My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 86

Chapter 86: 

IF: Childhood Friends [Extra] – Sleeping together, whispering secrets.

Liao Chen held Yan Jingyu and stood in front of Yan Tingxuan.

He was not in a hurry to show his fangs, but the hand holding Yan Jingyu clearly had a hint of restraint. As long as Yan Tingxuan made any dangerous moves, he would immediately raise the fellow in his hand to threaten him in order to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Yan Tingxuan did not scold him, but instead blamed the Yan Jingyu in his hand. “Do you know that the people in the estate have been looking for you like crazy?”

Du Qiyun also said, “He is still injured. Shouldn’t you have reported to your parents when you took someone out?”

Yan Jingyu obediently nodded, his mouth pursed, but his cheeks were slightly puffed out, clearly with some unspoken words.

Yan Tingxuan glanced at Liao Chen. Du Qiyun, on the other hand, walked over very friendly. “How is your body recovering? Do you want…”

Liao Chen subconsciously dodged her hand and took a step back.

He was not used to being approached by people stronger than him, nor was he used to accepting anyone’s kindness.

Yan Jingyu struggled out of his palm, floated in the air, and said, “Alright, alright, you guys go and do your own thing. I won’t run around with him again.”

He actually acquiesced to this matter…

Yan Tingxuan still wanted to say something, but Du Qiyun directly poked Yan Jingyu’s small face, chided him with a few words, and gave her husband a look.

“You see.” As soon as his parents walked out, Yan Jingyu immediately rushed to Liao Chen with great joy and said happily, “I told you, my parents have no ill intentions towards you.”

Liao Chen stared at the two adults leaving, then turned to Yan Jingyu and said slowly, “They are actually at ease with you and me together?”

“What’s there to be not at ease about?” Yan Jingyu said, as if it were a matter of course. “You’re not a bad person.”

“On what grounds do you think I’m not a bad person?”

“Because you look to be about my age.”

He once again responded to Liao Chen in a matter-of-fact tone. Liao Chen looked at the little one who was right in front of him, turned and sat down cross-legged on the side, and said coldly, “I will not allow you to break my demonic cultivation.”

“If you like it, then keep it.” Yan Jingyu came over again. “As long as you don’t do anything to harm others, what does it matter if you are a demon or a devil?”

As he spoke, he picked up a large teapot on the side and poured him a cup of water.

He was small in stature, but he held the teapot with ease. After he finished pouring, he directly placed the cup on his head and raised his hands high. “Do you drink tea?”

Liao Chen glanced at him.

The tea in the cup was a pale yellow, with a hint of a sweet osmanthus fragrance. A huge shadow blocked his entire body, but this little thing was still at ease, with no sign of being strained at all.

“I don’t drink.”

Yan Jingyu put down the cup, then went to hold the snacks on the table, and with a small face raised, “Do you eat flower cakes?”

“I don’t eat.”

“Do you eat preserved fruit?”

“No.”

“Do you want to crack melon seeds?”

“…”

He kept changing the food, holding them or raising them high with both hands to hand to him one by one. Because his body was small, it was strangely cute… Liao Chen frowned. “Were you this small when your mother gave birth to you?”

“…” Yan Jingyu pursed his lips, a little unhappy. “I am usually very majestic in front of others.”

A familiar sneer appeared on Liao Chen’s lips.

Yan Jingyu frowned, and with a single effort from both his arms, he directly broke open the melon seed shell.

That action seemed to be to show off his deterrent power, but Liao Chen couldn’t help but even curve his eyes, and said in a low voice, “Little one.”

Although he was being mocked, Yan Jingyu was not angry at all. He followed suit and curved his eyes. “Actually, you like me very much, right?”

He had been very perceptive since he was a child, and had never been one to lose his temper or be arrogant. He knew a lot about others, and also about himself. He knew what kind of feedback his actions would receive, and he also knew very well that his small form at this moment was actually very likable.

But Liao Chen’s face suddenly darkened, and he sneered. “Believe it or not, I’ll crush you to death?”

“You wouldn’t bear to crush me to death.” Yan Jingyu jumped onto the back of his hand. Liao Chen frowned and raised his hand to throw him out, but he directly lay on it, like a little catfish, and even tried to wrap his hands around his wrist. That wasn’t enough. His eyes were also looking at him with a twinkle.

