From day to night, the tattoo on Liu Zhenqing’s lower back continuously swayed, gradually disappearing into darkness. The movement under the red bed tent came to a stop.

Huo Fenglie opened the bed curtain and got out to light the candles. The candlelight not only illuminated the willow leaf tattoo on Huo Fenglie’s body, but also the clearly visible marks left behind by Liu Zhenqing.

After lighting the candles, he took hot water from the stove and brought it to the bed.

“Qing-ge…..” Huo Fenglie’s voice contained a smile as he looked at Liu Zhenqing, who was lying listlessly in bed, seemingly exhausted.

The thin blanket over his body seemed to have been draped there casually, barely covering the area below the waist and above the legs. 

The smooth lines of his shoulders and neck, a beautiful butterfly back, the concave curve to his waist, and straight legs below…..

Even though he had touched and kissed it all countless times, under the warm orange candlelight, Huo Fenglie felt momentarily covetous at the sight.

Not to mention the fact that something on that body belonged to him.

“Qing-ge……” When he spoke this time, his voice had lost its clarity and become hoarse.

Liu Zhenqing cracked open his eyes and peered at Huo Fenglie through the small gap, a hint of resentment to his gaze. The 1:3 record made him rather aggrieved. It had never been so exaggerated before, ah. It seemed that after he got this tattoo, Huo Fenglie had lost all sense of control in this regard.

Although he had been somewhat looking forward to getting this tattoo, as it seemed very romantic, he now appeared to be incapable of warding off Huo Fenglie.

His voice was already halfway hoarse. He didn’t even bother to raise his hands, and just opened his mouth.

Huo Fenglie moved closer to feed Liu Zhenqing some water. After he finished drinking, Huo Fenglie said: “Qing-ge, are you still thirsty?”

“Hungry.”

Huo Fenglie smiled and kissed Liu Zhenqing’s wet lips. Those lips had long turned cherry-red due to overuse, and were parched and plump.

“I’ll go get some food and see how everyone else is doing. Qing-ge, wait for me.”

Liu Zhenqing gave a nod and gestured for Huo Fenglie to go.

A group of people drinking from day till night……the situation could be imagined. When Huo Fenglie went over, he found Yue Xuqian directing the island workers to escort Han Ye and Bai Su back to their rooms.

The slightly tipsy Yue Xuqian turned around and saw Huo Fenglie standing outside. He said with a smile: “How could you bear to come out?”

“I’m getting Qing-ge something to eat. Where are the others?” Huo Fenglie asked.

“The two kids drank a little bit of wine and were taken away by Sister-in-law. As for the others, well.” Yue Xuqian touched his chin with a complicated expression. “Each family led their family members back. But they must have all been quite drunk, because several of them passed out.”

Huo Fenglie paid no mind to this: “You’re not drunk.”

Yue Xuqian raised an eyebrow with a shrewd look on his face: “I’m not a martial artist, and would get a hangover headache, so I just pretended to be drunk. By the way, I heard from the steward that there’s millet porridge in the kitchen, ready for drunkards at any time.”

Huo Fenglie heeded his words and turned toward the kitchen. It wasn’t advisable to eat too much at night, and some millet porridge was just the thing.

As it happened, he ran into Yi Chuan as soon as he arrived at the kitchen.

Yi Chuan had dozed off against the door. His bronze cheeks were a little red, and it was obvious that he’d drank too much.

As soon as Huo Fenglie approached, Yi Chuan woke up.

“Did you come to get porridge?” Huo Fenglie asked.

Inside the kitchen, servants were busily packing food boxes.

Yi Chuan nodded, a little lacking in spirit. His tone when he spoke was extremely out of sorts: “Song Xingmu has an upset stomach. He just drank all night and didn’t eat much.”

Yi Chuan was sulking. After all, Song Xingmu had constantly blocked the wine for him, worrying that he would beat people up when he got drunk. How could he be like that, ah?

It was Song Xingmu who drank himself unconscious and needed Yi Chuan to take care of him. It was annoying to death, so much so that he really wanted to toss him into the sea and let him fend for himself.

Yi Chuan just spoke a few brief words and took the food box handed to him by a servant before leaving.

When he returned to the guest room where Song Xingmu was staying, he heard the sound of drunken shenanigans just as he pushed open the door. He had seen Song Xingmu’s unsightly drunken appearance countless times.

It could be said that Song Xingmu’s true nature was completely exposed.

He was humming a naughty little tune, searching for wine and making a fool of himself.

“Where’s Zhiwan-guniang? Bring me some wine.”

“I don’t remember the name of this tune. I want to hear Zhiwan-guniang sing a little song, find her quickly.”

“Shuyun-gongzi, are you free tonight?”

“By the way, Xi Ran, hahahaha……Liu Zhenqing got married today. Who told you not to choose me that day? If you’d chosen me, maybe……”

His words were drowned out by a loud bang. But Song Xingmu was already out of his mind from drunkenness, and was completely unaware of the murderous aura next to him. Chatting and laughing at the air, he perfectly embodied the uninhibited character of the Sea King.

The moment Yi Chuan placed the food box on the table, the bottom of the box cracked. Yi Chuan gave Song Xingmu an unhappy look and scoffed coldly.

He thought that he really should throw him into the sea and let him swim back by himself to find his lover.

However, the demented Song Xingmu soon noticed that there was someone standing there and staggered over.

“Yo, why are you standing there……are you here to find me? A pretty young boy?” Song Xingmu reached out and touched Yi Chuan’s face, which naturally provoked the latter. Yi Chuan directly twisted Song Xingmu’s hand, but realized that this hand was previously disabled. Although it had been healed, years of conditioned reflex still made him afraid to use force against this hand.

