Tonight is a full moon.

Looking up at the unusually bright silver moon hanging high in the sky, He Yan belatedly realized this fact.

The moon belongs to yin. The night will embrace all the ghostly things that dare not show themselves in the daylight, especially on a full moon night like this. It is the time of the month when yin energy is strongest, and also the moment when the power of ghosts and demons is most potent.

Influenced by the yin energy, many ghosts and monsters will lose self-control, revealing a tuft of fur or a tail in the corners of the city. For humans, the night of the full moon is also a time prone to incidents.

However, the vast majority of those affected are small demons and ghosts with less than a thousand years of cultivation. For powerful demons with deep cultivation, this bit of change in yin energy is far from enough to make them lose their senses.

According to common sense, unless it is an extremely yin day that occurs once in a thousand years, it is impossible to interfere with Xuan Qi's actions.

But looking at the man's appearance, something is clearly a bit off.

The man stands silently three meters away from him, head lowered, staring at him without blinking. A few strands of black hair fall over his forehead, giving him a few more traces of casualness compared to the daytime.

At such a close distance, He Yan can clearly see the desire hidden deep within the man's dark eyes.

A strange wind blows from the direction of the half-demolished old building by the road, bringing a hint of coolness that doesn't match this summer night.

The instinct of the human body makes him want to immediately escape from the man's presence, but He Yan steadies himself. The moment his body wants to step back, he controls himself not to act rashly, and then releases thin threads of spiritual power.

Then, using spiritual power as a carrier, he clearly sees the abnormalities that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

The man's shadow at his feet has distorted at some point, no longer in human shape. The bottom is a shapeless mass of darkness, and countless slender dark shadows protrude from it, like a monster with numerous bizarre tentacles. During the day, it restrains itself and dons the shell of a well-dressed human. But on this yin-filled night, it can no longer hold back from tearing off its skin, revealing its unruly and ferocious true face.

Those dark shadows originate from under the man's feet. Like nimble little snakes, they wind their way towards him. Reaching his feet, they transform from flat paper shapes into entities, rising from the ground and gently resting on the tips of his shoes.

He Yan: "..."

This long black thing looks really familiar.

Besides the abnormality of the man's shadow, wisps of tiny black energy continuously emerge from the ground in this entire area around them. Like a light mist, it permeates the air, dyeing this night with an ominous hue.

In the long silence, He Yan shifts his gaze from the man's face and looks into the distance.

It's as if a layer of gauze has been placed over his eyes. The lights from the tall towers in the city center already appear very blurry. In this ghostly corner of the city, all is quiet. He can only feel his own heartbeat and body temperature, as if isolated from the entire world.

The moment that cold, soft tentacle touches his ankle, He Yan loses focus. Unable to control his body's instinct, he lightly steps back.

However, it is this single subconscious step back that seems to break the silence. Almost the instant he moves, the man presses forward and grabs his shoulders.

The already short distance between the two now almost completely disappears. He Yan's nose even brushes against the man's chest, forcing him to tilt his head high to meet the man's downward gaze.

However, perhaps due to unstable emotions, the man's grip is a bit strong, squeezing this fragile body until it aches. He Yan can't help but reflexively furrow his brows.

This person, really... When he should be forceful, he refuses to stick his neck out no matter what. When he shouldn't be forceful, he always has inexplicable courage.

It's enough to make one both angry and amused.

But as it turns out, He Yan overestimated his courage.

When the man's gaze meets his furrowed brows, his expression wavers. He releases the hands restraining He Yan's shoulders, the depth in his eyes quickly fading, replaced by a hint of regret.

The black energy in the air seems to scatter, instantly vanishing without a trace. The coolness around them is replaced by the original heat of the summer night. The distant lights are no longer blurry. Even the tentacle that had already crept into his pant leg swiftly retracts with a "whoosh".

He Yan: "..."

If you have the guts to make a move, can't you just be forceful to the end?

Doing this makes it seem like he's the one bullying the man...

After releasing his hands, the man takes a few steps back, lowering his eyes, not daring to meet He Yan's gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he briefly speaks: "Sorry."

Saying that, he takes another step back, his figure gradually blurring as if he wants to flee in panic.

"Wait a moment," He Yan coldly says before the man's figure completely disappears.. "If you leave now, please don't appear in front of me again in the future."

As soon as his words fall, the man's body, which had been reduced to a faint outline, solidifies again.

