Phoenix Top and Dragon Bottom Chapter 15

Chapter 15 · The Plot to Administer A Drug Fails

Feeling puzzled, Feng Xuan Yang’s mind was racing with various thoughts. He interrupted, saying, “Really? That’s strange. Just now, she suddenly leaped and exchanged a few moves with me. She struck my shoulder with a palm, and I evaded it by turning away…”

“That’s enough of your nonsense,” coldly interrupted Long Qinghan, putting an end to the person who was getting more and more enthusiastic, even demonstrating the moves.

Embarrassed, Feng Xuan Yang touched his nose, understanding that although Long Qinghan scolded him, he still cared. After all, Long Qinghan assisted him back to his room.

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After a short while, they both returned to the room, and the discomfort in Long Qinghan’s body gradually subsided.

However, Feng Xuan Yang was dumbfounded. He didn’t expect Long Qinghan to counteract the effects of the drug using his internal energy.

Seeing his plan fail, Feng Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, feigning discomfort by clutching his chest. His face turned deathly pale.

Long Qinghan was taken aback and quickly withdrew his energy to check on Feng Xuan Yang. “What happened to you?”

Feng Xuan Yang bent down and groaned, “My chest hurts… Ah… It’s unbearable…”

He then pushed away Long Qinghan’s hand and stumbled towards the bed, seemingly unsteady on his feet. Concerned, Long Qinghan hurried to support him and helped him onto the bed.

Approaching the bedside, Feng Xuan Yang, seemingly absent-minded, glanced at the man beside him. Suddenly, he groaned in pain, scaring Long Qinghan, who quickly sat up. Unfortunately, his swift movement accidentally pressed on Feng Xuan Yang’s chest. Feng Xuan Yang gasped, his face even paler.

Feeling bewildered, Long Qinghan was at a loss for how to handle the situation.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Xuan Yang reached out to pull Long Qinghan closer, pretending to be groggy and behaving as if he didn’t have clear consciousness. He murmured and groaned, holding Long Qinghan tightly.

With concern for Feng Xuan Yang’s injury, Long Qinghan cautiously placed his hand on his chest and gently massaged it. Seeing Feng Xuan Yang’s wrinkled brows, he carefully removed his clothes, intending to examine his injury.

At this moment, Long Qinghan was completely immersed in his concern for Feng Xuan Yang, so he didn’t even realize that Feng Xuan Yang had embraced him fully. Their bodies were pressed together, and Feng Xuan Yang’s hands were teasing and provoking his sensitive areas.

Before long, Long Qinghan suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. He had been worried about Feng Xuan Yang’s injury and had dispersed his inner energy, leaving him defenseless. As a result, the heat surged back, engulfing his entire body. However, Feng Xuan Yang’s touching hands felt like a cool spring, relieving him of the heat.

Unconsciously, he let out a soft moan, seemingly enjoying Feng Xuan Yang’s caresses. He couldn’t help but move his body, craving more of his touch.

Feng Xuan Yang observed Long Qinghan’s increasingly hazy eyes, and a wave of excitement surged within him. He leaned closer, breathing gently on Long Qinghan’s porcelain-white face, and gradually moved closer to his slightly parted lips.

However, just as their lips were about to meet, Long Qinghan shuddered and pushed Feng Xuan Yang away, quickly sitting up.

Tugging at his clothes, Long Qinghan came back to his senses and glanced deeply at the bewildered figure lying on the bed. Swiftly, he turned around, got off the bed, and with an apologetic word, he fled the room, leaving Feng Xuan Yang completely stunned and forgetting even to groan in pain.

After rushing outside, Long Qinghan found a small pool in the backyard and splashed water on his face, hoping to cool off the intense heat. However, the desire surged so strongly that even cold water felt hot to him.

Leaning against the pool’s wall, he panted lightly and tried to regulate his breathing, suppressing the desire with his inner energy. But whenever he closed his eyes, the face of the man he loved, the seductive red lotus, the enticing fragrance, and those tempting lips would appear, seducing him.

Long Qinghan realized that he had developed feelings for Feng Xuan Yang. How could he not think about it and even feel desire for him?

Indeed, Young Master Long rarely experienced love, attributed this situation to his own desire. If Feng Xuan Yang knew that all of this was due to Long Qinghan’s longing, he would probably find it laughable.

