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Yue Qingyuan’s palms were sweaty enough that the scrolls were getting ruined.
He dropped them back onto the table, running his hands over his knees as covertly as he could, but it was obvious from the way Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed in disgust over his fan that he saw the action.
What else was Yue Qingyuan supposed to do? How else could he react? The room smelled heavily of sex.
So much so that Yue Qingyuan had almost walked right back out when he first arrived.
The Bamboo House always smelled of incense and green tea, with the faintest underlying scent of old books and candied ginger. It was a familiar and almost comforting aroma that Yue Qingyuan associated so closely with Shen Qingqiu that he couldn’t help smiling when entering a library or when taking tea.
It was for that reason that it was understandable that when Yue Qingyuan entered the house and took in a lungful of what he expected to smell like home and instead got a face full of sweat and semen and lust, he was nearly bowled over. Never had he expected Shen Qingqiu’s house to reek of copulation and never had he expected to sit through the awkward silence of people pretending nothing was out of the ordinary.
The tea that was placed in front of them was light and subtly floral - gentle in both fragrance and taste to the point that it was almost just water. It was the tea Shen Qingqiu served when he was being disrespectful to his guest in the most polite way possible. An outrageously expensive tea that a person could not feel snubbed at but which was so very far from enjoyable that one had to refrain from grimacing when drinking it.
Yue Qingyuan was quite familiar with it.
Shen Qingqiu did not bother pretending to drink it and simply let it sit in front of him until the steam stopped rising. Yue Qingyuan was not as lucky and had to finish the whole tearfully bland cup before the other man deigned to respond.
“How can this one help Zhangmen-shixiong?”
Yue Qingyuan had a reason for coming. A really good one. Important. Necessary. There were documents with things written on them that Shen Qingqiu needed to read and Yue Qingyuan needed a response for.
The cup in front of him was refilled. Yue Qingyuan kept his gaze locked firmly on the steaming, disgusting drink because he did not trust himself not to look at the man pouring the tea.
It was clear that Yue Qingyuan should have turned and left as soon as he was greeted by that smell.
Lifting the cup to his mouth, Yue Qingyuan felt his gaze slide to the side without his input, landing on bare ankles.
Shen Yuan’s robes were haphazardly done, hair nearly a mess, and he very obviously wasn’t wearing pants or socks. It was the most disordered Yue Qingyuan had ever seen the Qing Jing Head Disciple. Not only did Shen Qingqiu expect all of his disciples to be presentable and neat, but Shen Yuan was particularly anal about his appearance. It was clear that Shen Yuan was uncomfortable in his current state from the way the younger man’s eyes kept refusing to meet any of the others’ to the way he kept fidgeting with his clothing.
Something thick and white trickled down a pale calf, sliding down over the jut of the delicate ankle bone and Yue Qingyuan’s grip on the cup faltered. It slipped from his hand and splashed luke-warm tea down the front of his robes.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t even blink.
“If Zhangmen-shixiong has nothing to say, then this shidi implores him to take his leave.”
Shen Yuan shuffled back, a fist twisting in his robes in discomfort or mortification or horror or something - something Yue Qingyuan couldn’t think about, didn’t care about, didn’t bother worrying about because that had to be Shen Qingqiu’s- Xiao Jiu’s - cum.
Yue Qingyuan’s mind blanked.
The room was suddenly too warm. Too small. Too dark. The walls were getting closer or maybe the ceiling was lowering or perhaps the floor was tilting. It was hard to tell because Yue Qingyuan couldn’t think. Without his mind, all he could do was feel and he felt so, so much.
“Please,” he murmured, his lips barely moving. He leaned sideways or the floor moved to meet him or the entire room spun - it didn’t really matter how because he was closer to that smear of cum and he wanted it. No, he needed it.
The room realigned, falling back into place when a fan slammed down on the table in front of them.
Yue Qingyuan dragged his eyes and wandering hand away from the glob on the floor and looked back at the man who practically put it there.
The room was no longer shifting and moving and spinning but it was still so unbearably hot and stifling and cramped.
Yue Qingyuan felt foggy and out of breath, desperate in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. Since he had stood in front of a burned house, since he had stood in front of a rogue cultivator who had just murdered his rogue master. Desperate in every way that Shen Qingqiu had ever made him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The Qing Jing Peak Lord’s voice was sharp and sneering.
