Flying Dust - Chapter 36.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 36 Part 2

Wen Qing Yuan gave up his room and moved into the study room. But the disciples in the manor knew that Wen Qing Yuan loved that study room more than his own bedroom.

He Yunfeng put Mo Fei Chen to bed before then pulled the quilt up and wiped his sweaty face with a towel. Mo Fei Chen fundamentally liked to sleep and if no one woke him up he could sleep until the sun was three poles high,1[日上三竿: It’s late in the morning (usu. referring to getting up late)], let alone this time when his energy was so depleted therefore usually he would not wake up until he had slept for a day and a night.

But He Yunfeng got it wrong, Mo Fei Chen had eaten his last meal three days ago, so he slept until afternoon that day. The moment he smelt the smell of dinner, his stomach rumbled and he woke up.

“Yunfeng, I want to eat.”

He Yunfeng laughed, “Why don’t you ask if your sword seed has recovered?”

“I’m too hungry to have energy to think about it, but by looking at your attitude, am I already fully cured?”

He Yunfeng nodded his head.

“That’s good!” Mo Fei Chen hugged him, “Then the more we should celebrate it with a meal!”

“But you can only have porridge,” He Yunfeng patted him on the back. He didn’t need to look at him to know that Mo Fei Chen’s face must be down again, “You haven’t eaten for three days so it’s not good for you to eat rich foods that have plenty of fish and meat.”

“Okay then.” Mo Fei Chen swung his legs over the edge of the bed, “There are many people coming to the manor here right? I think I’ve seen Lu Da Ge (Big Brother Lu).”

“Hn.” He Yunfeng nodded his head.

“Then can I go and see him? He saved my life and I haven’t said thank you yet.” Mo Fei Chen observed He Yunfeng’s reaction with his eyes wide open.

“Of course (Sure thing)!” He Yunfeng stretched out his hand and touched his head.

In the evening, after finishing his porridge, Mo Fei Chen was not very hungry after he slept all day so he sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with He Yunfeng.

“Is our hut  completely destroyed?”

“Hn, we can just build it again if you like it.”

The two of them sat beside the table and continued to play gobang, Mo Fei Chen kept losing just like before.

“I don’t wanna play anymore. You always win against me. You see, when I was being bullied in Jiang Hu, you were sitting in front of the table practicing, so of course I lost to you, it’s not fair.”

He Yunfeng folded up that piece of paper unhurriedly and put it aside, “Then let’s play something else.”

“What is this?” Mo Fei Chen’s eyes lit up with the light of the oil lamp, causing He Yunfeng’s voice to suddenly go dry and hoarse.

“What do you think it is?” He Yunfeng pressed Mo Fei Chen’s hand that was originally on the table, held it, and slowly pulled it towards him.

Looking at his gaze, Mo Fei Chen understood what kind of game he was talking about. In this game there was no winning or losing, it didn’t matter how the conclusion was.

He Yunfeng kept the tip of his fingers in his mouth, sucked it gently. With a kick, the table between them slammed against the door. Mo Fei Chen lost his support and almost fell to the floor but he was pulled into He Yunfeng’s embrace.

“You’ve grown taller again.” He Yunfeng took off his trousers and kissed him on the shoulder, a short sentence that seemed to have an infinite amount of ambiguity in it.

Mo Fei Chen’s heart was as if suspended in mid-air. He Yunfeng kissed his neck while his hands slid up from his waist and Mo Fei Chen didn’t know what was happening, but his upper clothes were gone.

He Yunfeng’s smile had a mature character in it…, the gaze towards him and his eyes was full of lust and yet he looked affectionate.

Mo Fei Chen’s buttocks were supported by him and the two of them came to the edge of the bed.

“This… is Manor Leader Shi Fu’s bed…” Mo Fei Chen swallowed his saliva, fearing that if Wen Qing Yuan knew what they had done here, he wouldn’t be able to sleep in this bed for the rest of his life.

“It’s okay, we don’t completely lie down.”

He Yunfeng just put Mo Fei Chen’s back on the bed….

“Fei Chen, if you don’t open up a bit, I can’t even see it.”

Mo Fei Chen had the impulse to shrink into the bed, however… “You…do what you want to do, hurry up then, being so slow, what is the point?” Mo Fei Chen turned his head away, not daring to look at He Yunfeng’s face,…,which simply made him want to hit his head to death (this to show how much he was so embarrassed).