After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 20

It felt like the self-heating feather duvet he once slept on, providing a secure corner for him to curl up. The scent of feathers also brought him a sense of security.

As Xinghui’s consciousness gradually returned, he unconsciously curled up and lay on his side. Although he wasn’t fully awake yet, he felt like he was still wrapped in his cozy feather duvet. He nuzzled forward and snuggled into the warmth of the feathers.

Suddenly, Xinghui’s body stiffened, and his pitch-black lifeless eyes finally opened.

Feathers…?

Ignoring the fact that he should be in the desolate star system, the more pressing issue was that burying his face in a feather duvet should not result in having feathers sticking to his lips.

Xinghui propped himself up on the soft feathers beneath him.

He even felt like some fine down had stuck to his lips during his earlier nuzzling.

He reached up to wipe it away, unsure if he succeeded.

The surroundings were entirely dark, and even the fluctuations of spiritual power were invisible.

But these feathers—

The soft, jet-black curls of the little deity, with a small silly tuft in the middle, swayed with his movements.

The voice was calm.

“Yuanyuan?”

“Do you have a habit of eating while sleeping?”

A mocking laugh came from the side. The ‘duvet’ covering him was lifted, leaving only this small piece.

Next to him, Yuanyuan lazily yawned, evidently having also taken a nap.

Sleeping on someone else’s wings.

So, the warmth that comforted him just now was this guy’s body temperature?

Xinghui curled his fingertips unconsciously, expressionless, contemplating his actions of nuzzling and burying himself in the ‘feather duvet.’

This time, he genuinely cursed inwardly.

Damn it, he felt like his dignity as a deity had been seriously undermined!

The little deity, maintaining a composed exterior, struggled internally. Even though his divine dignity suffered a bit in front of Yuanyuan, he did sleep comfortably, and with Yuanyuan’s wing on top of him, it seemed he even took a nibble. Xinghui couldn’t bring himself to give Yuanyuan a stern look.

“Why are you here?”

He even dared to ask?

Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow.

Wasn’t he the one tugging at his clothes and wanting to touch his wings before he passed out?

He looked so obedient while sleeping. Did he wake up just to change his attitude?

Yuanyuan didn’t move, lying on his side on the pillow, watching as his jet-black wings enveloped the equally dark little deity.

The pale face was flushed from the rising heat, and even the ear tips were blushing.

Sleeping on him was so hard to accept?

Yuanyuan chuckled, deliberately speaking up.

“Regardless, you’re a deity and a hero. Bringing me back all cooled down, don’t I have to find a way to warm you up a bit?”

Xinghui couldn’t see his expression, but every time Yuanyuan spoke, there was a sense of falseness. It was as if he was habitually laid-back and somewhat mocking, never speaking seriously.

Xinghui wondered how he developed such a personality.

Realizing that Huan Yun had been rescued, Xinghui felt relieved. He couldn’t help but show a faint smile, but quickly suppressed it. He sat up, feeling the surrounding warmth quickly dissipate. Xinghui, accustomed to this, spoke in a tone that was almost indifferent and casual, or rather, a tone shaped by habit and experience.

“Don’t bother about me next time; just wait until I wake up.”

Yuanyuan’s laughter paused.

As Xinghui just sat up and was about to check his eyes again, his hand was suddenly grabbed, and his body was forcefully pulled backward. A hand quickly reached over and removed something from the corner of his lips.

Unable to see Yuanyuan’s face, Xinghui sensed a hint of mockery in his voice, a demeanor that was both nonchalant and somewhat taunting. It seemed like he was rarely serious.

Xinghui realized something was off. As he tried to adjust his position, he felt his hand being lifted, and his body was pulled backward with force.

A hand swiftly reached over, plucking something from the corner of his lips.

Yuanyuan frowned instinctively and tried to block, but he ended up with nothing in his hand. Xinghui, expressionless, seemed even more annoyed. Yuanyuan turned the little black feather he had just removed into a small ball and casually tossed it away.

