Chapter 391: The Thirty-fourth Day in the Struggle for Supremacy World

Chapter 391: Day 34 of Transmigrating into a Power-Struggle Novel

The candlelight cast a soft glow over An Yi's silhouette, his long lashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyes. His nose was straight, his lips a natural soft pink, slightly pursed.

Bai Ji stared at him, unblinking, for a long while.

Then he stepped forward, reached out, and let his fingertips rest gently on the side of An Yi's head, beginning to massage with a firm but gentle touch, quickly settling into the right amount of pressure.

An Yi kept his eyes closed, letting out a contented sigh from his throat as his body relaxed further back, nestling against Bai Ji's support.

Bai Ji smiled, the touch of his fingertips growing more tender and focused, tracing slow circles around An Yi's forehead and temples, feeling the cool, smooth skin beneath his palms, catching the clean, pure scent that clung to An Yi.

The study was silent, broken only by the occasional crackle of the candle flame and their barely audible breathing.

After a long while, An Yi suddenly raised a hand and gently placed it over Bai Ji's massaging hand.

Bai Ji froze mid-motion.

An Yi kept his eyes closed, his voice slightly husky from just having dozed off, lazy and seductive: "Ruzhi... not bad."

Bai Ji chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of An Yi's palm through the back of his hand. He murmured, "As long as Chuwei is pleased."

Only then did An Yi slowly open his eyes. Those clear, bright eyes seemed shrouded in a hazy mist in the candlelight. He tilted his head slightly to look at Bai Ji, who was so close, and curved his lips into a slight smile.

"I like it." An Yi's voice was soft, yet it tickled Bai Ji's eardrums and heart like a feather: "But... a massage alone doesn't seem to be enough."

Bai Ji's breath hitched.

He saw the unguarded smile in An Yi's eyes, and blood rushed straight to his head!

Was that a hint? Was it what he thought it was?

Almost on instinct, he turned his hand over and grasped An Yi's hand that was resting on his, his fingers squeezing slightly.

"Then... what does Chuwei think would be enough?" Bai Ji's voice dropped low, his hot breath ghosting against An Yi's ear.

Those deep brown eyes, usually calm and reserved, now blazed with fire, locked onto An Yi as if to devour him.

An Yi allowed him to hold his hand, not pulling away. Instead, with his other hand, he gently traced the corner of Bai Ji's eye, the movement slow and intimate.

"That depends on... Ruzhi's sincerity." An Yi's smile widened, a sly glint in his eyes.

Bai Ji lowered his head and leaned in: "Chuwei... it's already late. I'm afraid... I won't be able to make it back tonight."

He wouldn't be going back.

Without further hesitation, he leaned in closer, one hand bracing against the armrest of An Yi's chair, caging him between himself and the large chair. They were so close now, their breaths mingling.

"Then..." An Yi let out a soft laugh: "Ruzhi... won't go back."

Bai Ji's gaze swept over An Yi's brows, eyes, and nose, finally settling on those lips that always carried a gentle smile but now seemed to be inviting him. His Adam's apple bobbed.

An Yi looked up at him, still wearing that calm, almost indulgent expression: "Ruzhi..."

The unfinished words were swallowed by the sudden closeness of Bai Ji's presence.

The candle flame flickered, casting two shadows on the wall, intimately intertwined and indistinguishable from each other.

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The night grew deeper.

In An Yi's bedchamber, the lights were still on, but only a dim candle in the corner remained, casting a soft, hazy halo of light.

Heavy drapes hung down, sealing off a private space.

Faint, muffled sounds—the rustle of fabric, and the occasional barely audible moan or sigh, equal parts pleasure and endurance—were mostly swallowed by the thick brocade quilts and curtains, leaving only lingering hints.

The young maid on night duty waited at a distance in the outer chamber, wondering why the young master had sent them so far away tonight.

She also thought she'd heard the sound of a chair toppling over. At first, she thought something had happened to the young master and was about to go check, but the head maid, who was also waiting outside, gently pulled her back, shaking her head and signaling with her eyes.

The young maid was confused, but seeing the head maid's grave expression tinged with an unreadable complexity, she didn't dare ask more and just stood there with her head lowered.

After a long time, when the moon was already high in the sky, the young master's slightly hoarse voice finally came: "Come in."

The head maid quickly signaled the young maid to follow, then lifted the curtain and walked in with her head bowed.

The inner chamber was dim. The window was open, and the night breeze blew in, clearing the air.

An Yi sat on the edge of the bed in a moon-white silk nightgown, its sash loosely tied.

His ink-black hair spilled over his shoulders, a few strands damp with sweat, sticking to his pale neck and cheeks.

His face was flushed from exertion, his eyes were more moist and luminous than usual, and his lips were especially red, exuding a satisfied, languid, and decadent air.

Bai Ji, meanwhile, was half-kneeling on the footrest by the bed, carefully tying a loosened sash at the waist of An Yi's nightgown.

He was also only in his underclothes; his outer robe was long gone.

His pale face was flushed an unnatural red, his bangs slightly damp, but his eyes were startlingly bright—content yet still hungry.

His movements were gentle, but his fingertips deliberately grazed the skin at An Yi's waist, earning a downward glance from him.

Hearing footsteps, Bai Ji looked up, saw the maids entering with heads bowed, smiled briefly, then turned back.

The head maid's heart lurched. She quickly lowered her head even more, while the young maid was so startled her hand shook, nearly knocking over the brass basin.

Although they dared not look, they already understood what had happened.

Mr. Bai... he... he climbed into the young gentleman's bed!

An Yi let Bai Ji tie his sash before he spoke: "Draw a bath for me, and have Ruzhi's clothes ready."

"Yes." The maid quickly acknowledged, signaling the young servant girl to follow her, then swiftly withdrew, as if fleeing from a beast on their heels.

Only when they had retreated to the outer chamber, far from the bedroom door, did the maid lean against the wall and let out a long breath, tiny beads of cold sweat already forming at her temples.

The young maid's face was pale, and her hands were still trembling slightly.

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing in the other's eyes stunned disbelief and deep, creeping dread.

What in the world had they just seen?!

They had actually learned of this! What were they supposed to do now?!

For a long while, neither spoke, their thoughts racing, yet neither dared to breathe a word.

They knew well what to look at and what not to look at, what to say and what to keep buried deep inside.

What they'd seen today was destined to be a secret they'd take to their graves.