Liao Chen’s movements strangely stopped. His face stiffened again. Yan Jingyu immediately laughed, and said with some triumph, “You see, I knew you weren’t a bad person. You wouldn’t bear to hurt me.”

“…” Liao Chen’s face was cold. He directly grabbed him and said with a threat, “Don’t play any more tricks on me. Hurry up and change back to your original appearance.”

“I’m not playing any tricks.” Yan Jingyu said, “I’m just in a mustard seed state.”

“Believe it or not—”

He glared at Yan Jingyu. Yan Jingyu still looked at him obediently. He was clearly so small, but his gaze was very tolerant and even gentle, as if no matter how much hostility the person in front of him had, he could be completely accepted by him.

Noticing that he had stopped, he smiled again, gently pushed the other’s fingers that were holding him, and broke free from inside. “Alright, alright, I’ll satisfy you.”

His figure turned into a stream of light and re-condensed in front of him. His smile was gentle and bright, and the slightly raised corners of his eyebrows already carried a hint of a youth’s spirit.

His one-to-one enlarged features made all the details on his entire face clearly visible. For a few moments, Liao Chen did not make any sound.

Not until a hand waved back and forth in front of him did he subconsciously come back to his senses. The other had already withdrawn his hand, and what was replaced was indeed an incomparably exquisite face. The corners of his eyes were a little round, his eyes full of splendor. He tilted his head slightly. Clearly, it was a coaxing posture, yet it was exceptionally difficult for one to move their gaze.

“How is it? Were you scared by this Lord’s majesty?”

“…” Liao Chen once again pushed him away and said stiffly, “Majesty my ass.”

Yan Jingyu obediently distanced himself from him.

Back then, after Qin Zhongyou lost his parents, he was also like the person in front of him. Yan Jingyu was not afraid of being pushed away. He knew very well that the other’s unfriendly tone did not mean that he was really unfriendly. And besides, the little phoenix was clearly much more stressed than the Qin Zhongyou of that year.

He directly moved a stool over and pulled it to sit with Liao Chen. Liao Chen immediately stood up and looked at him with a manic expression. “What are you doing?!”

“Good friends should sit side by side.”

“Who wants to be good friends with you!”

Liao Chen directly stepped out the door. Yan Jingyu shrugged his shoulders and followed him with an innocent look.

Coaxing a child, he has the most experience.

Anyway, a cheeky face is a cheeky face.

Knowing that Yan Tingxuan was very likely paying attention to this small courtyard, Liao Chen did not rashly rush out. He came to the begonia tree and stared at the strolling Yan Jingyu with an unhappy expression.

This fellow had an exceptionally attractive annoyance… because he was too eye-catching, and also because he was too frank, and even more so because of that faint sense of composure and gentleness. Whether it was in a mustard seed state or a normal state, he seemed to know very well what he was doing, and also what his actions would bring to others…

That was the confidence that belonged exclusively to a heaven-sent prodigy.

But Liao Chen hated this feeling very much.

At this time, it was still difficult for him to explain why he hated him, but he vaguely felt that Yan Jingyu was not a person that others could easily get close to.

He was like a lamp that attracted moths, and also like a flower that attracted bees and butterflies—

Liao Chen’s instincts were resisting becoming a member of those insects and butterflies.

“Aiya.” Noticing the vigilance in his expression, Yan Jingyu timely stopped his steps, rubbed his stomach, and said, “I almost forgot to eat.”

He turned and went back into the room, leaving Liao Chen with enough time to be alone.

The two of them, one standing under a tree, one sitting in a room, one eating, one cautious. Occasionally, they would look at each other through the window, and Liao Chen would timely move his gaze away.

He sat cross-legged under the begonia tree and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.

But the magnified features from that one moment just now frequently appeared in his mind. It took him a full half of the night before he could barely circulate his spiritual energy for a small heavenly cycle.

When he opened his eyes again, the moonlight was flowing in the courtyard, and layered begonia petals were scattered around him.

He sat quietly, his divine sense passing through the window, and saw the young man sleeping soundly on the bed.

