take it anymore. Help me…”

     The person behind him seemed to sigh and was finally satisfied. He pulled Chu Wanning up and sat him on his cock, thrusting up into him fiercely from the bottom. Chu Wanning had never been penetrated so deeply before, and every time he was penetrated, half of the sac was almost squeezed in, and their flesh couldn’t be any closer together.

     Chu Wanning couldn’t stop moaning and panting, and in Mo Ran’s arms, his body softened into mud. The man who couldn’t stop thrusting turned his face, his moist lips covering his, and there seemed to be a vague gasp between his lips and teeth.

     Mo Ran’s throat bobbed, and he said in a low voice, “So good…”

     Chu Wanning muttered absent-mindedly. His soul was no longer there, only a body drowned in desire. “Ah… Don’t stop… Ah… It’s so hot… Faster…”

     “I won’t stop. I’ll satisfy you… Chu Wanning… Wanning…”

     He thrust for a long time inside, so long that Chu Wanning felt like he was going to die in that person’s arms like this. His body fluids and melted paste flowed out, and the white fluid trickled to the base of his legs.

     Suddenly, the man hugged him tightly and pressed him back on the bed before raising his legs and thrusting quickly. The speed and strength were both shocking and terrifying. Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes wide and kept calling out, “Ah… ah…”

     The man was impatient and unreasonable, thrusting in, pulling out, leaving only the head at the entrance, and thrusting in again so hard and so fast that his voice was also trembling.

     “Wanning… Wanning…”

     He wasn’t calling anyone else. He suddenly held his face and pressed his forehead against his.

     “Baobei, I’m going to come. Let me inside you…”

     Chu Wanning opened his mouth desperately. He didn’t even know what he was calling out. He was only moaning in desire and pleasure. He breathed heavily with desire, and said intermittently, “Come inside me… ah! Ah… ahh!”

     Thick and sticky semen spurted out in a large stream, and Mo Ran closed his eyes and growled. His cock kept thrusting forward until the bedding slipped off. Chu Wanning’s head kept hitting the bedpost, and the person controlling him was still on top of him, unconsciously shooting the gushing stickiness into his entrance and thrusting it in.

     Chu Wanning was convulsing from the strong sting, and his beautiful pale toes were tensed up. His hands finally couldn’t help but hug the man’s neck on top of him.

     Their heavy breaths intertwined, and he moaned as he climaxed, crying out hoarsely under him. Such a fierce tide of passion and desire; he didn’t know if it was because of the world’s strongest aphrodisiac, or because of the hidden desire in the depths of their hearts that even they were not aware of…

     A hidden desire that even he himself could not sense.

     It was only after a long time that Chu Wanning’s consciousness slowly returned.

     For some unknown reason, what returned was not only his consciousness but also the memories from his previous life that surged like a river.

     After he joined with Mo Ran, they all surged in droves.

     He remembered when the Heavenly Rift happened, and Shi Mei died—how Mo Ran knelt in the snow, heartbroken.

     He remembered when Rufeng Sect flowed with rivers of blood, and the color of the sky and earth changed. When Mo Ran laughed eerily and pierced Ye Wangxi’s shoulder blade.

     He remembered how he had been made into a blood hourglass, and how Mo Ran had rescued him but imprisoned him in the palace, no longer able to do anything.

     One by one, he remembered everything.

     The cave had already returned to its original appearance. He could feel that he was lying on the cold ground, stripped of his clothes, and his body naked. Mo Ran was hugging him tightly from behind, the young man’s arms trembling. Both of them were covered in sticky sweat, and the air was filled with the smell of lust.

     He remembered everything.

     Chu Wanning didn’t move. He didn’t speak, nor did he get angry.

     His head hurt so much that it felt like it was splitting apart. He felt that in the process of their union, there was something invisible that had passed from Mo Ran’s body to his own.

     It was that thing that allowed him to recover the memories of his previous life.

     But what exactly was it?

     There were too many memories to take in at once. Chu Wanning’s head hurt so much that he thought he must know what it was, but he couldn’t figure it out for the moment.

     “Shizun.” Mo Ran’s voice sounded by his ear, so cautiously, like the tender buds on a branch at the beginning of spring, without the tyrannical appearance from before. “I’m sorry…”

     He was held in Mo Ran’s arms. He didn’t turn his head, but he could imagine Mo Ran’s teary red eyes and expression of heartache and guilt from his voice.