Yue Qingyuan didn’t have words because, really, what was he doing?
“I…” he cleared his throat, voice tight and unsure as he realized he was practically crawling on the ground towards Shen Yuan. “I just-“
“Just what?” Shen Qingqiu stood from the low table and both of the other men straightened. He glided towards them, face twisted in contempt. “Just rolling around on the ground like some mutt?”
Yue Qingyuan tried to stumble his way up, freezing when Shen Qingqiu raised his hand to stop him, teeth bared in ridicule.
“Stay. You want to roll and slobber on the ground, far be it from me to stop you.”
Yue Qingyuan slumped back like a puppet with its strings cut.
Shen Qingqiu came up beside the other two, a hand darting down to swipe under Shen Yuan’s robes, ignoring the man’s exclamation in protest. He pulled back with a gleaming palm and shoved it in Yue Qingyuan’s face.
Yue Qingyuan stayed still, breathlessly letting the viscous liquid smear on his face and trying not to show how degenerate the action made him feel by trying to lick at the already retreating palm.
“Shizun-“
“Don’t.” Shen Qingqiu cut off sharply. “Shen Yuan has spoken so highly in defense of his Zhangmen-shibo and yet here he is trying to lick filth off the ground. Does he look righteous and virtuous still? How Shen Yuan has tried to tell this master that Yue-shixiong is harmless but a man is a man.”
Shen Yuan looked taken aback at the sudden vitriol before his face twisted in irritation.
“Must Shizun exacerbate every situation? Clearly something is wrong with Zhangmen-shibo.” He tentatively used the end of his robe to wipe at Yue Qingyuan’s face, eyes refusing to actually look at the older man despite his gentle movements.
“Indeed.”
“Medically!” Shen Yuan huffed, dropping the soiled end of his robe. “Something must be wrong with the tea.”
Shame coursed thick and fast through Yue Qingyuan, filling his chest with a hot, nauseous cramp. Nothing was wrong with the tea. He had had the same blend a dozen times and each time it had been the same tearfully pathetic flavor.
“Oh?” Shen Qingqiu challenged. He turned on his heel and marched back towards the table, picking up his neglected cup and draining it in a single swallow. Petulantly, he turned the empty cup over to show that the tea was truly gone before he sat himself down on the couch. He waited a solid three seconds before lifting his hands in mock confusion. “How long shall I wait before this ailment arises?”
Shen Yuan’s lips thinned, teeth audibly creaking with the strength in which he clenched his jaw.
“Must you?” Shen Yuan shuffled, arms crossing at his waist at the stalemate. His haphazardly tied robe slipped down one of his slim shoulders, exposing the kiss marred flesh there. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were on it like a predator catching sight of its prey after a long night of fruitless hunting.
“Ah,” he drawled with faux surprise, settling back on the couch. “Perhaps there is something in the tea. I find myself suddenly viscerally attracted to you.”
Shen Yuan’s face did a complicated thing, half blanching and half blushing until his skin was a strange mixture of gray and red as he tried to right his robes again.
“That is not funny, Shizun.” He managed to choke out, his eyes flickering to look down at their Sect Leader as if the man had any leg to stand on concerning appropriateness. “Shibo, let’s get you up and to Mu-shishu, alright?”
It was as graceful as an out as Yue Qingyuan was ever going to get. All he had to do was agree, to stand and let the underdressed man lead him to Qian Cao Peak.
It would be easy and give him as much dignity as he could after being shameless and letting his utter obsession with Shen Qingqiu get the better of him.
Yue Qingyuan looked up at Shen Yuan - a man who had clearly just been fucked and filled with the cum from the love of his life, the one his heart was devoted and full of, the one his soul yearned and cried for - and felt his sanity crack just a little bit more. Who were they all trying to kid? Shen Qingqiu let Yue Qingyuan into his house where his lover was half dressed and still dripping with his spend, had literally rubbed the proof of their sex in his face. The situation was fucked the second the Qing Jing Peak Lord didn’t slam the door in his face.
“Please,” he begged instead, like the foolish madman he was. He slowly leaned down, tongue stuck so far out it felt like he was going to choke.
