After Being Forced Into This Obsessive Love, the Master Is Starting to Get a Little Hooked - Chapter 6

Late at night, Shi Changting finally drifted back to consciousness.

His whole body felt as though it had been dismantled, the pain so intense that he could not help but let out low, involuntary groans.

Damn it!

Back then, in order to make his injuries look severe enough to win Bian Menghan’s sympathy and favor, he had intentionally sealed half of his spiritual power, leaving only enough to protect his heart and keep himself alive.

This act of self-torture had really cost him dearly! It hurt like hell!

In his groggy state, Shi Changting’s hand moved unconsciously to his side. He felt a warm, delicate touch, and the smooth sensation made him reflexively squeeze it.

He was struck with horror and jolted upright.

His ink-black hair cascaded messily over his shoulders, making him look like a beautiful, noble flower, untainted by the mundane world.

What is going on? What is the situation?

Shi Changting stared blankly at Bian Menghan, who was lying on the bed with him, his mind buzzing once again.

No way, no way! He had only been unconscious for a short while, and the plot had already progressed this far? They were already in bed together!

He suppressed the urge to shriek in extreme shock and looked down. His clothes were perfectly intact, without a single wrinkle, and he felt no physical discomfort.

He could not help but feel suspicious. Did I overthink it?

Just as he was caught in an agonizing tangle of confusion, the youth by his pillow seemed to sense the movement and woke up abruptly from his sleep.

Following Shi Changting’s gaze, Bian Menghan realized their current situation. A flush of pink immediately crept across his fair skin.

Dark, glossy eyes shadowed by heavy fatigue, Bian Menghan looked flustered and at a loss. “Master, Disciple… Disciple does not know when I fell asleep. Disciple… really did not mean to climb onto Master’s bed.”

Bian Menghan’s voice grew quieter and quieter. He kept his eyes lowered in a very obedient manner, his long hair cascading from his shoulders like a waterfall, covering Shi Changting’s own hair.

Their tangled locks were intertwined, making them look like two bodies entangled with each other.

Bian Menghan’s fearful appearance was incredibly sincere, so sincere that Shi Changting felt something was slightly off, but he had no time to ponder it. Instead, he felt that he was simply making a big deal out of nothing.

Perhaps the boy was just tired from taking care of him and had “incidentally” fallen asleep by his side.

Thinking this, Shi Changting felt a bit embarrassed. He comforted the youth softly: “Do not be afraid. Master is not blaming you. I only wanted to ask, how are your injuries? Are you still in pain?”

He certainly did not want any shadows left in the boy’s heart that might lead to his darkening later on.

Seeing that Shi Changting was not angry, a sharp gleam flashed in Bian Menghan’s eyes.

He slowly smiled: “Master, please rest assured. This disciple is fine.”

“Today’s events…” Shi Changting knew that before he had arrived, Bian Menghan must have suffered greatly. Since the boy did not bring it up, Shi Changting felt it was not right to keep digging. “I have wronged you.”

Bian Menghan’s face was filled with a youthful, naive aura. His large eyes blinked as he stared unblinkingly at Shi Changting’s expression, as if trying to decipher something, but in the end, he simply shook his head.

“I have not been wronged,” Bian Menghan said, his gaze resolute. “As long as Master believes in me and stands on my side, I have not been wronged.”

In that instant, a bizarre thought arose in Bian Menghan’s mind: If only Master could always stand by my side.

Once this thought emerged, it permeated his very being, surging and clamoring, excited to the point that he wished the whole world knew.

He took an imperceptible deep breath to suppress that strange emotion.

He looked at the other man with burning intensity, carrying a sense of coercion: “But Master, do you really believe in me?”

Do you have some other motive?

His identity was now completely exposed within the sect; everyone saw him as a thorn in their side, wishing to eliminate him as quickly as possible.

What about Master? Was he like those other people?

Believe?

Shi Changting was almost stunned by the question.

Believe in you? My foot!

You are a potential Great Villain who is nothing but trouble! If I believed in you, I would be a fool!

Although he thought this way, when Shi Changting saw Bian Menghan’s face, docile, obedient, naive, and pure, the words he intended to speak suddenly took a turn.

Then, as if possessed, he said the words:

“I am your Master. No matter what you have done, Master will always believe in you.”

He is so pure, having nothing to do with that crazy villain. Nothing at all.

“Master…” Bian Menghan knelt on the bed, his eyes instantly turning red. His expression was filled with guilt and submission, his voice as pitiful and aggrieved as a puppy abandoned by its owner. “Master, I am sorry… It is all this disciple’s fault… It is all this disciple’s fault… for implicating Master in such severe injuries…”

The tears came as if on command, like pearls from a broken string, sliding down his cheeks one by one and leaving long tracks across his fair, flushed jaw and neck, eventually stopping at his collarbone.

A refined face, reddened eyes, a slender neck, and a protruding Adam’s apple.

The sense of fragility was maximized.

At that moment, Shi Changting felt as if he had been bewitched.

He had intended only to speak a few kind words to coax the boy and boost his favorability points. But looking at that tear-stained, handsome face, and seeing those watery, innocent eyes filled with nothing but himself, his heart trembled. The words he spoke became infused with a measure of sincerity.

With such a handsome face and such a pure, cute boy, if he becomes a crazy, sinister Demon Lord later on, it must absolutely be the fault of others! He is only nineteen. To those of us old monsters with hundreds of years of life, he is no different from an ignorant child. What wrong could he possibly do?

It is all other people’s fault! It has nothing to do with him!

Shi Changting could not help but ruffle the boy’s fluffy hair, gently pulling him into his arms and stroking his back again and again.

“I do not blame you.”

“None of it is your fault.”

Bian Menghan leaned on Shi Changting’s shoulder, his eyes wide, his gaze shining brilliantly, yet he sobbed slightly: “The Sect Leader and the Elders will not let Master off so easily…”

“Do not worry,” Shi Changting smiled warmly. “It was Master’s fault in the past for neglecting you, which caused you to suffer such unprovoked disaster today.”

“But rest assured, from now on, Master will do his best to protect you and will never let you suffer the slightest bit of harm again.”

Shi Changting’s previous neglect was an objective fact that could not be denied. Since that was the case, he might as well admit it openly, saying he had been wrong and was now enlightened and wanted to change.

This made his actions seem more legitimate and convincing.

It was to avoid any misunderstanding that might leave a knot in Bian Menghan’s sensitive heart, which could potentially explode and catch him off guard in the future.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, he felt the heartbeat against his chest growing faster and faster.

“Master…”

Shi Changting suddenly had the illusion of raising a son.

He felt a bit proud.

Are you kidding? He was a god-tier author in the Danmei world. Saying a few sweet words to win someone over was a piece of cake.

Look! Have I not captured him already?

Unfortunately, the person who was currently proud and floating on air did not notice how intimate and improper their behavior was at this moment.