After Sheng Jun Chapter 77 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 77 Sword Merges With Courtyard Snow (part 1)
After Jiang Xingzhi finished speaking, Zhong Ming froze for a moment, a bold guess floating to the surface of his mind.
Surprised yet not daring to be certain, he reached out and pulled at Jiang Xingzhi's clothing ties. With a rustle, the gorgeous and intricate outer robe piled at their feet, and the middle layer also fell down.
Zhong Ming's hand hung suspended in midair, his gaze fixed.
Jiang Xingzhi forcibly endured his shame, standing in place with his eyes closed. After a long while without any movement from the other party, he turned to leave in embarrassed anger, "I, I put on the wrong thing, I'll go back and change..."
A hand swiftly grabbed hold of him.
Zhong Ming pulled him into his embrace in one motion, locking his arms around his waist, grinding his teeth with unsteady breathing, "Wrong about what? Didn't you say it was a surprise for me? When else did you plan to wear it?"
Jiang Xingzhi's entire face was burning hot. His hands pressed against Zhong Ming's heaving chest. Feeling the other's excited emotions, he knew this situation was now irreversible, "So are you surprised?"
"Surprised, extremely surprised." Zhong Ming couldn't hold back, lowering his head to kiss his lips, "I really like it..."
"Mm." Zhong Ming kissed him deeply, as if making up for all the kisses he hadn't gotten enough of during their contract ceremony. Jiang Xingzhi's lower back trembled from the kissing. Though it wasn't their first kiss, this time somehow felt different.
That inner garment not only looked practically nonexistent, the texture felt the same way too.
Jiang Xingzhi could even feel Zhong Ming's rough fingertips through the inner garment. He was like a cat whose fur had been smoothed, unable to detect the approaching danger in the comfortable environment.
Until the hand pressed against his waist tightened—splash! Zhong Ming brought him along, and the two fell together into the hot spring pool behind them.
Water splashed up.
The surrounding water surging up was hot. Jiang Xingzhi had always liked heat sources, so suddenly entering the water caused him no discomfort at all. He even sighed contentedly, "This water temperature is quite comfortable."
Once in the water, the thin hem of the garment floated up, like large patches of cloud floss drifting in the shimmering light.
Zhong Ming reached out to scoop it up, quickly discovering the mystery of this hem, his pupils immediately deepening further. Seeing that he had discovered it, Jiang Xingzhi felt even more embarrassed, grabbing the person's lapel and kissing him, trying to divert his attention.
Zhong Ming's breathing quickened as he cooperated with his kiss.
The water's surface rippled in circles against the pebbles, spreading water marks. The bright red wedding robes also floated on the water's surface, drifting with the waves to the shore, piling together with Jiang Xingzhi's garment.
The equally passionate and excited emotions transmitted to each other through their connected sea of consciousness. Seeing that the timing was about right, Zhong Ming looked down and pinched Jiang Xingzhi's earlobe, "Can we?"
The crimson evening glow reflected in Zhong Ming's eyes.
Jiang Xingzhi was nervous, "Do you, know how to?"
"I've reviewed it many times, don't worry." Zhong Ming soothed his emotions, then pulled his hand over to press against his abs, "Come, poke what you like, relax a bit."
Jiang Xingzhi, "......"
The oddly timed distraction actually did relax him somewhat. He took the opportunity to poke at the other's springy abs, and just as he was poking away happily, a strand of divine consciousness suddenly passed through from his fingertip.
Before he could withdraw his hand, Zhong Ming pressed it down, kissing his forehead and coaxing, "Open your sea of consciousness."
Jiang Xingzhi's heart pounded as he closed his eyes and complied.
With his sea of consciousness opened, Zhong Ming's divine consciousness was as sharp as a sword, breaking through all obstacles as it rushed in. Even with deliberate restraint, the instant it entered the sea of consciousness still made Jiang Xingzhi's divine consciousness tremble.
Inside Jiang Xingzhi's sea of consciousness was a vast expanse of white, all soft fluffy snow.
Though it was a field of white snow, it didn't give a feeling of coldness and aloofness, but rather contained a sense of tolerance and gentleness. After Zhong Ming's divine consciousness entered, it also unconsciously became gentler.
He first brushed past a snowflake to test it, then swept his long sword, stirring up fine snow filling the sky.
The divine consciousness was scorching hot, and wherever it passed, ice and snow melted. That sword body paused for a moment on the thick accumulated snow before being dampened by the melted snow water. The entire sea of consciousness seemed to ripple with the fragrance of fresh snow.
"Xingzhi." In the connected sea of consciousness, Zhong Ming called his name.
In the next moment, their divine consciousnesses merged.
The sword buried in courtyard snow, stirring a pool of spring.
……
Outside the divine consciousness.
The pool water lapped at the shore, creating patches of water marks.
Zhong Ming's large palm wiped away the fine sweat on Jiang Xingzhi's forehead, seeing his entire face flushed bright red. After pausing, he reached out again to pull the person into the cold water side.
The cold water surged in unexpectedly. Jiang Xingzhi gave a shiver, instinctively moving toward the heat source before him in his dazed state. Seeing him hiding in his embrace, Zhong Ming mischievously brought him toward even colder areas.
Jiang Xingzhi's forehead pressed against Zhong Ming's shoulder, his nape curved into a beautiful arc.
Wet hair tangled around Zhong Ming's arm in wisps and strands. Zhong Ming looked down and suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hold on tight."
"What?" Jiang Xingzhi instinctively complied, then felt Zhong Ming's hands loosen as he found the ties floating in the water. He hurriedly pressed down on Zhong Ming's hands, almost sliding down himself, "What are you doing..."
Zhong Ming caught him with one hand, kissing his face, "What? Isn't this how it's used?"
"Yes, but..." "No!"
Jiang Xingzhi was so anxious his eyes were about to brim with water. Zhong Ming stopped, only slowly stroking through with his divine consciousness, "The reward you promised me, have you forgotten?"
Reward? In his muddled state, Jiang Xingzhi finally remembered the reward they had exchanged some days ago: during the contract ceremony, they would completely listen to each other.
Zhong Ming was still asking, "Doesn't count anymore?"
Jiang Xingzhi let out a whimper, "It counts, it counts."
Zhong Ming smiled with satisfaction and tied it on for him. Seeing Jiang Xingzhi's brow furrow, he lowered his head to kiss it smooth again. The water reflected the dense forest leaves around them, their figures seeming to blend into the swaying tree shadows.
After a while, Jiang Xingzhi tried to reach for those ties. His intention was quickly detected by Zhong Ming, and a large palm locked onto him. Jiang Xingzhi bit down on his shoulder, "Un...untie it."
Zhong Ming looked down at him, his Adam's apple rolling, "Do you like me?"
Jiang Xingzhi hurriedly nodded, "I like you."
The hand locking him didn't loosen, "How much do you like me?"
Through hazy tears, Jiang Xingzhi looked up at Zhong Ming. The sky around them had already darkened. Above Zhong Ming's head was a patch of night sky, but that night sky was pitch black—only these eyes gazing at him were filled with stars.
His brain, already unable to think, slowly turned, and Jiang Xingzhi spoke almost without thinking, "I like you very much... it can only be you."
As the words fell, the ties loosened.
Zhong Ming kissed him deeply. Jiang Xingzhi closed his eyes. In the white expanse of his sea of consciousness, brilliant fireworks seemed to explode across the sky, and from those gorgeous fireworks fell a deeply devoted voice.
"I also only love you, Jiang Xingzhi."