Yue Qingyuan licked the puddle on the floor, eyes shuddering closed as the salty bitterness hit his tongue. It was deliciously disgusting, pungent and foul in a way that stupid tea never could be. It was the best thing he ever tasted.
After two wide swipes, all that was left was the wood grain on his tongue. Yue Qingyuan nearly whined.
“Please,” again, he begged. Eyes finding Shen Qingqiu’s as he reached out with blind, grasping hands, enclosing Shen Yuan’s thin boned ankle in his fist and dragging himself closer. Shen Qingqiu stared back at him from across the room with nothing but utter repulsion, teeth bared in challenge but he didn’t put a stop to Yue Qingyuan’s desperate actions.
Shen Yuan’s free leg stumbled back, but he also didn’t try to break Yue Qingyuan’s hold on him. Shen Yuan looked pained and vaguely disgusted when Yue Qingyuan chanced a glance at him, but he stood still, unwilling to back down from his earlier, blatantly wrong assessment.
“You’re ill, Yue-shibo,” Shen Yuan murmured, though who he was trying to convince and in what way he meant ‘ill’ was impossible to tell. His hands gripped at his robes, twisting the fabric. “You’re not acting like yourself.”
“Yes,” Yue Qingyuan admitted. “I’m very ill. Please.”
Yue Qingyuan leaned back in, tongue trailing up Shen Yuan’s foot and to his calf, feeling the muscle jerk and flinch as his mouth filled with saliva at the taste of Xiao Jiu’s cum. He crawled higher, mouth pressed firmly to skin as he followed the line of fluid up. Unsure hands fluttered around his head as he pushed the robes further up the more he advanced upwards. Shen Yuan’s skin was soft, supple. Yue Qingyuan wanted to bite down and swallow that which he knew Shen Qingqiu had probably touched and tasted and savored as well.
“Please,” he mouthed against Shen Yuan’s thigh.
“Ill,” Shen Yuan grit back faintly through his teeth.
The air sizzled with erratic, violent qi.
Both their eyes darted towards Shen Qingqiu in sync, both asking and begging for his approval, for his help, for his control to relieve them of any responsibility, to put some order to their chaos.
“Yue Qingyuan truly is sick.” Shen Qingqiu said slowly after a tense moment of silence. Both of the other men stilled at that tone that spoke of fury that went past simple anger. “A dog that puts its mouth on other people’s things should be put down. Especially if it has the balls to do it right in front of the owner.”
“Shizun, he didn’t mean anything by it-“
“Go to your room.”
Shen Yuan looked gobsmacked before his face burned red in an indignation that looked strange on someone half clothed with a grown man kneeling at his feet.
“Did Shizun forget that I am not a child?”
“No?” Shen Qingqiu was across the room, his hand coming up to grip at Shen Yuan’s face. “You’re stupid and ignorant like one. A man is literally licking and biting at your thighs, practically gagging to fuck you and you think he ‘meant nothing by it’? When I fuck you do I mean nothing by it too? Do all the vermin who come crawling to our door, slobbering and drooling to snatch you away from me mean nothing? You’re a sheltered child who knows nothing of the world.”
Shen Yuan stared back at the other man blankly.
“He wants to fuck you, Shizun.” Shen Yuan finally spat out through his squished cheeks. He knocked the hand gripping his face away. “He’s licking your cum off of me because it’s yours.”
Shen Qingqiu scoffed, fingers reaching down to twist in Yue Qingyuan’s hair.
“What does that matter, Yuan? Whether it’s my cum or not doesn’t change the fact that he would dare to put his mouth on something that doesn’t belong to him.” He yanked harder on Yue Qingyuan’s hair until the back of his head almost touched his spine. “A man is weak to his own pleasure and quick to dehumanize that which brings him sexual satisfaction. ‘He’s ill,’ so true, A’Yuan. He’s sick with manhood and you’re too quick to let him use you. What will you do when your Liu-shishu comes to you poisoned with sexual pollen? When that little beast comes bitten by some beast that requires dual cultivation to survive? You’d fall over yourself to help them and ignore that they seem to tumble into the same situation over and over again.”
“Shizun is being delusional and paranoid.” Shen Yuan countered weakly.
Shen Qingqiu clicked his tongue in annoyance, yanking Yue Qingyuan’s head purposefully to draw attention back to the Sect Leader who was trying to blend into the floors.
