Ye Feiyang, Touch Me...

Ye Feiyang watched Tang Yuehua's flustered retreating figure, an unconscious smile curling his lips. When it came to intimate matters, there had always been either zero times or countless times. He wasn't worried in the slightest.

The only thing troubling him now was that his head felt huge—almost as though both heads were swelling.

After quietly leaving Moonlight Pavilion, Ye Feiyang returned to Supreme Academy. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. Sure enough, Xue Qinghe had come again.

Suppressing the irritation in his heart, he no longer had to walk around bent over as before. With a smile plastered on his face, he approached Xue Qinghe. "Brother Qinghe, not busy with state affairs today?"

"Feiyang." Xue Qinghe stared at him, her tone carrying a subtle undertone. "I just now... seemed to see a figure near Moonlight Pavilion who looked extremely similar to you."

Ye Feiyang's heart stirred. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt a hint of jealousy in Xue Qinghe's words. That "seemed" practically meant she had almost directly asked, "Why did you go to Moonlight Pavilion again?"

"Oh, I went to discuss some academy matters with Head of Tang Clan," Ye Feiyang explained casually.

Yet Xue Qinghe was acting rather unusually. She stepped forward and gently wiped at the corner of Ye Feiyang's lips, her voice low. "Discuss matters? Then what is this lip print?"

Ye Feiyang jolted inwardly—how had he failed to notice that such "evidence of guilt" remained at the corner of his mouth? Ah, this was what happened when he lacked experience. He didn't even know to wipe his mouth after sneaking a bite!

If others saw this scene, two men making such an intimate gesture would inevitably seem strange. Fortunately, there was no one else around. Only the two of them knew the truth.

Ye Feiyang hastily wiped his mouth, forcing himself to remain calm as he argued, "You saw it wrong. What lip print? This is... fruit juice from the dragon fruit I just ate."

"What it is doesn't really matter." Xue Qinghe interrupted him, her gaze cooling slightly. "I have seen Head of Tang Clan many times. Her fragrance is on you, and it's quite strong... Is this how you two 'discuss matters'?"

Xue Qinghe's tone was interrogative, her presence imposing. Ye Feiyang retreated two steps under her questioning, but quickly came to his senses—what was he panicking for? Damn it, he had nearly been suppressed by this woman's aura.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, what I do seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?" Ye Feiyang's tone turned cold as well. He disliked this passive feeling, and he disliked being questioned for no clear reason even more.

They had not even come clean about their true identities yet, and Xue Qinghe already dared question him like this?

A trace of panic flashed through Xue Qinghe's eyes. She hurriedly explained, "That is not what I meant. I only meant that Tang Yuehua comes from the Tang family. Don't you have a grudge against the Tang family? I was merely worried you might suffer a loss."

Of course Ye Feiyang knew what Xue Qinghe was thinking, but he kept a stern face and silently watched her. His gaze made Xue Qinghe uncomfortable all over. He would not fall into this trap of "proving his innocence."

Xue Qinghe felt uncomfortable beneath his gaze and only wanted to quickly change the subject. After all, she had never handled this sort of situation before, and Ye Feiyang's reaction was far more forceful than she had expected.

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

But Ye Feiyang had no intention of following her lead and stated his position directly. "Your Highness, I don't like being doubted, and I like others interfering in my private affairs even less."

His tone was somewhat chilly. "If Your Highness intends to manage even other people's private lives, then perhaps we should have less contact in the future."

Xue Qinghe's heart suddenly tightened at those words, and for some reason, she panicked. Just now, she simply could not suppress the nameless anger in her heart. The traces on Ye Feiyang's body were too obvious. He had clearly just been intimate with someone, and it made her deeply uncomfortable.

After hearing Ye Feiyang's words, Xue Qinghe's eyes dimmed, revealing a hint of desolation. With things having reached this point, how could she still be in the mood to drink? After being told off by Ye Feiyang, she also felt somewhat embarrassed and could only say softly, "Very well. It was my fault."

"Since you are in a poor mood, you presumably have no desire to drink. I will return first." With that, she walked directly past Ye Feiyang and headed toward the academy gates without looking back.

Ye Feiyang did not stop her—if he compromised so easily this time, he would still be at a disadvantage in their relationship. This woman was good in every way except that her desire for control was too strong. That would not do.

He did not want to give up an entire forest for one tree. He constantly reminded himself: he could not let women control him; he had to have women by both sides.

Once she was out of Ye Feiyang's sight, the gentleness vanished entirely from Xue Qinghe's face, leaving only icy coldness. She returned to the imperial palace at top speed, entered a secret chamber, and immersed herself completely in a freezing bath. Yet even the icy water did little to clear her mind.

Her eyes were red, and two distinct streams of water ran down her cheeks. It was impossible to tell whether they were bathwater or tears. "Damn man, you've made me furious..." She slapped the water hard, venting the anger in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, until she finally could not help bursting into tears.

