Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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This wasn’t the first time Xiao Yao had been kissed on the earlobe by Old Dog Bai.
Perhaps it was Bai Ju’s instinct, but he always liked to whisper in Xiao Yao’s ear, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to lean in and kiss the tip of Xiao Yao’s ear while they were talking…
But this time, Xiao Yao couldn’t help but think that just now, in front of Aunt Deng and the others, Old Dog Bai was obsessed with kissing his earlobes…
Suddenly, Xiao Yao felt as if he had been publicly executed.
Thinking back, the agreement he had made long ago not to call him “Yao Yao” in public seemed to have failed.
Old Dog Bai would eventually forget not to call him that once he got used to it, and Xiao Yao himself gradually… Having accepted this special and affectionate nickname, aside from a slight embarrassment at times, enduring the disapproving stares of a group of people and responding to it didn’t seem too awkward.
In just a few seconds, a jumble of thoughts raced through Xiao Yao’s mind, only to be quickly swept away by Bai Ju’s kiss.
This old dog really had a dog’s nature; while others focused on sucking and nibbling when kissed, this guy didn’t do that— he loved to nibble.
His sharp canine teeth gently nibbled at the soft skin, grinding it in various ways, leaving deep and shallow red marks on Xiao Yao’s pale skin in no time, but without breaking the skin. Too many bites… It also made him feel a little itchy and numb, even wanting to be bitten a little more.
Warm breath escaped from between his upper and lower teeth, and the skin felt the different temperatures of his lips, teeth, and breath. The subtle temperature difference seeped into his flesh and bones, sending an unbearable tingling sensation from his scalp to his limbs.
Bai Ju licked and bit Xiao Yao’s earlobe, his eyes lowered so he could see the fine downy hairs on Xiao Yao’s cheek. There was also a small, inconspicuous light brown mole on the side of his cheek, close to his jawbone, as if deliberately hidden, which looked rather cute.
He couldn’t resist moving over to kiss that little mole, and then he bit the edge of Xiao Yao’s jawbone. Then, following the line of his neck downwards, Xiao Yao tilted his head slightly in response.
The line from his neck to his taut shoulder, the supple muscles of just the right thickness, perfect for biting.
He couldn’t help but raise his hand, his fingers weaving through Bai Ju’s hair. He had to admit, being nibbled at like this by Bai Ju always brought him a strange sense of peace and security, even though his vitals were right in Bai Ju’s mouth— as the Demon King, Bai Ju could send him to his death with a single bite if he wanted to.
Bai Ju lingered, nibbling for a while, finally kissing Xiao Yao’s collarbone, then wiping his neck with his hand, unable to suppress a laugh: “It’s all drool.”
Xiao Yao tilted his head, exposing his neck, and gave a soft hum: “You know that, huh?”
Bai Ju leaned in and pecked his lips, pleading softly: “I’ll go get a towel, okay?”
“Go ahead, go ahead,” Xiao Yao waved his hand, “Remember to walk over and get it, don’t use magic to be lazy.”
“Okay.” Bai Ju’s eyes were full of laughter as he cooperated with his boyfriend in carrying out this little punishment.
Xiao Yao listened to the soft closing of the study door, his hand loosely clenched into a fist and pressed against his lips, suppressing the upward curve of his mouth.
A neck covered in drool was nothing; he hadn’t said a word when Old Dog Bai licked and bit him… It was just intimacy between lovers; everyone wanted to leave a mark on the other person. Perhaps it was Old Dog Bai’s nature, but he didn’t believe there wasn’t a hint of intention involved.
A wet towel could wipe away the drool, but it couldn’t wipe away the red marks on his neck.
If coming out could make Old Dog Bai this happy, he wouldn’t mind doing it a few more times. Xiao Yao stroked his chin thoughtfully, completely unaware that his closet door had been completely dismantled.
Meanwhile, Bai Ju went to the bathroom, turned on the warm water, and wet a towel, still feeling the lingering sensation of her boyfriend’s skin on her teeth.
Soft and supple … Warm, with a youthful and vibrant elasticity in its texture.
Licking his teeth, Bai Ju looked up at himself in the mirror, baring his teeth to examine them.
What he’d said before wasn’t a lie; the claws and teeth retained by demons after they transformed were their weapons, easily injuring others with the slightest carelessness, even from unintentional touches.
But his teeth had never once injured Xiao Yao, not even a scratch, let alone a large wound.
If he hadn’t tested his teeth a couple of days ago while hunting behind the fake Dragon Gate, Old Dog Bai would have thought his teeth had gone dull.
Then he truly would be an old dog. Bai Ju’s thoughts wandered, a sudden sense of crisis rising within him.
He wasn’t actually… particularly old, was he?
Around four thousand years old, maybe five thousand, he couldn’t quite remember his exact age, anyway… “He shouldn’t be nine thousand yet… still in the prime of his dog-demon life, right?”
Old Dog Bai suddenly fell silent, the towel in his hand falling into the pool.