He didn’t understand why he could sleep so soundly beside him, as if he really completely believed that he was a good person…

For a few days, they had been getting along like this. Liao Chen didn’t want to bother with him, but he also knew that he couldn’t leave for the time being, so he could only distance himself from him like this.

Not until this night, a wind rose in the courtyard, and the begonia flowers were blown into a scattered mess. Liao Chen’s loose long hair was also blown into a mess.

He sat quietly in the cold wind, listening to the whistling wind blowing through the forest, through the lakeside, through the mountain wall, and also through the stone chairs and stone benches in the courtyard.

From time to time, a “clack” sound would come. It was the sound of trees in the distant forest being broken by the wind.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled. A torrential rain suddenly fell from the sky.

Liao Chen looked up. Just as the raindrops were about to land on his body, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

At some point, a golden nanmu umbrella had been held up above his head. The paper of the umbrella was moon-white, and on it was painted an exquisite begonia flower.

Amidst the sound of the pouring rain, Liao Chen turned his head to look at the window. The young man who had been sleeping soundly had gotten up at some point and was standing by the window, still looking at him with that clean and tolerant gaze. That kind of tolerance was not from an elder or a condescending handout, but even had a child-like purity.

Meeting his gaze, Yan Jingyu blinked at him. His gaze was still clean, but it was unconsciously tinged with a hint of a smile.

“That’s about enough. Even if you have a fire spiritual root, this cold rain tonight is enough for you to suffer.”

Liao Chen lowered his eyes, still expressionless.

Not until the other had flipped over the window, his footsteps pattering, and had dived under his umbrella.

Liao Chen was caught off guard and suddenly bumped his shoulder against his. Yan Jingyu shrank his head and said in a small voice, “I’ve never been in the rain before. Do you really like this kind of open-air feeling?”

The two of them were not large in stature, but it was still a little difficult to squeeze under one umbrella. Liao Chen turned his head and looked at his long hair and single-layer garment, which had been soaked when he had rushed over just now. “What are you doing?” he said in a low voice.

“Accompanying you.” Yan Jingyu flicked his wet hair, looked up at the pouring rain, and slowly reached out his hand. “I heard that some people don’t feel cold when they are in the rain alone, but they can feel it when they are together. Do you know why?”

Liao Chen was silent.

Yan Jingyu’s hand played with the rain falling from the tip of the umbrella. His voice was soft. “Because when you are alone, the touch of the outside world is swallowed by the deeper emotions in your heart. But when you are with someone, because you can feel the other’s body temperature, you will be able to more clearly contrast the cold of the cold night.”

He moved a little closer to Liao Chen. His slightly wet hair stuck to his cheek. His clear eyes looked at Liao Chen. “Can you feel my body temperature dropping?”

Liao Chen looked at his face.

There were still water droplets slowly rolling down his ear. His porcelain-white cheeks had become a little wet. Through the fabric of their clothes, he could clearly feel him trembling imperceptibly.

“…Why don’t you use your spiritual energy?”

“Because I want you to pity me.” Yan Jingyu said with expectant eyes, not hiding it at all. “This way, you will be willing to go into the house with me to get warm.”

Liao Chen’s gaze moved away, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

The room was burning with smokeless charcoal fire. The window was wide open, and he could still see that the rain was heavy. But the cold air had already been completely isolated by the barrier. Only the sound of the pouring rain was left, which, under the reflection of the warm lamplight in the room, had a bit of a different warmth.

Yan Jingyu handed him a large cloth towel and also took one himself, and began to put it on his head.

The two of them, of this age, were of similar height. Yan Jingyu easily reached his head and rubbed it vigorously.

Liao Chen looked at him from under the towel. “I can dry it myself with my spiritual energy.”

“This can deepen our feelings.” Yan Jingyu, while speaking, said, “Don’t just stand there. Use that one to wipe for me.”

“…” Liao Chen pursed his lips and slowly placed the cloth towel on his head. The two of them, with large cloth towels on their heads, looked at each other. Not until Liao Chen once again avoided his gaze did he carefully begin to wipe his head.

Yan Jingyu was very satisfied and enjoyed it, and also began to vigorously rub his hair.

Liao Chen suspected that he was doing it on purpose, so he also began to vigorously rub him.

The two of them used force on each other for a while. Liao Chen gradually became fierce, rubbing his head until it began to sway left and right. Yan Jingyu was shaken until he was dizzy and quickly called a stop. “You, do you have a grudge against me?!”

