They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Mutual “Torment”

“You, leave, and take her with you.”

Leng Licí showed no intention of engaging in conversation. He tucked Little Dāo into Dān Mù’s arms and started shooing them away.

Dān Mù nodded solemnly and left, trusting that her Exalted One had a plan and knew exactly how to punish the unfaithful man.

Once the Separation Palace door closed again, the room fell completely silent.

Yun Qingwu stared at Leng Licí, his gaze scrutinizing. “What’s with that child? What game are you playing?”

Leng Licí bent closer, deliberately glancing at Yun Qingwu’s abdomen. He said in a low voice, “Naturally, you gave birth to her.”

“Even if she is our child, it would only be you who gave birth to her.” Yun Qingwu stated definitively, completely forgetting that the core question was how they had a child at all.

“You want to know the truth?” Leng Licí moved even closer, his gaze resting on the small mole on Yun Qingwu’s nose. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth.

Yun Qingwu’s eyes were wary. “What truth could there be?”

Leng Licí’s eyes darkened. He pressed his entire body onto Yun Qingwu, silencing the mouth that was still trying to speak. Simultaneously, he formed a hand seal, and in an instant, Yun Qingwu’s clothes were flung onto the floor.

Dān Mù was right about one thing: he needed to properly punish Yun Qingwu.

How dare he forget him!

Yun Qingwu suddenly felt a chill. Before he could react, fabric belonging to the other person was pressed against him, rubbing against his body without permission.

!

A fire, mixed with shame and rage, instantly ignited in his head.

He began to struggle violently, pushing the person above him with his hands and kicking and thrashing with his legs. “Leng Licí! What are you doing!”

In his struggles, he swung a punch mercilessly toward Leng Licí’s face. The clatter of chains echoed with each movement, adding an indescribable suggestion to the sound.

Leng Licí did not dodge, letting the fist leave a mark on his face. He ignored it, biting fiercely into Yun Qingwu’s side neck, while his right hand seized Yun Qingwu’s disruptive hands and pinned them above his head.

Yun Qingwu gnashed his teeth. “Are you a dog?”

Leng Licí didn’t speak, answering the question only with action.

Just when Yun Qingwu thought his neck would be pierced, the tormentor finally released his hold. However, before Yun Qingwu could exhale, a warm, moist touch gently swept over the wound. A tingling sensation instantly spread through his body. Yun Qingwu trembled, letting out a soft sound.

He was momentarily confused. The next second, he bit his lip hard. He tilted his head with difficulty to look at Leng Licí, his eyes full of resentment. “Let’s fight honorably. Why must you humiliate me like this?”

“Humiliation?” Leng Licí propped himself up slightly, staring at Yun Qingwu. At this moment, Yun Qingwu’s face was flushed, blood still stained his lips from the biting, and his eyes were clearly glistening with tears, yet he maintained a defiant look.

“If you want to know the truth, then lie still for me.”

As he spoke, Leng Licí’s gaze fell on the already dry bloodstain, his pupils suddenly becoming vertical slits. On reflection, he realized he had never seen Yun Qingwu look like this before.

This realization sent a surge of excitement through his nerves.

Yun Qingwu roared, “In your dreams!”

Leng Licí raised an eyebrow, reaching his right hand down toward Yun Qingwu’s lower body. He tilted his head slightly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Is that so?”

A burning kiss descended again. The smooth balm moved almost unimpeded inside him.

Yun Qingwu sadly realized that his body was not on the same page as his mind. Not only did it show no resistance to Leng Licí’s wanton intrusion, but it even had an impulse to welcome it.

But the villain on top of him suddenly slowed down, focusing only on kissing—no, on devouring his body, refusing to get to the main point. This drawn-out act left him feeling trapped between ice and fire, the extreme cold and extreme heat alternating, tearing at his body and making him unable to bear it.

“Can you just get on with it!” Yun Qingwu could not hold back, kicking out, but before he could land a kick, his ankle was seized.

Leng Licí released Yun Qingwu’s hands, instead forcefully adjusting the position of the person beneath him. He stared deeply into Yun Qingwu’s eyes, his fox tails swaying slowly behind him.