“They don’t even need to actually be in danger for you to fold, you stupid child.” He let go of the older man violently, shaking him off like he was grime. “Whether he wants to fuck me through you or not, he’d still be fucking you. Men like this should be killed. Men who want to use you and your idiotic desire to help should be torn to shreds and eviscerated.”
“Shizun…” Shen Yuan murmured, eyes focused on Yue Qingyuan’s miserable, despondent expression. “Shizun shouldn’t say that about Zhangmen-shibo. Nor our martial family. Shizun doesn’t mean that.”
“I’d rather see all of them die than see you submit yourself to their depravity. What has this master told you, A’Yuan? Men are debase monsters. Perhaps this master should eliminate these vermin rather than let them delude themselves into thinking up messes like this.” Shen Qingqiu snapped, his closed fan swiping at the Sect Leader. Yue Qingyuan made no move to avoid it and took the hit meekly. His acceptance seemed to annoy Shen Qingqiu even more and he raised the fan again.
“Shizun is right about men, of course.” Shen Yuan agreed quickly, hands coming up to dissuade the fan from lashing out.
Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes at Shen Yuan’s cowed expression, knowing his disciple was not one to bend so easily in the face of an argument.
“But Shizun,” Shen Yuan hedged lightly, eyes downcast and hands clasped in front of himself in a show of perfect submission. “Is Shizun not a man? Is this disciple not one?”
Shen Qingqiu stilled, watching with hawk eyes as Shen Yuan lifted his robes with spurious innocence. His thighs glistened with both cum and saliva.
“Perhaps this disciple wants men to crawl and b- um, to beg for a chance.” The crack in Shen Yuan’s voice betrayed his attempt at subterfuge. He cleared his throat and lifted his robes higher, showing the soft pink tip of his cock and the plush sack that sat beneath it.
“What is A’Yuan doing?” Shen Qingqiu asked evenly after a tense, awkward silence. “What is it he thinks he’s saying? Was it not A’Yuan who begged this master not to fuck him in front of every vile wretched that coveted him? And now- what? A’Yuan wants to fuck these men himself?”
Shen Yuan swallowed nervously, eyes darting towards Yue Qingyuan who was doing quite well in his attempt to merge with the ground.
“Of course not, Shizun.”
“No. Say what you mean, A’Yuan. What was it? You gain pleasure from seeing our martial family crawl to you? To see them poison and harm themselves just so you’ll look at them? Should this master help you then? If A’Yuan is so enamored with the idea then this Shen Qingqiu must give his disciple what he desires. Should I fetch Liu-shidi and introduce him to some interesting beasts? Would that please you? Or should I let Yue-shixiong continue to play sick so he can eat my cum out of your ass?”
Shen Yuan flinched back at the words and Shen Qingqiu’s lips thinned.
“Don’t be ridiculous, A’Yuan. You are not like these things,” he gestured disdainfully at Yue Qingyuan. “I made you perfectly. Even your idiocy is perfect.”
“Shizun is unnecessarily cruel,” Shen Yuan mumbled petulantly. “Would Shizun threaten to kill this disciple too if he expressed a desire to- to dual cultivate with other men?”
“As you just did?” Shen Qingqiu mocked, eyebrow raised. “No. If my A’Yuan wanted to play with these dogs then this master would cut off their cocks and let him do as he pleased with them.”
Shen Yuan grimaced.
“Shizun is not being honest. You would let other men touch your A’Yuan?”
The air was still for a moment before Shen Qingqiu was on him.
“Shizu-“ Their lips met violently, Shen Yuan trying to turn his face away to continue talking and Shen Qingqiu chasing after his mouth without a care.
Shen Qingqiu sent them both to the floor, clawing at Shen Yuan’s already messy robes until they pooled beneath him uselessly on the ground. His mouth found his disciple’s neck as his fingers dove inside his still wet and loose hole. Shen Qingqiu felt the subsequential moan vibrate against his tongue, irresolute hands pulling and pushing at his own robes fruitlessly.
“Shizun, wait!” Shen Qingqiu sat up, kissing protesting lips and then the protesting fingers that tried to seperate them. “Zhangmen-shibo is still here!”
