Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 423 : Fengxi’s Little Predicament (1)

Chapter 423: Chapter 423 : Fengxi’s Little Predicament (1)

"FENGXI!"

Qiao Wei moved behind Zhang Fengxi and pressed his palms against the latter’s back. A surge of power flowed from his body into Zhang Fengxi’s, but the action was akin to pouring buckets of water to fill up a dried pond.

After all, he was currently a human being and Zhang Fengxi was a heavenly creature.

"Stop."

Zhang Fengxi opened his eyes. He spat out some more blood onto the bedsheet when he coughed. Gingerly, he wiped traces of blood from the corner of his lips.

"Baby, I am fine," he said to placate Qiao Wei.

"You don’t look fine to me at all," Qiao Wei snapped, not at all placated. "Take off your robe and lie down, let me inspect your meridians."

A low moan escaped Zhang Fengxi’s lips as he collapsed onto the mattress.

Qiao Wei’s fingers, cool and practiced, traced a path across Zhang Fengxi’s naked body, pausing with a gentle press at each pressure point.

"Your spiritual power is in disarray," Qiao Wei remarked after a while with a touch of astonishment. "Have you been pushing too hard at your cultivation barriers?"

"What cultivation barriers? I am not even actively working to achieve breakthrough to higher levels."

He was actively chasing his wife instead.

Qiao Wei fixed him with an icy stare.

"Maybe it happens due to a lack of exercise, then?" He asked with a hint of admonition.

Qiao Wei reached out to touch Zhang Fengxi’s abdomen.

Instead of finding a soft fat layer to pull out, his fingers grazed ridges of hardened muscle, each ripple a testament to years of toil and brutal battles. Beneath the sun-kissed tan, the general’s core pulsed with raw, untamed power, a furnace sculpted from iron will and forged in the crucible of a thousand campaigns.

A shameless smirk spread on Zhang Fengxi’s face as he enjoyed Qiao Wei’s embarrassed touch against his taut muscles.

"Do you like what you touch, Baby?"

In response, Qiao Wei smacked hard against Zhang Fengxi’s s stomach.

"Owww...!"

"Show-off."

Zhang Fengxi took Qiao Wei’s hand and pressed it against his lips.

"If I did grow fatter, then it is all your fault for not exercising with me regularly," the smooth cadence of Zhang Fengxi’s words wove a spell around Qiao Wei, making his heart skip a beat.

"Don’t be ridiculous," Even Qiao Wei, usually composed and stoic, felt the pull of desire threatening to unravel his reason. His words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a struggle against the rising tide of longing.

Zhang Fengxi licked his lips lasciviously. He pulled Qiao Wei on top of him and rolled with him on the cramped bed, two bodies burning with the urge to drown together in a quagmire of endless passion.

Heat bloomed beneath Qiao Wei’s skin as each of Zhang Fengxi’s scorching kisses landed, his eyelids fluttering close in surrender.

Exhaustion, sweet and heavy, began to pull at their eyelids, weaving its way through the lingering embers of desire.

Fingers still intertwined, their breathing slowed to a gentle rhythm and they drifted off into a shared sleep, hearts and souls united as one.

In the morning, the chirping birds outside of their window announced the beginning of a new day.

A gnawing unease clawed at Qiao Wei’s mind as he blinked against the invasive tendrils of dawn. His heart lurched inexplicably, prompting him to conduct a frantic search with his eyes before his head sluggishly followed suit.

Qiao Wei soon discovered that Zhang Fengxi was not lying next to him.

His eyes blinked open, adrift in a haze of bewilderment. Where his lover’s familiar warmth had been, now lay a tangled nest of dark, curly hair. A tiny chest pulsed rhythmically against his chest, the faint murmur of sleep flitting from its lips.

"Uh, excuse me...?" Qiao Wei carefully called out.

The little boy slept like a log, his breathing barely a whisper. Even a feather wouldn’t budge him, so Qiao Wei gently prodded him awake.

"Uh... Hello? Little boy?"

The little bundle on Qiao Wei’s chest stiffened, a tremor running through his small frame. Slowly, he lifted his head, glancing up shyly at Qiao Wei. His face, flushed like a sun-kissed apple, and a pair of big, bright eyes that shimmered like dark chocolate pools, locked onto Qiao Wei’s gaze. An explosion of cuteness hit Qiao Wei in one adorable wave.

"Jianbao?" the little boy called out to Qiao Wei.

Pure, adulterated shock spread on his cute face as soon as he heard his own voice. It was not the voice of an adult man, no. It was the voice of a child.

Qiao Wei didn’t want to believe it, but he had to accept the truth.

"... Fengxi...?"

Zhang Fengxi, the exalted Supreme General of the Heavenly Realm, the Crown Prince Consort who stood guard over his wife’s lifeless body for years, the proud heir of the Longjing Palace Master position, had unexpectedly transformed into the body of his earlier years.

By the look of it, he was approximately five to seven years old in age.

This sudden transformation was a shock too big to bear, so Zhang Fengxi was naturally unable to react well.

"Ah... Ah..."

Little Zhang Fengxi clawed into the bedsheet, his face was contorted into a mixture of pain and bewilderment.

"AAAAARGHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Fengxi, ssshh.... shhhhhh, everything will be alright," Qiao Wei took Zhang Fengxi into his arms and cuddled his tiny form against his chest.

"Waaaaaaaahhhhh which demon did this? I am going to kill him!!!!" Overwhelmed by his emotions, Zhang Fengxi erupted in a torrent of tears, his body wracked by sobs as he flailed his arms and legs.

"Sssshhhh... good boy, don’t cry..."

Qiao Wei unwittingly kissed Zhang Fengxi on the cheek to placate him. Instead of being placated, the little boy threw an even bigger tantrum.

"A KISS ON THE CHEEK??? JIANBAO, WHY ARE YOU KISSING ME ON THE CHEEK?" Zhang Fengxi screeched like an angry tiger cub. "I DON’T WANT A KISS ON THE CHEEK, WAHHHHHHHHH~!!!"

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Author’s note :

Jianyu : I know now why some people say that your husband is technically your eldest child.

Little Zhang Fengxi : I AM NOT A CHILD! WAHHHHHHH!!! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