Chapter 91: Happiness
Yu Shi carefully wiped a palm-sized jade scroll, with another scroll placed beside him.
One of the jade scrolls had been obtained from the snow mountain tomb, while the other was acquired yesterday after killing the demon breeder at Changhe Hospital.
When the jade scroll dropped, Feng Xuexiang noticed that his two nephews, Feng Zaiyin and Feng Zaixing, had a brief change in expression, especially Feng Zaixing, whose eyes betrayed a fleeting look of desire.
But all they could do was watch helplessly as he picked up the jade scroll and put it away.
Feng Xuexiang didn’t recognize the characters or patterns on the jade scroll, nor did he know how to use it, so he handed it over to Yu Shi, thinking that he might like it.
Yu Shi took the scroll, cleaned and disinfected it thoroughly, wiped it clean, and then casually placed it on a shelf.
Because of the incident at Changhe Hospital, Feng Xuexiang returned to the Feng family, but after only a few days, he wanted to leave.
Before leaving, Feng Zaiyin came to see him.
“He seems to be a bit afraid of me, why?” Feng Xuexiang asked Yu Shi, his tone a mix of confusion and mild complaint.
Yu Shi was packing clothes, folding each one neatly, and replied, “Perhaps some people are just naturally at odds with each other’s aura. After you meet with him, we’ll go back to the other place to live.”
“Alright.” Feng Xuexiang stood up and went downstairs.
Xiao Chuang was already entertaining Feng Zaiyin. When she saw Feng Xuexiang approaching, she hugged the teapot and slipped into the kitchen.
“What do you want to see me about?” Feng Xuexiang asked as he sat down on the sofa.
Feng Zaiyin’s expression was solemn. “Ninth Uncle, I suspect that the current Feng Zaixing is no longer the same cousin Zaixing we knew. Something has taken over his body.”
Feng Xuexiang idly twirled the ends of his hair hanging by his side. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”
Feng Zaiyin said, “A few days ago at Changhe Hospital, I felt that something was off about him. Yesterday, I tested him several times and found that he doesn’t remember many things from the past, and his personality has also changed significantly from before.”
“And I used a certain artifact to test him; it detected a heavy presence of yin energy within his body. It’s very likely that he’s been possessed by a malevolent spirit!”
“Is that so?” Feng Xuexiang didn’t show much of a reaction.
Feng Zaiyin immediately realized something. “Could it be that Ninth Uncle has already noticed?”
Seeing the confusion on his nephew’s face, as if asking, ‘Then why haven’t you dealt with him?’, Feng Xuexiang smiled and said, “If you want to handle it, go ahead.”
Feng Zaiyin fell silent. If he could deal with it himself, he wouldn’t have come to Feng Xuexiang in the first place.
“Your nephew feels ashamed. I’m afraid I’m no match for that spirit, nor can I save my cousin from him, so I came to humbly request Ninth Uncle’s help,” Feng Zaiyin said, bowing his head in a gesture of submission.
“I don’t want to get involved.” Feng Xuexiang didn’t care about the flash of suppressed anger in Feng Zaiyin’s eyes, leaning back on the sofa as he spoke.
“But that is your nephew, bound to you by blood. Now, besides you, no one else can save him. Are you really going to let him die?” Feng Zaiyin pressed on.
Feng Xuexiang’s smile faded as he carefully studied Feng Zaiyin’s handsome face, noticing the resemblance to his father. Suddenly, he remarked, “You were raised by Feng Houzhan. You’re just like him.”
“You both love to burden others with responsibility.”
Feng Zaiyin felt a dangerous chill but remained as calm as possible. “As a spirit demon of the Feng family, enjoying the family’s support, don’t you have a responsibility to protect the clan?”
“You’ve got it reversed,” Feng Xuexiang said as he stood up and slowly walked over. “It’s not the Feng family that supports me; it’s I who support the Feng family.”
“I’m nothing more than a beast once kept in a cage by Feng Houzhan.”
Feng Xuexiang looked down at Feng Zaiyin from above and suddenly slapped him hard across his composed face.
