After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 92

Even with broken wings, he couldn’t stay still.

 

Although the injury would be enough to heal with two days in the treatment chamber, if not handled properly, the bones might heal incorrectly and would require breaking and re-setting.

 

Couldn’t he take better care of himself and be more cautious?

 

Xinghui thought this but decided not to tease him further in the room.

 

He turned and left the room, heading towards the command center of the starship.

 

For these two days, Yuanyuan should stay quietly in the treatment chamber.

 

During this time, Xinghui planned to quickly learn from the romance novels he had read.

 

In the end, only Yuanyuan would be innocent!

 

Determined to be the best at whatever he did, the little god thought seriously about it.

 

When he got the information from the merman race and looked at the experiments listed, Xinghui remained silent for a moment.

 

“There are too many experimental subjects related to the merman race, from various races, and they were very cautious, only buying those whose sources wouldn’t be traced further. Most of them have died, but there are still many remaining. Many of them are uncertain about how long they will survive due to various experiments. What should we do about these people?”

 

Xiya stood beside Xinghui.

 

“Now that the storm has dissipated and pollution will completely vanish in the next two days, we should first take them back. The wasteland star systems, due to the storm, have many uninhabited planets. Let them stay there for now. Ask their original races if they are willing to return to their own star systems. If they’re not willing, let them stay there for the time being.”

 

These experimental subjects were indeed troublesome, including many dangerous individuals.

 

“Alright, I’ll arrange that. There’s one more thing.”

 

Xiya hesitated for a moment before reporting the information from the demon race.

 

“The small experimental subject you sent to Feng Yu was found dead not far from him.”

 

Xinghui looked up.

 

“These are the related materials.”

 

As Xiya went to arrange the experimental subjects, Xinghui sat down, looking at the documents in his hand.

 

The documents were about 071 and 99.

 

071 was an early experimental subject in the merman race’s lab, while 99 entered later.

 

Even 071 left only fragmentary notes, and 99 left even less.

 

Flipping through the two pages of content felt like flipping through the long life of the subjects.

 

The dark-haired youth leaned against the operation platform. After the matter was resolved, he relaxed, his black military uniform jacket unbuttoned, the collar slightly disheveled, with a delicate collarbone visible from the throat downward.

 

Holding the thin papers, he sighed and pressed them down with other materials.

 

—A life so long but unable to do anything one desires, and without a home, having someone to accompany is also good.

 

The demon race’s starship quickly set off for home.

 

Xinghui returned to his room.

 

Among those who returned from the storm space, he appeared to be in the best condition.

 

But in reality, he was also holding on.

 

After all, his power had greatly diminished. As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

 

When he opened his eyes again, a dark shadow suddenly loomed over him.

 

Before he was fully awake, his hand shot out, slapping the person who was squatting by his bedside.

 

The intruder didn’t block the blow.

 

The slap was crisp and clear.

 

“Don’t you have anything else to say? Just a slap when you come up?”

 

The voice sounded rough and hoarse, mixed with a low, unresolved tone.

 

There was even a hint of grievance.

 

Xinghui: …

 

He propped himself up and turned on the nearby light.

 

The dark room was instantly filled with dim light. The display showed that the starship was still in transit, with a few hours remaining until reaching the Divine Star.

 

Xinghui’s gaze shifted back to the person beside him, and he said softly.

 

“Is there any reason for you to be sitting here in the dark?”

 

Yuanyuan’s breath hitched.

 

In the dim light, his voice sounded soft with a slightly hoarse tail end, and his dark eyes seemed to have warm stars scattered in them.

 

The god had just woken up.

 

With one hand propped beside him and the other resting on his raised leg, he was surrounded by clothes and blankets.

 

His body temperature was low, and even in sleep, it wasn’t warm and suffocating.

 

But it gave off a faint herbal fragrance, subtly alluring.

 

Quite different from his usual serious demeanor.

 

Seeing Xinghui’s reaction, Yuanyuan felt for the first time that he might not be able to handle it.

 

“Is it better now? It’s only been a short time, and you’re already running around?”

 

Xinghui pushed the blanket aside and turned his head, meeting Yuanyuan’s heated breath.

 

In an instant, he was very close.

 

Xinghui’s breath also paused momentarily.

 

Faced with this intensely invasive presence, he instinctively wanted to retreat. But then, he paused in his movement.

 

He had kissed before, and even found it acceptable, but it was still too intimate, and the rarely affectionate little god looked at him with a hint of awkwardness.

 

Those dark red eyes were dangerous, and just as they were about to touch Xinghui’s nose, they stopped.

 

The breath lingered at the edge of his lips, and his nose felt a tickle.

