“… You’re pressing me down so hard that it hurts!” Xu Lan exclaimed in discontent.

Bai Wu leaped down from the bed and looked guiltily at Xu Lan. “Pain…it’s painful?”

Xu Lan – who was not in a good mood – glared at Bai Wu and began getting off the bed when Bai Wu used one hand to pick him up and then threw him back onto the bed.

“What are you doing!” Xu Lan asked dumbfoundedly.

“Have a good rest. Don’t you mind them.” Bai Wu’s pouted his lips to express his extreme dissatisfaction toward Xu Lan’s attitude.

“Where are we? Why do I feel like this place…” Xu Lan scanned the room and a blush immediately began rising up his neck. He felt as though his words were trapped in his throat, and he found himself unable to spit them out.

“Why? What’s with this place?” Bai Wu supported himself on both of Xu Lan’s shoulders. He slowly and mischievously went up to Xu Lan as he asked that question.

“Y-you… Don’t you come near me!” Bai Wu shoved Bai Wu away and stammered.

“Hmm. I feel weak in my whole body and I’ve got no strength to get up. What’s to be done about that?”

The corner of Bai Wu’s lips began to curve into a smile; the tear mole at the corner of his eyes began seducing Xu Lan like poison. As long as Xu Lan declined, even if it was slight, those reddened eyes were obsequiously looking at him, full of guilt. Xu Lan took one step back, and Bai Wu took one step forward. In the end, Bai Wu pressed his whole body down on Xu Lan’s.

Bai Wu gave Xu Lan a light peck on the edge of his lips. “I’m really sorry, Papa. Back then, my whole heart was poured out onto you. That was why I wasn’t affected by the soul-summoning tune.”

Xu Lan’s widely-opened eyes were giving Bai Wu a death stare. A handsome face of impeccable proportions was right in front of Xu Lan, and its scarlet eyes were being apologetic.

“So, it’s my fault then?”

“No, I don’t mean it that way. I just wanted you to know. You are the most important thing to my heart, too important!” Bai Wu reacted instinctively in reply. Afraid that he would miss a single microexpression, his eyes were fixated on Xu Lan.

“I, I know. Could you please get up now!” Xu Lan turned away and replied awkwardly.

“Papa. I’d like to kiss you.” Bai Wu was engrossed in seeing the flush rise to Xu Lan’s ears. He took the chance to blow some air into his ear.

All Xu Lan felt was a feverish heat, which was partly a result of shyness, and partly a result of anger!

F*cking hell! When Bai Wu did all those shameful things to him while he was unconscious, did Bai Wu ask for his opinion of that? Why did he not ask Xu Lan when Xu Lan had already woken up? After all that, Bai Wu still had the audacity to be so thick-faced and ask for a kiss!

F*ck all that nonsense!

“Move over! Now! I want to get down from the bed!” Xu Lan’s temper began to flare up and a barrage of scolding ensued. He took a fist to Bai Wu’s chest.

“Your body hasn’t recovered yet. Please lie back down. You needn’t worry about what’s happening outside. I’ve arranged everything. I took great trouble to watch over Papa. Shouldn’t I be getting some reward for that?”

Bai Wu threw himself on Xu Lan and sloppily bit his neck.

“F*CK! What kind of reward! I haven’t… Where are you putting your f*cking hand?!” An ice-cold hand was placed abruptly on Xu Lan’s chest, frightening him to the point where he started shivering.

“Papa. I want to kiss you.”

“…” Xu Lan looked away and remained silent.

“Papa…” Bai Wu stared with his reddened eyes; his hand remained still and was placed right on Xu Lan’s chest.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss! F*ck! Kiss!” Xu Lan put on a heroic and martyr-like expression and placed his face right in front of Bai Wu’s, all while bursting out in admonishment.

Bai Wu flashed a vibrant smile that was similar to the blossoming of mountain flowers. It was more beautiful and genuine than the scene in Xu Lan’s dream.

If Xu Lan knew that things would escalate to such heights, he would have refused everything sternly from the very beginning!

Now though…

Bai Wu apologized sincerely while rubbing Xu Lan’s waist carefully, all while beaming with a content smile on his face.

Outside, Zhang Fei was standing at the door. He was bewildered and unsure of how he should begin his sentence.

“Is something the matter? Do tell if there is. If there isn’t, please don’t stand there like an eyesore.” Bai Wu’s cold voice resounded. Zhang Fei knew instinctively that the remark was directed at himself.

“The wandering deity came back.”