After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 67

Xinghui remained still, only squinting those dark eyes.

 

In the dim light outside the window, his beautiful eyes glowed slightly, as if contemplating the meaning behind the words.

 

Yuanyuan waited patiently for a moment, watching as Xinghui gave a slight nod.

 

The little deity even moved closer, making it easier for Yuanyuan to handle things later.

 

He still didn’t speak, but somehow gave off a very obedient impression.

 

He even forgot about his high body temperature.

 

Yuanyuan licked his lips and walked gracefully to the bedside.

 

The overheated divine fragment spun around in the air. After everything that had happened, the fragment had become somewhat less wary of Yuanyuan. Seeing Yuanyuan sitting properly by the bed, the now larger divine fragment hesitated and circled Yuanyuan before looking at Xinghui again.

 

Xinghui seemed to notice its movements and looked up, attempting to retrieve it from the air.

 

The overheated divine fragment thought:……

 

The light golden gem-like fragment suddenly ascended, moving just out of Xinghui’s reach.

 

Alright, alright. Seeing that Yuanyuan was still a dutiful and obedient believer, it would let him take care of Xinghui for now.

 

The divine fragment aimed for the nearby water basin, rubbed against Xinghui’s fingertips once more, and then flew out without hesitation.

 

You don’t know what it’s been through these days!

 

It’s like being boiled in hot water, with Xinghui roasting the fragment!

 

It’s just as deadly, and it needs to cool off!

 

The fragment was unusually humanized.

 

Yuanyuan glanced at the divine fragment, which never left Xinghui’s side but was now afraid to enter his body, and thought about this.

 

After interrogating Yuejian, most of the Demon Clan had speculated about the origin of the divine fragment.

 

However, since Xinghui couldn’t respond to their discussions, many decisions that required Xinghui’s direct input were continually delayed, and they couldn’t accurately understand the true situation of the divine fragment.

 

Xinghui preferred to huddle in the corner, covering his head. Therefore, when he was alone in the room, the curtains were usually drawn, making the room not very bright. Yuanyuan reached out and turned on the main lights.

 

The brightness of the light momentarily blinded Xinghui. He squinted and then looked at Yuanyuan. After a moment, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand, and seriously tried to tuck the tuft of hair on his head, which he had long since given up hiding, back into his hair.

 

But after several attempts, Xinghui couldn’t successfully hide the shortened tuft of hair.

 

Yuanyuan noticed the little deity’s eyes gradually losing their light and looked at him coldly. With the “ice pack” having flown away, the little deity grew increasingly irritated, not only from the heat but also from the annoyance of his own tuft of hair.

 

This was really troublesome.

 

This illness was not just taking Xinghui’s life but also Yuanyuan’s.

 

Yuanyuan quickly reached out, touched Xinghui’s skin, and placed the temperature-measuring device.

 

The temperature was still very high. It hadn’t decreased much over these days, but it was much better than before.

 

The temperature at his fingertips was still very hot.

 

Would there really be no problems?

 

Yuanyuan was still very worried, but the measures taken by the Demon Clan had little effect on the deity. The deity’s constitution was indeed different from theirs, leaving them only to worry anxiously.

 

He hadn’t noticed that Xinghui’s gaze had shifted from his face to his fingertips.

 

Just as the Demon Clan touched him, his fingertips felt cool.

 

It was very comfortable.

 

The little deity lowered his eyelids.

 

No wonder he let the “ice pack” escape. This must be the new ice pack.

 

“You may need to rest for a few more days,” Yuanyuan said softly.

 

The frustration caused by Xinghui’s situation had been spent over these days.

 

Seeing Xinghui’s discomfort made Yuanyuan uncomfortable as well.

 

He was about to sit up.

 

But the next moment, Xinghui, quick on the uptake, used his cleverness.

 

At the moment Yuanyuan, the tall Demon Clan member, stood up without support, Xinghui grabbed Yuanyuan’s wrist.

 

He released his mental power, fiercely stirring their faith connection. Yuanyuan, caught off guard, fell forward and ended up lying on Xinghui’s body.

 

Xinghui didn’t stop.

 

With a flick of his hand, he threw the special material blanket, which had the ambition to cover the large Demon Clan member entirely. Xinghui even tried to adjust Yuanyuan’s position, making the “ice pack” fit more comfortably under the blanket.