The dignified inheritor of the Angel God's divine position was actually crying like a little girl! It was simply unbelievable. Even she did not understand where this sorrow came from. She only knew that her heart was filled with grievance.

Was it really so hard to explain? If you had softened your attitude just a little, wouldn't you have given yourself a way out? She had originally thought Ye Feiyang would stop her. She had even deliberately slowed her pace, hoping he would chase after her... But what happened? Nothing at all.

She admitted that she had a little possessiveness, but what was wrong with that? Was it not normal to dislike sharing something you liked with others? Besides, she had her pride, and her identity did not allow her to "share" something with someone else—let alone the person she liked.

Ye Feiyang's attitude shattered her heart into pieces. "Damn man, just wait until I'm done crying!" she gritted out through tears. "You like women, do you? Just wait..."

Such a powerful man could only belong to her alone. If she could not obtain him openly, then... then she would change identities and fight for him that way.

Meanwhile, at Supreme Academy.

As usual, Ye Feiyang finished dinner with his three disciples, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu. Xue Qinghe's actions had not affected his mood in the slightest. What a joke—did she want to ride roughshod over him? He had no intention of spending his future "reflecting on his mistakes."

If he did not properly train Xue Qinghe now, she would become even harder to control later! With her intense possessiveness, if he showed even the slightest weakness, she might truly get the upper hand. By then, it would be difficult for him to turn things around.

There were still so many "fields" behind him waiting to be tended. How could he have the time to hang himself from one tree? So what if Xue Qinghe was beautiful? She could not sway his decisions.

After all, guarding only one person for ten thousand years would really become tiresome. Some people might even grow sick enough to vomit... Take his three disciples, for example. Once they grew up, which one of them would not be a peerless beauty? He only had to wait a few more years! Besides, there were also Tang Yuehua, Liu Erlong, and the others...

As the sky gradually darkened, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu each returned to their rooms to meditate and regulate their breathing. As usual, Ye Feiyang quietly slipped out of the academy and made his way to Blue Tyrant Academy with practiced familiarity.

"Oh? The lights are still on! What are you busy with?" Curiosity in his voice, he smiled softly, raised a hand to knock on the door, and called out, "Sister, your little brother came to chat with you."

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

By day, Liu Erlong was still that explosive "Mother Tyrannosaur" who could be set off at a touch. But at night, she was as gentle as spring water. Ye Feiyang even wondered whether Liu Erlong would develop a split personality if this continued—though if she did split, would that not mean double the pleasure?

Upon hearing the knock, Liu Erlong quickly opened the door, revealing her delicate face with a smile on it. "Feiyang? Why do you have time to come over tonight?"

Ye Feiyang blinked and said with a smile, "I missed you, Sister, so I came. By the way, what are you doing so late at night?"

The words were as sweet as honey, flowing straight into Liu Erlong's heart. "You little rascal, only your mouth is sweet~~" she said coquettishly. "I... I was cooking just now!"

"Cooking?" Ye Feiyang was somewhat surprised.

"Yes! You came at just the right time! Hurry inside. I recently learned a few new dishes. Come taste them and see how they are!" Liu Erlong grabbed Ye Feiyang and pulled him toward the dining table.

Several steaming dishes sat on the table, clearly prepared not long ago. "Sister, did you know I was coming and make all these dishes especially for me?" Ye Feiyang deliberately asked.

Liu Erlong froze—if she said the dishes were for herself, there truly were too many. She would never admit that for the past several nights, she had made this much food every evening just to wait for someone who might come.

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

Ye Feiyang looked at her with an amused smile, his eyes full of understanding—Liu Erlong was obviously saying one thing while meaning another. Such words could not fool him.

"Fine~~ So they weren't specially prepared for me. Then I got happy for nothing," Ye Feiyang deliberately said in a slightly aggrieved tone, carrying a hint of affected sweetness.

Liu Erlong wanted to explain, but swallowed the words as they reached her lips, ultimately keeping them bottled up inside. She was not truly unhappy, merely a little disappointed. Soon, she put on a smile again. "Don't say such things. Hurry and try it. See how it tastes."

Ye Feiyang did not press the matter. He could tell Liu Erlong was embarrassed. Picking up his chopsticks, he sampled every dish, then nodded in praise. "Not bad. Sister's cooking tastes quite good~~"

Liu Erlong's mood immediately improved, but after thinking it over, she felt there was something strange about Ye Feiyang's words—was he talking about the food's flavor, or hers?

Before she could voice her doubts, Ye Feiyang suggested, "Sister, with so many dishes to go with wine, how about we have a drink?"

Watching Liu Erlong, who was only gentle with him, Ye Feiyang felt a little pleased with himself. He had not come to see Liu Erlong tonight merely to eat. He felt the timing was about right, and perhaps he might be able to "eat" her. A little alcohol would give him courage and help Liu Erlong lower her guard.