     “I’m sorry, I still… I still hurt you…”

     Just now, under the control of the incense burner, Mo Ran was like Chu Wanning. Although he was conscious, he couldn’t control his own movements. When he roughly gripped Chu Wanning’s waist and impatiently and ruthlessly invaded this man, he was in pain.

     He didn’t want to do this at all… He looked down at Chu Wanning’s red eyes under him. He only wanted to lean over and kiss him tenderly, comfort him, and embrace him, but the words he said were so harsh, the actions of his hands so fierce.

     His heart was filled with pain. But what could he do? He couldn’t control himself at all.

     Chu Wanning lay prone on the cold stone surface. His head felt like it was going to split open, and he didn’t even have the strength to move his fingers. He listened to Mo Ran’s apology but only felt his ears buzzing. His vision was blurry as if he would lose consciousness again at any moment.

     He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse from screaming so miserably just now, “You first… You go out first…”

     Mo Ran pursed his lips and said nothing.

     He regained consciousness a bit earlier than Chu Wanning. Actually, he had already retreated when he was in control of his own body. However, Chu Wanning was torn apart so miserably that he still felt as if the weapon forged of flesh and blood was still in his body.

     The pain in Mo Ran’s heart grew even more.

      Before stepping into the cave, he had thought he would see a spell similar to the memory scroll. He never expected that he would once again return to Sisheng Peak on the night of his wedding. He was dressed in red and gold and pushed the door open to the Red Lotus Pavilion.

     Of course, Mo Ran knew what he had done, but he never thought he would recreate the situation in this way.

     He didn’t want to do anything to hurt Chu Wanning anymore, and he didn’t want to become Emperor Taxian-Jun—but he had no choice. What’s even worse was that he could clearly feel himself doing such a violent thing, but his heart was actually throbbing with excitement.

     Regardless of whether it was Emperor Taxian-Jun or himself, both of them were eager to bite and conquer Chu Wanning.

     No matter how much he endured, he was still that same Mo Weiyu. He couldn’t change. He couldn’t escape.

     When he had invaded him violently just now, Mo Ran heard the painful groans of the person under him, and his mind was filled with overwhelming pleasure. The pleasure collided with a strong sense of guilt like a tidal wave.

     He suddenly couldn’t tell who he was, whether he was Emperor Taxian-Jun or Mo-zongshi, whether he was good or evil, loyal or treacherous.

     Between the sheets, he caressed Chu Wanning’s cheek and said those disgraceful words with his own mouth… Chu Fei?

     Yes, in his previous life, he had done three terrible things to Chu Wanning. The first was to kill him, that is, he used a killing move on him. The second was to humiliate him, to force him to have sex with him.

     The third was to marry him, to take away his identity, bind him for life, and make him his own. Because of this selfish desire, he made that proud and unyielding immortal his rightful concubine.

     Although not many people in the world knew the true appearance of “Chu Fei” that year, it was an indisputable fact that he was forced to cover his face with a red veil and marry him in front of everyone’s eyes.

     He also didn’t know the meaning of his actions back then.

     In fact, if he really wanted Chu Wanning to suffer, he could have caused a huge commotion and let the whole world know that he, Mo Ran, had married his Shizun, letting everyone know that Beidou Immortal was now Taxian-Jun’s.

     Why didn’t he do that?

     Instead, he carefully kept the secret. For a long time, even the empress, Song Qiutong, didn’t know who this mysterious “Chu Fei” was. With vengeance in his mind, he made a show of himself, but in the end, only played a show with no spectators.

     But he sang it with relish.

     Why?

     He even remembered that after Chu Wanning died, he wanted to set up a tombstone for him, but he was afraid that the world would see through him and laugh at him, so he could only take a pick and dig a grave himself in front of Heaven-Piercing Tower. He buried the wedding robes Chu Wanning had worn when he married him.

     Emperor Taxian-Jun sat in front of the tombstone and thought for a long time. He really wanted to write:

     Grave of Master Chu Wanning.

     But he felt that if he wrote this, he would be a complete failure, like a resentful woman who had nothing but regrets. That scene was truly ridiculous.

     He held Bu’gui for a long time. Finally, his eyes lit up as he thought of a sinister and intimate way to go about it. He laughed, and using the blade as a pen, he wrote stroke by stroke.

     Grave of Chu Fei.

