The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 152: The Flower Sword Returns — R18

Chapter 152: The Flower Sword Returns — R18

Their lips met in a gentle, yet eager union. It began with a delicate touch, soft and probing, as if each movement was a show of unspoken feelings, gentle and sweet like a first kiss. There was a hint of hesitancy at first, a tender feeling that blossomed into something passionate. Their breaths intertwined, mingling in a delicate.

As the kiss deepened, the pure and heartfelt connection spoke volumes. When they finally pulled apart from each other, Xu Feng’s eyes were blurry and while he was still present, he felt like a salted fish.

All he wanted to do was lay there like...a salted fish.

Xuan Yang smiled down at the ger below him, his eyes glimmered with an affectionate light, softening the intensity of his features. His smile held a tender touch, a blend of warmth and adoration that danced in his eyes.

It was the kind of smile that spoke volumes without uttering a single word, a gentle assurance of care and tenderness. His expression held an air of reassurance, as if silently promising.

The look alone made Xu Feng’s heart race and falter all at once.

Then he looked lower, and took in the markings on the ger’s body, some bright red and puckered, others were so dark they almost looked like berries scattered around the other man’s chest.

The work of art on Xu Feng’s body was done by none other than Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian the night before. Xuan Yang was the one who was impatient, and Xuan Jian joined in the fun as they gave Xu Feng a ’good luck’ gift, as the ger called it, for the last day of the Xuicai exam.

At the proof of his impatience, Xuan Yang felt a bit of shame. He had acted like a child, but Xu Feng had been purposefully teasing him over the last week.

Xu Feng’s face illuminated, showcasing his charming dimples as his laughter echoed softly in the room. His radiant beauty shone through, accentuated by the subtle playfulness dancing in his eyes and the way his smile added a glow to his entire expression.

The raven haired snake gracefully sauntered back toward the small table, his eyes fixated on the beautiful ger reclined on the bed.

It was a glance that lingered, as if entranced by an enchanting sight that drew him in despite his intention to focus elsewhere. The jar in his hand seemed forgotten for a moment, held almost absentmindedly, as his attention remained captured by Xu Feng’s captivating presence.

There was an undeniable pull, an invisible thread between them that held his gaze captive, compelling him to steal glances even as he busied himself with the jar in hand.

The space gave Xu Feng space to take in the scenery as well.

Like the first time, and every time after, Xuan Yang’s not so small sword was eye catching as it strained and stood up fully at attention. It was colored perfectly, like a flower in spring, something Xu Feng could see outside his widow, about to bloom.

The blushing red color made the jade flower sword look like it was about to burst, or like it was blushing while looking at Xu Feng. It looked like it belonged in his mouth, but Xu Feng hadn’t ever attempted to stuff the behemoth in his mouth.

He wanted to, but he wasn’t confident in his skills. He was able to practice on Xuan Jian once more after the disaster in the carriage, but both men were weary.

Funny enough, Xuan Jian had a talent for oral, and had gone down on Xu Feng twice in the last three months. He was a fast learner, and used everything Xu Feng had inadvertently taught him expertly.

The one time he’d gone down on Xuan Yang, the iceberg really became a silent iceberg for a full two days, before his throat and voice recovered.

If the natural talent couldn’t take Xuan Yang’s behemoth, Xu Feng wasn’t bold enough to charge in without a plan.

Xu Feng looked down at his still dripping stamen, then back at the huge red tipped flower sword.

Xuan Yang’s eyes narrowed as he directed a sharp, piercing glare at Xu Feng. The intensity in his gaze held a mix of frustration and underlying concern, as if he was both irritated and worried about Xu Feng’s persistence.

His glare was accompanied by a subtle furrowing of his brow, an unmistakable indication of his displeasure, yet there was an undeniable intensity that showed he cared deeply despite the outward sternness.

After a moment of staring at the beautiful sight in front of him, a certain silver haired ger finally felt the burning gaze on his head. More like he couldn’t ignore the other man’s stare anymore.

Xu Feng’s gaze lifted to meet Xuan Yang’s unwavering glare. His expression softened, and a moment of realization dawned upon him. Xuan Yang was a little too smart for Xu Feng’s liking.

He sighed, a hint of regret tugging at the corners of his lips as he admitted his mistake. There was a subtle shift in his demeanor, an acknowledgment of his error as he met Xuan Yang’s stern look. "I apologize," he said, his voice tinged with sincerity and a bit of whining. "I won’t do it."

Xu Feng didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry, or do both. After Xuan Jian had unsuccessfully successfully swallowed the beautiful behemoth, Xuan Yang had clearly enjoyed himself but the after effects were bad.

Xuan Jian was the one with the sore throat, but Xuan Yang was the one who was feeling all the emotions. He wouldn’t let Xuan Jian or Xu Feng near his jade flower sword. Not even for kisses, a hand job was questionable.

It seems like they may have given the Xuan young master a complex.

Xuan Yang’s eyes lingered on Xu Feng, his expression still carrying a hint of skepticism. He observed the usually mischievous and playful ger, looking for any sign of trickery.

There was a moment of silent contemplation, a pause in the air that felt heavy with suspicion. Yet, as he observed Xu Feng’s sincere look and the sincerity in his voice, something in Xuan Yang softened.