Chapter 145

Chapter 145:  Mistakenly Obtaining Your Desire (Part 3)

The moon casts a slanting shadow, the bamboo rustles softly.

Inside, the dim candlelight flickers, enveloping the man reading. He occasionally turns the pages, sometimes gently

rubbing his temples with a finger, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he's feeling unwell.

A cold breeze blows through the window, causing the candlelight to flicker. At this moment, Mo Qingjue pushes 

open the door and enters. Seeing the scene inside, his eyes reveal understanding. He quickly walks over and closes 

the window. "Ah Qing, early spring is easily chilly; don't keep catching a chill."

He immediately notices Si Cang Qing rubbing his temples. He sighs, takes a few quick steps, and arrives behind 

the man, placing his hands on the man's temples with practiced ease.

"See, your head hurts again?"

Si Cang Qing doesn't respond, but simply puts down the book, leans back comfortably, and closes his eyes, 

enjoying the other's care.

A slight, unintentional smile played on Mo Qingjue's lips. He lowered his gaze, saying nothing more, and quietly 

continued massaging the other man. This was a familiar routine for them both. Si Cang Qing suffered from severe 

headaches almost daily, and this was how Mo Qingjue would soothe his pain.

The light flickered, concealing all thoughts. Mo Qingjue gazed silently at Si Cang Qing, his expression gradually 

becoming distant. He knew that his methods of controlling the other man's mind with the Nightmare Language 

were utterly shameful, and he knew that if exposed, his fate would be dire. But what did it matter? He was a man 

with no future anyway; the worst that could happen was dying at this man's hands…

And so, his heart softened instantly. He lowered his gaze to look at the man. He had initially worried that 

Si Cang Qing would become suspicious and eventually leave, but unexpectedly, the other man was too 

cold-hearted, seemingly indifferent to everything in the world. Even with many questions in his heart, he didn't 

force answers if he couldn't get them.

Si Cang Qing was quiet. Every day, he spent his time reading and practicing martial arts, occasionally standing 

silently in the bamboo grove, lost in thought. Though aloof and distant, he possessed no hostility.

His hands stopped moving, and Mo Qingjue said softly, "I'll go fetch some water. It's getting late; it's time to rest."

Si Cang Qing nodded faintly, remaining seated. He watched the man leave and return before slowly standing up to 

wash.

"Ah Qing..."

A soft call. Si Cang Qing was about to turn around when he was embraced from behind. He froze, and after a long 

while, he withdrew his hand, which was about to strike, looking down at the hand clasped in his abdomen, his gaze 

uncertain.

Since the day he had Mo Qingjue massage his temples, the man had intentionally or unintentionally made physical 

contact with him. At first, he was completely wary and repulsed, but now he could tolerate it. But this embrace still

made him extremely displeased.

"Aqing..."

Another call stopped Si Cang Qing from breaking free.

Mo Qingjue gently pressed his cheek against the warm back of the other man, whispering,“Can I sleep with you 

tonight? You've been awake for over a month and haven't let me near you... We're lovers, aren't we?”

His clear, soft voice, gentle yet alluring, lingered in the heart, inexplicably stirring it. Si Cang Qing remained 

silent, but also didn't push him away.

Having spent these past few days together, Si Cang Qing understood that this man truly meant no harm; on the 

contrary, he had done many things diligently for him. He instinctively disliked being close to Mo Qingjue, but 

every time he heard the other's softened tone and gentle words, he would unconsciously... compromise and yield.

Having long been accustomed to Si Cang Qing's taciturn nature, Mo Qingjue understood that the other had tacitly 

agreed to his request, so he took the opportunity to let go, gently releasing his hand and cheerfully saying, "Then 

let's go to sleep!"

The night deepened, enveloped in the fragrance of bamboo.

Mo Qingjue's fingers, which had been kneading Si Cang Qing's temples, slowly moved away, lingering on his 

cheek. He pressed his body close to Si Cang Qing's, his lips near his ear, whispering something.

Si Cang Qing had been fast asleep, his body, which had been instinctively wary, gradually relaxed.

After a long while, Mo Qingjue finally pulled away slightly, stroking Si Cang Qing's otherwise ordinary face, a 

faint satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that Si Cang Qing was gradually yielding, while he himself was pushing 

his luck, relentlessly pressing forward.

—Ah Qing, just keep yielding, until… there's nowhere left to retreat.

Don't blame him for being ruthless; time was too short. He had to win this man's heart as quickly as possible—

in a decisive way, so that this man would never forget him, so that he would have a place in this man's heart that no 

one could shake.

With a soft sigh, Mo Qingjue slightly raised her lips and placed a light kiss on the other's forehead: How I wish 

that one day I wouldn't need to use my magic, and you could still share my bed so unguarded.

Without further thought, Mo Qingjue abruptly withdrew his hand and obediently lay down beside Si Cang Qing.

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In the bamboo grove, swaying branches and leaves dappled the sunlight.

A sweet fragrance wafted through the air, causing Si Cang Qing to stop in his tracks. Beneath his feet lay a soft 

carpet; looking down, he saw tender yellow grass sprouting from the earth.

He stood there quietly, lost in thought. Living day after day in this secluded village, he was gradually becoming 

accustomed to it, even finding some comfort and enjoyment in it. It seemed the long-accumulated weariness was 

finally finding complete rest.

