SCWP Chapter 50

Sensitive Husband Online Seeking Hug

Sensitive Husband Online Seeking Hug

The moment the two fell into the Ghost Gate, they were surrounded by a group of vicious ghosts. Lin Qichi pulled out the feather from Qi Feiyu’s heart, and leaned on him, breathing softly.

The amount of exercise just now was still a bit much. He had been searching all the way from that tomb, and although he borrowed a car along the way, he still walked a long way on foot.

Now, he was a little exhausted.

Qi Feiyu regained his mobility and immediately protected Lin Qichi under him, his eyes staring at him as red as if they could drip blood.

The sinister ghosts looked greedily at the person beneath him, wanting to tear him apart and devour him, but unfortunately, the object of his fierce gaze couldn’t even see these things.

The ghosts sensed the familiar and powerful Yin energy, and before Qi Feiyu could show his power, they quickly dispersed on their own.

“You ruined my plan.” Each word that Qi Feiyu spoke seemed to be squeezed out from the back of his teeth, and boundless anger overwhelmed him.

“Was that really yours?” Lin Qichi lay calmly in Qi Feiyu’s arms, motionless, as if he was conserving his energy, or as if… he was already dying. “Don’t assume that things others force upon you are things you should naturally do.”

Qi Feiyu lay on Lin Qichi’s chest, listening to his heartbeat one beat at a time, slowly calming himself down, and said faintly, “I hate you.”

The two were pressed close together, and every word Qi Feiyu said caused their chests to resonate. The breaths they exhaled intertwined between them, ambiguous enough to make people couldn’t help but have some unrealistic fantasies.

“Hate lasts longer than love, but I still hope that before I die, I can hear you cry and say you love me.” Lin Qichi finished speaking in one breath, and suddenly coughed up a pool of blood, but his mood was surprisingly good.

Qi Feiyu raised his head slightly, no longer directly pressing on him, but leaning against him loosely, unable to tell what his mood was.

He was just quietly feeling the person beneath him, his body growing colder and colder, and his heartbeat growing slower and slower.

“Don’t leave me, please.” Qi Feiyu’s voice was very soft, so soft that a wisp of wind could blow it away, drifting lightly to Lin Qichi’s ear.

He didn’t hear it clearly, unsure if it was processed by his own thoughts, or if it was originally like that, but the tone was like crying.

“Are you crying?” Lin Qichi struggled to stroke his face, from the pointed chin, slowly touching the bridge of his nose, and the deep hollows of his eyes.

His hand felt nothing unusual, and stopped at the corner of his eye, rubbing repeatedly. Just recalling and imagining the appearance of those beautiful eyes made his heart tremble.

Qi Feiyu hurriedly used Yin energy to conjure up two lines of clear tears, pretending to inadvertently rub them on Lin Qichi’s hand. Those who didn’t know the truth would have thought he was really crying.

Lin Qichi stopped moving in shock, and his hand subconsciously wiped away the cold, slippery thing.

Where did ghosts get tears from?

Qi Feiyu still couldn’t bear to do anything to him, so he pulled out the sword from his body, wrapped in Yin energy, trying to minimize the damage to Lin Qichi.

The jade pendant that had been silent around Lin Qichi’s waist suddenly became hot again, but he couldn’t feel it anymore.

The jade pendant emitted a red light, casting a thin halo through the loosely worn collar of Lin Qichi’s clothes.

Qi Feiyu picked Lin Qichi up horizontally, holding him tightly in his arms, holding the long sword in one hand, and laboriously using his forearm to shield the person in his arms.

Just like Lin Qichi said, he was already a puppet for the Ghost Realm’s plans. In the higher levels, there were deeper things that none of them could touch.

Like a marionette, every move obeyed the puppeteer’s thoughts.

Blood dripped from Lin Qichi all the way, his wound had been blocked by Yin energy, and the blood was all sucked out by Yin energy, not sticking to any place. As soon as the two moved, it dripped down with a rustling sound.

Qi Feiyu hugged him tightly. Under the nourishment of the Ghost Realm’s abundant Yin energy, his injuries had already recovered. Apart from that point in his heart, the colder and colder he felt the person in his arms, the more painful it became.

“Little Fish, come here, have you been secretly hiding my clothes again?”

Lin Qichi leaned halfway out of the bamboo bed, groping to hook Qi Feiyu’s chin, scratching it a few times. The increasingly shameless little lecher shrank back, and his fingertips were rolled into his mouth and licked by the smooth, cold tongue.

“I’m asking you a question, baby.” Lin Qichi hooked his fingertip, pressing against his upper palate, and quickly pulled it out.

Qi Feiyu whimpered and pressed his cheek against him, without saying anything, just nodding gently.

“Why do you hide my clothes every day? Just because I can’t see, doesn’t mean you can’t see. Do you want me to play the ostrich with you?”

Lin Qichi’s fingernails slid down, feeling the collar around Qi Feiyu’s slender and jade-like neck. A feather-shaped ornament was inserted horizontally from the middle, controlling his vocal cords, so only short syllables could be made.

Qi Feiyu raised his hand and clasped Lin Qichi’s still groping hand, interlocking his fingers, and took the opportunity to climb onto the bed.

Pinching Lin Qichi’s fingertips, he led them to cover the clasp of the collar around his neck, letting him feel where he was being restrained.

“Baby, that’s not a proper plea for mercy.” Lin Qichi found the spot, and suddenly yanked the chain at the clasp, face to face, leaning closer to take a closer look at him.