 

He leaned forward—especially innocently touched Xinghui’s forehead with his own.

 

Xinghui: …

 

Just this?

 

Seeing Xinghui squint and retract his head slightly, Yuanyuan tilted his head in doubt. The movement made the stray hair on his head shake.

 

Even though it was rebellious, he had to say—how cute.

 

Yuanyuan thought to himself.

 

“Now that the storm has dissipated, some things can be negotiated, right? Can we have a relationship beyond that of a god and a follower?”

 

He was still relatively honest, staring at Xinghui without stopping, determined to get an answer.

 

“What kind of relationship?”

 

The god looked at him.

 

“Yuanyuan—are you really that incapable?”

 

Not able to get a kiss?

 

In the next moment, Yuanyuan decisively threw away his shyness and persistence, grasping the back of Xinghui’s head and leaning in.

 

From the corner of his lips to his lips and finally to his tongue.

 

Like a starving wolf finally getting food, every touch was savored carefully.

 

Breath was fully claimed, hair was tousled, and Xinghui’s already wrinkled clothes were further pulled aside, leaving only a thinner sleeveless garment. His arms were white and slender, not muscular, but still very beautiful.

 

Yuanyuan was dazzled by this whiteness.

 

His mouth didn’t stop, and his eyes roamed from Xinghui’s face to his skin, unsure where to look.

 

Every part was incredibly fascinating.

 

It was unclear how much time had passed.

 

In the end, Xinghui was left feeling sore, and Yuanyuan pinched his little devil horns for a while before finally letting go.

 

Both of them were breathing more rapidly than usual.

 

Xinghui’s lips were slightly parted, gleaming with moisture and a more vivid color, and his gaze was somewhat hazy.

 

His pale skin had a faint pink tint, and his black hair was slightly damp with sweat.

 

In this small room, where the god had never shown a hint of panic even in the worst situations, he now looked a bit disheveled.

 

This was a level of disarray only Yuanyuan could see.

 

As they looked at each other, Xinghui noticed that Yuanyuan’s eyes were shining with excitement, reflecting his thoughts. If his eyes were green, they might resemble fierce wolves in the dark.

 

Despite considering himself excellent in theory, his stamina was still a major issue. Indeed, he was struggling a bit. Xinghui subtly moved back, his slender, white neck creating a curve leading to his jawline. At this moment, Yuanyuan leaned closer, less reckless than before, pressing his cheek against Xinghui’s and lowering his voice to his ear.

 

“Can you feel it?”

 

He leaned forward, his tall demon frame completely overshadowing the black-haired youth by the bed. Yuanyuan’s eyes were very secretive as he glanced at Xinghui.

 

Then he smiled, eager to try.

 

“Shall we try?”

 

The three words exploded in Xinghui’s ear. He held Yuanyuan’s hand, glancing at the time.

 

“There are two hours until arrival. In another half hour, I need to leave the room and go to the command center to prepare for landing. Someone will come to call.”

 

Yuanyuan’s madness seemed out of place for the current time.

 

“For the first time, I’ve heard it’s coming soon.”

 

What nonsense is this?

 

Xinghui couldn’t hold back and kicked him.

 

“Stop talking nonsense before your injury is healed.”

 

“Isn’t it better to see if it’s nonsense or not?”

 

Yuanyuan still leaned in, dissatisfied with Xinghui’s refusal. Clearly, he felt Xinghui was a bit heated, yet things didn’t go as smoothly as he expected.

 

“Can’t you handle it after one time?”

 

One time?

 

Xinghui instinctively spoke up.

 

“And you?”

 

The two of them looked at each other for a moment.

 

Xinghui: …

 

The god immediately hid his hand and couldn’t help but swear.

 

“Stop smiling. Your mouth is almost stretching to the back of your ears!”

 

Yuanyuan lifted Xinghui’s face with his hand.

 

He gently touched and loved it.

 

So cute, wanting to call him wife—

 

Xinghui finally woke up a bit from his half-dreamy state and someone’s breath.

 

He realized something was off.

 

This person probably had some issues before, always thinking he preferred his demon horns and wings. Every time they did something, the wings had to be shown for attention. But today, there was no sign of Yuanyuan’s wings behind him.

 

Xinghui was puzzled.

 

He reached out and grabbed Yuanyuan’s collar, pulling him closer.

 

“Are your wings healed?”

 

“They are healed.”

 

Yuanyuan clearly hesitated for a moment.

 

“Let me see.”

 

“Why do you need to see them? Just look at me.”

 

Yuanyuan was unexpectedly evasive, not letting Xinghui’s fingertips touch his back.

 

Something was off.

 

Xinghui’s brows furrowed, his previously relaxed demeanor tensing up again as he propped himself up.

