Human eyes could not see ghosts unless the ghosts chose to reveal themselves, or unless a person was attacked by one.
He inched toward the aloof beauty sitting on the bed. There was very little yang energy in that frail body, making him an easy target for possession.
But the boy crouching on the floor, gazing at Chu Qingjiu, had so much yang energy that even this ghost frowned. He was practically a walking furnace, the sort ghosts wanted to flee on sight.
If the ghost managed to possess him, however, that would be another story. The yang energy and vital essence in the boy's body would make the finest nourishment, tempting the ghost so much that he nearly drooled.
He was a Ghost Courtesan, with delicate features, red lips, and pearly teeth. In life, he had been a male prostitute in the pleasure quarters. In death, he remained consumed by lust, appearing as a handsome young man to drain people's vital essence until they died of exhaustion.
The Xu Family had invited him to the banquet. Unfortunately, Qi Wu had taken his seat, leaving him unable to enjoy the feast they had prepared.
Deeply displeased, he had followed Qi Wu and Chu Qingjiu all the way into the room, intending to drain Qi Wu's vital essence and finally fill his hungry belly.
While Chu Qingjiu was distracted, the ghost possessed him.
Qi Wu felt Chu Qingjiu's whole body give a sudden, violent shudder. Even his own head, resting against Chu Qingjiu's knees, shook with it. Confusion crossed his handsome face.
"What's wrong, big brother? Are you cold?"
The long-haired young man said nothing. He simply stared intently at Qi Wu, who was leaning against his knees, then suddenly raised a hand and stroked his head.
Qi Wu had not expected such an intimate gesture. He felt that something was off about Chu Qingjiu now. His gaze seemed laden with meaning, fierce enough to suggest he wanted to devour him whole.
He looked up at Chu Qingjiu and saw that his ears were bright red, his cheeks flushed, and the corners of his eyes tinged pink. His eyes looked as though they had been steeped in water, shimmering and tender.
The sight left Qi Wu blushing, his mouth dry.
Something about the atmosphere had changed. It seemed that if either of them made a move, the fire between them would ignite in an instant.
Then it would blaze like dry kindling, unbearably sensual.
Qi Wu licked his dry lips. Looking at Chu Qingjiu's utterly enticing face, he felt an unbearable heat spread through his body. Even his breathing seemed infected by that heat, growing hurried.
His heart pounded, a faint anticipation stirring within him. But he knew Chu Qingjiu was different from him. His voice grew hoarse, as though he was holding something back, and that restraint made his gaze even more dangerous.
He asked softly, "What's wrong, big brother? Are you feeling uncomfor... mmh..."
The ghosts who had been happily watching the livestream suddenly froze. The feed had vanished, leaving the screen pitch-black, with a line of large black text displayed in the middle:
This streamer has violated the rules by broadcasting suspected sexual content. The livestream channel has been suspended and will be reinstated in one hour.
The ghosts: Nice.
What had actually happened was that the long-haired young man had suddenly bent down and kissed Qi Wu's moving lips, cutting him off and swallowing every word he had yet to say.
The instant their lips met, Qi Wu's affection for Chu Qingjiu soared to one hundred, and even seemed poised to exceed it.
But Chu Qingjiu had no attention to spare for any of that, because an unfamiliar ghost inside him was fighting him for control of his body.
Chu Qingjiu immediately commanded the Puppet Threads inside his body to strangle the intruder. The Ghost Courtesan clearly had not expected anything resembling threads inside a human body. His soul became entangled, on the verge of being torn apart.
Qi Wu was stunned for only a moment before turning the tables. He abruptly rose, pressed the long-haired young man down onto the bed, and kissed his pale, thin lips.
"Mmh..."
Pinned beneath him, the long-haired young man could not move. Qi Wu slipped his fingers into his hair, his fingertips brushing his scalp with an almost tender gentleness.
Yet his advances were so fierce, like a wolf that had been pretending to be tame finally finding the chance to shed its disguise, that Chu Qingjiu could barely breathe.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Qi Wu felt the eagerness of the man beneath him and suddenly gave a soft laugh.
He lifted himself slightly, putting a little distance between them, and looked down with an ambiguous smile at the long-haired young man's flushed face. He murmured hoarsely, "Big brother, you're the one who started this... so you can't blame me."
The long-haired young man's hair was slightly disheveled. His beautiful violet eyes were half-lidded and misty, their corners flushed red, like a silent invitation.
His thin lips, reddened by the kisses, now bore a distinctly erotic flush, parting slightly as he panted.
One side of his loose black jacket had been pulled down to his elbow. The crooked neckline of his white T-shirt exposed broad stretches of pale skin, yet he gazed up at Qi Wu with such an innocent expression that it made his lower belly tighten.
"Fuck..."
Under that gaze, Qi Wu's heart trembled, and the word escaped him in a low voice.
So this was how lethal Chu Qingjiu could be when he took the initiative. Just one look from that beautiful, tempting face felt so good it could drive him out of his mind.
Chu Qingjiu had no time to pay attention to Qi Wu. He was busy killing the Ghost Courtesan. His body's inherent weakness made him an easy target for ghosts.
Fortunately, control of his body remained in his hands. With the Puppet Threads there, the Ghost Courtesan's soul was forcibly shredded.
The yin energy that could not dissipate accumulated inside him, chilling him to the marrow.
This felt awful.
His beautiful violet eyes were brimming with mist, without the slightest hint of menace. They only looked breathtakingly lovely, making one want to crush him into one's embrace and press him into one's very body.
"Big brother... don't tempt me. I'm no gentleman."
Qi Wu's voice was hoarse. In truth, he was giving Chu Qingjiu a chance to change his mind.
He did not understand why Chu Qingjiu had suddenly taken the initiative, either. He had always been so cold and impatient with him.
Although Qi Wu was confident in his looks, he really could not tell what Chu Qingjiu was thinking.
"So cold..."
The long-haired young man raised his arms and hooked them around Qi Wu's neck, pulling him back until their bodies were pressed tightly together, then initiated another kiss.
Qi Wu felt the chill of the man beneath him. He lifted the hem of the long-haired young man's shirt, exposing his slender, supple waist, and gently stroked his somewhat heated body.
The touch made the long-haired young man shiver involuntarily. His eyes shimmered, crystalline droplets clinging to his long, curled lashes, black as raven feathers, making him all the more alluring.
Qi Wu kissed him again, only for Chu Qingjiu to suddenly bite his lower lip. The sharp taste of blood abruptly spread between their endlessly entwining lips and tongues.
The scorching blood melted the yin energy accumulated inside him. As his icy body gradually warmed, Chu Qingjiu decided he had taken enough yang energy from Qi Wu.
In the next instant, his expression turned cold, and he shoved Qi Wu away with force.
Qi Wu stared at Chu Qingjiu in bewilderment. "Big brother?"
"Get off."
Qi Wu had yet to understand what had happened to make the previously passionate Chu Qingjiu turn cold again. Chu Qingjiu had been the one to initiate it.
"If the Red Thread on your wrist hadn't drawn that ghost in here, I wouldn't have had to use my looks to get your blood. I hate your stupidity."
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