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Meanwhile, in another part of the inn, Moqi Biahui's scholarly façade was nowhere to be seen as he choked Zhuo Biming against a wall. Even as long minutes passed, he observed the teenager's purpling face with indifferent eyes, his heart becoming angrier as he reviewed every suspicious detail and every potential consequence—while he had allowed You Daolin to carry the pot for this incident because he was certain that the youth had really attempted to kill his shizhi, in reality both he and his twin knew that the youth wouldn't have held such great animosity toward Ning He if Zhuo Biming, the sole other disciple who personally had reason to hate his shizhi, hadn't provoked him.
Thus, although he could logically understand that this Zhuo Biming had endangered his Ning He due to his ignorance of his shizhi's kindness, he truly wanted to choke the life out of him here and now. Nevertheless, reminding himself that his Ning He would be sad if someone from Jade Sword Mountain died, he disgustedly threw the heaving body down and stomped on the teenager's throat.
Lying feebly on the floor, Zhuo Biming was a mess, his face covered with tears and snot from choking and every single muscle trembling in shock. What he had just confronted was the might of real power, this was strength that could crush mountains and rivers and simultaneously be used to minutely hold an enemy on the edge of life and death forever. How did Ning He deserve to have such a mighty supporter, why did everything good go to him? Wasn't he so much more worthy?
Having identified the scornful incredulity that flashed past the youth's eyes, Moqi Baihui stomped on the vulnerable neck to at least ensure that no insulting words about Ning He could be voiced, then flatly described what he and his brother had discovered regarding the medicine with its Golden Honey Flowers extract and the cuts on their shizhi's back, his speech interspersed with criticisms of how terribly the other disciples in the sect had treated the poor child.
Unable to speak, Zhuo Biming could only stare wide-eyed at this fantastic tale, but his disbelief was clear to see, as were mocking questions such as, if Ning He had been suppressing everyone else so that he could save them, why had he bullied him in private, when there were no prying eyes to witness his act?
To this repudiation, Moqi Baihui merely spit out, ”Then if, as you claim, he's so jealous that he can't stand the existence of someone more talented than he is, why didn't he just kill all the geniuses? Or at least cripple them permanently? Why didn't he tell everyone what scum you are earlier, how you tried to burn your peak master's son and also frame him for it? Can you even fathom how much he must have been hurt by your betrayal? Yet he still defended you and gave you a chance to escape blame.”
Moqi Baihui was a well-learned man after all, he had presented his convictions in a supremely undeniable way, so that when he left with a simple, ”When you drink water, think of its source,” Zhuo Biming stayed curled up on the ground, pondering everything in a new light.
On the other hand, the moment he stepped out of the teenager's room, Moqi Baihui's gloomy face brightened, the deadly aura around him disappeared without a trace as he swiftly strode back to reunite with his shizhi. Suddenly, however, he realized that Moqi Lirong had been oddly adamant when he'd shoved him out the door, causing him to curse and rush even more. That fool better not have done anything to his Ning He, or he would show him how superior his cultivation techniques were!
Unfortunately, when he arrived at their suite, what greeted him was the sight of his shizhi chattering energetically with his brother, who was holding him tightly from behind and fiddling with his hands. The pair looked so cozy and affectionate, as if they were in a world of their own, sending a pang of pain through Moqi Baihui's heart. Still, he didn't hesitate to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere, he directly ignored his twin to lean down and kiss Ning He's forehead, then warmly reported, ”I'm back,” like a husband returning to his wife after work.
Actually, Chen Yu, who was at last able to take a pause from spewing out a torrent of words in order to distract Moqi Lirong, really was glad that he'd arrived, but for taking so long, he resentfully glared at the man and wiped off his forehead. The man's tardiness, which wouldn't usually have annoyed him, was important in this situation because whereas Chen Yu was fairly confident that his lover could be found between the Moqi brothers, since he couldn't confirm exactly who it was, he didn't want to risk his hips in the future by being too intimate with either of them yet. Surely, having both twins around him to guard against each other would prevent him from going too far with either of them.
But, contrary to his expectations, Moqi Baihui seemed to be too afraid of hurting him to tug him away from his brother's tight clasp, instead he rolled up his sleeves and dotingly laughed, ”All right, shishu was wrong for making you lonely, I'll make it up to you with a good massage, okay?”
Chen Yu raised his brows at this blatant excuse to molest him and glanced back to gauge the black twin's reaction to this, curious whether he would stop Moqi Baihui. Which would win, his jealousy or his desire?
Indeed, behind him, Moqi Lirong was frowning at seeing his brother position himself between Ning He's slim legs, which were revealed in all their glory by the gown he'd spread open, and stroke his hands along the tender skin. A moment later, however, his expression turned pleased, as he scoffed, ”Baihui, since when have you ever given a massage? You probably just read about it somewhere, I'm the one who has real experience.”
Saying so, he slipped Ning He's robe down to expose his exquisitely defined shoulder blades and reflexively pressed his lips against them, then kneaded the fine parts in the youth's delicate neck. Hidden from view, the man planted small marks on the white skin, his eyes lowered to cover the darkness that was roiling with the urge to bite through this nape until he could gnaw on the boy's bones and engrave his mark in the deepest part of him. With these fantasies and the view that he was enjoying, his breathing became heavier and heavier and eventually, he had to conduct the massage with one hand as he was using the other to comfort himself.
On the other side, after somewhat guiltily glancing at Ning He due to the accuracy of his brother's accusation, Moqi Baihui hardened his resolve and held the boy's arched foot in his hands, gently searching out his pressure points and kneading them, shuddering faintly whenever Ning He cried out in response to a particularly sensitive spot being rubbed. As he continued up the youth's graceful calves, Moqi Baihui couldn't help but squeeze harder than necessary, partly because he was anxious to make his claim on his shizhi obvious and partly because the feeling of his fingers sinking into that supple flesh was too addicting, then he watched as if fascinated at the red marks his hands had created.
Aroused unbearably by these brands, the man gradually also shed his restraint, he simply assured himself that Ning He wasn't looking at him through his slackened, half-lidded eyes and pretended to accidentally move the jade-like feet against his erection. Despite not daring to stimulate himself too frequently, he managed to relieve himself in the end with the additional spark of the youth's moans.
Although Chen Yu was well aware of how thoroughly the perverts were exploiting their little show, he no longer cared once he felt how pleasurable it was, he simply relaxed and let them do whatever they wanted to. Once he was limp from the pleasure, he didn't even bother to stifle his half-pained, half-pleased gasps and sobs from leaking out.
Of course, he wasn't aware that standing outside the door and listening to these ambiguous noises was Wenren ShiShi, who had come to invite her shifu to dinner.