Feiyang, Touch Me

After watching Tang Yuehua flee in a panic, Ye Feiyang's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. Intimate encounters like this always had a first time, and he wasn't worried at all.

The only thing troubling him now was that his head felt enormous—even like two heads were swelling.

After quietly leaving Moonlight Pavilion, Ye Feiyang returned to Supreme Academy. He rubbed his eyes and, upon closer inspection, sure enough, Xue Qinghe had arrived again.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, no longer needing to walk with his back hunched like before. With a smile plastered on his face, he walked up to Xue Qinghe. "Brother Qinghe, not busy with state affairs today?"

"Feiyang," Xue Qinghe stared at him, his tone carrying a subtle hint of something. "I just... thought I saw a figure extremely similar to you near Moonlight Pavilion again."

Ye Feiyang's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt a sourness in Xue Qinghe's words. The "thought I saw" clearly meant "Why were you at Moonlight Pavilion again?"

"Oh, I was discussing some academy matters with Head of Tang Clan," Ye Feiyang explained casually.

Xue Qinghe, however, acted unusually. He took a step forward, raised his hand, and gently wiped the corner of Ye Feiyang's lips, his voice low. "Discussing matters? Then what is this lip print?"

Ye Feiyang's heart jolted—how had he not noticed such "evidence" on his lips? Alas, this was what happened without experience; he didn't even know to wipe his mouth after stealing a taste!

If anyone else saw this scene, two grown men making such intimate gestures would inevitably seem strange. Fortunately, there was no one else around; only they knew.

Ye Feiyang haphazardly wiped his mouth, forcing himself to remain calm as he argued, "You're mistaken, what lip print? This is... I just ate dragon fruit, it's the juice."

"What it is doesn't matter," Xue Qinghe interrupted him, his gaze turning slightly cold. "I've seen Tang Yuehua's appearance many times. You're carrying her scent, and it's very strong... Is this how you 'discuss matters'?"

Xue Qinghe's tone was accusatory, his imposing aura pressing down. Ye Feiyang retreated two steps from his questioning but quickly recovered—why was he panicking? Damn it, he almost let this woman's aura suppress him.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, what I do seems to have nothing to do with you, doesn't it?" Ye Feiyang's tone also turned cold. He disliked this passive feeling, and even more, he disliked being questioned without understanding.

These two hadn't even revealed their true identities yet, and Xue Qinghe dared to question him like this?

Upon hearing this, a flicker of nervousness flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes. He quickly explained, "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to say, Tang Yuehua is from the Tang family, and don't you have a feud with the Tang family? I was just worried you'd be at a disadvantage."

Ye Feiyang knew Xue Qinghe's intentions, but he kept a stern face, silently watching her, making Xue Qinghe extremely uncomfortable. He wouldn't fall into this trap of "proving his innocence."

Xue Qinghe felt uneasy under his gaze and just wanted to quickly change the subject—after all, she hadn't managed such a situation before, and Ye Feiyang's reaction was much stronger than she had anticipated.

She forced a smile and changed the topic. "I brought two jars of good wine. Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Ye Feiyang, however, didn't intend to go along with her. He directly stated his stance. "Your Highness, I don't like being questioned, and I even less like people interfering in my private affairs."

His tone was somewhat cold. "If Your Highness is going to manage other people's private lives, then it's best we have less contact in the future."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe's heart suddenly tightened. For some reason, he panicked. Earlier, he couldn't control the inexplicable anger in his heart—the marks on Ye Feiyang were too obvious; it was clear he had just had an intimate encounter with someone, which made him very uncomfortable.

After Ye Feiyang's words, Xue Qinghe's eyes dimmed, revealing a hint of loneliness. With things said to this extent, he had no mood for drinking. After Ye Feiyang's remark, he also felt awkward and could only say in a low voice, "Alright, it was my mistake."

"Since you're in a bad mood, you probably have no intention of drinking. I'll take my leave then." With that, he walked past Ye Feiyang and left the academy without looking back.

Ye Feiyang didn't try to stop him—if he compromised easily this time, he would still be at a disadvantage in their interactions. This woman was good in every way, except her possessiveness was too strong, which was unacceptable.

He didn't want to give up the whole forest for one tree. He constantly reminded himself: don't be controlled by women; aim to have women accompanying you on all sides.

After leaving Ye Feiyang's sight, the gentleness on Xue Qinghe's face completely vanished, replaced by icy coldness. He returned to the palace at his fastest speed and went directly into a secret room, immersing himself in a cold bath. But even so, the cold water didn't bring him much clarity.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and two clear streaks of water, indistinguishable from bathwater or tears, ran down his cheeks. "Damn man, you've made me so angry..." He forcefully slapped the water's surface, venting his anger. The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, and finally, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The heir to the Angel God position, crying like a little girl! It was almost unbelievable if told. He himself didn't understand where this sadness came from, only knowing that his heart was filled with grievances.

