After Marrying The Evil God

49

His scorching breath brushed against his ear, making it itch slightly.

Qi Baicha looked down at Fu Mingye's hand that was looped around his waist, hesitating: "Is this okay? I won't have the energy to play tomorrow..."

"If you're tired, take tomorrow off and rest in the hotel. It won't be too late to go play the day after." Fu Mingye said.

They weren't in a hurry anyway. Although the hotel room rate was very expensive, it was a drop in the bucket for them.

Qi Baicha quieted down, then suddenly turned around, hooking Fu Mingye's neck and kissing him.

After he repaired the crack in the Western Sea, he'd have to spend several months sealing his divine power again, so why not indulge once tonight.

Fu Mingye's gaze darkened. He responded to his kiss, pulled off the towel on his own body, and pressed him onto the bed.

———

The waves crashed against the beach, wave after wave, the high tides rushing in, as if they could break the glass and flood the room.

Qi Baicha rose and fell as he followed Fu Mingye's wave-like rhythm, feeling like he was lying on a small boat at sea, his body swaying like drifting duckweed, like a ship hull sent undulating by the surging waves, before finally overturning. Time and time again, he sank like a drowning man, then would suddenly surface again to take a deep breath. He hugged the person in front of him, as if he were holding onto the last piece of driftwood.

The ten fingers of two slender hands were interlocked; the rings on their ring fingers lightly hit together and made sounds that were pleasant to hear, mixed with the crashing of the waves, and interwove with the young man's soft panting to create a march. Qi Baicha's eyelashes were half-lidded, and the tails of his eyes looked like they were smudged with rouge. He looked at Fu Mingye, who was on top of him, through his hazy vision.
t/n: the author seems to have written them wearing their rings on opposite hands...?

In the middle, Fu Mingye bowed his head to kiss him, and he obediently held onto his neck, actively raising his head to cooperate.

He suddenly became lighter, and was carried out of bed by Fu Mingye.

Qi Baicha was momentarily shocked and hugged Fu Mingye tightly, whispering: "Why come down..."

Fu Mingye walked to the window while carrying him. With every step he took, he provoked Qi Baicha to frown and gasp lightly, and he could only lean entirely on Fu Mingye's body. Fu Mingye pulled the curtains open. Silvery white moonlight spilled in, draping over the young man's snow-colored, almost transparent skin.

Qi Baicha subconsciously didn't open his eyes.

Fu Mingye said, "Look."

After Qi Baicha adjusted to the brightness, he turned around and looked.

The bright moon had risen above the sea.
t/n: from tang dynasty poet and prime minister zhang jiuling's "mochizuki huaiyuan"

Beneath the suspended full moon, the calm ocean was shrouded in moonlight, revealing sparkling waves. The tides rose and fell tirelessly, the sea breeze silent, forming ripples.

It was a thrilling beauty.

Qi Baicha was stunned for a moment, then he immediately buried his face in the crook of Fu Mingye's neck: "... Close the curtains."

Although it was beautiful, who would be in the mood to appreciate it at this time... Despite the fact that the beach outside was devoid of people passing by and there were no ships out at sea, what was the difference between this transparent floor-to-ceiling window and the wild!