 

Even though the special heat-dissipating blanket had been wrapped around Xinghui for several days, Yuanyuan, with his head covered, was directly immersed in the unique herbal fragrance from Xinghui’s body. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling his pores open up, and the heat surged up.

 

He had just eaten fruit that lowers body temperature before coming and had soaked in cold water for a long time.

 

So when he approached, Xinghui, who could sense the heat source quickly, didn’t avoid him at all.

 

He even seriously considered how to get this big ice block into his blanket.

 

Now, having successfully executed his plan, the little deity, like a fisherman who had caught fish, tightly pulled the blanket, pressed down on Yuanyuan, and instinctively found his weak point. He raised his beautiful hand and decisively grasped Yuanyuan’s small demon horns.

 

Yuanyuan’s posture had him almost facing Xinghui, and he was nearly pinned under Xinghui’s body.

 

No matter how much the temperature was lowered, certain parts under him began to react. Yuanyuan remained still, almost holding his breath while watching Xinghui.

 

The little beautiful deity seemed completely unaware of the dangerous action he had taken.

 

His delicate face was just getting closer and closer, and under the influence of Yuanyuan’s body temperature and the Demon Clan’s strong aggression, Xinghui’s eyes finally seemed to clear a bit.

 

“… Yuanyuan?”

 

The deity’s cold voice, tinged with the hoarseness of high fever, in the bright room, shouldn’t have been so filled with intimacy, but given the current situation—

 

Yuanyuan was pulled into the blanket by Xinghui. His tall body was somewhat awkwardly curled up against Xinghui’s, while the little deity confidently nestled against him, his slender waist controlled subtly by Yuanyuan’s hand. One hand gripped Yuanyuan’s dark hair, and the other held his demon horns. Their faces were close, as if about to share a kiss.

 

Yuanyuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

The color in his eyes deepened.

 

“You say.”

 

At this moment, Xinghui’s mind was still somewhat hazy.

 

To be precise, his energy had been focused on eliminating the remnants of storm energy left in his body after facing the storm.

 

This was somewhat similar to how weaker races fall ill.

 

Only those races have immune system issues and can’t handle such strain, but Xinghui was different. Although outwardly fragile and easily harmed by various physical aspects of the starry world, he was able to counteract forces. Now, apart from the discomfort of the swirling energies within him, there were no other effects.

 

Once Xinghui’s mental power completely dispersed the storm’s force, he wouldn’t need much recovery time and would quickly return to his previous state.

 

But for now, Xinghui was still dizzy and disoriented.

 

Although he recognized the person in front of him as Yuanyuan, the name was just a code.

 

Xinghui thought confidently: This face is called Yuanyuan, what does it have to do with the ice pack in his arms?

 

Moreover, what made Xinghui feel comfortable was that even after being embraced like this, the coolness from Yuanyuan was continually transferring to him.

 

Unlike the quickly warming ice packs before.

 

Xinghui: I kind of like it.

 

The deity didn’t respond, only continuing to press closer to Yuanyuan.

 

Yuanyuan finally couldn’t bear it anymore, looking at Xinghui’s face almost touching his own.

 

He gently turned his head, his lips brushing past Xinghui’s cheek.

 

It was already a kiss.

 

It was truly torturous.

 

Especially for a vigorous young man.

 

Not to mention, the person he loved was in his arms.

 

The person he loved—Yuanyuan was now more certain than ever that he was both his faith and his beloved.

 

Before meeting Xinghui, Yuanyuan had never been interested in the idea of another person standing by his side. For the first time, he experienced all kinds of sensations burning intensely with every move made by one person.

 

“Xinghui.”

 

His voice grew even more hoarse.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Xinghui vaguely heard his name and turned to look at him.

 

Under the strong light, the young man’s profile appeared even more exquisite, with long, thick lashes casting shadows. The proximity allowed Yuanyuan to see the glinting light at the tips of Xinghui’s lashes.

 

“It’s cool here too. You should try—”

 

He finally couldn’t hold back and moved closer.

 

Xinghui skeptically lowered his head and pressed closer.

 

It was indeed very cool.

 

And the familiar scent made him feel at ease and somewhat pleased.

 

The deity released his grip on Yuanyuan’s hair, and in this comforting atmosphere, his body became a bit softer.

 

But his face remained close.

 

The next moment, as if granted permission.

 

The hungry wolf encountering meat, Yuanyuan pounced without hesitation, voraciously and fiercely.

 

Even in his somewhat dazed state, Xinghui was naturally proactive, never passively pushed forward. Facing such advances, even though he felt confused and nervous inside, he still pressed forward.