“It’s just an animal, A’Yuan. Let it be.”
“Shizun!” The disciple gave an exasperated whine. Turning pleading eyes on the frozen Sect Leader. “Shibo please go-“
“Sit.” Shen Qingqiu barked.
Yue Qingyuan aborted his move to get off the floor and collapsed back down.
“See? A dog.” He murmured against Shen Yuan’s lips. He spread the man’s thighs, fitting himself between them as his tongue buried itself in the younger man’s mouth. He swallowed the objections, licking into Shen Yuan with an undying hunger. “Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
“I don’t like this, Shizun,” Shen Yuan was finally able to get out as Shen Qingqiu pulled back to take his cock out. “I don’t want him to see me like this. Please, not in front of him.”
Shen Qingqiu slowed his movements, bending back to kiss Shen Yuan with a tender softness that the other man couldn’t help chasing after. He kissed his chin and jaw and the side of his neck, his hands dragging up Shen Yuan’s arms and forcing them above his head until their fingers could interlock.
“Are you embarrassed?” He asked lightly, nipping at Shen Yuan’s collarbone. “A’Yuan, you just watched that man lick semen off the ground. What are you afraid of? Him judging you? Him? He begged on his knees for you to let him lick my cum off your thighs.”
“Oh,” Shen Yuan swallowed, chin tipping back to let the other man continue mouthing at his neck. “I…”
“Say no again.” Shen Qingqiu commanded, sitting up so their eyes could meet. “Tell this master no again and I’ll drag the dog back to its house.”
Shen Yuan wavered, chewing on his lower lip in hesitation. He chanced a glance at Yue Qingyuan who sat unobtrusively to the side, eyes hooded and intent as he watched Shen Qingqiu’s bare cock jut outwards.
Frowning, he detangled one of their hands and reached down to grab at Shen Qingqiu’s dick. He stroked it once, thumb running over the tip before he pushed it down and aligned it with his ass. His head tilted back as it rubbed against his rim, his chest expanding with his shuddered breath as Shen Qingqiu nudged it inside.
“That’s it,” Shen Qingqiu praised. “Look at you taking what’s yours.”
Shen Yuan moaned brokenly, hips raising and back arching off the ground as the older man thrusted his cock all the way in. Shen Qingqiu wrapped his free arm around Shen Yuan’s waist and Shen Yuan fisted his in the other’s robe, burying his face in the green silk as his master started to fuck into him.
“Oh gods,” he breathed into Shen Qingqiu’s neck, lips locking onto his pulse point as he whined his pleasure out. “It feels so good, Shizun, so, so good. Why does it always feel so good?”
Shen Qingqiu laughed, using his arm around Shen Yuan’s waist to fuck him down on his cock. He let go of Shen Yuan’s hand to wrap it around the younger's throat, pulling him from off his neck so he could kiss him again. Shen Yuan moaned into the kiss, gasping around the tongue invading his mouth before turning his head sharply to the side as he was overwhelmed by the cock fucking into him. His eyes rolled back and he cried out, sobbing when Shen Qingqiu fucked him harder.
Shen Yuan came untouched with a shudder, his whole body trembling as he bit into his arm to stifle the sounds trying to claw their way out of his throat.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t bother pulling out, just grabbed Shen Yuan’s ankles and forced them over his head, ignoring the sobbed protests as he fucked harshly down into the other man. Each thrust was met with an overwhelmed squeal, Shen Yuan’s hands clawing futilely onto the other man’s robes.
“You take me so well, A’Yuan.” Shen Qingqiu breathed out. “You’re such a good boy for Shizun, so good for me.”
Shen Yuan sobbed, nodding his head in agreement as he felt himself get hard again. He reached down with both hands, jerking himself off roughly as Shen Qingqiu watched on.
“Are you going to cum on your face, A’Yuan?” Shen Qingqiu asked breathlessly, his hips moving faster and harder until Shen Yuan was being physically moved up the floor by the force, body contorting further. “Go ahead, cum for me.”
Shen Yuan cried out near hysterically as he came again, cum splattering against his face and into his open mouth. He squeezed his dick futilely, shuddering in pain as the overstimulation continued until Shen Qingqiu came himself. Shen Yuan whimpered as he was filled, already tender and sore from the earlier round they had.
