Chapter 51 – Acting Shamelessly to Get Qinghan to Sing

In the end, Long Qinghan realized he had done wrong and obediently came back. He gently rubbed Feng Xuanyang’s wound and blew on it softly, then apologized in a tender voice, finally appeasing the furious Sect Leader Feng enough that he no longer pursued the matter.

After Feng Xuanyang had eaten and drunk his fill, he found himself with nothing to do. Lying sprawled on the bed, he commanded, “Qinghan, sing me a song!”

“…” Long Qinghan ignored him, hugging his chest as he leaned against the headboard, gazing distantly into the distance.

“Qinghan, Qinghan.” When the hard approach didn’t work, Feng Xuanyang tried being soft. He tugged at Long Qinghan’s sleeve like a child throwing a tantrum, speaking in gentle tones.

When he softened like this, Long Qinghan’s heart softened too. He sighed and said, “Sect Leader Feng, what exactly do you want?”

“I can’t sleep. Come sing me a lullaby, Qinghan.” Feng Xuanyang shifted his body further into the bed with effort.

Seeing this, Long Qinghan helped him move while asking, “If you don’t want to sleep, why not just keep your eyes open and look around? Why torment me?”

“How am I tormenting you?” Feng Xuanyang shouted dramatically. “This is love! I’m letting you practice singing so you can sing more for me in the future.”

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When he turned back to get on the bed, Feng Xuanyang had already switched back to his cheerful expression. Long Qinghan glanced with concern at the bloody wound on Feng Xuanyang’s back, a flash of worry crossing his eyes.

Feng Xuanyang immediately reached out and draped his arm over Long Qinghan’s body. “Quick, come closer. I’m cold.”

Long Qinghan nodded, pulling up the thin blanket on Feng Xuanyang’s back and moving closer. But afraid of hurting Feng Xuanyang’s back again, he still maintained some distance.

Now Feng Xuanyang was displeased. He pouted and called out darkly, “Qinghan.”

Long Qinghan pressed his lips together and resignedly moved closer. Feng Xuanyang was delighted. He stretched out his arm and pulled Long Qinghan over, snuggling against him and nuzzling. “Qinghan, sing quickly.”

Long Qinghan sighed softly, gazing up at the bed canopy, and began to sing. The song was long and melodious, and combined with his gentle voice, it was utterly entrancing and sleep-inducing.

Gradually, his voice grew softer and slower. That gentle, soothing melody made even Long Qinghan himself drowsy. He hadn’t rested properly in so long and desperately wanted to just fall asleep, forgetting everything.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but he still struggled, forcing his eyes open. His gaze was empty and unfocused – he could barely see anything. His eyelashes trembled slightly as he forced himself to open his eyes wider and raised his voice, but then he was drawn back into his own singing, wanting to sleep.

He opened and closed his eyes repeatedly until finally, a hand pressing on his sleep acupoint rescued him, allowing him to fall into deep slumber at last.

Feng Xuanyang tenderly caressed Long Qinghan’s gaunt face, sighing softly. “You always push yourself so hard. You were clearly exhausted long ago but still refused to sleep. If I hadn’t made you come to bed to sing, you probably would have kept forcing yourself to stay awake.”

Feng Xuanyang lovingly kissed Long Qinghan’s lips, wiped away the dust on his face, then pulled out his hair pin with one hand, holding it in his palm and gazing at it quietly.

Then he gently pecked Long Qinghan once more, turned him on his side to embrace him, and soon closed his own eyes to sleep.

Long Qinghan had no idea how long he had slept. He only heard endless clamor in his ears. That night – the clash of weapons during the fight with assassins, Feng Xuanyang’s roar as he shielded him from the blazing flames, and the earth-shaking explosions. Cruel and agonizing sounds tore at his eardrums, driving him to collapse and madness. He wanted to scream loudly, to release all the suppressed emotions he’d held for so long, but when he tried to move his throat, he found he couldn’t make a sound. He wanted to open his eyes to see if the danger had passed, if they were safe, but his eyelids were too heavy – he couldn’t even open his eyes.

He could feel cold sweat streaming down his body, could feel his body gradually growing cold. He couldn’t break free from this world, couldn’t escape this nightmare. He wanted to kill, he wanted to kill – to send all those who had harmed him straight to hell! To release these oppressive emotions!

“Qinghan! Qinghan! Wake up!” An urgent voice in his ear interrupted all those piercing sounds of clashing blades. Gradually, his ears returned to silence, and he heard that familiar voice.

