177: 4.42 The Effective Way

4.42 The Effective Way

Against Heimo's incessant nagging, Lu Yizhou forced himself to sit up and the blanket slid down his back, revealing his toned abdominal muscles and trousers which hung low on his hips. Heimo's angry protest died down his throat at the provocative sight. Even when the man's complexion was poor, his hair messy with sleep and torso wrapped in thick, ugly bandage, he was still the most beautiful man Heimo had ever seen.  0

It was made worse by the flickering candle, its orange glow licked on his skin that was faintly covered by a layer of sweat and each of his movements made his muscles rippled deliciously. Heimo had been trying not to think about it since he — innocently — stripped Lu Yizhou down to tend to his wounds and he managed, somehow, because he had been too distressed by the hole on his back. 

But now that the man was well and very much awake… Heimo's eyes were drawn to the broad line of his shoulders and the scandalous way his abs moved with every breath he took. Heimo had known that the man's body was fit yet he had never expected that he was hiding such a… muscular body under those neat and pristine garments. It was almost a pity that the whole world didn't know how sexy Lu Yizhou was without his clothes on. Alas, just imagining that anyone were to see him like this was enough to make Heimo see red again.

Mine, his mind chorused. No one was allowed to see, no one was allowed to touch except me!

Heimo swallowed thickly and averted his gaze. He didn't trust himself at this moment, not when he hadn't quite gotten the demonic energy within him under control. "Why—Why do they want you to die?" Heimo snapped his eyes back to the man, furious. "Aren't you their best senior disciple? You're Jingxue-Jun, for fuck's sake! What is Lingyan thinking, discarding you just like that?!" If, Heimo couldn't help but imagine, if it was him, he would treat Lu Yizhou like a treasure, the man would be cherished, revered and respected like how he should be. Nobody would dare to slight him unless they wanted to enrage Heimo himself. He would definitely adore Lu Yizhou, more than Lingyan ever could.

Instead of answering, Lu Yizhou only shook his head with a helpless look as if Heimo was a naive child. It angered him even more! What did he mean by that?! What— Lu Yizhou reached a hand toward him and rasped, "Come here."

All thoughts in Heimo's mind grinded to a halt and he found himself gaping. Lu Yizhou, who was sitting on the bed with the rumpled blanket pooled around his waist. Lu Yizhou, messy and disheveled, the sight that was solely for Heimo to see. Lu Yizhou, inviting him to come closer. Without him realizing, Heimo's body had moved on its own as he placed his hand gingerly on Lu Yizhou's palm. His hold was warm, searing when he slowly tugged Heimo closer as if wishing to give Heimo time to back out. Who did he think Heimo was? His heart wasn't made of stone and damn it, this was the man he had been mooning for months. Heimo let himself be pulled forward until he had one knee up the bed, then the other until he was settled between Lu Yizhou's legs. Heimo tried to look anywhere but the smooth expanse of honey-colored skin, so alluring that all he could think was to lean forward and taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

Before he could do that, a thread of spiritual energy entered his veins; cool, deep blue, familiar. His eyes flew wide. "You—!" 

Lu Yizhou hushed him softly. There was just something in the way his eyes darkened, darting briefly down to Heimo's lips before floating up again; the way his lips parted slightly as he exhaled, the way his gaze pinned Heimo to the ground, rendering him unable to move except allowing Lu Yizhou to probe his meridians. This… This felt different than before. Inside the private confines of the room, it felt even more intimate than usual. It almost felt sacred, to let someone into you and trust them not to wreck your body to pieces, to let a part of them merge with yours, to become one spiritually. Heimo knew that Lu Yizhou did it merely to clean the impurity in him, yet the way their spiritual energy tangled together, dancing and moving as one as if they had done this countless times before made Heimo think that he had indeed gone through this, somewhere in a place and time he had no idea of. It was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, the memory buried within the deepest recess of his mind, held tight by a barrier he couldn't seem to break.

It might be their previous lifetime, Heimo's mind wandered. Him and Lu Yizhou, doing the same kind of thing all over again. Just imagining that they had once done what they did now spread happiness all over Heimo's heart. 

Heimo bit his lips as his body welcomed the blue spiritual energy, sending off waves of soothing, cold aura and calming him down. "Lu Yizhou…" Heimo's voice came out barely a whisper, the end of it trembling. "You have done this before, right? In the cave, when I was injured?"

The man hummed in confirmation and Heimo let out an incredulous laugh. No wonder… no wonder that all his wounds were healed when he woke up, no wonder he could counter the poison in one short night and flush it out of his system, no wonder he felt so refreshed, so alive, as if previously he was just simply existing. Waiting. Heimo's eyes flashed in sorrow. "Why did you go through such lengths for a mere stranger? Haven't you suspected that I might have ulterior motives, that I might have inflicted the wound on myself to make you lower your guard?"

A tiny frown appeared between his brows. "I have my own suspicions. But did you really do it to yourself?"

Heimo laughed again and offered him a teasing smile. "Who do you think I am? There are less than five people in this realm who are able to harm me." One actually, and the person was in front of him, his family excluded. 

Lu Yizhou's lips twisted disapprovingly. "Lan'er is not allowed to hurt himself again."

This time, Heimo couldn't hold back, he threw his head back and burst into a fit of hearty laughter, the sound bouncing off the cramped room. Ah what should he do? This man was too kind for his own good. Heimo loved him very much. Slowly, without hurting him, Heimo broke the spiritual connection between them and shook his head at Lu Yizhou's chiding look. "It's useless, I tell you." He scooted closer and closer, until his knees bumped against Lu Yizhou's thighs and gingerly put his hands on the man's shoulders, marveling at the firmness and smoothness of his skin. "The demonic energy is already too deep in me. You have no way to cleanse it fully."

"You will never know before you try," he argued.

Heimo huffed out a laugh. He straightened up so that he was a full head taller than Lu Yizhou. Oh, the man looked even more ethereal up close. His silver eyes were smothering, taking in Heimo's every look with such intensity that made goosebumps rise on his arms. Heimo bent down, brushing his nose against Lu Yizhou's cheek and felt the man's breath falter in response. "I have a more effective way." Heimo whispered into his ears, the sharp end of his nails digging in lightly into the flesh of Lu Yizhou's shoulders. "Because of my cultivation method, my body is an abundance of yin and you…" He trailed his fingers down Lu Yizhou's chest and sensed Lu Yizhou's heartbeat speeding up under his palm, the man's arm sliding loosely around Heimo's waist as if he couldn't help it. "You are full of yang, so hot and powerful. Our spiritual energy is responding to each other so… do you want to compare it with our physiques?"

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