 

“Yuanyuan, let me see your wings. What’s wrong with them? Is it serious? Don’t hide. Why are you avoiding it?”

 

“It’s really nothing,” Yuanyuan said seriously. “You can’t expect me to just kiss you and then tell me you like my wings more than me, right?”

 

After saying this, he grinned, trying to brush it off.

 

“Yuanyuan.”

 

The more serious Yuanyuan was, the more serious Xinghui became.

 

The young man’s sharp gaze became intimidating, his expression like when he was aiming at those Alliance guys, making Yuanyuan’s heart race, and it was even more direct and intense than before.

 

“Wings.”

 

Yuanyuan’s expression fell, and he clicked his tongue.

 

He sat at the edge of Xinghui’s bed, lowering his head, lifting his eyelids, his voice muffled.

 

“Do you really want to see?”

 

Xinghui nodded.

 

“Alright—”

 

Yuanyuan seemed to grind his back teeth.

 

The wings, usually so proud and boastful, slowly unfolded from Yuanyuan’s back.

 

The bones and other aspects had healed well, and the flexibility was quite good, but—

 

Xinghui’s eyes widened—

 

The originally sleek black wings were now pocked with patches.

 

It wasn’t the kind of pockmarked appearance from lacking flesh or bones.

 

It was as if the feathers had been pulled out, with the most severe areas exposing the skin beneath.

 

These wings—

 

Bald, like a molting bird?

 

Yuanyuan hadn’t dared to turn around from the moment he had turned to spread his wings, as if not looking would make Xinghui not see.

 

From his back, it was clear he was sulking.

 

“Have you seen enough? Understand it now?”

 

Yuanyuan’s voice was even gloomier.

 

Before Xinghui could respond, the wings that had hesitated to show themselves instantly retracted.

 

Yuanyuan didn’t turn around but slowly looked back, his expression flat, meeting Xinghui’s gaze.

 

Those dark red eyes seemed to be observing Xinghui’s reaction.

 

Xinghui: …

 

To be honest, Xinghui found it hard to maintain his composure.

 

Even though he was used to acting aloof, he was still struggling to keep it together.

 

“How did your wings get so bald?”

 

The word “bald” made Yuanyuan’s gaze turn even more resentful.

 

His eyes seemed to say: Why did you have to see? Why couldn’t you just leave it alone?

 

“The wings broke, along with the bones and flesh. The wounds needed to be cleaned of storm pollution. The treatment chamber can heal the bones and flesh, but it can’t do anything about the hair and feathers, so they’re like this.”

 

He would have to wait for the feathers to grow back slowly.

 

The more he spoke, the more dissatisfied Yuanyuan became.

 

“With the speed at which I shed feathers, it will take at most five days.”

 

If Xinghui waited for five days, he wouldn’t even notice the baldness.

 

“Pfft—”

 

Xinghui finally couldn’t hold back. He covered his face with his hand, his shoulders shaking slightly.

 

Mainly because the impact of the earlier scene was too strong. After realizing Yuanyuan was fine, seeing his resentful look was just too funny. Who could hold back from laughing?!

 

He had tried his best, okay?

 

Yuanyuan had a knowing expression, reaching to pull Xinghui’s hand away, but then his movements froze.

 

The black-haired youth laughed so hard that his body shook slightly, his eyes crinkling, his dark eyes bright. He rested his chin on his hand, laughing with a new kind of easy and radiant lightness.

 

Xinghui could literally shine, but at that moment, Yuanyuan felt that even though Xinghui wasn’t glowing, he was still sparkling.

 

Yuanyuan held Xinghui’s wrist, looking at him over and over, and couldn’t help but laugh as well.

 

Xinghui let him hold his wrist.

 

“Do we wait for the feathers to grow back?”

 

“Yeah, it’ll be soon.”

 

Xinghui nodded, thinking of something.

 

“I heard that supplementing with more nutrients can make the feathers softer and more comfortable to touch. Is that true?”

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

He watched as Xinghui lightly grasped his fingers, seemingly recalling the sensation of touching his wings.

 

“How can it be more comfortable? Softer? Do you want to try? It’s only for a few days.”

 

Xinghui’s attitude was a bit eager.

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

Alright!

 

You still say you don’t like touching his fluffy wings!

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: Wife, my wings are bald, don’t want to show.

 

Xinghui: Bald, so pitiful, haha.

 

*

 

Let’s laugh at the bald Yuanyuan together, hahahaha.

 

Sorry for the delay. The middle part was quite tricky to write, but it should be okay now.

 

Let me take a look. If there are no issues, I’ll continue with more sweetness tonight.

 

Good night, everyone.