Quickly Wear - FOD Extra 2

Chapter 4

Zhou Yunsheng looked at Yu Canghai's beautiful face reflected in the water and raised an eyebrow in interest. He then unfastened his clothes and slipped in, naked.

Zi Xuan stood nearby, waiting for the man's white flower body to be hidden in the water before he could quickly walk past, not speaking. He put the folded robes on the dry rocks and ran away, his cheeks and ears flushed red.

From beginning to end, Zhou Yunsheng stared at him with burning eyes. He waited until he was far enough away before he immersed his head in the water and laughed silently.

Zi Xuan did not go far. He sat on a high branch, worried that the man could not swim in deep water. He read a few Qingxin Mantras and raised his eyes to look. The more he failed to comprehend his reading, the more his regret showed on his face.

However, the moment he heard Zhou Yunsheng's voice, he threw aside his worries, and flew toward him with light steps. Zi Xuan looked down at Zhou Yunsheng and asked: "Does benefactor need the help of this poor monk?"

"I bathed, now take me to the fire. My hair is wet, cold and uncomfortable." Zhou Yunsheng stretched his arms and posed for an embrace.

Zi Xuan, with a crimson face and drooping eyebrows, dared not look too much. He stooped to pick up Zhou Yunsheng and quickly marched to the edge of the fire.

"Help me wipe my hair." Zhou Yunsheng laid in the soft vine grass, where the fragrance of the stream and the green leaf smell made him feel alive again. He handed the monk's robes to his lover as a towel.

Zi Xuan took the robes and wiped Zhou Yunsheng's hair slowly. His eyelids remained half-closed. He dared not lift his eyes.

Zi Xuan was a man of great depth and vision, and with a glance he could see the long, flexible white body of a man. The picture was engraved in his mind and could not be removed. He couldn't help but recall it over and over again. He felt that a terrible idea was on the tip of his heart, and if he touched it, he would completely lose his mind.

The closer he got to the man, the stronger the feeling of nearly losing control was. Zi Xuan unconsciously accelerated the action of wiping his hair. After rubbing for a few moments, he snapped out of his daze and realized that he could use his internal force. He covered his hands with true Qi and combed the man's blue hair.

Thin mist evaporated from the hair, and as it dried, it became smoother and smoother. It fell from the gaps of his fingers and spread over Zhou Yunsheng's shoulders like a waterfall. A few strands fell onto the man's bare front and rest on his jade-white chest. Black hair grew darker and white skin grew whiter while two red reeds hid between them, forming a strong color contrast.

Zi Xuan's eyes and heart were pierced by a quick glance, and an evil fire broke out in his chest, burning his fragile reason.

Frightened, he threw aside the man's hair and staggered back. He closed his palms and chanted Buddhist Sutras.

With his lover's fingertips caressing back and forth between the scalp and hair Zhou Yunsheng was very comfortable.He was planning to fall into Zi Xuan's arms, and had just leaned back, then lost his balance and hit the ground heavily.

Fortunately, he had recovered from his injuries. He only felt pain, which was not a big problem. He lifted himself back up, kneaded his back, and turned around. He asked, "Everything was going so well. Why did you suddenly run away?"

"Amitabha, good, good." Zi Xuan was speechless. He could only use the phrase of the omnipotent Buddha, as he looked upon the man lying lazily in the green vine grass after losing his balance. Because his obscene clothes and trousers had been dirty, and cut apart by his attacker, he'd thrown them away. He was wearing a set of snow-white monk's robes, and they weren't tied properly. They hung sloppily, revealing his bare chest and round shoulders, and a pair of overlapping slender, straight, legs, lurking inside his robes.

He was clearly a man, but he was breathtakingly beautiful and soul-stirring.

Zi Xuan's pupils contracted for a moment, then he bowed his head and hurried back, as if he'd seen a ghost.

Zhou Yunsheng was puzzled by his reaction. After some thought, he came to a realization and covered his lips with his fist, and laughed loudly.

A cold wind whirled through the treetops, throwing colorful yellow leaves on the two, who were standing and lying down. The cold air helped Zi Xuan recover his composure. He glanced at the Zhou Yunsheng and said in a dumb voice, "It's late autumn, the weather is cold. You have no inner strength, so you should tie your robes so you don't get sick."

"I'm weak. How can I dress myself? Won't you help me?" His lover was so pure, Zhou Yunsheng couldn't resist making fun of him. His hands and feet stretched out out languidly, making the monk's clothes, loose and untied, slide down again, revealing a flat, tight abdomen and two beautiful lines forming a v. Some black hair spread from the lower abdomen to a more private place. It wasn't hard to imagine how beautiful the grass would look when the cloth was removed.

Although he didn't want to think too much about it, some pictures jumped into his head and occupied Zi Xuan's whole mind. He recited the Qingxin Mantra hundreds of times, but it had no effect. Instead, he recited the Dabei Mantra. Many sweat beads glided down his forehead, and he looked extremely awkward.

Zhou Yunsheng did not urge him. With bright peach blossom eyes and thin red lips, he continued to look at him like an old God watching from the ground.

His frenzied heartbeat could not be steadied. Zi Xuan had to run internal forces to suppress it. He waited until his rough breathing returned to normal before he walked over and fastened the man's clothes one by one.

"How did you tie this knot? What happens if I can't undo it when I take a bath?" Zhou Yunsheng's voice was light, but his heart was full of laughter.

"My apologies, this poor monk will help benefactor again." Zi Xuan breathed slowly and tried to untie Zhou Yunsheng's clothes, but his fingers refused. A moment later, he heard a crisp sound of tearing. He had torn off the front of the monk's clothes, revealing the man's white chest. This time, however, nothing could not hide it.

Zi Xuan's forehead was covered with sweat beads. He suddenly retreated like the wind. He recited Buddha in his heart and apologized through his mouth. His expression was very upset.

Zhou Yunsheng supported his forehead, forcibly suppressed the laughter that surged up his throat, and held in the tears threatening to come out. He waved. "Come on, you can help me change my clothes again."

Zi Xuan's embarrassment was severe enough for him to take out two sets of monk's robes s from the package and put them on Zhou Yunsheng with his eyes closed. Then he wrapped him in a cocoon and whispered, "It's cold at night. Benefactor must be first covered with two layers of clothes to keep out the cold, and then the poor monk will help you put them on properly tomorrow morning."

Zhou Yunsheng laughed silently with his hands behind his head. He laughed and hooked his forefinger.

"Yes, it's too late. Come and help me warm up."

Zi Xuan complained in his heart but dared not shirk responsibility. The man bled too much and was still injured. His body temperature was lower than it should be, so if he did not pay attention to his warmth, he feared that he would catch a cold.

Taking this poor road was for the sake of healing the man, and there was nothing else in mind. This was about saving people to the end, sending Buddha to the west, and doing everything in one's power.

So Zi Xuan reassured himself and waited for the sweat on his forehead dry in the cold wind, before moving to Zhou Yunsheng, running his internal force to make his body hot, and carefully embraced the man in his arms.

This embrace was always so warm, safe, and comfortable. He could rely on it, anytime and anywhere.

Zhou Yunsheng rarely showed a trace of fragility. His cheeks gently rubbed against Zi Xuan's chest, and soon fell asleep.

Zi Xuan could not sleep. Every muscle was as hard as a stone. Especially when Zhou Yunsheng arched in his arms, Zi Xuan dared not breathe too heavily for fear of disturbing him. Zi Xuan held Zhou Yunsheng like he was a priceless treasure. He dared not let go, dared not exert himself, only stared at him, and his mind turned upside down.