Chapter 67: CH 47.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 47.2

“What are you going to do with it? If you want to throw it into the pool to vent your anger, that’s also fine.” Jun Wushuang took advantage of Mo Fei Chen, his lips just passed over by his chin.

Mo Fei Chen just moved his head back; however, he didn’t dodge it.

He put the painting on the outer side of the Lantern.

“You asked for candles also, are you going to make a lantern?” Jun Wushuang leaned really close to him. A delicate (or faint) fragrance without the sticky feeling of a woman, but with a bit of heroism, Mo Fei Chen then laughed in his heart, could it be that this kind of cologne (parfume) was invented in ancient times?

But he smelled really good, Mo Fei Chen felt that his heart beat faster as he smelt it, so he hurriedly looked away.

Mo Fei Chen plucked a ball of cotton wadding out of the quilt, soaked it in wine and then set it under the lamp stand.

“Do you need more candles?”

“No need.”

After the sun had set, the water reflected the moon in the sky.

Mo Fei Chen carried the lantern and went outside the house and said to Jun Wushuang behind him, “Light the cotton wadding down here.”

The candle was swaying underneath as the flames burned up. 

After a short while, Mo Fei Chen let go and that lamp actually really slowly rose.

Jun Wushuang tilted his head and opened his eyes wide.

Mo Fei Chen looked at the side of his face as he unnaturally reached out to touch it, but just as he touched the other party’s cheek and tried to withdraw it, but it was held down by the other party.

“Will it fall down?”

“Yes, it can, so you have to hurry up and make a wish before it does.”

That lantern eventually didn’t fly over the height of the cliff, but burnt up and fell into the pond.

“Perhaps you wish to leave me as soon as possible,” Jun Wushuang said as he looked at the place where the Kongming lantern [a kind of weather-proof portable lantern attributed to Zhuge Liang (诸葛亮)]had fallen, in the pond, “However, I wished that you would always be with me.”

Mo Fei Chen breathed in, he suddenly felt the smell of Jun Wushuang’s body getting stronger and thicker, he couldn’t help but trace the side of his opponent’s face with his eyes, the curve of his Adam’s apple …

“I’m hungry, this time I want to eat meat.”

“Good.” Jun Wushuang smiled faintly, “I’ll go and bring some rabbit meat, let’s have a barbecue beside the pond.”

“Fine ah, barbecue is good!” Mo Fei Chen’s eyes curved into two crescents, and Jun Wushuang seemed unable to resist pulling him over and kissing him fiercely on the mouth for a few times. 

“You wait for me here!”

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Looking at his departing back, Mo Fei Chen touched his own lips.

Yunfeng, why haven’t you come yet?

Jun Wushuang is becoming less and less annoying.

In the evening, after eating the roasted rabbit, Mo Fei Chen smelled (of the roasted meat) all over his body and really wanted to find a place to take a bath, but bathing in the room was like some kind of hint to Jun Wushuang.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Jun Wushuang asked him instead.

“No need. (No, thanks.)” Mo Fei Chen squeezed in under the quilt. Jun Wushuang liked to sleep while holding him in his arms, so Mo Fei Chen was determined to suffocate him to death with the smell of barbecue.

“Are you shy and afraid that I will see your body? But I’ve already seen it. I’ve always bathed you every time I’ve held you, isn’t it?”

At that time I was unconscious and I didn’t know how you had bathed me as you please. 

“Or were you afraid that I would hug (make love to) you?” Jun Wushuang’s lips pursed up again into that wicked smile, teasing Mo Fei Chen’s nerves, “I’ve held you so many times, what does it matter if it’s one more or one less?”

At the mention of this, Mo Fei Chen gritted his teeth and sat up, “I’ll castrate you!”

But Jun Wushuang pushed the door open and went out instead. 

He really boiled two buckets of water and poured them into the bath barrel. Mo Fei Chen was facing sideways towards the wall. It seemed that Jun Wushuang was about to take a bath.

The sound of clothes rubbing together as he undressed made Mo Fei Chen’s heart itch. He could even imagine the curves of Jun Wushuang’s long and slender legs as he entered…

“Fei Chen, come in and wash with me.”

“If I go take a bath with you, then I’m crazy (sick in the head).”

Jun Wushuang leaned back on the tub and looked at Mo Fei Chen’s back willfully, “You know that Bai Xue Cult is located in Western Region, many martial artists are investigate where their location is, and my Jing Shui Sect have also sent someone there —— the Left Protector Yu Jin.”

Yu Mutou? What happened to him?

“This time Yu Jin came back badly injured, but he also brought back a lot of important information.” Jun Wushuang held the water up with his hands and let it flow back down leisurely and carefreely “I want to send him again, because he is quite capable. I just don’t know if next time, he’ll be able to come back or not.”

“Yu Jin is my Shi Xiong!” Mo Fei Chen yelled.

“If you don’t want me to send him out again, then you come over here.” Jun Wushuang patted the edge of the bathtub.

Mo Fei Chen glared at him, Jun Wushuang’s expression unexpectedly had an air of complacency.

Take a bath then I’ll just take a bath, that’s what I (Lao Zi) wanted to do anyway!

Mo Fei Chen took off his clothes in a few seconds and stepped into the tub. There was no place to put his legs, so he could only rest it on the side of Jun Wushuang’s waist. He sat down carefully for fear of touching the other party.

Jun Wushuang smiled and splashed a handful of water onto Mo Fei Chen’s back, then took the cloth towel that was on the side of the tub and wiped his body. Every time Jun Wushuang lowered his head, Mo Fei Chen could smell the smell, especially when the water vapor evaporated the smell, Mo Fei Chen actually had a reaction.

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