Qi Feiyu whimpered painfully, his fingernails scratching across the back of Lin Qichi’s hand. Only a close look would reveal some rough words.

[Leave it to me].

“I’m not dead yet.” Lin Qichi was very helpless with his hamster-like behavior.

Qi Feiyu straightened up stubbornly, one of the collar chains still being pulled by Lin Qichi in his hand. He refused to give in, and a cracking sound came from his neck.

“Don’t be stubborn, the main hall has finally agreed to let us go over today, do you want me to be honest with them too, baby?” Lin Qichi stroked his straight long hair, the good feeling making him want to do it again.

He had really been getting better and better at pleasing him lately.

For example, his hair had been well-maintained recently, especially easy to handle, and more and more addictive.

Qi Feiyu deflated and leaned back on his chest, his finger pointing at Lin Qichi’s smiling eyes. He could no longer see anything there, but you rarely saw a blind person’s confusion.

Qi Feiyu found that he still didn’t like his eyes. There was teasing, pampering, and indulgence in those eyes, but nothing he wanted.

Few people in the Ghost Realm knew about them, but those few who did, either came to discuss matters or came to die.

Qi Feiyu wanted to make up for a complete wedding, but he was always powerless.

Lin Qichi’s fingertips moved between them, gradually moving to Qi Feiyu’s smooth neck, stroking it several times, with a somewhat fond feeling.

Qi Feiyu also obediently let him stroke him, his long hair scattered all over his body, occasionally entangling Lin Qichi’s fingernails. Even his hair strands couldn’t help but compete for favor.

“Rest for a while, and baby can take out my clothes.”

“Uh—” Qi Feiyu struggled to make some single syllables, his head rubbing against Lin Qichi’s chin. Perhaps feeling that his voice was unpleasant, he buried his head again.

But he was lying on Lin Qichi’s chest, and he had hidden his clothes, so as soon as he buried his head, his lips and teeth brushed against the swollen beads that had been grinded by them for a long time, unable to resist opening his mouth to lick and chew.

“Hiss—” No matter how many times, every time he put on a pitiful act and did this, Lin Qichi was still stimulated by the sudden sensitive pain, and sucked in a breath.

Lin Qichi gently stroked Qi Feiyu’s cheek, suppressing his voice and said, “Are you feeling better now? Is your heart still stuffy?”

“Hmmph.” Qi Feiyu, who was busy, hummed a few syllables in a perfunctory manner.

Lin Qichi helplessly hugged him tighter, letting him do what he wanted.

His fingers still couldn’t help but touch the feather that was stuck in Qi Feiyu’s neck.

This was still something Lin Qichi had discovered after a night of indulging him and waking up.

He had always felt that this was Qi Feiyu taking advantage of his unclear consciousness and doing it himself, pushing it onto him.

Qi Feiyu had been pitifully letting him touch his neck, insisting that he had forcibly pressed him to pierce it, and that he should be responsible.

Lin Qichi had been troubled for a long time about the fact that he was very insecure about what he did to him. If he went along with him in everything, he would be sensitive and overthink.

If he didn’t go along with him, he would overthink, and cry in the middle of the night.

He would even use Meng Yu to test him, although it was a meaningless thing, but after doing it many times, it would still be very annoying.

To be constantly guessed by his little lover as to when he would stop loving himself, after thinking too much, it was just helplessness, helplessness, helplessness…

He simply didn’t struggle much, and just did whatever made him comfortable.

The Ghost Realm’s Yin energy was constantly being supplied, so it wouldn’t hurt Qi Feiyu, but he loved to show his fragility and pitifulness in front of Lin Qichi, winning sympathy and earning a pile of benefits for himself.

Lin Qichi was thinking that if the main hall sent someone to urge them, the Ghost Realm had been secretly unhappy since he brought Qi Feiyu back, but no one dared to openly provoke them.

Qi Feiyu didn’t seem to want Lin Qichi to know his identity, acting like an ordinary ghost messenger who did bad things, and still pretending to be humble and submissive to those in the main hall.

Those guys didn’t dare to breathe loudly in front of him, and the drama was boring to listen to.

Those guys had already accepted Lin Qichi’s identity. It had only been a few days from the initial death wish to now being used to him bringing Qi Feiyu.

It seemed that Qi Feiyu’s prestige was still good.

Qi Feiyu finally remembered the main hall that had been left aside by him after making a fuss with Lin Qichi. Lin Qichi didn’t remind him, just occasionally teased his collar, listening to him make a few affected light whimpers.

Qi Feiyu slowly dressed Lin Qichi, the collar chain always being held by Lin Qichi in his hand, shaking it from time to time. Qi Feiyu would immediately stick over with glowing eyes, rubbing his cold lips against his cheek.

Whenever this happened, Lin Qichi would accurately grab the back of his hair, pressing him to kiss him, his hands continuing to move, but the speed of dressing was much slower.

His lower lip was bitten unhappily by Lin Qichi, and naturally the time was delayed for even longer.

The management levels of the Ghost Realm rarely gathered, one because the Ghost King had been missing for many years, and two because once they gathered, the Ghost Realm would definitely be in chaos.

The management levels had been waiting bitterly in the main hall for a long time, and finally waited for their Ghost King, who looked back frequently with an infatuated look, and the blind Ghost King’s Consort, who walked silently behind, occasionally raising his head to look emptily ahead.

With such a ruler, how can the Ghost Realm survive?