Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 5

Regardless of the situation, Lu Yi was indeed right.

If they stayed any longer, they would only be abandoned by their families and replaced by others.

“Then how do we leave? As long as the Gu worm is in our bodies, even if we return to Upper Cloud Capital, we can still be controlled by that little… little devil.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. The Swift Plume Directorate has its own methods,” Lu Yi had previously stolen the Gu worm precisely to secretly send it to another deputy officer in the Swift Plume Directorate who specialized in poisons.

The Emperor had decreed that whoever rescued these noble scions first and captured the mastermind would be granted the position of Commander of the Swift Plume Guard.

The problem was that this matter involved South Xinjiang Gu poison, and ordinary imperial physicians were helpless. He had no choice but to cooperate with others.

Xie Rong was also pondering this.

His Gu poison, let alone in the Central Plains, even in South Xinjiang, could only be cured by his senior brother who had betrayed the sect. But even that senior brother could only cure it; his skill in refining Gu could never surpass Xie Rong’s.

What could that person do with the Gu he stole?

“System, didn’t the original plot explain this?”

“Host, I am an antagonist system after all, I can only provide the general outline of the original plot. The protagonist endured humiliation, coordinated with the protagonist group from inside and out, annihilated Miedie Valley, and finally took the first step toward becoming a powerful official.”

“This isn’t over,” Xie Rong sneered.

But when he thought of something else, his mood brightened.

The Gu worm egg that Lu Yi had ingested must have felt the temperature of an adult male and should be hatching and taking root by now.

Xie Rong got up from the couch, the clatter of his wooden clogs echoing as he left the Bamboo Hut.

It was late night, and the medicine slaves in the Low Houses were all resting. Yet, suddenly, a light silver bell chimed outside the house.

Lu Yi abruptly opened his eyes.

Everyone else in the room was asleep. The sound of the silver bell was extremely faint, seemingly approaching step by step with someone’s light footsteps, until it stopped right outside the door.

In Miedie Valley, even the doors of the Low Houses where the medicine slaves lived were not equipped with latches.

The person outside easily pushed the door open. The silver bells jingled and clanged, repeatedly overlapping with the sound of the intricate silver ornaments on the person’s body, drawing closer and closer.

Closer and closer.

So close that he could smell a wisp of fragrance.

Lu Yi closed his eyes on an impulse, a cold sneer forming in his heart.

So secretive even on his own territory, what kind of unspeakable deed was this devil trying to pull now?

There was a rustling sound. The quilt covering him was lifted, and a soft, warm body settled on top of him. The surrounding fragrance was once again covered by the quilt.

Lu Yi’s hands at his sides silently clenched. The muscles in his abdomen, pressed by that person’s softness, tensed to the extreme.

After waiting for a while longer, the devil seemed to take something out of their embrace. It was hard and uncomfortable resting on his chest.

Whoosh.

It was the sound of book pages being turned.

Climbing onto a medicine slave in the middle of the night, just to keep warm and read a book?

Xie Rong certainly wasn’t trying to keep warm and read a book.

He had simply forgotten halfway through how he was supposed to test if the Gu worm had taken effect, so he opened the book to check again.

This Cut-Sleeve Love Gu was truly troublesome. He couldn’t play the flute; he had to test it himself.

Xie Rong licked away the beads of sweat that had been drawn out by the man’s body heat, growing increasingly irritated.

Finally finishing the passage, he closed the book, pinched Lu Yi’s chin with one hand, and then, seeming unsure as he lowered his head, he simply opened the book again and placed it by the pillow.

Then he lowered his head and, following the diagram in the book, touched Lu Yi’s lips with his own.

After touching one spot for a while, he would lift his head and turn to the next page, following the book’s instructions, moving from the man’s lips to his sharply defined chin, and then further down, touching the man’s prominent Adam’s apple.

“…”

Those two incredibly soft lips actually enclosed his Adam’s apple.

Lu Yi felt a sudden explosion in his mind. His thoughts twisted into a tangled mess, and he struggled desperately to suppress the urge to swallow.

This devil crawled into his quilt and sat on him in the middle of the night just to do that kind of thing with him?!

Before his emotions could settle, he heard the person on top of him mutter to themselves.

“Why hasn’t he turned into a cut-sleeve yet? Has the Gu not hatched?”

What cut-sleeve?

Lu Yi immediately thought of the worm egg he had spat out, and he suddenly understood.

This devil’s methods were truly despicable!

Unfortunately, Xie Rong was destined for disappointment; he hadn’t swallowed the worm egg at all.

The person on him was still unwilling to give up, lowering their head for another round of rubbing. Their body shifted slightly downward, settling below his abdomen.

Xie Rong adjusted his sitting posture according to the illustrated manual, then suddenly frowned.

“What’s wrong, Host?”

“It doesn’t feel as comfortable sitting now as it did before,” Xie Rong said unhappily.

In fact, he hadn’t been very comfortable sitting on the man’s abdomen earlier either.

It was too hard, like a block of iron all over. If it weren’t for checking the Gu poison, he wouldn’t want to touch it.

“…”

The system fell silent.

Xie Rong didn’t care. He roughly pulled open the collar of Lu Yi’s clothes, and then, following the illustration in the manual, extended a finger and slowly and awkwardly drew circles on the man’s exposed chest skin.

He was growing more and more uncomfortable sitting, so he shifted his backside again.

The night was too dark, and beads of sweat silently trickled down Lu Yi’s forehead.

Perhaps it was too hot, turning his brain into mush.

He was even a little dazed, questioning for the first time the necessary qualities of a Swift Plume Guard.

Did he really spit out that worm egg?

Or did Xie Rong the devil put more than one worm egg in that bowl of rice?

Or perhaps, when Xie Rong kissed his mouth just now, he deliberately used his charm to lure him, and then secretly fed him another one when he wasn’t paying attention?

A cold wind suddenly rushed in through the already dilapidated window frame outside the Low House, jolting Lu Yi awake in the bone-chilling cold.

“Why is he getting cold now?” Xie Rong frowned, touching the man’s slightly cool chin.

The small text in the illustrated manual clearly stated that after cut-sleeves did this and that, they would feel like they were burning in a raging fire, and only by melting into each other could the heat be dispelled.

“Host, the people in the manual are awake,” the system whispered.

“I actually saw that a long time ago,” Xie Rong’s face darkened, and he said sinisterly, “I was just testing how stupid you are.”

“Of course, my Host is the smartest, smartest, smartest!” the white slime fawned.

Xie Rong snorted, casting a downward glance at the man beneath him whose eyes were tightly closed, feeling even more displeased.

He had wasted a trip.

He didn’t care if he woke anyone up. He slapped the man across the face. The frustration in his heart dissipated, and only then did he get off the couch and leave.

The door was casually closed with a muffled thud.

Lu Yi opened his bloodshot eyes and pulled the quilt, which had been tossed aside by that person, back over himself.

He licked his lips. His lips, which had been moist, began to dry and crack after the devil left.

That devil’s lips were surprisingly soft.

Lu Yi’s face showed disgust. Anyone who was climbed on and secretly kissed by a wicked cut-sleeve devil in the middle of the night should feel sick!

Lu Yi vigorously wiped his lips, then tore off a piece of cloth from his cuff, dampened it slightly, and fiercely wiped every spot that person had touched.

After wiping, he leaned against the headboard. Although drowsiness washed over him, he struggled to fall asleep.

He frowned, his heart restless and unable to find relief.

He began to stare blankly into space.

That devil’s lips were truly soft.