Was it that hard to explain? If you had just softened a little, wouldn't you have had an easy way out? She had originally thought Ye Feiyang would keep her, even deliberately slowing his steps, hoping Ye Feiyang would chase after her... But the result? Nothing.

She admitted she had a little bit of possessiveness, but what was wrong with that? Isn't it normal not to want to share what you like with others? Moreover, she had her pride, and her status didn't allow her to "share" something with others—especially someone she liked.

Ye Feiyang's attitude shattered her heart into pieces. "Damn man, just you wait until I'm done crying!" she gritted her teeth while crying. "You like women, right! Just you wait..."

Such a powerful man should belong only to her. If she couldn't have him openly, then... then she would find another way to win him over.

Meanwhile, at Supreme Academy.

Ye Feiyang, as usual, finished dinner with his three disciples, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu, his mood completely unaffected by Xue Qinghe. What a joke, trying to ride over him? He didn't want to be "sent to the wall for contemplation" later.

If he didn't properly discipline Xue Qinghe now, it would be even harder to control him in the future! With his strong possessiveness, if Ye Feiyang showed even a little weakness, he might truly be controlled by him, and it would be difficult to turn the tables then.

With so many "fields" waiting to be tended behind him, where would he find the time to be hung up on one tree? No matter how beautiful Xue Qinghe was, she couldn't change his decision.

After all, guarding just one person for ten thousand years would get boring, even to the point of nausea... Take his three disciples, for example. Once they grew up, wouldn't each of them be a peerless beauty? It was just a matter of waiting a few more years! Besides, there was Tang Yuehua, Liu Erlong, and others...

As dusk gradually fell, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu returned to their rooms to meditate and recuperate. Ye Feiyang, as usual, quietly slipped out of the academy and, familiar with the route, made his way to Blue Tyrant Academy.

"Oh ho, the lights are still on! What are you busy with?" he asked with a hint of curiosity, a light smile on his face. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling out, "Sister, your little brother is here to chat."

Recently, he and Liu Erlong had been meeting secretly in private, always choosing the evening. It was inconvenient to be too intimate during the day, but at night, it should be fine, right?

During the day, Liu Erlong was still the "mother dragon" who exploded at the slightest provocation; but at night, she was as gentle as a spring stream. Ye Feiyang even suspected that if this continued, Liu Erlong might develop a split personality—but if that happened, wouldn't he get to experience double the pleasure?

Hearing the knock, Liu Erlong quickly opened the door, revealing a delicate face with a smile. "Feiyang? What brings you here tonight?"

Ye Feiyang blinked and smiled. "I missed you, Sister, so I came over. By the way, it's so late, what are you doing?"

His words were as sweet as honey, directly seeping into Liu Erlong's heart. "You sweet-talker, you~~" she said coquettishly. "I... I was just cooking!"

"Cooking?" Ye Feiyang was a little surprised.

"Yes, you came at the perfect time! Come in quickly. I've learned a few new dishes recently, come and taste them!" Liu Erlong pulled Ye Feiyang to the dining table.

Several steaming dishes were placed on the table, clearly recently prepared. "Sister, did you know I was coming and specifically made so much food?" Ye Feiyang asked deliberately.

Liu Erlong was stunned for a moment—if she said she was eating these dishes herself, it was indeed too much. She wouldn't admit that she made so many dishes every night for the past few days, just waiting for the person who might come.

"Of course not! I was just practicing cooking and accidentally made too much," Liu Erlong said stubbornly.

Ye Feiyang looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes full of understanding—it was obvious Liu Erlong was saying one thing and meaning another, and such words wouldn't fool him.

"Alright~~ So it wasn't specially prepared for me. Then I was happy for nothing," Ye Feiyang said deliberately in a slightly wronged tone, with a hint of passive-aggression.

Liu Erlong wanted to explain, but swallowed her words. In the end, she just kept it to herself. She wasn't truly unhappy, just a little disappointed. She quickly put on a smile again, "Enough of that, try it quickly and see how it tastes?"

Ye Feiyang didn't press further. He could tell Liu Erlong was feeling shy. He picked up his chopsticks, tasted each dish, and nodded in praise, "Not bad, sister's cooking still tastes very good~~"

Hearing this, Liu Erlong's mood immediately improved. But upon closer thought, she found Ye Feiyang's words a bit strange—was he talking about the taste of the food, or her taste?

Before she could voice her confusion, Ye Feiyang spoke up, "Sister, with so many dishes to go with drinks, how about we have a drink?"

Looking at Liu Erlong, who was only gentle with him, Ye Feiyang felt a little smug. He hadn't come to see Liu Erlong tonight just for the food. He felt the time was right, and perhaps he could "consume" her. Having a drink would give him courage and also help Liu Erlong relax her guard.

"Will you have a drink with me, sister?" Ye Feiyang asked again.

"Okay, I'll drink with you," Liu Erlong agreed.

"Sister, you should eat too."

"Okay, I'll eat with you."