This playboy Song Xingmu was the best at teasing and flirting, and had many tricks to harass people. Thus, he took advantage of the other’s posture to pull him into his arms, his hands reaching behind him almost instinctively.

Yi Chuan felt a touch on his butt, and his tiger fur instantly stood on end.

“The arc is so perfect. How can it be so perfect? It’s just as perfect as Yi Chuan’s,” Song Xingmu exclaimed in amazement.

Yi Chuan’s raised hand paused when he heard his own name, and he didn’t know if he should proceed to hit him or not quarrel with a drunkard.

But in the next second, Yi Chuan’s face blackened as he was pinched. He attacked directly and without mercy, but Song Xingmu wasn’t easy to deal with even when he was drunk.

After several moves, Yi Chuan was temporarily subdued and pressed onto the table by Song Xingmu from behind.

“This temperament is similar to Yi Chuan’s, irascible.”

“Damn you, Song Xingmu! Scram for Laozi!”

“Don’t want to, don’t want to. If I can’t hug Yi Chuan, I might as well hug you,” Song Xingmu said, leaning close to Yi Chuan’s ear.

Yi Chuan stiffened and immediately looked back at Song Xingmu with a cold gaze: “You’re looking for death!”

As expected, this shameless bastard would do anything to anyone!

But before Yi Chuan could attack, Song Xingmu let him go and stepped back with a smile on his face, saying: “Just kidding, la. You have the same personality as Yi Chuan, so I just had to tease you. I…..how could I hug anyone else?”

Yi Chuan stared blankly. He watched as Song Xingmu suddenly sat down in a dispirited manner, hugging the table leg next to him as he muttered: “Yi Chuan……where is Yi Chuan? Where did he go? I have to find him……if I don’t keep an eye on him, he’ll definitely run off with another woman.”

Yi Chuan’s expression changed. “What nonsense! I’m not like you!” As he spoke, he suppressed his temper and kicked him with his foot, saying: “Hey, get up and have some porridge.”

“He’ll run off with her. On the contrary, I’ll have no chance to marry and have children,” Song Xingmu murmured.

Yi Chuan frowned: “I, I won’t.”

Song Xingmu seemed about to fall asleep leaning against the table: “Will so. Watching the wedding ceremony today, his eyes were full of envy. If…..if I were a woman, would…..”

Song Xingmu didn’t say anything else. It was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman by his appearance. Although he never shied away from this, and even joked about it, he never said he wanted to be a woman. He still had some pride. Thus, Yi Chuan was given a shock when he heard this.

Yi Chuan’s brain seemed to grind to a halt. He grabbed Song Xingmu by the collar and lifted him up, angrily scolding him: “What are you talking about! Is this something Song Xingmu should say?”

Yi Chuan thought that if Song Xingmu was a woman, he would have certainly married him, as he had fallen in love with Song Xingmu’s female disguise at first sight. But he admired him as a man more. Song Xingmu was a responsible, loyal man who would go through fire and water for his friends and righteously guard the seas, ah.

Song Xingmu was both a teacher and a friend to him……

“Song Xingmu, do you truly like me that way?” Yi Chuan looked him in the face and spoke as if in a trance, adding, “The kind of way that can’t be shared with others.”

Song Xingmu was nearly strangled. This sobered him up a bit and allowed him to see the person in front of him clearly.

“Yi Chuan?”

But he wasn’t sober enough.

So when Song Xingmu saw Yi Chuan, his eyes lit up at being asked such a question with such a fierce look.

He felt he must be dreaming. This was not the first time he’d dreamed of Yi Chuan.

And every time, how could Song Xingmu be willing to give up in his dreams what he couldn’t have when he was awake?

Song Xingmu simply pulled Yi Chuan over and kissed him. Yi Chuan tried to dodge, but was unable to. When he saw the fierce look in Song Xingmu’s eyes, he was shocked. That was an expression that Song Xingmu – who was always carefree and said nine out of ten things in an unserious manner – had never directed at Yi Chuan before. Out of nowhere, Yi Chuan was invisibly suppressed.

Just when he was nearly out of breath, Song Xingmu finally gave him a little space to breathe.

“Yi Chuan, you’re mine…..mine…..I’ll prove to you how much I like you.”

Yi Chuan was unfamiliar with intimate matters, and was in a trance. When he heard this, his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

In the next moment, there was a bang as the table bore the weight of two people and a food box was overturned.

Song Xingmu actually took action. Yi Chuan still struggled in a panic, but he seemed to have lost all strength to resist, and was gradually made to go along with it naturally.

He gritted his teeth, prepared to endure anything, but found that there wasn’t anything to endure at all. Yi Chuan was startled to realize that even in the midst of a drunken dream, Song Xingmu took his psychological shadow in consideration and didn’t dare go all the way.

But Song Xingmu’s other moves were truly fierce, and in the end, all Yi Chuan could see was a constantly shaking scene:

Curly red hair, translucent earrings, a smiling mouth, and a face as beautiful as that of a fairy.

His name was whispered over and over, the sweet words making his ears warm.

On the other side, Huo Fenglie picked up a food box, and was about to fly back when he heard the sounds of fighting.

After taking a small detour to see what was going on, he saw Qiao Jin being slapped against a tree by Liu Qiao. Qiao Jin lifted a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, then pounced toward Liu Qiao like a fierce little leopard.

“I like only you, I want to kiss only you, I want to sleep with only you, and I want you to marry me and be my queen!”

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T/N: I’m just over here cracking up at the fact that literally all of these dudes are gay for each other.

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