     After writing these words, he felt that the rampaging anger in his chest seemed to have been vented, but he still felt that it wasn’t enough. He thought of Chu Wanning’s cold and aloof face, how he never wanted to look at him, and felt resentment and affection in his heart—he would never see such an expression again. Emperor Taxian-Jun still couldn’t be saved from being a resentful and spiteful wife as he viciously thought to himself:

     Chu Wanning abandoned him.

     He left him alone.

     Chu Wanning was so cruel that he took revenge on him by dying.

     Too much.

     He glared hatefully with bloodshot eyes.

     Yes, it was too much.

     Therefore, he wanted to humiliate Chu Wanning, bully Chu Wanning, and let Chu Wanning die with grievances when he went to the underworld. When he went to hell a hundred years later, he could laugh to his heart’s content and ridicule that man, saying to that person who wore white and was innocent all his life—

     You didn’t win, I won.

     You see, even if you’re dead, I can still humiliate you like this.

     Emperor Taxian-Jun held the saber in his hand and thought for a long time in front of the tombstone. He thought of the setting sun, of dusk and the coming night, of the darkness and silver stars hanging in the sky.

     Under the moonlight, like ice, like frost, and like white clothes, Mo Ran finally picked up the blade and added onto the tombstone stroke by stroke:

     Grave of Chu Fei, the Steamed Noble Consort.

     Dust fell and the carving was finished. He rested his chin on his hand and laughed out loud, thinking that this really was the perfect title, confirming that Chu Wanning was his person, and whether he was willing or not, he had to be loyal to him. It was perfect. If Chu Wanning could be revived by his anger, it would be even better.

     With expectations, his eyes lit up again, and he happily ran to the Red Lotus Pavilion.

     Chu Wanning had the worst temper.

     How could he be willing to accept such humiliation?

     So hurry and wake up to fight with him again. This time, seeing that he hadn’t yet recovered from his injuries, he could also let him have one move.

     If it really didn’t work, then ten moves wouldn’t be impossible.

     Wake up.

     He stood in front of the lotus pond and looked at the undamaged body inside.

     This Venerable One has already given you ten moves, you have to be tactful. Look at the tombstone This Venerable One made for you, aren’t you angry? Don’t you want to grab me by the collar and yell at me? Are you willing to live a life of innocence and end up with these ridiculous words—Grave of Chu Fei, the Steamed Noble Consort?

     Wake up.

     Wake up.

     His expressionless face turned ferocious.

     But Chu Wanning lay there, neither speaking nor moving.

     After a long time, Mo Ran finally understood that he had gotten what he wanted. He had won the obedience he had always wanted.

     His Shizun, his enemy, his partner in bed, his Chu Wanning.

     He had finally obeyed.

     In the silent and cold cave of Longxue Mountain, Mo Ran held his wounded lover and neither of them spoke for a while.

     Then he suddenly thought of that rainy night in the inn of Wuchang Town. The person in his arms had been so inexperienced yet so passionate, rolling and entangling with him. The tips of his ears were red as he asked in a low voice if it felt good.

     At that time, he had sworn in his heart that he would never hurt Chu Wanning again in this life. He wanted to take things step by step, gradually and slowly. He wanted to let Chu Wanning get used to it little by little before finally giving Chu Wanning the trembling union of soul and body.

     He had made many plans, had many ideas.

     He had even imagined countless times when and where their first true union would be, whether it would be under the light of the morning sun or the glow of the stars and whether haitangs or apricot blossoms would fall on the window pane.

     But the only thing he never expected was this.

     Their first union in this life was actually so absurd, painful, and crazed.

     Both of them were extremely exhausted. Mo Ran lay by his side, a very special feeling gradually rising in his chest. It was as if there was a pure white thing trembling violently in his heart. Then, the earth cracked and the sky collapsed as if a hundred-year-old tree had been uprooted, breaking out of the rustling mud.

     That pure thing seemed to wrap around something filthy and terrifying in his heart. It struggled outwards frantically, and two things, one black and one white, quickly broke out of his body.

     He didn’t know what these two things that escaped from his heart were. But he didn’t have the leisure to think about it because Chu Wanning said, “You go out first.”

     Mo Ran didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

     Without saying a word, he endured the severe pain in his heart and slowly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, silently helping Chu Wanning put them back on.

     It took a long time to put the clothes on because he almost didn’t dare to touch the area below Chu Wanning’s waist. The bruises on his thighs were a clear indication of what he had just done and also showed how much pain Chu Wanning was in right now.