His conscience ached. Most dog-demon should die at two thousand years old. Although his parents lived to be over two thousand three hundred before entering old age, passing away at two thousand five or six hundred, even without all that later, they would have lived to a maximum of two thousand eight or nine hundred.
Three thousand was an extreme number, and nine thousand was another. Those demons without the bloodlines of divine beasts or auspicious beasts couldn’t even cross the three thousand mark, while those noble divine beasts, auspicious beasts, and demons had to consider the nine thousand mark.
As a result, by some twist of fate, because he had embarked on the path of becoming a mountain god before he even grew up, he had crossed the three thousand mark with divine light…
If nothing unexpected happens, the next hurdle would be nine thousand years old; whether he could overcome that remained to be seen. “Speak.”
If you calculate it that way, he should still be considered young, right? If nine thousand is converted to eighty years, he’s lived five-ninths of that life… no, no, forty-four years old is almost old enough to be Yao Yao’s father.
According to the sixty-year lifespan, thirty-three years old is barely acceptable. In another seven or eight years, Yao Yao will be his peer. Bai Ju nodded to himself.
Then his gaze drifted and he noticed the sink below was full, excess water flowing steadily out of the drain holes, thankfully not overflowing.
Bai Ju quickly turned off the tap, pressed the drain plug at the bottom of the sink, wrung out the towel, and walked towards Xiao Yao’s study.
Perhaps the questions he’d been pondering today were too soul-searching; so Old Dog Bai absentmindedly finished wiping Xiao Yao’s neck, standing beside him watching Xiao Yao slowly button his shirt collar, and his gaze kept wandering, not offering his usual help.
“Brother Bai, what’s wrong?” Xiao Yao noticed that Old Dog Bai’s gaze was unfocused and somewhat vacant, so he couldn’t help but wave his fingers in front of the old dog and raise his voice slightly, “What are you thinking about?”
Old Dog Bai snapped out of his reverie, touched his nose, and mumbled, “…Nothing.”
Xiao Yao: “…”
Xiao Yao said earnestly, “Brother Bai, look me in the eye when you speak.”
Old Dog Bai slowly met his gaze and blinked.
Xiao Yao leaned back in his chair, raised his head slightly, and looked frankly into Old Dog Bai’s eyes: “What were you thinking about just now? You seemed so engrossed.”
Bai Ju’s lips twitched slightly, wanting to find an excuse to brush it off, but then he remembered his clumsy acting skills.
So, resignedly, he spoke the truth: “I was wondering if you’d find me too old. After all, I’ve lived for thousands of years… Although I still have a youthful appearance and my physical condition is indeed in my prime, I just can’t help but think about it.”
“I’ve lived so long to meet you, while your life has only just begun and you’re already tied to me. Don’t you think that’s unfair?” Bai Ju slowly organized his thoughts, afraid of not expressing himself clearly enough. “The world is wonderful, and I’m afraid that over time, I won’t be able to attract you anymore.”
This anxious and uncertain look from Bai Ju was unprecedented for Xiao Yao. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what Bai Ju was trying to say.
Apparently, he was suddenly experiencing something akin to a midlife crisis, worrying about his own charm.
Something flashed through Xiao Yao’s mind, and seizing that spark of inspiration, he blurted out, “So that’s why this morning you were tossing and turning in bed, and when I asked you what you were doing, you asked me if Samoyed or you were cuter?”
Bai Ju: “…”
The old white dog, vying for attention with Samoyed and even his own mini version: “………………”
The old white dog looked at Xiao Yao’s eyes resentfully, took a breath, and said, “Yao Yao, I have another question for you, one I didn’t finish last time.”
“Am I cuter or is that miniature doll cuter?”
Xiao Yao chuckled, leaned over and hugged the old white dog’s waist, and his answer remained unchanged: “It’s cuter, but I like you more.”
The old white dog vaguely felt that this answer sounded familiar and a bit perfunctory, but he couldn’t help but feel a little smug, his lips curling up, his voice becoming two degrees sweeter: “Really…”
“Really… and don’t you think it’s more wonderful to see the world together?” Xiao Yao hugged the old white dog again, comforting him while planning to adjust his way of getting along with this old dog.
Xiao Yao felt responsible for Old Dog Bai’s sense of crisis.
First, Old Dog Bai was unaware of his past and assumed his twenty-odd years of experience were insignificant. Second, while he was already quite dependent on Old Dog Bai, he rarely asked him for favors, which might have made Old Dog Bai feel unwanted, helpless, and forced to rely on his looks to maintain his attractiveness… Little did Old Dog Bai know that his mere presence before Xiao Yao exuded irresistible charm.
Xiao Yao thought he needed to find someone to talk to Old Dog Bai about the past as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Old Dog Bai, being held in his arms, was thinking less honestly about quickly getting his Yao Yao into the public eye, then into bed, and establishing their secret relationship so Yao Yao would be his.
Holding the warm Old Dog Bai, Xiao Yao inexplicably felt a chill in his anus.
The author has something to say:
Old Dog Bai: I heard the author originally wanted to talk about the crisis of old age, but I think it should be about middle age…
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