Ming Xi nestled deeper into Ling Cang’s embrace and said slowly,
“I like it, Xi’er likes it.”
Ling Cang smiled, kissed his forehead, and said, “Good, sleep now.”
Then he looked up at the three of them, as if asking if there was anything else. If not, he was going to coax his husband to sleep.
Cao Jun waved his hand.
“That’s all for now. We’ll contact you if anything comes up. Take good care of our Xi’er.”
Ling Cang nodded, and the images of Cao Jun and the other two instantly disappeared.
There were still two days left.
Ming Xi’s body was weak and might not be able to handle it. Wrapping Ming Xi in his cloak, Ling Cang hurried out and headed straight to the Divine Emperor’s palace, Jiuyang Palace. The guards at the Heavenly Gate, seeing the Divine Emperor holding someone and moving urgently, quickly reported to the Heavenly Emperor.
The fairies at Jiuyang Palace were overjoyed to see the Divine Emperor return.
Ling Cang waved his hand, and a barrier enveloped Jiuyang Palace.
He turned and said, “Guard the palace gates. No one is allowed to enter.”
With that, he swiftly made his way to the Spirit Healing Pool inside the palace.
“Ling Cang, I feel unwell,”Ming Xi mumbled drowsily.
Ling Cang stripped him of his clothes, kept only his own inner robe on, and carried him into the pool.
The pool water was warm and cool, slowly covering Ming Xi’s body as a soothing warmth seeped into his skin.
He pressed himself tightly against Ling Cang, biting his ear and rubbing against him, stirring a fire within Ling Cang.
“Xi’er,” Ling Cang turned him around to face him.
“Don’t mess around. You can’t handle it.”
Ming Xi’s eyes were glistening, and he shook his head drowsily.
“I can handle it. Xi’er can handle it~.”
Ling Cang looked at Ming Xi’s state, feeling both helpless and full of pity.
He struggled to restrain his inner impulses and coaxed softly,
“Be good, Xi’er. Listen to me. Once your body is better, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Ming Xi wasn’t in any state to listen.
He wrapped his arms around Ling Cang’s neck and initiated a kiss.
Ling Cang’s body stiffened instantly, and his last shred of rationality shattered. He immediately took control, deepening the kiss. Ming Xi’s eyelashes, dotted with water droplets, fluttered faintly.
He breathed lightly in Ling Cang’s embrace, his arms tightly wrapped around Ling Cangg’s sturdy back. Ling Cang’s hand gently stroked his back, and Ming Xi half-closed his eyes like a content little cat.
Their breaths grew increasingly hurried and heavy. Ling Cang carried Ming Xi out of the pool and carefully laid him on a soft couch nearby. The gentle moonlight streamed through the window, casting a scene of ambiguous and enchanting beauty.
Ling Cang leaned down and kissed Ming Xi again, this time more passionately, as if trying to merge themselves into each other’s flesh and blood.
The long night was filled with tenderness and lingering passion, intertwining and entwining until the eastern sky gradually brightened with the dawn.
The Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Consort waited early at the gates of Jiuyang Palace.
Upon hearing the Heavenly Gate guards report that the Divine Emperor had returned to the heavenly realm, they had immediately come to Jiuyang Palace to request an audience.
However, the palace maidens guarding the entrance blocked the way, sternly stating that the Divine Emperor had ordered no admittance to anyone. Coupled with the barrier the Divine Emperor had erected, no one dared to force their way in.
“Aunt, I heard the Divine Emperor was carrying someone. That person…” Yu’er bit her lip.
“Is that someone he favors?”
The Heavenly Consort gently patted her hand.
“Don’t worry. It might not be. Even if it is, so what? How can a mortal compare to the illustrious Spirit Feather Fairy of the immortal realm?”
Yu’er nodded.
And so, the crowd waited at the palace gates for a full two hours. Just as everyone was growing impatient, the barrier surrounding the palace gradually dissipated, and Ling Cang emerged, carrying someone in his arms.
The person was wrapped in a white brocade quilt, only a small face visible. Though pale, it could not conceal its delicate beauty. Their eyes were tightly closed, long lashes like feathers trembling slightly, as if they were still restless in their dreams. Their hair was loosely scattered, adding to their fragile appearance.
The Heavenly Consort stepped forward and asked, “Divine Emperor, who is this?”
Ling Cang glanced at her but did not answer.
He walked straight out of the palace gates, carrying the person.
The crowd exchanged puzzled looks. Yu’er bit her lip anxiously and followed.
“Divine Emperor, where… where are you going?”
Ling Cang stopped and glanced at her.
“The mortal realm.”
He then turned to the Heavenly Emperor and said,
“If there’s anything, come to the mortal realm to find me.”
Without waiting for a response, he left for the mortal realm.
Upon arriving in the mortal realm, Ming Xi slept for three full days.
When he woke, his entire body ached, covered in kiss marks.
Over the past few days, though drowsy, he knew his heat had come early, and he liked Ling Cang, and Ling Cang liked him.
He didn’t know where Ling Cang had taken him these past few days.
He only remembered a place shrouded in mist, very unfamiliar.
Ling Cang had placed him in a pool. The water was warm and emitted a faint medicinal fragrance, with jade railings glowing softly around it.
At that time, Ling Cang held him tightly, showering him with passionate kisses from his forehead to his neck, covering every inch of his skin with affection.
Ming Xi hooked his arms around Ling Cang’s neck, tilting his head up slightly to meet his kisses, occasionally letting out soft, helpless moans.
Ling Cang’s hands wandered through the water, caressing his smooth back, sending shivers through him. His lips moved to Ming Xi’s ear, gently nibbling on the sensitive earlobe as he whispered his name.
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Now, recalling it, the dreamlike scene seemed still before his eyes.
Ming Xi couldn’t help but blush, the intimate moments with Ling Cang flashing through his mind.
He gently bit his lip, feeling both shy and sweet.
Just then, the door pushed open, and Ling Cang walked in carrying a tray.
Seeing Ming Xi’s adorable expression, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Since you’re awake, eat this fruit,” Ling Cangg said as he approached the bedside.
Ming Xi rubbed his eyes and looked at the tray in Ling Cang’s hands.
“What fruit is this?”
Ling Cang pulled the quilt up higher and said,
“I found it in a very mysterious place. It can restore your energy.”
While Ming Xi was sound asleep, Ling Cang had picked this spirit fruit from the celestial tree in the heavenly realm, which bore fruit only once every hundred years, just to help him recover.
Although the immortals lamented its loss, this fruit was meant for the Divine Emperor alone, and no one else was worthy of it. If they knew it was being given to a mortal, they would surely gossip for days.
Ming Xi connected it to the fact that they had been intimate these past few days, and Ling Cang had sought the fruit to prevent his body from weakening. His face flushed red.
He held the fruit with both hands, nibbling on it like a little hamster, his eyes darting around as he looked at Ling Cang.
Ling Cang reached out and gently touched the juice at the corner of his mouth.
“Is it sweet?”
Ming Xi smiled. “Sweet, very sweet.”
Then he frowned. “It’s just a bit big. I might not be able to finish it.”
Ling Cang used a silk handkerchief to wipe the juice from his mouth.
“If you can’t finish it, give it to me. Don’t force yourself.”
Once, Ming Xi had forced himself to finish a flat peach to avoid wasting it, and that night, Ling Cang had to rub his belly the entire night.
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