After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 93

It’s rare to see Yuanyuan with this expression. 

 

He appears a bit exasperated, but more than that, he’s helpless. 

 

Yuanyuan has always looked somewhat fierce. From the first time Xinghui met him until now, he has never shown a hint of helplessness. No matter what he’s doing, whether facing the Abyss or a storm, he always appears very reliable.

 

At this moment, sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression truly resembles that of a bald, small bird with drooping wings.

 

Moreover, this bald bird has just entered the mating season, and his wings are already bald—thinking about it makes it even more frustrating.

 

In the end, Yuanyuan’s voice is muffled, but he remains close to Xinghui, wrapping him in his arms.

 

“Do whatever you want.”

 

There’s no harm in Xinghui liking his wings; after all, the wings belong to him. Xinghui would still need to ask if he wanted to touch them.

 

The tall demon thinks this way, tightening his embrace.

 

He is taller than Xinghui, and at this moment, it’s like a dragon who has found its favorite treasure, clutching it to its chest.

 

His face is still down, resting on Xinghui’s shoulder and neck.

 

Even though he’s so large, he manages to convey a completely aggrieved aura.

 

But as soon as he thinks about how he’s bald, the grievance is overwhelming.

 

Xinghui can’t help but laugh even more.

 

But he hasn’t forgotten the main issue.

 

“Are there any scars on other parts of your body?”

 

“No, other places just look a bit severe but don’t have major wounds, so there won’t be scars.”

 

Yuanyuan lets Xinghui pull at his clothes to examine him.

 

This is the truth. Besides the wings where the bones are connected to a layer of skin, which made it look severe and led to the feathers falling out, other injuries are mostly internal and healed, leaving only temporary weakness.

 

So Yuanyuan is quite open about it. Seeing that Xinghui is still not convinced and continues to pull at his clothes, he straightforwardly tugs at his collar, quickly unfastening a few buttons to let Xinghui check.

 

His waist and abdomen are slender, with smooth, well-defined muscles, not overly rugged, and with perfect proportions—slim waist and long legs.

 

Of course, there are also those two points that Xinghui noticed at a glance before but had forgotten over time.

 

They are indeed—particularly pink!

 

Direct hit.

 

Xinghui:……

 

There’s no defense at all, which is somewhat stimulating. Although they are both men and it’s not revealing anything, seeing Yuanyuan like this feels off. The black-haired young man’s lashes keep fluttering gently.

 

His hand, gripping Yuanyuan’s clothes, trembles slightly.

 

In the dim light, the atmosphere becomes somewhat ambiguous.

 

Yuanyuan even smiles, deliberately getting closer. His muscles slightly bulge with his approach, from his collarbone to his abdomen, the lines are smooth and his muscles are beautiful. He even tries to guide Xinghui’s hand to his body.

 

“Take a look, isn’t there any scar left?”

 

Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, even though his wings are missing, he’s trying hard to impress the little deity in other ways.

 

From head to toe, even the hairs seem to be saying: “Look at me, I’ll still dazzle you!”

 

Clearly, he’s never been in a relationship before. Even the person he likes is someone new this year, and he doesn’t know that emphasizing certain things too much can seem greasy.

 

But because of the storm and Xinghui’s attitude, he’s been holding back for a long time. Now, he’s like a young man trying to please his beloved, focusing only on showing off.

 

Xinghui:……

 

Fortunately, all the issues have been resolved, and Yuanyuan managed to maintain his composure until the end. Otherwise, if he had acted like this before, Xinghui would have thought he was crazy.

 

But his fingertips touched something unusual. Xinghui frowned and leaned closer, using the light to see a long scar near Yuanyuan’s chest on his side.

 

The scar has healed, leaving a pitted, lighter-colored mark. Although it’s old, you can still vaguely see the severity of the wound, as if something sharp had slashed into Yuanyuan’s side.

 

“When did this happen—”

 

As Xinghui’s fingers traced the scar, Yuanyuan noticed where he was touching.