Shen Qingqiu let go of Shen Yuan’s ankles, slowly lowering his legs into a more comfortable position as he pulled out. White fluid followed his dick on the way out, overflowing out of the tight passage. Shen Qingqiu pushed a glob back in lazily before looking sharply at the silent man off to the side.
Holding his hand out in mock invitation, fingers spreading to show off the viscous liquid, Shen Qingqiu waved Yue Qingyuan forward. The Sect Leader scurried over like an oversized rat, dipping his head to take the offered fingers in his mouth with a pleased groan.
Shen Yuan watched the display with a small scowl, his breathing slowing down as he came off the sexual high. After a moment of letting the man slobber all over Shen Qingqiu’s hand, he sat up and gently turned Yue Qingyuan’s head away, running his fingers through the older man’s hair and coaxing him down, down until Shen Yuan could wrap a leg around his shoulders.
Yue Qingyuan hesitated in front of the dripping hole, looking back at Shen Qingqiu for approval. Shen Yuan yanked at his hair impatiently, forcing the other man to turn back to him and shoving his face between his legs.
He gasped as a tongue licked over him, his other leg coming up to wrap around Yue Qingyuan, trapping the man between his thighs.
Despite the new sensation and the unfamiliar touch, Shen Yuan’s eyes were focused on Shen Qingqiu. He watched the older man with hooded eyes, an unfamiliar possessive jealousy churning in his stomach.
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Shen Yuan set the Qing Jing Peak’s reports on Yue Qingyuan’s desk.
The older man smiled politely, drawing the papers towards him and giving them a brief overview.
“Thank you, shizhi.”
Shen Yuan inclined his head respectfully in reply, turning to leave before stopping at the open door. He turned his head to look back at the older man who froze at the sudden scrutiny.
“Shibo,” he began slowly, sliding the door quietly closed. “My master sends his thanks for not visiting this month.”
Yue Qingyuan set the papers down with a trembling hand, pushing the scrolls carelessly to the side as his attention was arrested.
“If it pleases Shen-shidi, then this one is grateful.”
Shen Yuan's eyes narrowed, his lips thinning in irritation.
Not for the first time, Yue Qingyuan was caught by how similar Shen Yuan looked to his master.
“This shizhi is also grateful that shibo has left my Shizun alone.”
“It has been difficult.” Yue Qingyuan swallowed around his dry throat, fists clenching to try and dispel restless energy. “This Qingyuan wishes to see his shidi.”
Shen Yuan mouthed his courtesy name back at him, face wiping clear of any emotion.
“The Sect Leader sees all of his shidi and shimei during Peak Lord Meetings.” Shen Yuan turned from the door to walk back towards the desk, one of his hands casually pulling at the belt around his waist. “He is not being denied this one’s Shizun’s time.”
Yue Qingyuan’s eyes focused on the hands working to remove layers of clothes.
“Private time with my shidi is denied.” He specified, watching as those hands stilled and jerked with anger. “It is difficult.”
Shen Yuan jaw clenched as his robes dropped to the ground, his pants following closely behind until he was in front of Yue Qingyuan in nothing but his socks.
“This shizhi tries to be fair to Zhangmen-shibo.” He sat on the cleared desk, legs spreading on either side of Yue Qingyuan. “But shibo purposefully provokes this one.”
“Not purposefully.” Yue Qingyuan denied distractedly, eyes more focused on the trickle of semen dripping into his desk than the words.
“Yet you continuously lust after my Qingqiu despite knowing he is mine.”
Yue Qingyuan jerked back but stopped as a hand twisted in his hair.
“I let you get a taste of him but you will remember that he is not nor will he ever be yours. You are nothing to him. This,” he motioned to his spread legs and the cum drooling out of him, “is a kindness for a dog who doesn’t know its place. Because I am compassionate and tolerant and generous despite your continuous disrespect. He doesn’t like you, he doesn’t want you, he doesn’t need you. I’m all he requires.”
Yue Qingyuan watched him blearily, eyes hazy as he turned his head to press his mouth to the wrist next to his face.
“You become more like him every day.” He breathed against the skin.
Shen Yuan observed him emotionlessly before dragging him down between his thighs.
“Keep that to yourself or lose this too.”
Yue Qingyuan fell into him like a starving man.