Chapter 30: Finally Together…

Chapter 30: Finally, Dual Cultivation…

Why did this man's aura attract him so much?

With just the slightest touch, Shen Lian felt a numbing tingle spread through every limb and bone.

Each time they briefly parted, he could even see a silvery strand connecting his lips to the immortal's pale pink lips.

Even Yan Huaixuan's breath hitched slightly.

Shen Lian was utterly entranced by that face.

It felt like an unattainable beauty had finally been pulled down from its pedestal.

But Yan Huaixuan had never been the one to initiate a kiss.

Shen Lian couldn't help wanting more and seized the chance to press his advantage.

"Husband, if you won't kiss me first, I'm not leaving."

Shen Lian clung to him, acting like a shameless little scamp.

Yan Huaixuan finally said, "Come here."

Shen Lian's eyes lit up. Just as he leaned in, Yan Huaixuan wrapped an arm around his waist.

Yan Huaixuan tilted his head slightly, seemingly about to kiss Shen Lian's forehead, but Shen Lian suddenly lifted his head.

Their lips pressed together.

Yan Huaixuan found himself looking straight into Shen Lian's smiling eyes.

He dropped his gaze and pulled back from Shen Lian. "Alright, since you got what you wanted, can you go back and cultivate in peace now?"

As they parted, Shen Lian deliberately licked his lips. "Your Highness's taste... I love it."

Without waiting for Yan Huaixuan to respond, Shen Lian's ears reddened, and he picked up the empty food box and left.

"Your Highness, I'll come again tomorrow morning."

But Shen Lian didn't notice that the moment he left, Yan Huaixuan's coldness returned. With a wave of his hand, he used the Purification Art to cleanse the entire room.

Even the lingering scent was erased.

Shen Lian was elated on his way back, feeling that Yan Huaixuan's feelings for him were growing stronger.

The system gritted its teeth. "Shen Lian, you're going to regret this."

Shen Lian sneered. "Shut up. You'd better worry about protecting yourself."

The system's tone turned cold.

Shen Lian suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart, but perhaps because it had happened so often, he'd grown used to it.

Shen Lian's steps faltered for just a moment before he regained his composure.

After about a month, Shen Lian's progress could almost be called meteoric.

He had actually already reached the Transcendent realm.

Shen Lian looked at Yan Huaixuan.

Yan Huaixuan was even more impressive—he'd already reached the Golden Core stage, just one step from Nascent Soul!

Shen Lian couldn't help saying, "Your Highness cultivates so fast. Truly gifted by heaven."

Yan Huaixuan glanced at him. "Are you happy about it or not?"

Hearing this, Shen Lian was taken aback. He found it odd—why would Yan Huaixuan ask that?

"Of course I'm happy."

He was happiest that Yan Huaixuan could cultivate well and enter the cultivation world.

He had never thought of seizing opportunities for himself, let alone felt guilty after inadvertently forming a contract with Ling Yun.

Now that Yan Huaixuan's cultivation hadn't been delayed, Shen Lian was genuinely pleased.

Yan Huaixuan said nothing.

Shen Lian coughed lightly. "Your Highness... you're at Golden Core now."

His cheeks flushed as he stared straight at Yan Huaixuan.

That meant... they could finally dual cultivate.

Yan Huaixuan paused. "Let's talk about it later."

Shen Lian immediately looked pitiful. "But you said that five days ago, husband. Are you disgusted with me?"

Shen Lian appeared to be acting coy, but his fingertips curled slightly beneath his sleeve.

Yan Huaixuan's talent was simply too high. Even though he was confident he could enter the cultivation world alongside him, he still feared he wouldn't be able to keep up.

Yan Huaixuan was about to say something more, but Shen Lian gritted his teeth and lifted his head to kiss him.

The man's first reaction was to press his lips together. Shen Lian was used to it—he figured Yan Huaixuan was just shy.

After all, he was the bold one here.

Shen Lian thought Yan Huaixuan was still too innocent, but he couldn't help feeling a sweetness inside.

He tilted his head up, kissing Yan Huaixuan's lips again and again, his tongue tracing the corner of Yan Huaixuan's mouth.

Finally, he whispered, "Husband, open your mouth."

Yan Huaixuan didn't react, so Shen Lian persistently licked at the man's thin, cool lips.

His soft tongue was like a nimble water snake, licking with a hint of roughness.

Finally, Yan Huaixuan's lips parted slightly, and Shen Lian slipped in instantly.

Shen Lian quickly found Yan Huaixuan's tongue, and his own little tongue eagerly twined around it, exchanging breath with him.

At the same time, one hand slipped under the hem of Yan Huaixuan's robes.

Shen Lian was already aroused, the corners of his eyes flushed red, his body responding as he pressed softly against Yan Huaixuan.

"Yan Huaixuan..."

"A Xuan." Shen Lian finally uttered the name he'd kept buried in his heart.

But as his hand traveled down along Yan Huaixuan's firm abdomen, it suddenly froze.

Shen Lian looked up in disbelief, all his heat doused like a bucket of cold water.

"How could you..."

"Not reacting at all?"

Yet the moment he spoke, Yan Huaixuan seized his neck, and a storm of kisses crashed down on him.

Caught completely off guard, Shen Lian had never experienced this before. For a moment, he could hardly breathe. He tried to pull away a little, but was pinned down hard.

Shen Lian's eyes reddened at the corners, his tongue gone numb from all the kissing.

But he still remembered to slide his hand lower.

Then the tips of his ears went crimson.

Shen Lian's fingers jerked back like they'd been burned, trying to pull away quickly, but the man grabbed his hand.

Yan Huaixuan's usually cold voice now carried a faint, barely hidden edge of desire.

"Satisfied?"

The blush from Shen Lian's ears spread to his cheeks as he stammered, "Mm... yeah."

Yan Huaixuan bit his lip again.

Shen Lian was left dazed from the kissing.

Especially being kissed like this by the one he loved—how was he supposed to handle it? His mind was a mess, every pore of his body screaming out how much he loved this.

But if Shen Lian had opened his eyes and looked up, he would've seen the ice-cold look in Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

He watched Shen Lian's wanton expression with a cold, almost cruel detachment.

Watching Shen Lian's pretty face flush red, his soft lips swollen from kissing.

How many others had seen him like this?

How many had he fooled with that innocent face?

A violent surge rose up in him out of nowhere—totally abnormal, but Yan Huaixuan didn't give a damn right now.

His voice was cold. "Open your mouth."

The tone was almost a command, Shen Lian instinctively parted his lips and obediently stuck out his tongue.

"For A Xuan to kiss."

Yan Huaixuan let out a cold laugh, recalling Shen Lian's earlier words.

His face blank, he said, "Slut."

Shen Lian's body trembled, the corners of his eyes turning red. "A Xuan, don't call me that, please."

Yan Huaixuan didn't budge, grabbing Shen Lian by the hair.

And in that moment of anticipation—

Being taken by the man he loved, Shen Lian cried tears of joy.

Everyone said he didn't deserve to be loved.

But now, he had it.

Shen Lian clung tightly to Yan Huaixuan, eagerly offering up everything he had—passionate and desperate.

But the blissed-out Shen Lian had no idea.

Everything he'd imagined had been nothing but an illusion the whole time.

The room was cold. Yan Huaixuan stood by the bed, staring coldly at the young man clinging to the bedsheet.

Shen Lian's eyes were closed, the corners flushed red, a smile still on his lips.

Completely unaware he was trapped in a fantasy.