Shaking his head, Long Qinghan couldn’t let this continue. They had known each other for only a few days, and their relationship couldn’t be considered deep. How could he harbor such wicked thoughts? He splashed water on himself again but found that the heat remained.

Realizing that his desire for Feng Xuan Yang was surprisingly strong, he was completely stunned. As the desire overwhelmed him and his rationality started to be eroded, he glanced at the nearby latrine and could only resign himself to enter and take care of the matter using his own hand.

Long Qinghan was usually chaste, and his self-control was strong due to his inner energy. He had never engaged in such self-indulgence before, but now, for Feng Xuan Yang, he had done it for the first time, which was indeed laughable.

He spent quite some time in the latrine, using his inner energy to suppress his desire before slowly walking out.

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His steps felt weak and unsteady, as he had never relieved himself like this before. The pent-up desire suddenly burst forth multiple times, overwhelming him completely.

He splashed water on his face again, washed it a few times, and then walked back to the room with a soft tread.

By now, the candle inside the room had extinguished. He had completely forgotten that there was still someone lying on the bed. Absent-mindedly, he walked to the bedside, removed his boots and socks, and then climbed into bed. Little did he know that as soon as he touched the bed, someone suddenly pulled him and tried to push him down.

Alert, he immediately turned and slapped the person on the bed with his palm. He heard a painful grunt, and this time, it was the true hit that reached Feng Xuan Yang.

Hearing the familiar voice, Long Qinghan was taken aback. He quickly checked, “Xuan Yang, what happened to you?”

Feng Xuan Yang was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak. He never expected to be struck by this palm. He rolled over, turned his back to Long Qinghan, and covered his chest, muttering to himself, “Long Qinghan, one day you’ll kill me…”

Startled by Feng Xuan Yang’s words, Long Qinghan didn’t hear what he said clearly. He turned Feng Xuan Yang’s body around and without any explanation, he tore open his clothes, exposing his chest.

Feng Xuan Yang was astonished and let out a shout. He quickly pulled his clothes tight, took a few steps back, looking as if he had encountered a thief trying to force himself on him. “What… What are you doing?”

Completely oblivious to the misunderstanding, Long Qinghan still reached out and nervously said, “I want to check your wound. My palm technique is cold in nature. If I don’t apply energy to dispel the cold, it won’t be good for your body.”

Feng Xuan Yang stared at Long Qinghan vigilantly for a long time before gradually easing his suspicion. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his hands defensively, throwing his body heavily onto the bed. As if he had given up, he closed his eyes and said, “Go ahead.”

Long Qinghan was taken aback and bent down carefully, gently undoing Feng Xuan Yang’s clothes to expose his strong and toned chest with slightly bronzed skin. His muscles were well-defined but not exaggerated, presenting a strong and well-proportioned body.

Long Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his gaze and continued examining Feng Xuan Yang’s injury. The desire that had surged before he took the medicine had now returned to his usual composed and indifferent demeanor. Even facing the body of his deeply loved one, he couldn’t arouse any desire.

He looked at the blue palm print on Feng Xuan Yang’s chest and sighed softly. Taking out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, he poured the liquid onto his hand and spread it gently around the palm print. He used his inner energy to massage the area to help the medicine digest quickly.

He was exceptionally serious and focused while tending to Feng Xuan Yang’s injury. Even though he was touching the body of his beloved, he showed no trace of desire.

He looked at Feng Xuan Yang with tenderness in his calm eyes, and his gentle care melted Feng Xuan Yang’s heart.

But it was precisely this intoxication that made Feng Xuan Yang find an opportunity to act.

Feng Xuan Yang’s eyes slightly narrowed, emitting a cold and eerie glint as he kept his gaze fixed on that hand. He said nothing, yet his silence was chilling. Feng Xuan Yang’s hand remained suspended in the air, afraid to make any movement, as his palm started to sweat.

After what seemed like an eternity, Long Qinghan slowly got up from the bed and walked to the table. He took out a handkerchief, wet it with water, and then gently wiped off the ointment from his hand. He repeated the process several times, all the while maintaining his silence.

He sat down slowly, pouring himself a glass of water and drinking it without paying any attention to the person lying on the bed.

After a while, he opened his mouth to say something—

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