At this moment, even he found it hard to muster a smile.

A nameless irritation surfaced.

Suddenly, he realized something.

He sat up straight, making a slight movement.

But Xinghui’s gaze didn’t follow.

Yuanyuan’s face darkened.

He lifted Xinghui’s chin with his fingertips, bringing his face closer, and stared intently into Xinghui’s eyes.

“Is it severe again? Haven’t you recovered yet? How do you usually restore your spiritual power?”

Xinghui had tolerated him for a long time. This time, relying on intuition, he pushed forward and actually managed to push his face away.

Internally, he chuckled. Using a swift and accurate move, Yuanyuan finally stepped back, rubbing his sore nose.

The little deity had taken advantage of this moment to leave the bed.

With a straight posture, a calm expression on his face, and long, dark lashes covering half of his pupils, he tilted his head down even though he couldn’t see. However, he had successfully pushed Yuanyuan’s nose out of place.

A sense of satisfaction surged within him. As Yuanyuan massaged his aching nose, the little deity had taken this opportunity to get out of bed.

Standing tall with a straight back, a serene expression on his face, and his black lashes covering half of his pupils, he tilted his head down slightly.

“Just wait until it gradually recovers.”

“Damn it, it’s condescending. There’s not a hint of the vulnerability he imagined.”

Yuanyuan cursed himself for his previous attitude and released the restrained spiritual power.

“Can you see now?” he asked.

Xinghui tilted his head in confusion. He didn’t understand why Yuanyuan would ask when he had just told him he couldn’t see.

Then Yuanyuan’s spiritual power burst out to the extreme.

Xinghui paused. A flickering red flame appeared in his pitch-black gaze. Initially uneasy, but for the sake of the dignity of a deity, Xinghui instinctively suppressed all his emotions and stared blankly at the flame.

“Do you see it—”

The flame approached him casually.

“On the higher-level star systems, those people are really trash. They can’t even take care of themselves.”

Xinghui lifted his eyelids, sensing something sharp.

“What did the higher-level star systems do?”

“They exhibited the deity’s hair,” Yuanyuan said casually, feeling something off about Xinghui. He continued, “It’s golden, and now the entire alliance knows about it.”

Oh, he understood now. The slightly wrinkled clothes after waking up didn’t match his handsome and arrogant face.

Yuanyuan reached out and started pulling at Xinghui’s clothes.

Xinghui’s heart skipped a beat.

It seemed like Yuanyuan also thought about what would happen if he hadn’t accidentally boarded the demon clan’s airship but sought faith in those lower-level star systems.

Yuanquan was warning him. The entire alliance only recognized one deity, and that was Yuejian. Others wouldn’t receive favor from the alliance, wouldn’t be acknowledged, and wouldn’t gain anything, even if they ran far away just to understand the unease in their hearts.

After living in a place for five years and being with someone for five years, the momentarily shattered high posture of the little deity revealed a hint of vulnerability. His little face drooped, and the stray hairs trembled, covering the embarrassment and fragility.

What to do next?

Xinghui suppressed the unease in his heart, forcibly maintaining composure as he pondered.

What was Yuanyuan’s attitude? Why did he use this tone? Did he believe it or—

The next moment, a tearing sound echoed, and there was a chilly sensation at his lower back.

Xinghui raised his head in bewilderment, and his fingertips followed the direction of the sound, only to find no clothes but the touch of his own spine.

Apparently, the clothes had been torn by some mischievous entity.

Who cared about attitude at a time like this!

Abandoning the melancholy mood and suspicions, Xinghui swiftly turned around. With a graceful movement, his fair fingertips struck towards the lively flame nearby, an embodiment of the infuriated little deity.

“Do demons have a lineage of Huskies or Alaskas with legendary reputations?”

Author’s note:

Yuanyuan: Damn it, I can’t even take care of someone. Watch me!

Ripping clothes in progress.

Xinghui: ??? You mischievous creature!

Me: Hahaha

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Got some things to take care of, and the chapter got delayed a bit.

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