I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

p>”Wu…”

 

“Don't think about it.
I will handle those things, and I should do them alone.” Yi Yan muttered: “I’m the one who lost my head to tell you this.
As long as you live the life you want… My only…”

 

“Only what?” Bai Yu raised his head from his arms, failing to hear Yi Yan clearly.

 

But Yi Yan just shook his head and hugged him again.

 

“No, it's nothing.”

 

… … …

 

Deep in the mausoleum, Wang Xiaomie was squatting alongside the man-made underground river, holding a cloth towel, while Wen Fengjin stood behind him.

 

The blood-colored large lizard and the other big freaks were tearing at each other in the river, growling and howling loudly, baring their fangs and flashing their claws.
Because of their movements, the entire underground river was constantly overflowing and smacking against the stone slabs.

 

The scene appeared terrifying, but it was actually lion cubs making threatening gestures while under the protection of the pride.
It was pure fun.

 

God alone knows who rolled up Mu Shi, who was as soft as jelly, and threw it into the air, causing it to soar towards the shore.
Water droplets sprayed in the air as Wen Fengjin expressionlessly lifted his arm to grab it.

 

‘Boing~’ Due to inertia, the soft jelly bounced a few times in the sharpened five fingers before being tossed down.
Wang Xiaomie, who was squatting, scooped it up without even looking back.
He wiped the soft jelly with the cloth towel while holding it in his arms.

 

“Jiji~”

 

Mu Shi laughed strangely as he rolled around softly on his knees like a pampered child.

 

A small monster was flicked out of the water the following second.
Wen Fengjin seized it and tossed it to Wang Xiaomie, who was squatting on the ground, with chilly disdain.

 

Wang.
Mama.
Xiaomie twitched his lips, put Mu Shi on the ground, opened the cloth towel to pick up the other small monster, and wiped it.
Mu Shi turned around and scampered off towards the water with its “jijiji,” diving back into the river.

 

Wang Xiaomie, whose face had been doused with water: “…”

 

Unfilial son!

 

“Haha…”

 

Wen Fengjin burst out laughing, overjoyed by his appearance.
In the next second, a water saturated cloth towel smacked his face with a loud “pa,” which sounded painful simply hearing it!

 

Wen Fengjin: “…”

 

Wang Xiaomie sighed and stood up after placing the little monster on his knees on the ground and saw it rejoin the play as he had predicted.
Wang Xiaomie closed his eyes and leaned back as the bitter and astringent medicinal aroma behind him approached.

 

Oh yeah, these pecs are perfect: strong and wide.

 

“What happened to you recently? Why is your expression so ugly?”

 

Wang Xiaomie could feel the man behind him sniffing his hair with the tip of his nose.
His expression must be delighted, right? After all, the top of his hair repeatedly felt the touch of soft lips.

 

Mischievous 'kids,' a troublesome partner, and friends to talk to.

 

Wang Xiaomie, who had experienced two lives, had been relentlessly chasing all of this.
Wang Xiaomie had been thinking about Yi Yan ever since he heard An Kai and Wen Fengjin discussing him the other day.

 

Are humans born greedy?

 

You will be happy when you obtain what you desire.
To preserve your happiness, you will cling to what you like with everything you have.
To keep it, you'll continue to plunder and fight, uncaring about even hurting others.

 

It was similar to how Yi Yan felt about 'other beings,' how Wen Fengjin felt about him, and how he felt about — all this happiness in front of him.

 

When a gentleman with a stately and jade-like appearance wears a crimson robe with black hair hanging down, he looks extremely gorgeous.
Wen Fengjin was fascinated and immersed in this look, yet when the gentle spirit, whose face had always worn a soft smile in his memory, revealed a dark side, he found it equally heart-pounding.

 

“I keep having the feeling that something bad is going to happen.”

 

“This is the first time in a long time that I've got such a strong portent that we’re mortal.”

 

Wen Fengjin's kissing movement came to a halt, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, his long and narrow peculiar eyes containing the same smile as he said, “Shixiong, are you worried about me? I'm overjoyed.”

 

Wang Xiaomie shook his head and cast a sidelong glance at him.

 

“Fengjin.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Are you going to die?”

 

“…”

 

Wang Xiaomie half-closed his eyes and lowered his head, his fingers catching Wen Fengjin’s silver hair falling from his shoulders, and he twisted it around his slender finger a few times.

 

“I've been thinking lately that if you knew Yi Yan's true identity, knew that his actions were premeditated, and knew An Kai…
So you and An Kai came to an agreement but didn't tell me?”

 

“Hehehe…” Wen Fengjin laughed in a muffled voice as he bent down and nipped Wang Xiaomie's ear.
“You are so sharp today that you scare me, shixiong.”

 

“Don't try to fool me!”

 

Wang Xiaomie's expression darkened.
He turned around and grabbed Wen Fengjin's long hair, stating word by word in the man's wide-eyed and surprised gaze:

 

“No matter how weak and ordinary people are, when their bottom line, which cannot be crossed, is touched, they will become fierce and unyielding!”

 

“I’m the same, you know!”

 

“Fengjin, kill Yi Yan.”

 

“…” The pupils of the long, narrow eyes constricted.

 

Wang Xiaomie continued with an indifference on his face that he didn’t even notice: “If he really wants us to die, then we can only kill him.”

 

He had everything including a 'family' in the underground palace.
He did not wish to die.

 

He also insisted that if others do not offend him, he will not offend others.
But if the other party had long planned to deprive him of his happiness, all he can say is “Go to hell!”

 

The strange pupils in the long and narrow eyes burned scarlet as if a flame had lit when the cold and cruel words were pronounced, reflecting the figure that seemed to have shed its scabbard to display its sword light—

 

The end of gentleness was actually so cruel and beautiful—

 

Wen Fengjin was out of breath as he lifted his trembling hand, then violently crushed Wang Xiaomie into his chest the next second!

 

“Oof!” His hold caused Wang Xiaomie pain.
He scowled and shoved him.
“Hey! What are you doing?”

 

“Let me hug you for a while— Shixiong— Mian Deng Shixiong—”

 

He was too excited.
He could only hold Wang Xiaomie's head firmly on his shoulder since the gentle mask could no longer hide his madly morbid eyes and the corners of his mouth that were constantly curving up.

 

Dyed…

 

He took a sniff of the scent on the black hair.

 

Finally got dyed…

 

He’d dyed his shixiong into a look that belonged exclusively to him!

Footnotes:

[1] This actually translates to a doll, a humanoid toy puppet to be exact.