 

Until Xinghui could no longer resist, his fingers tightened, his nails pressing slightly on Yuanyuan’s demon horns.

 

The demon’s horns were sensitive. Being pinched like this, Yuanyuan finally snapped back to his senses, gasping in cold air and looking up at Xinghui.

 

Meanwhile, the little deity’s eyes were reddening, his lips flushed, and his porcelain-white cheeks blushing faintly. His pale skin, combined with his dark hair, lashes, and eye contours, was extraordinarily beautiful.

 

Without any emotional involvement, guided purely by instinct, Xinghui felt that what was supposed to be a nice ice pack was now getting warm in some places.

 

The deity was very displeased.

 

He kneeled against Yuanyuan.

 

“Don’t get warm!”

 

The tone was an authoritative command to the “ice pack.”

 

Yuanyuan gasped again.

 

Fu—ck!!.

 

At a time like this, is it as simple as saying “don’t get warm” and it won’t?!

 

The little deity adjusted his position and, feeling comfortable, became a bit drowsy.

 

“And don’t move either.”

 

He lifted his eyes, his pitch-black gaze fixed on Yuanyuan in warning.

 

Then, finding a spot in Yuanyuan’s embrace, he curled up. Previously, Xinghui sought comfort by curling up in a corner, but now he nestled against Yuanyuan’s chest, safely closing his eyes.

 

Yuanyuan froze, indeed not moving. After a long while, he couldn’t help but lick the corner of his mouth.

 

He looked at Xinghui, whose hair was disheveled, his little cowlick sticking up, and who had already fallen asleep comfortably in his arms.

 

He’s already asleep?

 

This is really torturous.

 

But if it’s torturous, so be it.

 

He didn’t mind.

 

When the divine fragment finally returned from cooling in the water source outside, it was fully prepared, only to find the large light in the room was on, and the treacherous demon was nowhere to be seen. Xinghui was asleep on him, hugging him, resting peacefully in his warmth.

 

The divine fragment hovered in the air, confused, and found no place to squeeze in.

 

divine fragment: ???

 

This doesn’t make sense. It was only gone for a short while—where’s its spot? Where’s its spot?!

 

No one said it would be abandoned just for taking a short break!

 

The fragment circled around in frustration and finally found Yuanyuan’s head, and knocked on it with a thump.

 

This treacherous and despicable demon!

 

*

 

When Xinghui woke up again, groggily propping himself up from the blanket, he first squinted at the bright light from the overhead lamp.

 

His head was still a bit dizzy. Though he had woken up, he felt an exhaustion as if he hadn’t slept in a long time. His body temperature had returned to normal, still on the cooler side, and the hot surroundings made him somewhat comfortable.

 

Xinghui finally noticed something was wrong.

 

Where was the heat coming from?

 

Xinghui gathered his thoughts and looked up from where he had propped himself.

 

He met a pair of fiery crimson eyes and a messy head of black hair.

 

The divine fragment, not giving up, had been knocking on Yuanyuan’s head for an unknown length of time.

 

Xinghui: Scared!

 

The little deity sprang up, stumbling backward a bit.

 

The slender, handsome young man’s hair was still a bit tousled from just waking up. With a hint of disbelief in his eyes, his brow furrowed, quickly returning to his usual cold demeanor.

 

“Why are you here?”

 

Don’t you remember?

 

Yuanyuan, feeling tortured by the uncomfortable Xinghui, could barely stand. It felt like the demon horns on his head were numb from Xinghui’s rough handling.

 

He used so much force; perhaps he left marks on his demon horns?

 

Yuanyuan casually picked up a nearby pillow.

 

Although the demon’s physique was strong and the divine fragment’s actions had no significant effect on him, the constant knocking was as annoying as a mosquito buzzing in his ear.

 

He aimed at the divine fragment, pressing a pillow over it, successfully pinning it underneath.

 

Then, the tall demon got up. The cooling effect of the fruit he had eaten before had worn off.

 

As soon as he approached, Xinghui felt a wave of heat.

 

With his long arms stretched out, Yuanyuan almost gathered him within reach.

 

“Don’t you remember?”

 

Remember—what?

 

Xinghui hesitated.

 

During his sleep, he probably resolved a major issue concerning his beloved, and he felt a sense of relief. Many fragments of memory replayed in his mind, mixed with some inexplicable images.

 

Xinghui:!

