Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Mistakenly Obtaining your Desire (Part 5)

A cool breeze caressed the secluded country path. Gazing into the distance, the figures of the two walking 

side-by-side gradually disappeared into the bamboo grove at the end of the path.

Si Cang Qing strolled leisurely, his head slightly raised. Behind him, a few unidentified sparrows fluttered among 

the branches and leaves. Listening to the laughter of the person beside him, his heart remained tranquil and content.

“A bountiful harvest today,” Mo Qingjue said, shaking the bamboo basket in his hand, still able to feel the fish 

jumping inside. “How about steamed crucian carp for dinner, A-Qing? What do you think?”

Si Cang Qing nodded nonchalantly, offering no objection. He merely glanced at the other man. Had this man's 

cooking skills finally improved? Ever since he first tasted that utterly awful dish, although the other man often 

hid in the kitchen busily, he had wisely never displayed his culinary skills again.

“It should be fine…” Mo Qingjue murmured, pondering to himself, “I tried it yesterday, and it was pretty good.”

The setting sun gradually sank in the west, the burning red glow exceptionally beautiful. Si Cang Qing sat on a 

recliner outside the door, a book resting on his lap. However, unlike usual, he wasn't engrossed in reading; instead, 

he gazed thoughtfully towards the kitchen, occasionally catching glimpses of the man's busy back.

A wisp of smoke rose gently from the chimney, playfully mingling with the occasional evening breeze.

Peaceful, tranquil. This kind of life gave him an unusual sense of unreality.

“Bang!”

A sudden loud crash came from the kitchen. Si Cang Qing was startled and immediately got up and rushed over. 

Just as he reached the doorway, a pungent smell of smoke mixed with a strong burnt odor assaulted his nostrils.

Sensing someone enter, the previously flustered man turned around, his expression one of extreme embarrassment 

upon seeing the newcomer.

Si Cang Qing walked to the stove, glanced at the iron pot, and then silently looked at Mo Qingjue. A few flames 

shot from the cracked bottom of the pot, burning the two fish to a crisp.

"Uh, I accidentally used too much force..." Mo Qingjue explained awkwardly, his voice trailing off.

Rubbing his forehead, Si Cang Qing felt an inexplicable wave of deep helplessness wash over him. He spoke 

calmly, “If you don't know what you're doing, don't do it. Let's have something else for dinner.” Given the other 

person's current state, it seemed only a matter of time before a fire broke out. With only two small bamboo huts 

here, there would truly be nowhere left to go if that happened!

Seeing the fire in the pot gradually subside, Mo Qingjue wasn't in a hurry anymore. He grabbed Si Cang Qing's 

arm and whispered, "Qing, don't worry, there are still a few fish in the bucket... If this pot is broken, we can use 

the big one..."

Frowning, Si Cang Qing scanned the empty space around him... The kitchen was empty. He remembered that the 

dishes these past few days had all been bought by the other person from the market every morning, and now it was 

already late. Feeling helpless, he said, "I'll cook, you go and start the fire..."

Mo Qingjue was taken aback. "You can cook?" According to the information gathered by the Shadow Guard, this 

person had been sent here pampered, with someone serving him everything.

Si Cang Qing didn't respond, but simply lifted the lid of the other pot, his brows furrowing slightly, but his 

movements were natural and fluid.

A light steam gradually rose in the small kitchen, filling the air with a rich aroma.

The man seemed completely out of place here. His face was cold, his eyes downcast, as he slowly chopped ginger, 

then lifted the lid of the pot and sprinkled the spices evenly. The way he did this was somewhat comical, but even 

more so, it evoked a strange sense of emotion… Lost in thought, Mo Qingjue looked at Si Cang Qing standing by 

the stove, listening to the boiling water, and his gaze softened.

Glancing at the person standing there dumbfounded, Si Cang Qing said calmly, “Go add another fire.”

“Ah, oh…” Mo Qingjue responded unconsciously, hurriedly going behind the stove and haphazardly stuffing in a 

few pieces of firewood. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the man's cold voice again: “One fire is enough!” 

Hearing this, he quickly pulled out the burning firewood and casually stuffed it into the other end of the stove.

Shortly afterward, the steamed fish was ready.

He looked at the fragrant and delicious fish on the plate with a strange expression. Mo Qingjue eagerly took a bite, 

then looked at Si Cang Qing with delight, saying, "Ah Qing, you're amazing! Why don't I know… don’t remember 

you ever cooking?"

Si Cang Qing frowned even more, feeling the greasy residue on his hands, and replied coldly, "Not having cooked 

doesn't mean I can't," before turning to leave.

“Ah Qing,” Mo Qingjue quickly stepped in front of him, hugging him tightly and resting his forehead against 

the other's shoulder, “You'll cook from now on, okay?”

Si Cang Qing coldly replied, “No!”

The expected answer made Mo Qingjue smile slightly. He continued, rubbing his throat, and gently persuaded, 

“But, I really like Ah Qing's cooking. You see. I always make a mess of the kitchen… We can't go to the market 

every day, it's troublesome and the food isn't fresh…” He nuzzled against the other's neck, pleading softly, “Okay, 

Ah Qing, please say yes!”

