How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 65 - Confessing

A hundred thoughts rush through Zhou Xu's mind in the span of less than a second. During this second, he has shoved the person who had just kissed his back away from the embrace and spun around to face him. The whip sword moves like it has never done anything else in its life, like it is an extension of his arm, and subsequent his mind. He rests the tip of Bai Yi at the man's long and slender neck, the razor sharp blade already leaving a few drops of blood trickling down.

"Nu Zhuren, please. I make a living with this face." The voice is soft and seductive with a not so subtle hint of flirty. "There is no need to get violent, unless that is your preference...?"

The face that is only one meter away, is level with his or maybe slightly looking down at him. The face is soft yet masculine with phoenix eyes (1) framed by dark eyebrows and a small but straight nose. The skin is delicate, pale and smooth, in deep contrast to the red lips. The upper lip has an alluring curve, making them look plump and welcoming, especially with the corners curved in a teasing smile. The body is firm and chiseled in all the right places. There is no other way of describing the man in front of him in any other way than to say that he is extremely beautiful. Well, beautiful and naked. Just Lao Wen's type...

"Xiaotao, why are you here?" Zhou Xu's voice is cold and the tip of the sword is pressed even further into the skin.

With the smile growing even wider, showing off his perfect white teeth, he responds, his voice still heavy on the seduction scale, "Nu Zhuren had requested that I meet you here in the hot spring. Am I early?"

Even though Zhou Xu can see that the cut on the throat isn't deep, the blood is still leaking, staining the water around Xiaotao's shoulders. He must admit that the man could hold his composure in an uncomfortable situation. Then again, in that line of 'work' they probably had to adapt to a lot of different requests and circumstances.

"Who told you to meet me here?"

"The servant who brought the instructions and payment."

"Which servant?"

Tilting his head slightly away from the blade, the smile fades and there is a new clarity in the eyes as Xiaotao asks, "Nu Zhuren, is there a problem? Am I not what you wanted? Are you disappointed?"

"Just answer the question."

"One of the servants from Wu Ying. I don't know her name."

Zhou Xu scans the clear spring water and verifies that Xiaotao doesn't have any weapons. Removing the sword from his neck and turning to place it back into the scabbard, Zhou Xu says with a calm voice, "I didn't ask for you, and I have no use for you. You can go back down to Wuming."

Xiaotao takes a step forward and circles Zhou Xu's slender waist, aiming for his soft cock, breathing another hot breath at the back of his neck, responding, "I know, the instructions were clear in what to do. Don't worry, I can play any game that you want."

"Game? I am not playing games. Xiaotao, if you don't let go, I will cut off your hand and I suspect that you need it in order to make a living?"

"Whatever you say. I have already been paid for and even if I hadn't, I would gladly give myself to you. You have an exceptional body Nu Zhuren. I don't mind being a casual lover whenever you come here."

Before Zhou Xu can shove the man away for a second time, a wine bottle suddenly smashes against the edge of the pool, just to the right of the two men, leaving pieces of the bottle both flying over the edge and sinking to the bottom.

"Am I interrupting?" The voice originating from somewhere behind and above them, is so cold and calm it is frightening. Both men in the pool turn their gaze upwards and backward to see Wen Ke Xing using his ChingGong to move through the air in a trajectory from the outdoor pavilion and towards them.

His red robe and long raven black hair flowing around him making him look ethereal. His fan is open in Wen Ke Xing's right hand. Landing perfectly on the edge, the fan positioned perfectly for kung fu, he looks down at his husband who currently has another man gripping his cock.

My man always making an entrance... Even though he is fully aware of where Xiaotao's hand is located, he smiles towards his husband, his voice soft, "You came." He didn't kill Xiaotao. He didn't even use violence.

"Guzhu." Xiaotao's mind goes blank. He had been told that the Guzhu would not be joining them and the current situation was anything but ideal.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, his right hand vibrating−wanting to flick the fan in a lethal trajectory over that pale throat, he sighs, "I don't care who the hell you are but if you don't remove your hands within the next second, I will remove your head."

"Guzhu, I-"

Looking up at his man, so jealous, so angry yet the eyes are not that of the murderous Guzhu, they are of his man, the man that keeps wanting to hold his hand. In one smooth movement, Zhou Xu shifts his gravity to jump up onto the edge, leaving Xiaotao by himself in the hot spring gripping only water. Repeating, whilst still holding the smile, "You came." Ignoring the man in the pool, Zhou Xu raises himself up on his toes to kiss the man that is currently fuming.

Wen Ke Xing reacts instantly, opening his robe to pull Zhou Xu closer, covering his naked husband. The husband who doesn't seem to mind the fact that his addictive body is currently on display for the world to see at the top of the waterfall, and especially for Xiaotao who is just below them, looking up. Spinning them around so that he obstructs the line on sight, Wen Ke Xing tries to fend of his husbands advancements pulling and tugging at the belt for the robe. Though feeling his mans erection poking at him, he is starting to lose focus on why he wants to fend him off.

"Ah-Xu..."

"No." The answer is instant and absolute and swallowed by his lover in the mix of their tongues twisting around each other.

"Ah Xu..."

"Not this time." Pulling back, a mischievous smile on his face, he jumps up to circle Wen Ke Xing's waist and flings them backward and into the now empty pool.

Breaking the surface, Wen Ke Xing coughs up a bit of water he inadvertently inhaled when he fell into the water. Ready to scold his husband for behaving like a child in front of whomever that flower beauty was. The beauty, who by the looks of the empty hot spring, has chosen to value his head and wisely left them. Wen Ke Xing's gaze wanders over the surface until Zhou Xu pops up right in front of him, instantly losing his trail of thoughts.

Laughing as he breaks the surface, Zhou Xu pops up right in front of his man, instantly splashing water in his face. When he gets no reaction from the man, he asks, his voice still playful and curving in a laughter, "Lao Wen?"

Zhou Xu's hair is clinging to his face and shoulders, water dripping down his milky soft face, some catching in his dark eyelashes. He is looking at Wen Ke Xing and his smile is radiant. It is almost identical with the one in Wen Ke Xing's dream.

When he still doesn't get a reaction, the man standing with his gaze and thoughts somewhere far away, he grabs on to Wen Ke Xing's shoulders and shakes him gently, repeating, "Lao Wen! What is it? Does your wound hurt?"

"..."

"Lao Wen, answer me! Are you okay?"

"..."

"Lao Wen!"

"I love you."

♡＾▽＾♡

Author's Notes:

(1) Phoenix eyes - Named after the Chinese mythical creature, phoenix eyes refer to an eye shape with the inner corner pointed slightly downwards and most characteristically, a "tail" that sweeps up towards the temple. In Chinese literature, people with phoenix eyes are believed to be loyal, righteous, and wise.