Speechless

"I had drinks with Xing Qiu and had nowhere else to go, so I could only come back to find you."

Chen Weichen looked up and saw a bronze mirror in the distance, reflecting his own shadow.

As if in a trance, he walked a few steps forward to the bronze mirror and reached out to touch it.

The surroundings were already dim. The dark aura around the person in the mirror blended into the darkness. Only a cold and indifferent face could be seen, terrifyingly familiar.

He wanted to smile, but felt stiff and awkward, unable to smile at all.

Finally, the corners of his lips curled up, but he felt the gaze of the person in the mirror remained cold and indifferent. Even that bit of a smile seemed like a condescending sneer, not like himself, but more like someone else.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

Ye Jiuya noticed his unusual expression and came to his side: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Becoming a little more sober, he turned his eyes away, steadied his breathing, and returned to the candlelight. "Just drunk," he added.

The Buddhist temple was simply furnished, especially the bedroom used only for sleeping. There was a desk in front of the bed, without even a chair.

Ye Jiuya poured him some tea. The two remained silent.

Finally, feeling a bit drowsy but not wanting to sleep, he recalled the day his identity as a heart demon was discovered. He found a topic and asked, "After the Feng Shan ceremony, how did you realize I was lying to get you to leave?"

"I..." Ye Jiuya looked at him, seeming to want to say something but hesitating. After a pause, he continued, "I didn't realize you were lying to me."

"Then how did you come back?"

"You always liked being with me, but this time you wanted me to leave first," Ye Jiuya said slowly. "You were probably severely injured by the heart demon."

Chen Weichen stared at him, his heart filled with an indescribable sour emotion.

So it wasn't that he saw through it.

At that time, surrounded by thousands of heart demons, the situation was urgent.

So he set up a plan. First, he gave those items to Ye Jiuya to ensure they wouldn't be taken away. Then he deliberately left behind a bottle of Nine Nether Spring Water, intentionally revealing a flaw, allowing it to be snatched by the heart demons.

With the Nine Nether Spring Water taken, Ye Jiuya would certainly go after it. The heart demons moved extremely fast. A round trip would take a long time. During his absence, he could transform back into his heart demon form and return those items to their original place.

Even if he couldn't retrieve the Nine Nether Spring Water, it didn't matter much. Among those few items, only this one was inexhaustible. Whether refined from the water in the Xingluo Abyss, Xing Qiu's blood, or his own, it was still Nine Nether Spring Water.

This was truly a foolproof method. Even if he passed out from excessive exertion, it could be explained as being injured by the heart demons.

Who knew Ye Jiuya didn't go far before turning back.

He turned back, not because he saw through the scheme, but because he thought Chen Weichen was severely injured.

After returning and seeing the situation, he realized he had been intentionally led away.

Chen Weichen asked, "So you don't want the Nine Nether Spring Water anymore?"

Ye Jiuya didn't say anything.

They gazed at each other in the dim candlelight.

Not wanting to speak, or having nothing to say, or not knowing where to begin.

After a long time, Chen Weichen lowered his eyes. "I..."

After saying this one word, he had nothing more to say, not knowing what to make of himself.

Ye Jiuya spoke, "You said before that you wouldn't lie. I didn't expect you had been deceiving me all along."

Chen Weichen recalled the string of lies he told when asked about his identity, and his heart ached.

"It's my fault for telling many lies," he said. "I didn't want to be associated with him, didn't want you to know."

"I'm also at fault," Ye Jiuya said indifferently. "I understood at first, but after discovering your identity, I started treating you as if you were him, and I know that made you upset."

Chen Weichen pressed his finger on Ye Jiuya's lips. "Be good, let's not talk anymore."

Feeling the soft and warm touch under his fingertips, he suddenly remembered that as a heart demon, his hands were too cold. He hurriedly wanted to move away, not wanting to make Ye Jiuya feel the slightest discomfort.

But looking at those thin, beautiful lips, as if under a spell, he gently traced their outline a few times.

Ye Jiuya looked at him. Again, they were wordlessly facing each other.

They usually didn't say much to each other either. Sometimes Chen Weichen would talk and Ye Jiuya would listen. Sometimes they would both remain silent, just being together, each doing their own thing.

But now, the silence carried many enticing undertones. When their gazes met, there was a surging hesitation, wanting to speak but holding back.

The light wine he drank tonight was still alcohol after all.

As Young Master Chen, his every need had been meticulously taken care of. He never had the chance to develop the capacity to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

He thought to himself, I'll look a little longer, a little longer at this person's eyes. But his body, remembering only to seize the day and pluck the flowers while he could, moved ahead of his mind. He leaned over.

At first it was just a touch, seeing that Ye Jiuya didn't resist, he kissed him again, using some force, gradually deepening, until it became difficult to part.

Only after pressing Ye Jiuya onto the bed did he sober up a bit, his movements becoming much more gentle.

After parting, he found himself being pressed into the blankets instead.

"You sleep first," Ye Jiuya said indifferently.

He turned and went back to drawing that formation again.

Chen Weichen stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had just happened. He realized Ye Jiuya's bottom line for tolerating him was getting lower and lower.

If it weren't for seeing that Ye Jiuya's realm of heartlessness remained unshakable, it would truly seem like he had developed feelings for Chen Weichen.

He quickly discarded this thought. Besides, he was already a bit drowsy and quickly fell asleep.

This night was quite peaceful, but the next morning was chaotic.

It was because a young novice monk sweeping the grounds glanced at what should have been an empty room and saw an extra person who didn't look like one of the guests who had come to the mountain these past few days. He knocked on the door.

The Demon Emperor, not yet awake from his hangover, was having a headache and felt irritable. Just like when he was in the Demon Palace, with a thought he unleashed a moderate demon cultivation technique.

The young novice monk was hit head-on by a sinister technique and immediately recognized it as demonic energy. He was very smart and didn't resist. He turned and went to find his master and senior brothers, wanting to capture this demon while he was still asleep.

His master and senior brothers, upon hearing this, knew it was no small matter. They went further up to find Kong Ming.

Kong Ming was led to the door and saw clearly who was sleeping on the bed.

"When he wakes up, send him down the mountain," he said.

The little monk scratched his bald head but, in the end, trusted Kong Ming. "Oh," he acknowledged.

Kong Ming turned around and was about to leave.

But that little phoenix bird had already woken up long ago. Seeing his silhouette, it shouted: "Bald donkey! Bald donkey!"

This time, Xing Qiu was completely awake. Hugging the quilt, he sat up, looked around, recognized that this was a Buddhist temple, and immediately put on his outer robe, kicked the door open and went out to find Chen Weichen to settle the score.

He acted as if he didn't see Kong Ming, brushing past him without a second glance.

That intricate and exquisite purple gauze robe was lifted by the morning mountain breeze, trailing past the little monk's eyes, causing him to be stunned for a moment.