“…” Liao Chen stopped his movements, watching as he fell towards his chest with stars in his eyes. He took a half step back, but his chest stayed in place, letting him lean against it for a while, dizzy. He slowly moved away and glared at him with his eyes.

He had an exceptional softness about him, but it was not the kind of softness that was bitter and hateful, and that gave to everyone and was fawning. It was like a child’s, innocent and pure, clean softness.

Liao Chen smiled, then quickly pressed down the corners of his lips. “Are you this good to everyone?”

Yan Jingyu had already turned and walked into the inner room, and began to pour hot water inside. He said casually, “Although I am very good to everyone, I am not this good to everyone.”

Liao Chen lowered his eyes, and followed him with hesitation. “Why are you like this only to me?”

“It’s not just to you.” Yan Jingyu said, “I’m like this to all my friends.”

Liao Chen’s face darkened slightly. “It seems you have many friends.”

Yan Jingyu put his hand in the bathtub and swayed it, then straightened up and looked at him. “Do you want to take a bath together?”

“…” Liao Chen reacted for a moment. “?”

“I was just in the rain.” Yan Jingyu said, “I have to be careful not to catch a cold.”

“You, catch a cold?!”

Yan Jingyu himself was also a little amused, and said with some embarrassment, “Not really. I just want to soak. Are you coming?”

Liao Chen glanced at the tub, then suddenly turned and walked out, saying coldly, “You can do it yourself.”

Yan Jingyu didn’t mind. In fact, he knew very well that many people had a sense of shame… it seemed that in this world, only he himself did not? What’s wrong with good friends taking a bath together? It’s a matter of course. Qin Zhongyou found it disgusting, Zeng Huacai was shy, and this new friend actually retreated from him so much. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He jumped in himself and soaked comfortably for a while.

He even put a towel on his own head and lay there lazily, sleeping.

Liao Chen stood outside for a while. Noticing that he had not come out for a long time, he only then sent out his divine sense. He couldn’t help but frown, and took two steps in. He picked up the cup of endless water on the side and splashed it on his face.

Yan Jingyu was startled awake and looked at him in disbelief. “You, what are you doing?”

“You fell asleep.” Liao Chen said, “Be careful of drowning.”

“…” Yan Jingyu glared at him for a while again. Liao Chen had already taken a large blanket. “Come out. You’ve soaked long enough.”

Yan Jingyu frowned, rubbed his eyes, and stepped out of the water. As he wrapped himself in the blanket, he looked at Liao Chen and said with dissatisfaction, “You can’t call me like this in the future.”

“You were the one who got me in.” Liao Chen reminded, “But you yourself fell asleep here. Is this your way of treating guests?”

“I…” Yan Jingyu inexplicably felt that he was a bit of a jinx to him. He hesitated for a moment. “You’ve already come into the house. Can’t you find a place to sleep yourself?”

“No.” Liao Chen said, “You have to arrange it for me.”

Yan Jingyu had no choice but to nod. He walked out of the inner room and came to the bedside. “We’ll sleep here tonight.”

“…We?”

“Mm.” Yan Jingyu said, “My bed can get bigger, big enough for us to sleep. But if you’re not used to sleeping with people, I can also go back to my small bed to sleep.”

“No need.” Liao Chen said, “Let’s just do this.”

Liao Chen came to the bedside and was about to sit down when Yan Jingyu suddenly pulled him up again. “You should still go and wash.”

“I’ve already used a Dust-Cleansing Art.”

“Go and wash.” Yan Jingyu’s brow was slightly puffed out. “Washing is very comfortable, more comfortable than a Dust-Cleansing Art.”

…This was him being disgusted.

Liao Chen glanced at his wrinkled face again and said calmly, “I know.”

Yan Jingyu relaxed, put down the blanket, dived into the bed curtains, and changed into a single-layer garment. He lay on it and rolled around excitedly for a while.

After a few moments, he climbed up again and threw a piece of clothing over there. “This is new. You can wear it close to your skin.”

The single-layer garment was pure white, clearly his own size. When he got close, he could still smell a faint fragrance. He couldn’t tell what it was, only that it smelled very good.

