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Chapter 287: Smelling the Fragrance at Night

Chapter 287: Smelling the Fragrance at Night

"…So, what you mean is that you talked with him for a long time, but didn't get any useful information, right?"

Qin Xiao tapped his knuckles, his eyes dim.

Several days had passed since he had talked with Qiu Puryue, but he still hadn't received any news from Yin Xihui, so he had to take the initiative to ask him to meet, but he got this news.

"You can't say no, anyway, he doesn't want to say it through other people. You and he have been friends for so long, you should know about it, right?" Yin Xihui explained with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Qin Xiao felt more alert at this time: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Feeling." Qin Xiao pointed his finger, "So you know why, but Mo Hanyu won't let you tell me, right?"

"I guess so." Yin Xihui smiled, "I want to see him tell you himself."

"What kind of accident happened?"

"That depends on your definition of accident."

Qin Xiao nodded thoughtfully, thinking of something, and turned to look at him: "Did Qiu Puryue contact you?"

When this was mentioned, Yin Xihui's smile faded a little: "I have contacted you."

It seems that Qiu Puryue’s reaction made him very unhappy.

Qin Xiao thought: "Did they have a fight?"

"No." Yin Xihui shook the cup, his knuckles turning white. "It's just a disagreement at best."

"Oh?"

"But whatever. There's no point in arguing with her."

Qin Xiao thought about how Qiu Puyue had quickly returned to her usual lively self after she had mustered up the courage to talk to Yin Xihui in the past two days, and she was no longer shy in her steps. He thought the two of them had talked it out, but now it seemed that only one of them had given in and concealed his true thoughts.

Yin Xihui didn't know what Qin Xiao was thinking, so he just said, "But you don't have to worry, he should come to see you in the next two days."

"Because of what?"

"You'll know then."

Yin Xihui was right. Sure enough, within two days, Mo Hanyu came to see him.

It was late at night and he was just coming out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose bathrobe, when he saw the uninvited boy on the bed.

The young man heard the noise and looked over here. His eyes, as blue as the sky, seemed to change.

Qin Xiao ignored him, as if he didn't see him. He lay straight on the bed, flipping through the book in boredom.

After five years of seclusion, the desire to study that he had finally regained was completely extinguished. He could not understand the words in the textbooks at all. After struggling for a while, he decided to give up.

Knowing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Qin Xiao raised his eyes lazily and looked at the young man whose breathing was inexplicably disordered, still without saying a word.

Just before the lights were turned off, Mo Hanyu suddenly held his hand, his eyes solemn: "Why don't you speak?"

Qin Xiao looked at him meaningfully, pulled his hand away, turned over with the quilt wrapped around him, and faced away from him, obviously not wanting to pay any attention to him.

"...Xiao." Mo Hanyu looked at him like this, and his heart felt like being scratched by a kitten, itchy and numb, with an indescribable throbbing.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Mo Hanyu looked at Qin Xiao's vaguely exposed skin, and his gaze slid deeper along the deep lines, to the area that could not be seen.

Qin Xiao still ignored him.

Mo Hanyu was confused and couldn't help but lean down. His nose was only a fingernail's distance away from his ear, so no matter how slight the change in his breath was, it couldn't be hidden.

Qin Xiao felt that Mo Hanyu's breath was a little disordered, but he didn't know why.

Seeing that he was silent, Mo Hanyu raised his hand to pull him over, but stopped in mid-air. Finally, he touched the hair near his ear as if resigned to his fate.

"Are you angry with me?"

The young man spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness that is unique to voice change. His warm breath sprinkled on Qin Xiao's ears, which was a little itchy.

Qin Xiao tilted his head and burrowed deeper into the pillow.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment. Mo Hanyu sighed softly and reached out to pull the bathrobe, but even after pulling it below the shoulders, Qin Xiao still didn't move.

"Xiao..." Mo Hanyu's voice was soft, with a hint of grievance.

Qin Xiao remained unmoved.

Mo Hanyu had no choice but to talk business first: "In two months, the quadrennial continent-wide Qi Cultivation Academy Competition will be held, and our academy will also participate then."

Qin Xiao's ears twitched.

"I got news earlier that our academy might be disbanded." Mo Hanyu put his hand on Qin Xiao's shoulder, staring at the skin he was caressing with his eyes downcast, his eyes dark, "I asked Xia Wulele, it's true."

