[WenZhou] [Word of honor] Back to Mirrored Lake

On the way to the Four Season Manor

"Who could have imagined that this world would be so small.... " Lao Wen was shocked in his thoughts.

He held one of Zhou Zishu's shoulders as a precaution, that way his new husband would not commit any unnecessary movements against Quoan Lin. His body was slightly trembling. Wen Kexing stared over the shoulder of a furious Lord Zhou at the huge warrior standing in front of them.

This was indeed Quoan Lin. Someone who had been part of his life for no more than four seasons. Like several other lovers he conquered and abandoned along the way without any pity or regret.

As soon as he tired of Quoan Lin's arms, he left him without any explanation. One morning when he awoke, his bed was empty, with no further sign of Wen Kexing. Recalling the scene before his eyes, he could not help but feel somewhat ashamed.

"Master Quoan, it was really a surprise to meet you. What are you doing so far away from the northern lands this time?", said Wen Kexing with a slight embarrassment in his voice. Even though he was the king of shamelessness, for some reason he did not understand, he could feel even his face flushing hot.

"I thought the prominent masters were here for the same reason as me, but I realize they don't know about the hero conference convened by the remnant of the Five Lakes Sect, Master Shen? It seems that some sects after the death of master's Gao and Jin are trying to dominate the jianshu by causing some unnecessary fights with smaller sects.", replied Quoan with his gaze fixed on Lao Wen's eyes.

Zhou Zishu watched the dialog paralyzed. Those voices entered his ears, arousing a mixture of random feelings. Even if the content of the conversation was trivial, his mind was traveling, imagining Lao Wen giving himself to the one in front of him. Living moments of passion and madness, just as the two of them had experienced these months. His stomach ached, making him sick. He was disconnected from his body.

His eyes followed every gesture of the young master. He wandered in his thoughts. Nebulous images of intimacy between Lao Wen and Quoan Lin appeared and disappeared from his tormented mind. Imaginary whispers and moans blended with his senses, enraging him each passing minute of that long conversation.

Chengling was paralyzed beside them, motionless. Just listening with interest to the conversation. Controlling his breathing with all his strength because he feared that one out-of- context sigh might again rise the fury of his Shifu. The disciple did not even dare to make a more abrupt movement. He was just waiting for the unfolding of this strange situation...

Lord Zhou tortured himself with every assumption in his head:

"Did Lao Wen ever love him? Did his hands glide over the other's body in the same way and with the same intensity? Was he able to feel the same pleasure, say the same words and whisper in another ear, another name?"

His chest was heaving with disgust, doubt, and fear. Zhou Zishu's hands sweated coldly.

"A-Xu? A-Xu?", called Lao Wen interrupting this imaginary torture "Let us sit down and have dinner. It was a long trip from the Mirrored Lake to here."