Like being thrown into a furnace, waves of heat surged and densely wrapped Zong Zi Heng in it. He felt hotter and hotter, and more and more stuffy. It's like being steamed alive.
He woke up from a drowsy
sleep of extreme exhaustion.
When he opened his eyes,
he was still dazed and confused. Not knowing where he was, not knowing what
time of day it was, and not knowing why he was so sore and tired that he could
not even lift his neck.
Soon he sensed the force that bound him. He looked down and saw a thick tangle of black threads, like the long-lasting raven black clouds at the time of the autumn rain in Daming.
The memories then fall
into place. He was being embraced by the arms and legs of Zong Zi Xiao. Zong Zi
Xiao’s body temperature had been on the high side, it was no wonder he was so
hot he could hardly breathe. Thinking back on the night's absurdity, the
unpleasant images made his face burn with shame and anger.
This shameless beast!
Zong Zi Heng endured the soreness and pain and tried to break free from the tight embrace, but as soon as he moved, those iron arms closed in tighter. Both of them were naked, flesh against flesh, and that solid chest was like a hot iron, burning his body.
Zong Zi Heng put his hand
against Zong Zi Xiao's chest and fought to pull away a little, but Zong Zi Xiao's
legs were still clamped against his, and their hair was tangled in the bed. He
was wrapped in the scent of lust, as if every inch of his skin was tainted with
Zong Zi Xiao's scent from head to toe.
He was like prey marked
for ownership.
Just then, he heard a faint whisper.
"Mother."
Zong Zi Heng froze.
"Mother, don't go ..."
Zong Zi Xiao's pair of sword brows that flew diagonally into his temples were
tightly wrinkled. A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead as he choked
on his nightmare, "Don't die, don't go ah...Mother ..."
Zong Zi Heng let out a
long sigh. The pain on Zong Zi Xiao's face made his heart clogged up. Would the Supreme Demon who was so powerful and invincible in front of people also call
out for his mother like a child in the night?
He actually wanted to ask:
how did you spend the last ten years? But the two of them could no longer say
even a few words in peace.
"Big brother ..."
Zong Zi Heng’s whole body
shook.
"Big brother, no ...
help me ..." Zong Zi Xiao once again gathered his limbs and imprisoned his
big brother in his arms. His demonically handsome face twisted in pain from the
nightmare and the crystalline tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes.
Zong Zi Heng felt
sad and his eyes instantly blurred.
Zong Zi Xiao called out in a hoarse voice, "Big brother, I'm afraid ..."
The great sorrow pierced Zong Zi Heng's heart like a sharp sword, causing his gut to break. He reached out his trembling hand, hesitating several times, and gently stroked Zong Zi Xiao’s tightly knitted brow.
He had always shown all
his care and love to his youngest brother, and it was not an exaggeration to
say that he had doted on him. Had those events not happened, they would have
been the closest brothers in the world, partners fighting side by side for
life. Xiao Jiu was without a doubt the most important person in his life. He can
be cold towards the Supreme Demon Zong Zi Xiao, but he could never let go of
his Xiao Jiu in his heart.
"Big brother, big
brother." Zong Zi Xiao called out "Big Brother" as if it was a
witch's spell to summon the light. As long as he kept chanting it, he would be
able to drive away all the darkness.
Zong Zi Heng's lips lightly
moved as he instinctively tried to respond, but he could not open his mouth.
Zong Zi Xiao buried his
head into Zong Zi Heng's chest, as if he was itching to fuse with him. He wrapped
his arms tightly around him and called out with a sobbing voice, "Big
brother, help me ..."
Zong Zi Heng's heart ached
and tears fell. He tried several times to smooth out the tightly furrowed brow,
but found that he could not erase the wound that was etched in the marrow of
his bones. At this moment, all the torment and fear that Zong Zi Xiao had given
him was left behind, and he instinctively grabbed this little trace that
belonged to Xiao Jiu and said with a trembling voice, "Xiao Jiu, don't be
afraid, big brother is here."
Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid,
big brother is here.
If he had been able to say
these words ten years ago, if he had been able to protect his younger brother
ten years ago, his Xiao Jiu would not have fallen into the demonic path, and
they would not have come to this impasse they are in today.
If he could get Xiao Jiu
back, he would die willingly.
He pushed Zong Zi Xiao
away countless times, but this time he took the initiative to hug his Xiao Jiu.
He stroked the thick black hair, patted the broad and robust back, and used a
voice that was almost inaudible he softly comforted, "Xiao Jiu, big
brother is here."