 

Yuanyuan wore a refined smile.

 

He supported himself on one side of Xinghui, waiting for him to react.

 

He indeed could barely restrain himself.

 

He wanted to get even closer, not just as a more intimate follower than others.

 

Perhaps due to his innate mischief and lack of faith in the abyss deity before, he was bold enough to reach for the stars, wanting to embrace them.

 

Now that part of the issue seemed resolved, everything wasn’t so urgent anymore. The starry world was returning to a state of recovery, and the emotions that had been suppressed due to various urgent matters were finally surfacing.

 

“Lord Deity, since arriving here, haven’t I been rather passive?”

 

Xinghui pulled him closer, and as Xinghui proactively snuggled up to him, he was merely fulfilling the deity’s wishes, expressing his greed and affection.

 

Xinghui’s expression changed slightly.

 

After a moment, he finally looked at Yuanyuan.

 

“Do you like men?”

 

In the advanced interstellar era, Xinghui had encountered such matters before, but he hadn’t expected that Yuanyuan seemed not to be entirely straight.

 

He had always regarded this person as his most capable and trusted first believer, someone he believed was meticulous in thought.

 

When did this start—?

 

Even though Xinghui was now awake, he couldn’t process the situation.

 

Yuanyuan observed Xinghui’s reaction closely. He noticed that even though Xinghui was recalling their previous close moments, his expression only slightly changed, showing no disgust. Yuanyuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

 

He told himself that to embrace the stars, one must proceed gradually.

 

But he hadn’t expected to feel this nervous.

 

“And you?”

 

“I—”

 

Xinghui’s thoughts were interrupted.

 

Looking at the tall demon before him, curled up in the corner of the bed as if disguising a fierce beast with retracted claws.

 

Especially the eagerness in those dark red eyes.

 

Xinghui instinctively avoided eye contact.

 

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

 

Moreover, no one has ever thought of falling in love with a deity, right?!

 

Although there had been some absurd literary works in the Alliance, historically, who would actually—

 

Xinghui mentally shouted.

 

Is this guy out of his mind or something??

 

“I don’t need an answer right now. Do you dislike it?”

 

Although Xinghui was unsure of what was going on in Yuanyuan’s head, he reflected on the fragmented memories and feelings in his mind.

 

The deity straightened his back, feeling he couldn’t be hesitant about such matters. His divine dignity had to remain intact!

 

And thinking back, it was indeed quite pleasant.

 

“I don’t dislike it.”

 

But still—this is strange from any angle!

 

Xinghui didn’t dare to look directly into Yuanyuan’s eyes, feeling as if the emotions in them could burn him.

 

Yet, the innocent little deity, who had never considered such matters, tried hard to maintain his composure, feeling he couldn’t let this person look down on him.

 

“It’s okay.”

 

Yuanyuan wanted to get closer and ask more, but the divine fragment finally emerged from beneath the pillow.

 

It had obviously heard Yuanyuan’s words and seen his actions of getting closer. It became furious and acted quickly.

 

The fragment’s light flashed suddenly as it swiftly flew between them.

 

No more snuggling! Separate!

 

After completing its task, it zoomed back into Xinghui’s embrace.

 

Don’t hold him, hold me!

 

Hold me with both hands, don’t leave this treacherous demon a single hand!

 

Xinghui embraced the divine fragment.

 

Yuanyuan clicked his tongue.

 

At that moment, his communicator rang.

 

“Boss? How is the deity today? We’ve been monitoring the situation on the Alliance and found some irregularities.”

 

Xinghui quickly composed himself, got out of bed, grabbed his military uniform, and turned on the communicator.

 

After so many days, the demon finally heard their deity’s cold and calm voice.

 

“I’m fine now. Head to the command center immediately and prepare your report.”

 

“Understood!”

 

The response came quickly from the other side.

 

Though the demon sounded a bit skeptical.

 

It seemed the deity’s voice wasn’t quite right—wasn’t he rested?

 

It sounded a bit hoarse, and he spoke much faster.

 

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Author’s Note:

 

Yuanyuan: Snuggle! Wife, wife, the wife is being proactive! And why is there such a bright lightbulb around at a time like this?

 

Divine Fragment: Not only did it steal my position but also wants to take Xinghui away. This demon is so annoying!

 

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Little update~

 

Still busy going out, plus the cough continues, but the medicine is working, and I’m feeling much better. I’ll continue to work hard tomorrow. Love you all!