After hearing this, Qin Xiao turned around and looked at him.

"Because of what?"

"I don't know, maybe the academy has improved in the past two years, and some people can't sit still anymore." The two of them were very close. Qin Xiao was unaware, and Mo Hanyu stared at the face so close to him, his eyes thick with color.

"The dean planted some spiritual rice and spiritual fruit in the mountains a few years ago. Every year, the harvest was good and he could earn some money, forming his own business chain. With sufficient funds, expanding enrollment is naturally not a problem. But after all, the nature of the academy is special, and in the past two years, he has only recruited some children with little talent."

Qin Xiao wanted to prop up his arms and sit up to listen, but when he stood up, Mo Hanyu did not retreat, allowing the two of them to get closer.

When Qin Xiao realized it, he was already very close, and even vaguely felt that he had touched something soft.

Qin Xiao paused, thinking that he was still brooding over the fact that he had ignored him before, and slowly lay down again, not noticing the flash of regret in Mo Hanyu's eyes.

"The dean originally wanted to participate in this competition so that he could be taken seriously by other famous colleges or sects, which would give him a way out."

"...Picking vegetables?" Qin Xiao's voice did not convey any emotion, but Mo Hanyu, who had been friends with him for many years, sensed a hint of anger in it.

Mo Hanyu knew that the anger was not directed at him, so he was not afraid. He smiled softly: "Xia Wule didn't want to leave either. She said she wanted to stay with the dean all the time."

Qin Xiao did not respond, as if trying to calm his anger, and immediately said, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I'll tell you what's about to happen."

Qin Xiao hummed from his nose, turned his head and was about to turn over with his back to him: "That's it, you can go now."

"Xiao..." Mo Hanyu saw that his attitude had relaxed a little, so he bravely held his face and made him look at him.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden from you."

This child has known how to make people feel soft-hearted since he was young.

Qin Xiao thought, looking at his gorgeous and charming eyes, the hand that was stroking his cheek was cold, with slender knuckles, gently and slowly lifting his face.

The voices surrounding his ears were also deliberately suppressed and softened, with a humble attitude, intimate words... He knew what to do to make him soft-hearted and discouraged.

I have been like this since I was a child, and I am used to coaxing people.

Qin Xiao suddenly realized that they were very close, almost to the point of their breaths intertwining. Those pure blue eyes had been stained with a bit of darkness without knowing when, staring straight at him, hiding a desire that he could not understand.

"……what you up to?"

Qin Xiao sighed, always helpless towards him.

The fingers that were caressing his face had reached his lips at some point, pressing them lightly with an indescribable meaning.

Qin Xiao was puzzled, but frowned.

He felt that Mo Hanyu was a little different today, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was.

Mo Hanyu lowered his eyes and stared at the lips that were slowly tightened due to doubt, and said inexplicably: "I want to sleep with you."

The voice was hoarse and ambiguous, even with a hint of suppressed desire.

Anyone else would be able to understand his hidden meaning.

But this person happened to be Qin Xiao.

Fortunately, this person is Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao was stunned: "That's it?"

He hummed in an ambiguous tone.

"Why are you still so clingy..." Qin Xiao wondered, but he moved aside half a body, "Don't you have your own room?"

He chuckled and hugged her coquettishly: "You said it too, you're clingy."

Qin Xiao's upper body was almost naked at this time. He hugged him tightly, his chests pressed so closely that he could even feel the vibration of the other's chest.

"You're already so old..." Qin Xiao was a little helpless, but still let him hold him, "Didn't you get a girlfriend a few days ago?"

"No." Mo Hanyu said in a muffled voice.

"what?"

"I haven't dated anyone in these years. The girl before was just a misunderstanding on their part." Mo Hanyu explained.

Qin Xiao knew it was a misunderstanding and said nothing more.

The night is dark and the moonlight is lingering.

Mo Hanyu listened to the steady breath beside him and felt a little anxious.

It was clearly he who asked to sleep on his side, but he was also the one who tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Mo Hanyu opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping boy.

The cold moonlight depicted the young man's sharp face like a knife. Unlike him, Qin Xiao's face was quite cold and stern. It might also be related to his acquired aura, which always made people feel a little oppressive.