“Xuanyang?” He murmured the name, opening his eyes in confusion, then suddenly snapped awake. “Xuanyang!”

He sat up straight, eyes wide, looking around. Realizing he was in their room, he remembered they were safe now.

“Qinghan…” A worried voice came from beside him. He turned his head and saw Feng Xuanyang’s concerned face.

But the moment their eyes met, he saw Feng Xuanyang’s shocked expression, his eyes wide with surprise.

He was startled. “What’s wrong?” He reached up to touch his face and discovered it was covered in sweat. He breathed lightly. “It’s nothing, just a nightmare.”

Feng Xuanyang stared fixedly at Long Qinghan without speaking, his eyes flowing with indescribable emotions. Because at this moment, Long Qinghan’s eyes were actually blood-red! However, just as Feng Xuanyang focused his gaze to observe, the red color gradually faded from those eyes, returning to their usual blue like water.

Feng Xuanyang lowered his eyes, pulled Long Qinghan into his embrace, and gently stroked his hair, murmuring, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Long Qinghan looked up in confusion. “Xuanyang, what’s wrong with you?”

But Feng Xuanyang didn’t answer. He continued the same motions with his hands, repeating his apologies.

Long Qinghan sighed helplessly, knowing he wouldn’t get any answers from Feng Xuanyang. He changed the subject: “Right, how did I fall asleep earlier? What time is it now?” He glanced outside and saw it was still light, thinking he couldn’t have slept long.

However, Feng Xuanyang’s words shattered that illusion: “You slept for a whole day. It’s already dawn of the second day.”

“What did you say!” Long Qinghan was completely awake now. He stared at Feng Xuanyang in shock. “That means you haven’t eaten anything for a day and night?”

Feng Xuanyang nodded helplessly. “I slept the whole day too, just like you.”

Long Qinghan was stunned. He quickly got out of bed and put on his shoes and socks.

“Qinghan, what are you doing?”

“Getting you something to eat. Aren’t you hungry?” Long Qinghan finished putting on his shoes and straightened his clothes. “Do you want noodles again? Or should I have the waiter bring up some dishes?”

Suddenly, warmth bloomed in Feng Xuanyang’s heart. Right now, Long Qinghan looked just like a devoted wife, taking care of him wholeheartedly. He smiled slightly. “I want noodles made by you. But—” He held up his hand, making a gesture. “Put in this much salt – not too much, not too little.”

“Alright.” Long Qinghan smiled back and went out.

Watching Long Qinghan leave, Feng Xuanyang moved his body and discovered that whether it was because sleeping while holding Long Qinghan had been comforting, or because the medicine was very effective, his wounds didn’t hurt as much anymore.

He struggled to sit up, wanting to get his clothes to put on, but discovered his clothing was nowhere to be found.

“…” No wonder he’d been naked this whole time. He glanced at the bundle on the table and tried to get out of bed to retrieve it, but the moment he sat up straight, he grimaced in pain again.

Finally, he had no choice but to shout, “Waiter! Waiter!”

Soon, the inn’s waiter knocked and entered, rubbing his hands. “Sir, what can I do for you?”

Feng Xuanyang squinted, clutching the blanket tightly around himself, and pointed at the bundle. “Help me get that bundle from the table.”

“Right away.” The waiter reached over to get it and handed it to him with both hands, even trying to make conversation: “Young master, you’re finally awake.”

“Isn’t that obvious!” Feng Xuanyang glanced at him and tried to untie the bundle, but lacking strength in one hand, he tossed it to the waiter. “Open it!”

“Yes sir.” The waiter agreed and began untying the bundle while saying, “Hey, young master, you don’t know – a few days ago, Master Long brought you here injured, and you scared us all. We thought you might…” The waiter suddenly stopped because he saw Feng Xuanyang’s face darkening with displeasure.

“Continue,” Feng Xuanyang commanded coldly.

The waiter swallowed nervously and had to continue: “Later we called a doctor, and that Master Long took care of you for several days and nights without closing his eyes, finally saving your life. I must say, that Master Long is truly loyal and devoted to you. Not only did he never abandon you, he cared for you through the night. He even boiled the medicine himself and fed you everything. Having such a devoted friend is truly a blessing.”

Feng Xuanyang was stunned. His eyes immediately lowered as he murmured with emotion, “Yes, having him is truly my good fortune.” Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he exclaimed in shock, “What did you say! Several days ago?!”