He had largely forgotten the past; the few fragments that occasionally came to mind were strangely unreal. 

Si Cang Qing knew in his heart that his and Mo Qingjue's identities were not as simple as the other claimed, but 

he was too lazy to ask. The past was the past. Perhaps it was precisely because of the many troubles of the past 

that he cherished the tranquility and peace here.

Si Cang Qing was unaware that all these feelings were actually controlled and guided by a tenacious force, except 

occasionally, when his heart would feel a momentary emptiness, as if something had been lost. Further searching 

yielded no trace.

Breathing in the fresh air, Si Cang Qing slowly began to circulate his internal energy. Gathering qi in his hands, 

he danced with the wind, his feet seemingly generating the wind, rapidly traversing the vast bamboo forest. His 

inner energy caused the bamboo leaves to sway and fall in large swaths.

In the distance, Mo Qingjue, a long emerald flute at his waist and a bamboo basket in his hand, saw the figure 

moving gracefully through the lush greenery, his eyes lighting up with eager anticipation.

Without further thought, the basket fell to the ground, and the figure was already far away.

Sensing the sudden approach of a powerful aura, Si Cang Qing swiftly turned, striking back with his backhand, 

his body retreating rapidly. Mo Qingjue dodged the incoming palm strike in time, his face even more excited, and 

attacked again.

Si Cang Qing swiftly pushed off different bamboo stalks, his body moving backward at lightning speed, while his 

attacker pressed closer, unleashing another palm strike. He turned, his wrist flicking, and a powerful, flowing 

sword aura shot straight at the attacker.

Mo Qingjue smiled easily, his body shifting to the left, ready to continue his attack. But suddenly, he froze, then 

stumbled and fell to the ground, barely managing to stay upright against a bamboo stalk, his deathly pale face 

terrifying.

Slightly startled, Si Cang Qing flew to where Mo Qingjue had just landed. He paused briefly, about to reach out, 

but Mo Qingjue abruptly pushed him away. His hand froze in mid-air as he looked at the increasingly contorted 

face, a sense of unease rising within him.

Seeing the man swaying precariously, Si Cang Qing finally gently embraced him, feeling Mo Qingjue's body 

tense suddenly, stiffening against his chest. One hand rested on the other's back, channeling his inner energy into 

him, while the other subtly checked his wrist for a pulse.

...A very strange pulse.

It took Mo Qingjue a long while to react. Gradually, he relaxed, shifting slightly as his limp body leaned 

completely against the other's chest. His eyes were closed, and he felt the icy chill throughout his body gradually 

warming under Si Cang Qing's energy.

His lips twitched weakly, and Mo Qingjue inwardly mocked himself: He hadn't expected all of this to come so 

soon. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to use martial arts so freely anymore?

After a long silence, Si Cang Qing finally spoke, asking, "What happened?" Sensing Mo Qingjue's increasingly 

steady breathing, he slowly withdrew his hand and placed it on the other's shoulder.

“Just an old ailment,” Mo Qingjue replied casually, then changed the subject with a hint of joy, “Ah Qing, are 

you worried about me?”

Si Cang Qing didn’t answer, only coldly saying, “If you’re not feeling well, go back and rest!”

“It’s nothing!” Mo Qingjue perked up, stepping back slightly and looking up at him with a smile, “I wasn’t paying 

attention while practicing my internal energy earlier and accidentally pulled a muscle. It’s fine now… Oh, by the 

way, I came to see you about something else.”

Si Cang Qing returned the glance indifferently, waiting for him to continue. He said, “Today is the perfect time 

for spring, and it must be quite boring for you to stay at home all day. There’s a river not far from here; how about 

we go boating and fishing?”

Si Cang Qing thought about it and agreed, nodding.

“Then let’s go quickly!”

With that, Mo Qingjue took Si Cang Qing’s hand and hurried towards the edge of the bamboo grove.

His gaze fell on their intertwined hands, and Si Cang Qing frowned slightly, vague fragments of memories 

resurfacing in his mind. He couldn't dwell on it, lest his headache flare up again.

Pushing his inexplicable emotions to the back of his mind, Si Cang Qing followed Mo Qingjue to an earthen 

embankment. Before them stretched a vast river, with wooden boats moored here and there below.

Mo Qingjue boarded one of the boats first, and the swaying vessel rocked violently. He walked to the stern and 

saw Si Cang Qing still standing on the bank, so he called out, "Aqing! Get on!"

Frowning, Si Cang Qing stared at the small wooden boat, feeling it couldn't possibly bear the weight of two 

grown men.

A hearty laugh carried far by the river breeze. Mo Qingjue swayed slightly, saying, "This boat can hold four or 

five people; don't worry about it capsizing!"

Hearing this, Si Cang Qing didn't hesitate and stepped onto the embankment. To his surprise, the moment he 

stood still, he felt the entire boat shake violently, tilting him left and right.

Si Cang Qing looked up and saw the young man opposite him, still having a good time, kicking his legs even 

more violently, causing the boat to rock and sway even more violently, water splashing and spraying into the cabin.

Si Cang Qing stood awkwardly at the bow, trying to steady himself, his clothes slightly soaked.

Seeing this, Mo Qingjue burst into laughter without any restraint.
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