Liao Chen tidied himself up and got into bed. As soon as he lifted the bed curtains, he saw his sparkling eyes. He was holding the quilt with both hands, with only his head exposed, looking at him with eager anticipation.

As soon as he saw him, he immediately moved inside, and patted the side with his fair hand. “Hurry up and lie down.”

“…” Liao Chen did some mental preparation and lay down beside him with a calm expression. Yan Jingyu immediately turned on his side and, like a little worm, wriggled over to lean against his shoulder.

Liao Chen’s whole body stiffened slightly. Hearing him laugh, he had to turn his face and lower his voice. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone before.” Yan Jingyu said in a small voice, “And you?”

“…I’ve slept with a corpse.”

Yan Jingyu’s eyes widened again, then he shook his head. “I mean a living person.”

Liao Chen looked at the top of the bed and did not answer him directly, but asked back, “What about your other friends?”

“Hmm… Dan Nan is a girl, Huacai is more shy, and Zhongyou cultivates the path of heartlessness and doesn’t like to be close to people… if you cultivate demonic arts, you shouldn’t have so many taboos, right?”

“Will your father really cripple my demonic cultivation?”

“If the demonic cultivation doesn’t harm you, he won’t.” Yan Jingyu directly gave the answer. “If I sleep with you, will it harm your cultivation?”

“Why do you never cultivate?” Liao Chen once again avoided his question. Yan Jingyu was slightly dissatisfied, but still said, “I’m always cultivating. Eating and drinking are both cultivation.”

Liao Chen looked at him. Yan Jingyu added, “Can you often sleep with me in the future?”

“Are you afraid of sleeping alone?”

“I’m not afraid, but I like to sleep with people.” Yan Jingyu said, “I used to sleep with my parents, but I’ve grown up, and my father said I’m a bit of a nuisance, so he kicked me out. I still like to have someone beside me, so we can talk in whispers.”

“…What do you want to say?”

Yan Jingyu thought for a moment, then suddenly brought his nose close to his shoulder and sniffed hard. His breath, through the fabric, suffused the skin on his shoulder. Liao Chen’s whole body stiffened slightly. Yan Jingyu had already laughed again. “You smell so good.”

Liao Chen suddenly looked at him, a hint of hostility in his eyes.

Yan Jingyu met his gaze, and slightly restrained his expression. Liao Chen narrowed his eyes and softened his voice. “It’s your clothes that smell good.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, because Yan Jingyu had once again restlessly rubbed against him. He looked at his face for a while and said softly, “Do you have a nickname?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll give you one.” Yan Jingyu immediately perked up and said with great joy, “You’re so handsome. In the future, let’s call you Xiao Mei. What…”

Liao Chen directly pinched his mouth, his fingers on his two cheeks, his expression a little dangerous. “If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you.”

Yan Jingyu became honest.

Liao Chen stared at him for a while, then slowly released his hand. A few clear finger marks were left on Yan Jingyu’s cheeks. He poked his cheek with his tongue. Liao Chen paused slightly, hesitating whether he should say something about being too rough…

Yan Jingyu suddenly spoke. “Xiao Mei.”

“…” His eyes once again showed fierceness. Yan Jingyu had already turned over and rolled out, humming and hawing as he dived into the quilt, rolling left and right, and said deliberately, “Liao Xiao Mei, Liao Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei…”

Liao Chen took a breath. Yan Jingyu would shout for a while and then stop, peeking out from the quilt with two eyes to observe his reaction.

Noticing that his face was ugly, he revealed a smile and once again turned over with a hum, as if chanting, “Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei…”

“…” Liao Chen directly turned around, pulled the quilt up high, and covered his own ears.

He didn’t know how long had passed. Yan Jingyu had finally had enough fun, and his breathing by his ear had softened.

The rain in Hutian was still falling, with occasional flashes of lightning and thunder outside.

Liao Chen, inside the room, finally slowly put down the hands covering his ears.

The little immortal lord of Hutian… is really annoying.

He thought, but in a flash of lightning, he focused his divine sense on the face of the person behind him, looking at the cat-like finger marks on his two cheeks.

He carefully listened to the other’s breathing.

Light and soft… like the autumn breeze mixed with the fragrance of fruit.

Actually, it’s not particularly annoying…

Right?

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