“Smack!”
Feng Zaiyin’s cheek immediately turned red, and his eyes almost filled with blood.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never been humiliated like this.
But the person who slapped him didn’t seem to think much of it. After the slap, Feng Xuexiang smiled again and said, “Next time, don’t talk to me like that.”
“Alright, you can go now.”
Feng Zaiyin took a deep breath, finally managing to suppress his anger and resentment, then stood up and left.
Since Feng Xuexiang had no intention of dealing with this matter, Feng Zaiyin had to think of another way.
Yu Shi came downstairs and saw Feng Xuexiang sitting on the carpet, staring blankly at the glass dome of the villa.
“He’s gone?” Yu Shi asked as he sat down next to Feng Xuexiang.
Feng Xuexiang’s attention immediately shifted to Yu Shi, and he leaned his head on Yu Shi’s lap.
Yu Shi noticed his slightly red hand and asked, “Why is your hand red?”
Feng Xuexiang let out a soft hum. “I really don’t like it here.”
Yu Shi stood up and gently pulled Feng Xuexiang up with him. “Then let’s go. We’ll head back to the other house.”
…
In the small but cozy home, the goldfish swam in the tank, their orange-red tails like delicate skirts brushing against the newly grown green water plants.
A few tiny white flowers had bloomed on the small potted plant.
While out for a walk in the evening, they suddenly noticed the wind had turned a bit chilly.
“The falling leaves signal the arrival of autumn.” Yu Shi caught a yellow-green leaf that fell from above. “The osmanthus flowers nearby have bloomed; you can smell their fragrance. Can you sense it?”
Feng Xuexiang, who was walking beside him, abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Yu Shi looked back at him and heard him say, “I wish summer would never end.”
Autumn was brief, and winter would soon follow. Then he would… go into hibernation.
Yu Shi always had a way of making him happy, but this time, it wasn’t so easy to cheer him up.
Even when he was temporarily happy, the cold weather often made him appear somber. He would frequently gaze at Yu Shi, as if pondering something with hesitation.
“What are you thinking about?” Yu Shi asked, gazing intently into his eyes.
Deep within Feng Xuexiang’s eyes, there was a flicker of purple that grew more mysterious the longer one gazed into it. But as his long eyelashes lowered, they concealed his emotions, revealing only a fragile facade.
Yu Shi knew that Feng Xuexiang wasn’t as vulnerable as he appeared on the surface, but he couldn’t help being lenient with him. Even if Feng Xuexiang didn’t want to speak, Yu Shi chose not to probe.
…
The next day, when they went to the supermarket to buy some essentials, Yu Shi picked up a few items discreetly. Feng Xuexiang, lost in thought, didn’t notice and almost took someone else’s cart to the checkout, only to be pulled back by Yu Shi.
Later that night, after taking a bath, Feng Xuexiang noticed Yu Shi sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at something. Curious, he moved closer and realized what Yu Shi had purchased.
As Yu Shi finished reading the instructions, he looked up and saw Feng Xuexiang beside him, his face full of nervousness, with his eyelashes trembling like the wings of a butterfly.
Feng Xuexiang stole a quick glance at him and then quickly looked away.
Yu Shi handed him the small package with a smile and asked, “Do you know how to use this?”
“Hmm?” Feng Xuexiang hesitated as he took it.
Yu Shi said, “Take a look.”
“………”
Feng Xuexiang stared at the small package for ten minutes, clearly daydreaming. Yu Shi gently took it from his fingers.
Startled back to reality, Feng Xuexiang was suddenly pressed down onto the bed. He propped himself up slightly, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. “What are you doing?”
Yu Shi tore open the package, glanced at him, and then carefully put it on him.
There was no need to ask how he felt or whether he was willing—it was obvious from the look in his eyes and the tension in the air.
In that moment, Feng Xuexiang was astonishingly beautiful, his pure face adorned with eyes filled with desire.
Yu Shi wrapped his arms around Feng Xuexiang’s neck, his voice affectionate. “Do you know what to do?”