Big brother did not
protect you well. Big brother could not be by your side when you needed me
most, but big brother never forgets you. Big brother will still guard you with my
life.
Zong Zi Xiao gradually stopped sobbing in his big brother's arms. His brow slowly relaxed, and the muscles in his body were no longer tensed as if he was facing the enemy. It was as if he had found the warmest, most comfortable place in the world, where he could relax and wander in peace. He dreamed an incomparable dream of beauty, a dream that took him back to the time of his youth. Where he had his loving father and mother, and his big brother, whose smile was as gentle as a spring in May. Where apricot blossoms, rain drizzles, and a cool breeze gently blowing, beautiful and intoxicating.
It had been a long, long
time since he had slept so peacefully.
---
Zong Zi Heng was awakened
by the pain in his sore arms.
As soon as he opened his
eyes, he met a pair of inquiring eyes. That gaze was so deep and sunken like a
dark pool of water.
Zong Zi Heng was startled
and tried to get up, but his arm had been pillowed for half the night and had
long since gone numb. He rubbed his arms and sat up with his arms around him.
The quilt covered his
chest, revealing only his snow-white shoulders and neck. His shoulders were as
straight as knives, his neck was slender and long, and the bruises and marks
all over it were the result of Zong Zi Xiao's sucking and biting last night,
which made Zong Zi Xiao feel excited again.
Zong Zi Heng remembered that chaotic night. The first half of the night and the second half of the night were as if they were two separate memories and two different groups of people, and he only took it that he had also had a dream in which he and Xiao Jiu were briefly reunited, and that was all. For he was now awake and aware that the person facing him was the Supreme Demon.
"You ..." When
he woke up this morning, he found himself being hugged by Zong Zi Heng, and he
hadn't recovered from the shock until now. He had a long, long dream where he
dreamed that all the frame-ups, betrayals, and feuds, hadn't happened, that he
was still a carefree, ninth prince who was cupped in the palm of everyone's
hand*. He could nestle in his big brother's arms and act coquettishly to
his heart's content. His big brother was holding him and whispering softly. He
would like to stay in that moment for the rest of his life. When he woke up and
found himself really in the arms of his big brother, in a daze, he thought all
the pain was just a nightmare, and the nightmare dispersed and he was close to
the one he loved most.
What exactly was the dream?
What is real? If the truth was excruciating, and only the dream is perfect, why
did he have to wake up?
Zong Zi Heng lowered his
head, got up, and was about to get out of bed.
Zong Zi Xiao grabbed him:
"Last night, I…" he opened his mouth, but did not know what to ask.
Zong Zi Heng was also
silent in response.
"I dreamed a lot last night, about the old days." Zong Zi Xiao pulled his big brother into his arms. His arms went across his waist and hugged him tightly from behind: "I dreamed about you too."
Zong Zi Heng's breath
hitched.
"Have you ever
thought about how we would have been if those things hadn't happened?"
"..."
"But I still want you. I won't allow you to take a wife. I want you to only be feminine under me. I want you to be mine alone forever." Zong Zi Xiao's lips pecked his big brother's cheek, "I had thought about it back then. You are my big brother. I have always been the one listening to you. If I want you to obey my order, I'd have to become the Human Emperor."
Zong Zi Heng's body
stiffened.
"Perhaps between you
and me, we are destined to fight." Zong Zi Xiao kissed his earlobe, his
cheek, the nape of his neck and his collarbone, "It's just a pity that
neither you, nor I, have won."
Zong Zi Heng murmured,
"We both lost."
"I won't lose
again." Zong Zi Xiao hugged his big brother tightly and whispered against
his ear, "When I reach the ninth Chongtian, no one in this world will be
able to do anything to me. And you, as long as you stay by my side without any
distractions, I will ..." he hesitated for a moment and said with some
difficulty, "I will make things easier for you."
Zong Zi Heng whispered,
"You must not make things difficult for Zhong Ming."
"That depends on how you behave." Zong Zi Xiao closed his eyes and pressed the weight of his body against his big brother, sniffing fondly at the warm, light scent of orchids on his big brother's body.
Zong Zi Heng felt the
strength of his shoulders and remembered the man who had cowered in his arms
and cried last night, and his heart was filled with sorrow.
cupped in the palm of everyone's hand*[捧在手心]---I can’t find the definition for this. But what it meant is treating someone like a precious thing, ie. Treat the person well, something like this.
Edited on 25 Apr. 21 (Emzie)
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