This soft voice seemed to possess a strange magic, always softening his heart little by little. Si Cang Qing sighed 

weakly, raising his arms to gently encircle the other's shoulders, silently indulging him.

Suddenly overjoyed, Mo Qingjue tilted his head back, gently kissed Si Cang Qing's cheek, and ignoring the other's 

stunned expression, happily pushed him away, picked up the steamed fish, and walked out of the kitchen.

Watching the man's light, swift back, Si Cang Qing slowly lowered his eyes. A trace of that softness seemed to 

linger on his cheek, and he felt a nameless emotion quietly settle in his heart.

The vegetation in the forest gradually flourished; it was March in the human world. Spring in Nanjun was always 

accompanied by bright sunshine and vibrant life.

Every day was peaceful and serene. In these tranquil days, Si Cang Qing gradually grew accustomed to 

Mo Qingjue's approach, to the intimate contact between their bodies.

Usually, Si Cang Qing was either practicing martial arts and reading in the bamboo forest, or being dragged 

around by Mo Qingjue to play, going hiking in the mountains, or boating on the river. As for meals, sometimes he 

cooked, but Mo Qingjue knew he didn't like doing such things, so most of the time, he would go to the market to 

buy groceries as usual.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of a flute, Si Cang Qing sat cross-legged on the grass, turning the pages 

of a book.

After a long while, Mo Qingjue put down his flute, leaned back comfortably, and rested casually against the other 

person's back. He closed his eyes contentedly, feeling the soft breeze caressing his hair, a ticklish sensation that 

made him involuntarily smile.

How wonderful… Now, he finally possessed this person's tenderness. These days were so captivating, so 

irresistible, that he even wished he could possess the other person forever.

Greed breeds insatiable desire. Mo Qingjue chuckled self-deprecatingly, but at that moment, his body trembled 

violently as a sudden, intense chill swept through him. He involuntarily bent his knees, hunching over to suppress 

the discomfort.

Startled, Si Cang Qing suddenly turned around, looking at the man writhing in pain. "What's wrong..." Before he 

could reach out to check, Mo Qingjue threw himself into his arms, burying his head deeply in his chest. A muffled 

voice came from him, "Hold me tight..."

Somewhat worried, Si Cang Qing complied, holding him tightly and bending down to examine him closely. 

However, the man's face was pressed firmly against his chest, refusing to look up. He could only channel his inner 

energy into the man, but... he paused, his voice cold. "What happened?" he asked.

The man's breathing was abnormally erratic, his blood and energy stagnant; he couldn't regulate it at all.

Feeling Mo Qingjue shake his head, Si Cang Qing tightened his grip on his waist. Si Cang Qing pursed his lips, 

helpless, and finally gave up asking questions, trapping Mo Qingjue in his arms, channeling his inner energy to

warm the man's unusually cold body.

After a long while, Mo Qingjue's stiff body gradually relaxed. He leaned weakly against Si Cang Qing's chest, 

eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"Feeling better?"

The cool voice beside him carried an undeniable concern, causing Mo Qingjue to tilt his head back. He struggled 

to open his eyes and smiled at the blurred face: "It's nothing... just an old injury..."

Si Cang Qing pursed his lips, clearly unconvinced by his explanation. After a moment's thought, he suddenly stood 

up with Mo Qingjue, then picked him up and strode towards the bamboo hut.

"Hey—" Mo Qingjue froze, taking a long time to react. He pushed the other's chest, slightly annoyed, and said, 

"You...you put me down..."

Si Cang Qing frowned, coldly saying, "You need to rest!"

"Then you don't have to hold me like this." Mo Qingjue muttered, a faint blush rising on his pale face, and pushed 

the other again, "Put me down!"

He added softly, "It's uncomfortable for you to hold me like this, how about...you carry me on your back!"

He remembered how this person had carried him all the way to save him on Yaoshan Ridge. The inexplicable 

flutter in his heart at that time was something he could never forget.

Looking calmly at the person in his arms, Si Cang Qing forgot about the bamboo house that wasn't far away, and 

finally relented, putting the person down and squatting down to let the other climb on top of him.

Holding Si Cang Qing's neck, Mo Qingjue gently sniffed his ear, letting out a very low sigh: "Ah Qing... you 

always spoil people like this, it's getting addictive."

A hint of melancholy, a touch of sadness.

Si Cang Qing didn't answer, nor did he understand the other's thoughts. He simply carried him very slowly, as 

requested.

"Ah Qing..."

"Mmm."

"Ah Qing..."

"Mmm?"

Ignoring Si Cang Qing's confusion, Mo Qingjue called his name again and again in his ear until they returned to 

their room. He sat on the bed, tilting his head slightly, and said softly, "Ah Qing, let's get married!"

"Get married?" Si Cang Qing looked at him, puzzled.

"Yes, let's get married..." Mo Qingjue smiled softly, his eyes lingering on the other's face, hazy: "Let's get married 

tomorrow, how about it?"

Even if he couldn't be with this person forever, he wanted to be like those other people, truly becoming this 

person's partner.

Si Cang Qing silently gazed at the man, his increasingly pale face instantly revealing a desperate longing. He 

gently pressed the man down, pulled the blanket up, and suddenly replied, "Okay!"

They were lovers, and they had gotten along very well these past few days, so… there was nothing to hesitate 

about, was there?
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