"Sister, feed me, okay?"

"Okay, I'll feed you."

"Sister, I want to kiss you."

"Okay, sister, kiss... wait?" Liu Erlong didn't react immediately. When she came to her senses, her entire face instantly turned red. "Little brother! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Ye Feiyang stared at her with a serious expression, "Sister, I'm not talking nonsense. I just want to kiss you. So, will you let me?"

Liu Erlong pursed her lips and abruptly turned her head, her voice stammering, "N-no, we can't! We're like siblings, we can't do this!"

Ye Feiyang scoffed, "Do you have the wrong idea because I've always called you sister? We're siblings in name, but not in reality."

"Sister, you understand what I mean, right?"

"No, it's still not right... I..." Liu Erlong's tone was hesitant.

Seeing this, Ye Feiyang deliberately softened his tone, "Sister, do you perhaps already like someone? If so, then your little brother won't disturb you. I'll leave."

Seeing him about to leave, Liu Erlong immediately became nervous and quickly grabbed him, "No! You're talking nonsense! I don't like anyone else!"

Her face was full of grievance—that person named "Gangzi," she hadn't thought of him in ages. Ever since she met Ye Feiyang, she had completely let go of the past.

"Really?" Ye Feiyang asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, it's true! You have to believe me, I really don't like anyone else..." Liu Erlong's tone was incredibly firm.

Liu Erlong's reaction pleased Ye Feiyang. He tilted his head back and took a mouthful of wine, then suddenly leaned forward, closing in on Liu Erlong. He reached out directly and gently clasped the back of her neck.

Liu Erlong could clearly feel the ticklish sensation as Ye Feiyang's fingertips brushed against the fine hairs behind her ear, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red... Oh dear, it felt like she had a fever, her whole body was hot!

Immediately after, their noses touched. Liu Erlong's long eyelashes brushed against Ye Feiyang's cheek, creating a tingly sensation. The next second, their lips met—not a rushed collision, but a gentle touch like touching cotton candy.

At the same time, a thought occurred to both of them: the other person's lips were softer than they had imagined, and carried a faint sweet fragrance.

Ye Feiyang slowly increased the pressure of the kiss, and their breathing gradually deepened. Liu Erlong didn't resist because her mind was blank at that moment—so this was what kissing felt like? Why did her whole body feel electric and tingly?

She knew what might happen next and was half-willing to go along with it. At over thirty years old and still single, it was somewhat ironic.

As expected, it wasn't long before they both ended up on the nearby bed. Before long, Liu Erlong felt a pair of restless hands on her; a little while later, her clothes were shed, and a chill ran through her.

She didn't know what to do, only feeling a slight pain... Liu Erlong remained beautiful and fragrant, elegant and dignified, like "Ouyang" with the radical removed, or "Murong" with only the top part left, possessing a different kind of charm.

She had no regrets—after more than thirty years, it was time to indulge herself and break the silence.

The next morning, they lay embracing each other, having stayed up all night, watching the sun rise in the east.

"Sister, are you asleep?" Ye Feiyang asked softly.

"Hmm? Not yet, I'm about to fall asleep, I just can't breathe properly..." Liu Erlong's tone held a hint of complaint. Only now did she deeply understand that sometimes, what makes one unable to breathe properly isn't life, but the person beside them...

Ye Feiyang continued, "Are you blaming me?"

Liu Erlong's body felt somewhat weak. After a moment of silence, she softly asked back, "Then will you take responsibility for me?"

Ye Feiyang pulled her closer into his embrace and said in a low voice, "Then are you willing to stay by my side and accompany me to the very end?"

"Then will you dislike me for being old?" Liu Erlong asked again.

This time, Ye Feiyang didn't ask a question back but said with certainty, "Sister, I won't let you grow old."

Hearing this, Liu Erlong suddenly smiled, her eyes sparkling with allure, "Feiyang, touch me..."

After a long while, Liu Erlong suddenly regretted the "encore" from earlier. As soon as she spoke, she lightly but firmly scratched Ye Feiyang.

"I'm really exhausted, can you get off me first? And I'm really hungry..."

"Again and again, you never keep your word..."

Ye Feiyang pouted and said with a low laugh, "As if you've ever truly refused. I'll get you something to eat."

Liu Erlong, who had intended to retort, stopped her actions immediately upon hearing "get something to eat," and simply asked, "Really?"

Ye Feiyang chuckled and got up, ready to prepare some food.

Ye Feiyang flipped over and sat up. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly felt his legs go a little weak. But he didn't want to lose face in front of Liu Erlong, so he quickly cast a Third Soul Skill on himself.

A green light flashed, and the scratches on his body instantly disappeared without a trace. However, his spirit was still somewhat listless.

Liu Erlong stared blankly at his maneuver and couldn't help but give him a big, watery eye-roll. "Is this guy missing a screw? He's only focused on healing himself and not me?"

She couldn't help but shout at Ye Feiyang, "Hey! Heal me too!"