After Faking My Death, My Disciple, Who Hated Me to the Bone, Has Gone Mad - Chapter 11

I wonder if your tongue is still as flexible and agile as it used to be.

Sheng Muxue, lying on the bed, suddenly braced himself up.

The hair that Yun Zheng had messed up hung languidly over his shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with Yun Zheng’s own impeccably neat hair.

He sat up and stared directly at Yun Zheng for a long while, only to discover that the color of Yun Zheng’s eyes had changed as well.

In the light, they now appeared to be a pale, translucent color, much like glazed glass.

Although, in theory, they had not seen each other for five hundred years, in reality, Sheng Muxue had seen him just a few days ago.

This was because, throughout those five hundred years, he had possessed no memories.

However, after only a few days, seeing someone he had spent two hundred years with side-by-side change so drastically, Sheng Muxue still found it difficult to accept.

Appearance was one thing, but personality was another.

The Yun Zheng of the past had been very introverted, particularly shy, and was a truly loyal little puppy.

Yet, Sheng Muxue quickly realized that since the plot had been restored, this current Yun Zheng was no longer the one he had raised and nurtured.

He was the Yun Zheng who had suffered under the torture and abuse of the Demon Lord.

He was the other Yun Zheng from a parallel world.

His painful childhood experiences had caused him to take root and sprout in the darkness, which resulted in his current personality.

The best evidence of this was his extreme words and behavior toward him on the Sky Execution Platform.

Therefore, he had changed long ago; it had absolutely nothing to do with the five-hundred-year gap.

But why on earth did he insist on marrying his current self?

If he recognized that he was Sheng Muxue, he should have hacked him into a thousand pieces long ago.

If he did not recognize him and it was simply a case of lust overriding his senses, there was no need to go through the trouble of a grand wedding; would it not be more satisfying to simply force himself upon him?

While Sheng Muxue was brainstorming, Yun Zheng ordered someone to bring in a fresh plate of red bean cakes.

With the plate in his hand, Yun Zheng pinched a piece of the red, flaky, soft cake and held it out to him. “Eat.”

Sheng Muxue did not take it, instead contemptuously slapping it away with his palm.

Even though his neck was aching faintly, he would rather be strangled to death by Yun Zheng than eat it.

However, Yun Zheng did not strangle him again.

Instead, his thumb ground against Sheng Muxue’s tightly pursed lips, forcing the red bean cake against them.

“Open up.”

The signet ring on his finger knocked against the curve of Sheng Muxue’s jaw, locking their breaths within the narrow shadow.

Sheng Muxue turned his head again to avoid it, but the back of his neck was pressed down by a scorching palm. The angle he was forced into made his Adam’s apple taut like a fragile string above his collarbone.

Yun Zheng simply began to stuff it in forcefully.

The cloying sweetness of the red bean paste reached the back of his throat, and the crumbs fell into his collar like broken glass scattered by someone.

Sheng Muxue was not about to swallow it just like that, so he proceeded to spit out all the sweetness without hesitation.

He even spat it all over Yun Zheng’s hands.

Yun Zheng looked at the stains covering his hands and suddenly laughed. That smile was colder and harder than the carving between his brows. “You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.”

Immediately, he pinched a new piece of cake, this time placing it into his own mouth.

Then, he leaned over and, holding the pastry between his lips, blocked Sheng Muxue’s mouth.

The knuckles of Sheng Muxue’s hand, which was gripping the sheets, tightened abruptly, his body stiffening like a corpse.

His first reaction to being kissed was not to struggle, but to bite back immediately.

In an instant, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Yun Zheng’s mouth.

The taste of blood mixed with the sweetness was indescribable.

Though bitten, Yun Zheng had no intention of letting Sheng Muxue go. He pressed the entire piece of cake against Sheng Muxue’s tightly clenched teeth.

The red bean paste seeped into the wound, and the sweetness mixed with blood dripped down his chin, blooming like dark red flowers on his ash-white robes.

“Is this not your favorite snack? Is it that the one I feed you does not taste good?” Yun Zheng’s voice remained low.

This sentence struck Sheng Muxue’s ears like a clap of thunder. All the blood in his body turned icy cold, but his pupils contracted instantly. So, Yun Zheng really had recognized him.

However, Sheng Muxue could not simply admit it.

The gap between his lips barely allowed him to speak. “Divine Lord sir, perhaps you have misrecognized. Mmph!”

Yun Zheng did not give him any chance to finish.

He used his thumb to fiercely pry open his lower lip and, taking advantage of his sharp intake of breath, used his tongue to push the cake, stained with blood, into his mouth.

Sheng Muxue had no way to spit it out this time.

Choking sobs mixed with muffled whimpers escaped his throat. Yun Zheng could feel the other’s tongue subconsciously trying to retreat, but he used his own tongue to pin it against the roof of his mouth, forcibly grinding the sweet, mushy filling.

“Swallow it.”

Yun Zheng’s knee forced apart Sheng Muxue’s curled-up legs, pressing against the inside of his trembling thigh through the fabric.

His signet ring slid from his chin to his collarbone, carving a red mark into the skin. “Let me see if your tongue is still as flexible and agile as it used to be.”

Sheng Muxue was forced to tilt his head back and swallow, cursing inwardly: May your entire family be flexible and agile!

He and Yun Zheng had never kissed before!

This was his first kiss!

But Yun Zheng did not think so; after all, he was suffering from amnesia.

The metallic taste of blood exploded between his teeth, earning him an even deeper suppression from Yun Zheng.

The man’s palm clamped around the back of his neck, and the breathing from his nose grew increasingly heavy.

After forcing the other to swallow the red bean cake completely, Yun Zheng was still not satisfied.

Instead, he began a more violent, deep kiss.

He looked exactly like a wild beast that had been starving for five hundred years.

Although Sheng Muxue desperately wanted to struggle, his hands were being pinned down by one of Yun Zheng’s hands, not to mention that knee was still pressed against his.

After kissing for who knows how long, Sheng Muxue’s heart had long since leaped into his throat.

His first kiss had just been stolen.

Even if it was Yun Zheng, this Yun Zheng was not his Yun Zheng.

And it was just too insane; insane beyond measure.

Only when he had kissed enough did Yun Zheng pull away from Sheng Muxue’s body.

His impeccably neat hair was finally no longer tidy; two strands had come loose, sticking to the side of his face mixed with sweat.

The wound at the corner of his mouth had long since healed.

Left with only a trace of blood, he calmly wiped it away with his thumb.

Sheng Muxue lay paralyzed on the messy sheets, crumbs of pastry and red bean paste staining his neck, his disheveled pink clothes looking like a crumpled paper kite.

Yun Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at him, suddenly using his blood-stained fingertips to fiddle with the neck where he had just left finger marks. “I forgot. You have a hard backbone and are not afraid of pain.”

“Since that is the case, your punishment shall be this: for every time you throw something away, I will feed you a piece of red bean cake in the same manner as just now. How about that?”

Sheng Muxue lay on the bed, wearing a look of mockery. “As long as the Divine Lord is happy.”

These words were as sarcastic as they could possibly be.

He had even placed special emphasis on the word “happy.”

Yun Zheng stopped paying attention to Sheng Muxue and got up to leave.

Just as he was about to disappear at the doorway, he paused his footsteps.

Outside the door, the twilight outlined Yun Zheng’s sharp, cold silhouette. His deep, icy voice traveled through the courtyard.

“The wedding date is tomorrow.”

“Also, do not even think about running, or you will not be able to bear the consequences.”

After saying this, Yun Zheng’s entire body shattered into a fragmented golden light, disappearing from where he had stood.