     He also didn’t dare to look at Chu Wanning’s face.

     What could be in those eyes now?

     Disappointment, resentment, emptiness…

     He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

     Mo Ran spent a long time putting on Chu Wanning’s clothes. By this time, his head was already hurting, and his entire body was soaked in a cold sweat.

     He didn’t know where this pain came from, but it was probably related to those two things missing from his heart. He endured the pain and held Chu Wanning’s ice-cold hands.

     He really didn’t have the courage to look at Chu Wanning’s face, so he just stared at his hands. After hesitating for a long time, he asked softly, “Shizun remembers everything?”

     “...Mm.”

     Mo Ran was stunned for a moment.

     There was a kind of blankness on his face that was very much like a homeless dog that had been abandoned. He just stared blankly for a while, then closed his eyes.

     He had been afraid of this happening countless times, but when the trial came, he was surprised to find that he was actually so calm and peaceful.

     It was like a fearful fugitive who had finally been taken to prison.

     He stood in the bleak cell and looked around. The nightmare he had once feared and ran from finally had finally become reality. He felt as if a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart.

     There was never a peaceful night when running away.

     After falling into the net, he finally had a good night’s sleep.

     There was no need to run anymore.

     There was no hope, no more anxiety.

     It was a relief.

     “I am very confused right now, and many things… are still unclear.” Perhaps it was because he had shouted too much just now, or perhaps it was because he was exhausted from the past, but Chu Wanning’s voice was hoarse, and his expression was even worse than Mo Ran’s. “It’s too messy.”

     Mo Ran gathered his courage and raised his hands to caress his pale cheeks.

     Even though his own hands were shaking badly.

     “Mo Ran…” he muttered almost hollowly. “Emperor Taxian-Jun…”

     “...”

     He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and his brow furrowed.

     “Then, don’t think about it for now, just sleep for a while.” Mo Ran’s eyes were red, and his fingers ran across his face and hair. “I’ll stay with you.”

     Chu Wanning seemed to tremble slightly.

     Mo Ran only felt an excruciating pain in his heart.

     “Shizun, don’t be afraid. It’s me, not Taxian-Jun… I will never hurt you again. Never again.”

     Chu Wanning lifted his eyelashes slightly, and under those dark eyelashes, there was a glimmer of moisture. For a moment, Mo Ran felt that he seemed to want to say something to him.

     But in the end, he didn’t say anything.

     Chu Wanning closed his eyes, turning his face away and subconsciously curling up his body.

     “Shizun…”

     “I have something to ask you.”

     “...If… If you had known earlier that the person who gave you a pot of rice porridge outside Wubei Temple was me,” Chu Wanning’s voice was extremely tired, “...during those years at Wushan Palace, would you have let me go?”

     This question was like a sharp knife piercing the listener’s heart. Mo Ran’s whole body trembled as he choked with sobs. He didn’t know how to answer, and only reached out his hand, wanting to hug the person in front of him. However, just as he touched him, he felt that Chu Wanning’s shoulders were trembling slightly.

     He was crying.

     But Mo Ran knew that he never wanted to see it again.

     After a while, Mo Ran really couldn’t hold on anymore. Although he didn’t know why Chu Wanning from his previous life had set up such a spell, the strange feeling in his heart became more and more distinct.

     At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a thin wisp of smoke drifting from his chest, floating directly to the back of Chu Wanning’s chest. That wisp of smoke was so thin that he didn’t notice it before.

     After taking a closer look, he found that the smoke was black in one moment, then white as jade in the next. It flowed continuously from his heart to Chu Wanning’s heart.

     What is this?

     He noticed that the black substance was constantly blocked by Chu Wanning’s body, gradually gathering into a black mass that was absorbed into the incense burner next to him.

     What exactly is this?

     He wanted to tell Chu Wanning but found that Chu Wanning had fainted again without him knowing when. The enormous amount of memories from the past life were overwhelming and too heavy to bear. Not to mention that these memories were still in disarray and still had to be reorganized in Chu Wanning’s mind.

     “Shizun.”

     Pain… Why was it so painful? It was like there were two forces in his heart fighting a tug of war, black and white, pure and dirty.

     Mo Ran frowned and struggled to his feet. He walked to the incense burner and trembled as he opened the lid.

     Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was the black smoke flowing out—inside the incense burner, it gradually condensed into the shape of a thousand-petaled flower.