“Say it. You were wrong.”

The scent of Osmanthus mixed with mint permeated the air around the two.

Leng Licí’s eye corners were flushed red, as if smeared with an evening glow, a beauty mixed with an ingrained coldness.

Sight and smell inexplicably merged at that moment.

This caused Yun Qingwu’s heart to skip a beat.

Impulsively, he heard himself say, “I was wrong.”

The next moment, the physical stimulation and the accompanying pleasure swept over him like a tidal wave, pulling his already diminishing reason down into the abyss.

The candlelight flickered. The waves, driven by gust after gust of wind, climbed to the peak and then suddenly dropped. After an unknown time, Yun Qingwu’s senses gradually dulled, and finally, he grasped the sole piece of driftwood purely by instinct, seeking the final release.

…

In the chaos and darkness, a beam of light suddenly exploded.

Scene after scene rushed into Yun Qingwu’s mind.

“Because I like you, A-Cí.”

“This is my Qǐ Qiǎo Festival gift to you. The person who possesses it will have the right to command Bái Zé. I’m giving it to you now.”

“What’s so rare about the Seven Emotions and Six Desires? I think you’re much better than Yún Chuān.”

“I give you seven days. You must return.”

Yun Qingwu abruptly opened his eyes, his chest still heaving. He immediately looked beside him, seeing the familiar sleeping face of his lover. His tensed heart relaxed.

Thank goodness…

Thank goodness his A-Cí never took the ordinary path.

If—

Just thinking about it made his breathing hitch. Fortunately…

After his breathing calmed, Yun Qingwu turned onto his side, burrowing into the embrace of his lover, who was wrapped around him with all four limbs. The warmth of their bodies touching seeped into his heart, gradually soothing the palpitations caused by his fear.

He lifted his head, smoothing Leng Licí’s red hair, which was plastered to his cheek with sweat. He leaned in to kiss him, but just as he got close and before he could succeed, a pair of golden vertical pupils suddenly opened, staring directly at Yun Qingwu.

“You remembered?”

Yun Qingwu’s mind shifted. He frowned. “What exactly did you want me to remember?”

Leng Licí’s brow furrowed. The problem-solving had failed, and the irritation in his heart intensified.

However, the next moment, the owner of the mystery lunged at him. With both hands and legs working together, Leng Licí’s vision swam. When he regained his focus, their positions had been reversed.

The corner of Yun Qingwu’s mouth lifted. He whispered, “One more time, and I’m sure I’ll remember.”

With that, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Leng Licí was stunned for a moment. He realized that Yun Qingwu had clearly remembered. With old and new grudges combined, he opened his mouth and retaliated fiercely.

Facing Leng Licí’s ferocious onslaught, Yun Qingwu accepted it all. In the gaps of the biting, he used the tip of his tongue to gently lick and soothe the lips and tongue that were aggressively conquering his mouth.

It was an act filled with endless devotion and cherishment.

A kiss was no longer enough; he needed to possess more.

Yun Qingwu reached into Leng Licí’s robe. While kissing, he mumbled, “A-Cí, you stripped me so thoroughly, but you’re still so fully dressed. Isn’t that a bit unfair?”

“Hmph. You lacked the ability; what does that have to do with me?”

Leng Licí’s mouth refused to concede, but his body suddenly softened, his breathing becoming labored again.

Yun Qingwu turned his head, planting a kiss on the side of Leng Licí’s ear, his hands working continuously. With his effort, there was finally no longer any barrier between the two of them.

“Then shall I show you my ability tonight?”

The low, lust-filled voice sounded in his ear. Leng Licí’s ear tips flushed slightly. The unspeakable area quickly responded with action.

“Less talking.”

Leng Licí was getting impatient. Seeing Yun Qingwu continuously teasing him, he wrapped himself around him with force.

Yun Qingwu chuckled softly, still not rushing to the main event. His kisses rained down, feeling his lover’s increasingly rapid breathing.

Leng Licí shivered all over, letting out a soft sound against his will.

“How is it? Does it feel good?”