Feng Xuexiang hugged him back, his usually clear and magnetic voice now tinged with a low huskiness. “If I don’t do it well, will you be upset?”
He felt Feng Xuexiang nuzzling against his shoulder, almost like a kitten seeking affection.
Yu Shi chuckled softly and cradled Feng Xuexiang’s head. “If you don’t do well… then try harder next time?”
Feng Xuexiang was indeed eager to earn his approval, often asking if he was doing things right. But Yu Shi couldn’t always provide an answer.
Surrounded by Feng Xuexiang’s long hair, that innocent, inquisitive face hovered before him.
Cool, pale fingers pressed against his chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat beneath, gradually syncing their movements.
“This is wonderful,” Feng Xuexiang murmured, a look of obsession in his eyes. “I love this feeling.”
His Yu Shi, usually as gentle as a flowing stream, had now become a torrent.
Yu Shi’s skin wasn’t as pale as Feng Xuexiang’s; he spent a lot of time outdoors and had tanned slightly during a recent trip to the beach.
Feng Xuexiang used his delicate fingers to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on Yu Shi’s skin, relishing the slick, warm sensation.
Yu Shi hadn’t expected the previously shy Feng Xuexiang to become so… so intense in such a short time.
“…Xuexiang,” he called his name several times.
Feng Xuexiang responded, but refused to let go.
Taking a deep breath, Yu Shi grabbed a fistful of Feng Xuexiang’s long hair and pulled him close, biting down hard on his lips.
“That’s enough.”
Feng Xuexiang blinked, a bead of blood forming on his lip. He looked at Yu Shi with a hint of hurt in his eyes, but still didn’t let go.
He lay over Yu Shi like a blanket, licking the sweat from his shoulder and swallowing the blood from his lips.
Outside, the sky had long since darkened, and the only light in the bedroom came from the bedside lamp.
Yu Shi gently stroked Feng Xuexiang’s long hair. “Do you feel a bit more at ease now?”
They shared the same pillow, and Feng Xuexiang nodded, his breath brushing against Yu Shi’s cheek.
“Ashi…”
“Hmm?”
“I still want to…”
“Don’t think about it for now.”
Yu Shi gently patted the back of Feng Xuexiang’s head, still surprised by how fervently Feng Xuexiang sought his closeness. What once seemed like a delicate butterfly had transformed into something more akin to a serpent, tightly entwining itself around him.
Yu Shi hadn’t realized that his own tolerance and indulgent expressions only fueled Feng Xuexiang’s desire to be near him. As the outside world grew colder, with all its bothersome people and events, Feng Xuexiang’s focus narrowed until only Yu Shi remained.
Holding him felt like reliving the warmth of a scorching summer day.
Feng Xuexiang already liked him so much, yet his affection seemed to grow endlessly.
Noticing Feng Xuexiang clutching his chest with a slight expression of pain, Yu Shi became concerned. “What’s wrong, Xuexiang? Does your chest hurt?”
“Yes, it hurts a bit,” Feng Xuexiang replied.
Yu Shi frowned, worried. “Chest pain? Let me take a look.”
“Okay, I’ll show you.” Feng Xuexiang made a fist over his chest and then slowly opened his hand in front of Yu Shi.
A small, purple butterfly emerged from the center of his palm, fluttering around Yu Shi’s head before gently settling on his shoulder.
Yu Shi couldn’t help but laugh, caught between amusement and disbelief. “So, was it real pain, or not?”
Feng Xuexiang took Yu Shi’s hand and pressed it against his chest, his voice soft and earnest. “There are so many butterflies flying inside me.”
Yu Shi was taken aback, realizing that this wasn’t just some trite metaphor. He could actually hear the faint flutter of wings inside Feng Xuexiang’s body.
With his hand resting on Feng Xuexiang’s chest, Yu Shi could almost feel the sensation of countless wings brushing against his palm, a mix of illusion and reality.
“Does it feel bad?” Yu Shi asked, concerned.
“No, it feels wonderful.” Feng Xuexiang pressed Yu Shi’s hand to his chest, closing his eyes as if savoring the moment.