His brows tightly furrowed, he seems unable to comprehend the meaning behind He Yan's words for a moment. Standing in place for a while, he softly says: "I thought you didn't want to see me again."

He Yan chuckles: "If I didn't want to see you, why would I let you into the house? Am I a masochist?"

"No, no," meeting his slightly mocking gaze, the man can't help but clench his fists at his sides. "...It's all my fault."

He Yan continues coolly: "Then tell me where you went wrong."

After a long silence, under his sharp gaze, the man finally speaks with difficulty: "I shouldn't have..."

Then he pauses for a few seconds before saying the remaining few words in a low voice: "...forced you."

Those last two words are almost whispered. If He Yan's senses weren't sharper than ordinary people's, he might not have heard them.

After saying those three words, the man quickly adds: "I'm sorry. As long as you can forgive me, I'll do anything."

The tall man stands under the dim streetlight, half of his face hidden in darkness, his gaze lowered. His shadow, which has returned to normal, is stretched at a slant by the light, actually appearing a bit thin.

Looking at the man's dejected expression as if waiting for a verdict to be handed down, He Yan couldn't help but think that if the man had a tail behind him, it would surely be drooping listlessly on the ground at this moment. After pondering for a while, instead of responding to the man's words, he walked directly in front of him. Under the man's somewhat surprised gaze, he reached out towards his face and then... grabbed his hair and pulled it down!

Although a bit dazed the instant his hair was grabbed, the man didn't dare resist at all. Instead, he obediently cooperated with the youth's movements, bending over and lowering his head to the same height as the boy.

Was he... going to hit him? At this thought, the man's heart that had been suspended finally dropped halfway. If the youth was willing to forgive him, he would be more than happy to be beaten up ten times, let alone once. Moreover, with the youth's capabilities, it would be difficult to cause him any substantial harm even if he used all his strength.

However, the youth didn't directly make a move. He just pulled the man's hair, bringing his face a little closer to his own direction. "Then why don't you tell me," the youth brought his lips close to the man's ear, his clear voice seeming to carry a hint of enchantment, "how you plan to compensate me?"

Although outwardly no different from humans, he didn't essentially belong to humans, so naturally his body didn't have the temperature it should. The hot breath from the youth's mouth hit his auricle, and that burning heat he had only felt in his memories instantly made his entire body stiffen. Then, as if it was contagious, this heat spread from his ear tips to his neck, and further down... rapidly engulfing all the cells in his body.

He Yan looked at the man's instantly reddened ear tips after he lightly blew on them, feeling an indescribable peculiarity in his mood. He got embarrassed so easily? The man's originally neat hairstyle had already been messed up by his pulling, with black strands of hair scattered haphazardly on his forehead and cheeks, showing a bit of a disheveled look.

Due to their posture, Xuan Qi couldn't see the youth's expression at the moment. In front of his eyes were only the youth's slender chin and neck. Perhaps his brain had been burned by the heat in his body, but at this time when he should have been behaving himself and waiting to be hit, he couldn't help but move his head that was still being gripped by the youth, lightly kissing the small section of chin in front of his eyes.

At that instant, the only thought in Xuan Qi's mind was that the youth's face was very soft. If only he could lick it again, and those pale pink lips must feel warm and soft when kissed... However, in the next second, all these messy thoughts were instantly scared away by a sentence from the youth.

The youth slightly turned his face and tightened his grip on Xuan Qi's hair. His tone was flat, with no discernible emotion: "It seems you want to compensate me in this way?"

Xuan Qi suddenly came to his senses. Realizing that he had once again uncontrollably taken liberties with the youth, he wished he could slap himself. He didn't know what demon had possessed him. As long as he got a little closer to the youth, it was as if his self-control completely disappeared.

He hadn't yet sought the youth's forgiveness, yet he made such a disrespectful move again. His image in the youth's eyes was probably already in the negatives, right? He wanted to straighten up and put some distance between them, but in his fluster, he forgot that the youth was still gripping his hair. He had only retreated a little when he was fiercely pulled back.

The youth leaned in close to his ear again, even closer this time. With every movement of his lips, Xuan Qi could feel the soft touch of the youth's lips brushing against his ear from time to time.

Xuan Qi felt like he was being roasted on the karmic fire of the 29th level of the abyss of hell. The flames stirred up by the youth completely incinerated the little reason he had left.

In a daze, he heard the youth's voice enter his ears like poison-laced honey: "Alright then, I accept."