"Will Sister drink with me?" Ye Feiyang asked again.

"Fine, I'll drink with you." Liu Erlong nodded in agreement.

"Sister, have some too."

"Fine, I'll eat with you."

"Sister, will you feed me?"

"Fine, I'll feed you."

"Sister, I want to kiss you."

"Fine, Sister will kiss... Wait?" Liu Erlong did not react at first. When her mind caught up, her whole face flushed scarlet. "Little brother! What nonsense are you saying?"

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

Liu Erlong pursed her lips and abruptly turned her head away, her voice slightly stammering. "N-No, you can't! W-We're siblings. We can't do this kind of thing!"

Ye Feiyang scoffed. "Have I made you misunderstand because I keep calling you Sister? We are siblings in name, but we are not truly siblings."

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

"N-No, it still won't do... I..." Liu Erlong hesitated.

Seeing this, Ye Feiyang deliberately let his tone turn distant. "Could it be that Sister already has someone she likes? If that is the case, then I shouldn't disturb you. I'll leave first."

When Liu Erlong saw that he was about to leave, she immediately panicked and hurriedly grabbed him. "No! Don't talk nonsense! I don't like anyone else!"

Her face was full of grievance—that person called Gangzi, she did not even know how long it had been since she last thought of him. Ever since meeting Ye Feiyang, she had completely let go of the past.

"Really?" Ye Feiyang raised a brow.

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

Liu Erlong's reaction satisfied Ye Feiyang. He tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, then suddenly leaned down toward Liu Erlong. Reaching out, he gently clasped the back of her neck.

Liu Erlong could clearly feel the tingling itch as Ye Feiyang's fingertips brushed the fine hairs behind her ear. Her earlobes instantly reddened... Ah, it felt like she had a fever. Her entire body was burning hot!

Then their noses touched. Liu Erlong's long lashes brushed Ye Feiyang's cheek, sending a numb sensation through him. The next moment, their lips gently met—there was no hurried collision, only a soft touch like brushing against cotton candy.

At the same time, they both had the same thought: the other person's lips were softer than imagined, carrying a faint sweetness.

Ye Feiyang slowly deepened the kiss, and their breathing gradually grew heavier. Liu Erlong did not resist, because her mind was entirely blank—so this was what kissing felt like? Why did her whole body feel as though it had been shocked, so numb and tingly?

She knew what might happen next, and part of her was willing while part of her resisted. She was already over thirty and still single. It was somewhat ironic when spoken aloud.

Sure enough, before long, they both fell onto the bed beside them. Not long after, Liu Erlong felt a pair of restless hands upon her; after a while, her clothes were removed, and a chill swept over her.

She did not know what to do, only feeling a faint pain... Liu Erlong remained beautiful and fragrant, elegant and dignified, yet with several shades of a different kind of charm.

She did not regret it—after more than thirty years, it was time to indulge herself once and break this silence.

The next morning, the two of them, having held each other all night without sleeping, watched the sun rise in the east together.

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

"Hm? Not yet. I'm almost asleep, but I'm having a little trouble breathing..." Liu Erlong's tone carried a hint of resentment. Only then did she truly understand that sometimes, what made it hard to breathe might not be life, but the person beside you...

Ye Feiyang continued, "Do you blame me?"

Liu Erlong's body was somewhat limp. After a moment of silence, she softly asked in return, "Will you take responsibility for me?"

Ye Feiyang pulled her closer into his arms and said quietly, "Then are you willing to stay by my side and walk with me until the end?"

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

This time, Ye Feiyang did not answer with another question. Instead, he said with certainty, "Sister, I won't let you grow old."

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

After quite some time, Liu Erlong suddenly regretted asking for an "extra round." The moment the words left her mouth, she lightly scratched Ye Feiyang.

"I'm really exhausted. Can you get off first? And I'm really hungry..."

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

Ye Feiyang curled his lips and chuckled. "You make it sound like you ever really refused. I'll go get you something to eat."

Liu Erlong had originally wanted to retort, but the moment she heard "something to eat," she immediately stopped what she was doing and merely asked, "Really?"

Ye Feiyang grinned and got up, preparing to make something to eat.

Ye Feiyang rolled over and sat up. The moment his feet touched the floor, he suddenly felt his legs go weak. But he did not want to embarrass himself in front of Liu Erlong, so he hurriedly used his Third Soul Skill on himself.

A green light flashed, and the scratch marks on his body instantly vanished without a trace. His spirits, however, were still somewhat low.

Liu Erlong stared blankly at his actions, unable to resist rolling her bright eyes at him. "Is this guy missing a screw? He only cares about healing himself and not me?"

She could not help shouting at Ye Feiyang, "Hey! Heal me too!"