After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 7

“Zhuzhu, is a slow learner.”

“Food is ready.” Shen Yuzong placed the meal on a wooden table outside in the courtyard.

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan came out as well. A merman is quite different from a mortal; even without cultivation, skipping a meal has little effect on him.

Qi Yan had no memories of his past, so he had no way to compare these dishes with those of other households.

He looked over; everything was very light, bird’s nest soup, steamed fish.

“Zhuzhu.” Shen Yuzong was already seated. Seeing the other still standing foolishly in front, he beckoned to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan remained where he was. If he went over, he would surely be teased by that man soon.

However, just as Qi Yan was about to turn in the opposite direction, he was suddenly swept up by a force and then forcibly dragged onto Shen Yuzong’s lap.

Two arms, as hot as branding irons, wrapped around Qi Yan’s waist. Having already learned his lesson the hard way, Qi Yan dared not move recklessly.

He only turned his head to glare at Shen Yuzong.

“Zhuzhu is not being obedient.” Shen Yuzong lowered his head and leaned in, his expression feigning annoyance. “Why do you not listen to your husband? Is it that your husband spoils you too much?”

Qi Yan pursed his lips, not wanting to engage with Shen Yuzong. A person like him only grew more energetic the more attention you gave him.

Yet, Qi Yan still underestimated the extent of Shen Yuzong’s shamelessness.

Shen Yuzong was taller than Qi Yan; even while sitting, he was half a head taller. Not receiving an answer, he lowered his head and pressed close to Qi Yan’s lips.

Feeling that something was amiss, Qi Yan tried to dodge backward, but the back of his head was caught by the other man. He was about to speak, but his mouth was directly blocked.

Qi Yan’s slender neck arched backward like a brittle, delicate vine, yet for some unknown reason, he frantically swallowed his saliva.

Even so, when he was finally released, Qi Yan was left coughing from choking.

Shen Yuzong rubbed Qi Yan’s glistening, watery lips. At this moment, the plump flesh of his lips looked like pomegranate seeds, turning outward bit by bit.

“Zhuzhu is a slow learner. No matter how many times your husband teaches you, you still cannot learn, can you?”

The ghostly voice echoed in his ears. Qi Yan, clutching Shen Yuzong’s hand, shuddered violently. He no longer dared to glare at Shen Yuzong. Shen Yuzong was simply a rogue.

“Has Zhuzhu forgotten to answer your husband again?”

“No, that is not it.” Qi Yan felt as though he were a fish on a cutting board, and a decorative fish with no ability to resist at that.

“Then why do you not answer? Hmm?” Shen Yuzong reached out and tucked the hair that had been pressed down behind Qi Yan’s ear.

“Zhuzhu is a slow learner, right?”

Those who understand the times are wise. If he dragged this out any longer, who knew what Shen Yuzong might do next.

“Yes.” Qi Yan replied, pinching his fingers.

“Yes, what?”

Shen Yuzong smiled, burying his face in Qi Yan’s hair.

“I am a slow learner.” Qi Yan replied slowly.

“Who is? Say it completely.” Shen Yuzong reached out and gently pinched Qi Yan’s waist.

“Ah.”

Qi Yan wanted to struggle; he was truly unaccustomed to having his stomach and waist touched by others. Every time these areas were contacted, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.

It was as if he were being stripped of his clothes and thrown into a dark room, yet forced to keep his body splayed open.

“Speak.”

“Zhuzhu is a slow learner.” Qi Yan said with a trembling voice.

“Wrong, you are a bad student.” Shen Yuzong narrowed his eyes in delight.

Qi Yan resigned himself to silence, but fearing that Shen Yuzong might suddenly change his mind, he glanced backward with unease.

“Zhuzhu has just recovered from a great illness and is still very weak. Let your husband feed you.” Shen Yuzong said with a smile.

Qi Yan finally understood the term “smiling tiger”; it was tailor-made for Shen Yuzong.

“I.” Qi Yan still wanted to negotiate; he had only lost his memory, not the use of his hands.

However, upon meeting Shen Yuzong’s gaze, he immediately shrank back. That look was as if the man wanted to devour him whole.

Better not say anything.

“What does Zhuzhu want to say?” At this moment, Shen Yuzong suddenly became understanding.

“I wanted to say thank you.” Qi Yan answered, bracing himself.

“Is that so? Remember to add the suffix next time.”

What suffix?

Qi Yan thought about what Shen Yuzong had just said for a moment. Suddenly realizing the nature of Shen Yuzong’s usual frivolous remarks, the tips of his ears turned quietly red.

Shen Yuzong smiled silently. He picked up the bowl and offered the tofu soup to Qi Yan’s lips, spoonful by spoonful.

Knowing he had no way to refuse, Qi Yan obediently accepted.

Whether it was intentional or not, Shen Yuzong fed him faster and faster, only stopping when the tofu soup spilled from Qi Yan’s lips, too fast to swallow, before using a handkerchief to wipe him clean.

“You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Qi Yan asked, turning his head in frustration.

“How could that be?” Shen Yuzong wore a wounded expression, still gripping the handkerchief. “How could Zhuzhu think that of me? Your husband is so heartbroken.”

Seeing Qi Yan about to bite his lip again, Shen Yuzong inserted a fingertip into his mouth. “Do not bite.”

“You are doing it on purpose!” The more Qi Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. How could a person be this tedious, thinking of nothing but how to tease him at every moment?

Shen Yuzong gazed at Qi Yan’s bright red lips as they parted and closed. From this angle, he could even see the glimpse of the tongue and the crimson throat.

Unable to stomach the anger, Qi Yan snatched the bowl from Shen Yuzong’s hand and scooped a bowl of tofu soup into it as well. “Let me try feeding you.”

Shen Yuzong raised an eyebrow. Was there a free benefit coming his way?

“My wife is so virtuous.” Shen Yuzong could not ask for more.

Qi Yan covered his ears and tilted his head, saying forcefully, “You must stop talking!”

As the saying goes, one may lose the battle but cannot lose their spirit. If Shen Yuzong kept chattering on, he would surely lose his grip on the spoon, and then he would be teased again.

Shen Yuzong straightened Qi Yan’s waist, a smile lingering on his lips. “As you command, my wife.”

“Why are you so annoying? I listen when you speak, but you never listen when I speak, do you?”

Before even starting to feed him, Qi Yan had already angered himself. A flush of red rose to the corners of his eyes, and his pupils became misty, as if he were about to weep.

Shen Yuzong stopped speaking.

Qi Yan held the bowl, turned sideways, and shifted his seat. He was sitting on Shen Yuzong’s lap, so now facing him, he rested both legs on Shen Yuzong.

Shen Yuzong swallowed hard, secretly moving his hand downward to tighten his grip.

Yet, Qi Yan remained entirely oblivious to this.

Finding it hard to balance, he leaned half his body against Shen Yuzong, using his arm to prop himself up.

He lowered his eyes to look at the tofu soup, stirred it casually, lifted a spoonful, and thrust it toward Shen Yuzong’s lips.

If Shen Yuzong had not reacted, the spoon surely would have struck his teeth.

But who was Shen Yuzong? He would never let himself suffer a loss.

Just as the spoon was about to touch his lips, Shen Yuzong grabbed Qi Yan’s wrist. He watched the confused expression on Qi Yan’s face and smiled.

Then, he slowly pursed his lips around the spoon, drinking the soup clean little by little, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Qi Yan.

Qi Yan tried to pull his hand back, but it was held firmly in place.

Only when Shen Yuzong pushed his luck and pressed his lips against Qi Yan’s fingers did Qi Yan finally explode. “Shen Yuzong!”

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