Leng Licí’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. He pressed down on Yun Qingwu’s snow-white hair but bit his lower lip hard.

Whenever this happened, the less sound Leng Licí made, the more Yun Qingwu wanted to provoke him.

He intensified the pressure of his mouth, using various techniques to torment him.

It wasn’t until his hair was almost pulled out that he managed to elicit a few sounds.

He leaned in again, blocking Leng Licí’s lips. He used a little strength with his hand and coaxed, “A-Cí, can you turn over for me, please?”

Leng Licí frowned. “Why do you always prefer this position?”

Yun Qingwu kissed Leng Licí’s eyes and brows. “I like holding you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Qingwu keenly felt Leng Licí’s body relax. He seized the opportunity, flipped him over, and pressed himself on top of him again.

He took the Osmanthus scented balm that had been tossed aside, rubbed it onto Leng Licí’s back, lowered his head to sniff, and smiled. “It truly is a good item. Demon Lord, please enjoy this as well.”

Leng Licí turned his head, wanting to make a sarcastic remark, but before the words could leave his mouth, a more intense kiss covered his lips.

The night had long since receded. The faint morning glow fell upon the two embracing bodies in the room, casting an intoxicating, vibrant color onto their pale skin.

It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky and the vibrant color turned into a golden radiance that the heat in the room gradually began to subside.

Yun Qingwu nestled into Leng Licí’s neck, his expression turning serious. He whispered, “A-Cí, I’m sorry.”

Leng Licí let out a cold snort, hugging him tighter. “Even if you lose your memory, you are still this Lord’s person. I will surely bind you and bring you back, no matter where you are.”

Yun Qingwu chuckled softly, his voice hoarse. “You did very well.”

He then added, “I remember I also recovered my memory like this when I was in the illusion realm. Now that I think about it, it must be related to Little Dāo. They calculated everything, but they never accounted for this ingenious move of ours.”

“But speaking of which, your technique was truly terrible that time. I couldn’t sit comfortably for several days afterward.”

Leng Licí frowned, looking down at Yun Qingwu.

Yun Qingwu immediately added, “However! You are incomparable now.”

Only then did Leng Licí’s expression soften. He looked away and said, “I did that on purpose. Why would I have any reason to make you comfortable back then?”

Yun Qingwu laughed, not exposing him. “Fortunately, we have Little Dāo, or we might not have gotten to where we are today.”

Leng Licí interlocked his fingers with Yun Qingwu’s, nodding with a soft “Mmm.”

After a while, he asked, “How is it? Did you get your answer?”

Yun Qingwu was silent for a moment, then recounted the events in detail.

The more Leng Licí listened, the tighter his brow furrowed. He had known the importance of the Nánzé Kingdom to Yun Qingwu in the illusion realm. Now that the full story was revealed, the pain of the past was like a dagger twisting in his heart.

Leng Licí looked seriously into Yun Qingwu’s eyes. “How about you and I ascend to the Ninth Heaven together, taking revenge for the wrongs committed and seeking justice? Let that old Heavenly Emperor know what the true way of heaven is.”

Yun Qingwu said heavily, “No. What I want is the truth to be revealed. He must pay the necessary price for what he did. Death serves no meaning.”

He touched Leng Licí’s missing fingers. “Besides, even if we join forces, we might not win.”

“Then what do you propose?” Leng Licí sounded somewhat unconvinced. “You even returned the Ancient Azure Lamp to that old man. Now we can only stare helplessly.”

“Even if the Ancient Azure Lamp were here, I would never allow you to act recklessly.”

Leng Licí pushed Yun Qingwu’s hand away, his face resentful. “Right, only you God Clan are worthy of accepting worship.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Yun Qingwu reached out, forcefully pulling Leng Licí’s hand back, and said earnestly, “If you can filter the mortal prayers for good and evil, then of course you are also worthy of accepting that worship.”

Leng Licí’s expression softened slightly. He scoffed. “What’s so difficult about that?”

Yun Qingwu smiled, kissing Leng Licí’s neck. “As long as it’s not difficult.”

Leng Licí felt his heart stir again from the kiss. He simply moved his body, letting the kiss fall onto his mouth.