Mo Hanyu looked at him quietly, slowly touched the warm arm under the quilt, and stealthily followed the outline to reach the warm and broad palm.

Mo Hanyu's heart was pounding. He nervously observed whether Qin Xiao showed any signs of waking up, while carefully holding his fingers.

He felt that he was being very bad, frivolous, presumptuous...even mean.

Qin Xiao was not completely ignorant of matters between men and women, nor was he completely ignorant of those obscure and dry emotions. He just trusted him...

Qin Xiao had been absent from his crucial five years, and he had always been slow to notice that his feelings towards him had changed. He was so accommodating and yielding today only because they had been like this since childhood...

He and Qin Xiao developed this habit when they were young, and it lasted until the day before Qin Xiao went into seclusion. Qin Xiao had not changed in the five years of seclusion, but he no longer needed anyone to accompany him on the bed, and he would not have any problem being alone.

Herein lies the problem…

Qin Xiao still thought he was an ignorant child, so he acquiesced to his extraordinary behavior. Because in Qin Xiao's eyes, he was still the same as before, a teenager who needed company...

But he has changed.

He just relied on Qin Xiao's trust in him to act recklessly, trying to subtly make Qin Xiao accept his step-by-step aggression.

This is a despicable idea.

Because Qin Xiao never defended himself against him.

Mo Hanyu stared at Qin Xiao's sleeping eyes and felt inexplicably sad and timid.

Just like at this moment, Qin Xiao had no idea what he felt for him, so he just let him lie beside him, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

He didn't want to treat him like this, but he didn't dare to move forward rashly.

What if I confess, we can't even be friends anymore...

Mo Hanyu had seen this before. Before the incident was exposed, being intimate or even engaging in ambiguous behavior was allowed.

But once it's pierced...

Once rejected, there will be no return.

Mo Hanyu had been somewhat lucky before today. He did have feelings for Qin Xiao, but maybe he could be satisfied with just being friends? Could he be satisfied with the intimacy between friends only, even if he kept it in his heart until the feelings faded, or kept it for a lifetime?

But he found that he couldn't do it.

As long as he met Qin Xiao's calm black eyes, dark desires could not help but grow from the bottom of his heart.

I want to touch his face, hug him, kiss him, and do something more intimate with him...

Desire surged in like a tide, easily drowning him in a whirlpool of chaos and turbidity, leaving him without the slightest thought of resistance.

He wants to follow his heart.

But he was afraid that Qin Xiao would notice something and was afraid of being rejected by Qin Xiao.

He knew Qin Xiao. If Qin Xiao hated something, they would either fight to the death or never see each other again.

He is afraid...

Mo Hanyu unconsciously clenched his fingers, completely forgetting that they were interlocking their fingers. The dull pain from his knuckles woke Qin Xiao up, and he frowned uncomfortably and slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Hanyu's whole body tensed up. He met Qin Xiao's unexpected gaze and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Sure enough, Qin Xiao quickly noticed the abnormality of his finger and pulled it out of his hand cleanly and neatly.

There was nothing between his fingers, and Mo Hanyu suddenly felt a little lost.

But then, Qin Xiao stretched out his long arms, supported his back and hugged him in his arms, and Mo Hanyu's face was almost buried in his hot and strong chest.

The hot breath was pervasive, soaking his whole body. He could smell a faint scent of cedar on Qin Xiao, which was a bit strange.

It was the first time that he smelled such a refreshing fragrance from Qin Xiao, restrained and steady, just like Qin Xiao.

Mo Hanyu's heart was pounding so hard that he even wondered if it would be too embarrassing if he died of excitement.

The burning sensation from his back made his cheeks red. Mo Hanyu's eyelashes flickered and he didn't dare to look at him.

"Don't move." Qin Xiao's voice was lazily tinged with a hint of not yet awake, and he patted his back like coaxing a child.

"Go to sleep."

The deep and sexy voice made the tips of my ears burn and I couldn't stop trembling.

The instigator was unaware of this and he hugged him, closed his eyes and stroked his soft hair.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he added a sentence.

"I'm here."

Clearly intended to appease.

...it's over.

Mo Hanyu's eyes inexplicably turned red, his fingers clenched quietly, and he closed his eyes in almost despair.

At this moment, he knew.

He can't get out.