After Marrying the Evil God - Chapter 17

Xie Chouzhuan was somewhat astonished; he hadn’t realized Ji Sixian was this powerful.

“Is there anything else my husband wants to know?”

“Not for now.”

Ji Sixian nodded and took Xie Chouzhuan’s hand, his tone turning solemn. “Now that you are married to me, I will naturally protect you for a lifetime. But you must be loyal and unwavering to me, as I shall be to you. If you ever betray me, the consequences will be severe. After all, I am an Evil God.”

An Evil God, no matter how gentle and considerate they may appear before their beloved, cannot change their inherent wicked nature. As Ji Sixian spoke, a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

Xie Chouzhuan flinched slightly. “I understand.”

After performing their mutual bows, Ji Sixian led him toward the inner chamber.

Inside the room, red candles burned high, their flames dancing happily and casting a crimson glow over everything. In the center stood a massive bed carved with patterns of dragons and phoenixes. It was covered in brocade bedding with exquisite embroidery, the dragon and phoenix designs appearing almost lifelike.

The bed curtains consisted of layers of thin red gauze that hung down in tiers. In the four corners of the room stood bronze incense burners; wisps of blue smoke rose from them, releasing a faint, elegant scent of sandalwood that refreshed the mind.

Red “Double Happiness” paper-cuts were pasted on the windows. Against the wall stood a row of sandalwood wardrobes with beautiful floral patterns carved into the doors, perfectly complementing the atmosphere of the room.

Ji Sixian led his stiff little wife to sit by the edge of the bed. “Tonight is our wedding night.”

Xie Chouzhuan’s entire body was rigid, his mind filled with nothing but the words “wedding night.”

Ji Sixian brought him a cup of wine. Xie Chouzhuan drank it haphazardly. He didn’t know what it was made of; there was no hint of alcohol, but it tasted refreshingly sweet. Ji Sixian poured another cup for him.

Xie Chouzhuan drank it subconsciously and immediately began to feel lightheaded. He tried hard to see the person in front of him, but his vision was doubling.

“Husband, it is time for us to drink the nuptial wine.” After Ji Sixian shared a cup of wine with him, Xie Chouzhuan was completely dazed.

He stared blankly at Ji Sixian. “Brother… why have you turned into two? No, it’s… three.”

Ji Sixian grasped Xie Chouzhuan’s hand and kissed his lips tenderly. “The wine has been drunk; it is time for the wedding night.”

With that, he gave a gentle push, and they fell onto the bed together. The layers of red curtains dropped, veiling the spring radiance within the room. Only an occasional sob escaped from behind the silk.

Xie Chouzhuan felt as if his whole body was soft and limp. One moment he felt like he was floating among the clouds, the next as if he were inside a furnace. He tried to open his bleary eyes to see the person before him, but was interrupted by the other’s actions.

Tears rolled down his cheeks one by one, sinking into the pillow and leaving faint damp marks. Ji Sixian kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes. An Evil God was always dominant and fierce in this regard; he even wanted to possess his tears, refusing to let anything else touch them.

“Ji Sixian!” After a long while, a cry mixed with anger and sobbing rang out.

“Be good, just one last time,” Ji Sixian blocked his mouth with a voice that was tender yet brooks no argument.

By the end, Xie Chouzhuan’s fingertips were numb, and he fainted away entirely.

Ji Sixian gazed at Xie Chouzhuan, took the ring hanging from his neck, and placed it on his finger. Then, he kissed every inch of those reddened fingertips before finally interlacing his fingers with the other’s.

When Xie Chouzhuan woke up, it was still dark outside. Ji Sixian was nowhere to be found. His body felt clean and dry, so Ji Sixian must have already cleaned him up.

“You’re awake.” Ji Sixian approached with a bowl of seafood porridge, his eyes filled with satiation.

The fresh aroma of the food awakened Xie Chouzhuan’s hunger; his stomach was already staging a protest. He propped himself up to sit, but froze in the next second. He felt as if his waist were aching and his back were sore.

Ji Sixian supported him and brought him a glass of warm water. As the water brushed past his throat, it eased the discomfort. Xie Chouzhuan noticed the ring that had been around his neck was now on his hand, and Ji Sixian was wearing an identical one.

“I boiled some seafood porridge for you. Taste it and see how it is.”

“Cough, cough… you made this?” Xie Chouzhuan nearly choked on the water.

He hadn’t expected an Evil God like Ji Sixian to know how to cook. Didn’t immortals just absorb spiritual energy and drink dew?

“In the future, you can tell me whatever you like,” Ji Sixian said, handing the porridge to him.

As the seafood porridge entered his mouth, the silky texture immediately coated his tongue like fine silk. The grains of rice had been boiled until they were incredibly soft and糯, dissolving between his teeth with a slight press and releasing a faint aroma of rice. The fresh shrimp, crab, and shellfish were springy and firm; the threads of crab meat and the tender shellfish stood out vividly against the soft porridge base, making the texture rich and distinct.

Xie Chouzhuan finished one bowl and still wanted more. Ji Sixian served him another. After three bowls in a row, he was finally full.

“What time is it now?”

“It is night.”

“I’ve slept for a whole day! No, I have to go back.” Xie Chouzhuan lifted the blanket only to realize he wasn’t wearing anything, and his body was covered in dense hickeys. He silently retreated back under the covers.

“Don’t worry. I created a paper effigy to impersonate you; your roommate won’t notice. Your class tomorrow isn’t until the afternoon, so there’s no rush.” Ji Sixian took out some clothes from the side and handed them to him.

“Can you… can you step out for a moment?” Although they had already seen each other plainly, Xie Chouzhuan was still embarrassed. He really wasn’t used to changing clothes in front of Ji Sixian.

Ji Sixian’s gaze swept over his flushed cheeks. For once, he didn’t say anything more and turned around, standing with his back to him. Xie Chouzhuan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly put on all his clothes.

“Stay here with me tonight,” Ji Sixian embraced him, leaning against his shoulder.

“But Shi Zhi…”

“The paper effigy is a perfect fake. I’ll send you to class tomorrow?”

“Alright then,” Xie Chouzhuan agreed.

It wasn’t until he was pinned onto the bed by Ji Sixian again that he realized something was wrong.

“Why are we doing this again?”

“I like it,” Ji Sixian sighed and kissed him.

Xie Chouzhuan felt as if he had died a little. His last thought before passing out was: I must never casually agree to stay over again. This is going to be the death of me!

Ji Sixian held Xie Chouzhuan and fell asleep, completely satisfied.

Xie Chouzhuan was shaken awake by Shi Zhi.

“Chouzhuan, we have class this afternoon! Don’t sleep anymore!”

“What time is it?” Xie Chouzhuan opened his bleary eyes.

“It’s past one. The first period starts at one-thirty. Hurry up and get ready; I’m going ahead to save a seat.” Shi Zhi took his books and left in a hurry.

Xie Chouzhuan got out of bed with an aching body. Looking in the mirror, he found that his neck was also covered in marks left by Ji Sixian. He chose a long-sleeved shirt and finally managed to cover all the traces. Before leaving, he glanced at the ring on his hand; after a moment’s thought, he decided not to take it off.

Xie Chouzhuan entered the classroom just in the nick of time. The room was already packed, and Shi Zhi was waving at him from the back row. He sat down and opened his book, but after trying to listen for a short while, he began to feel drowsy.