 

The demon, who had been trying to attract attention, immediately withdrew and tried to cover up.

 

“Yuanyuan.”

 

Xinghui raised his eyes to look at him.

 

Yuanyuan met Xinghui’s gaze, clicking his tongue. He truly can’t stand Xinghui looking at him with that expression.

 

“It’s from a fight when I was young. The conditions were poor back then, and I couldn’t get proper treatment. The wound was troublesome, and even after using the healing chamber, it still left a scar.”

 

He spoke about it with a calm expression, as if the scar wasn’t on him but belonged to someone else.

 

“Don’t focus on this. It’s just a scar from when I was a child. You have a keen eye.”

 

Yuanyuan’s tone is casual, and he even displays his bald wings to amuse Xinghui.

 

Xinghui’s lips are pressed together, and his fingertips linger on the scar, looking somewhat downcast.

 

Such a severe injury, especially in this place—Xinghui wonders how Yuanyuan survived.

 

The demon’s survival has always been difficult.

 

Xinghui knows this, but he doesn’t have a clear concept of it.

 

“Hey—”

 

Xinghui hears Yuanyuan’s soft sigh, his fingertip gently brushing Xinghui’s hair, and his wings wrapping around Xinghui.

 

“Letting you check wasn’t meant to make you feel bad, Xingxing.”

 

Who’s ‘Xingxing’?

 

Such boldness.

 

Xinghui thinks to himself but doesn’t speak.

 

Then he hears Yuanyuan’s voice: “Touch somewhere else. It’s better to touch somewhere else—”

 

He grabs Xinghui’s hand, which was resting on his scar, and tries to move it to another place.

 

Annoyed, Xinghui pulls him closer.

 

The black-haired young man tilts his head slightly, his breath already on Yuanyuan’s lips.

 

“Don’t speak.”

 

Especially when he feels pained for him.

 

Xinghui has slightly lifted himself, biting Yuanyuan’s lower lip.

 

Then he moves aimlessly and awkwardly closer.

 

Forceful, active.

 

But clumsy.

 

Yuanyuan lets out a soft groan, seemingly taken aback for a moment, then the storm intensifies.

 

This time, before Xinghui feels it’s enough, there’s a gentle knock on the door.

 

“Boss? Lord deity? It’s almost time. You—”

 

Before the person outside can finish, a dull thud is heard.

 

Then Yuanyuan’s slightly hoarse voice: “We’ll be out in a moment.”

 

The outside goes quiet again.

 

Xinghui pushes himself up from Yuanyuan’s embrace, glancing at the pillow that had been thrown against the door.

 

The person beside him is still not satisfied and has come back.

 

Quite irritable.

 

Xinghui covers his face, feeling his lips burn.

 

“Enough, we’re almost there.”

 

The other demons are working in the command room, and it’s not appropriate for them to fool around in the room.

 

Yuanyuan’s breathing is rough, pressing against Xinghui, trying to calm down.

 

After the storm subsided, Xinghui’s attitude changed noticeably, and with his active response, Yuanyuan couldn’t control himself.

 

But Yuanyuan still smiles, unable to help himself.

 

Thanking the end of the storm for giving him a wife.

 

Thank you, thank you.

 

“Is it that hard to bear?”

 

It was just a kiss. Although Xinghui felt it too, the excitement he experienced was not as intense as Yuanyuan’s.

 

But after all, his constitution is different from ordinary people.

 

At this moment, Yuanyuan, faced with Xinghui’s probing gaze, still couldn’t help but advance, guiding his hand to places it shouldn’t go.

 

His breath is also hushed, pressing against Xinghui’s ear. Sweat has drenched the roots of his temples, a few strands tangling around his small demon horns. The warm yellow light seems to trickle in gently, flowing quietly.

 

“You might have heard that demons are more indulgent and more respectful of desires than other races?”

 

Xinghui hasn’t fully processed the touch yet.

 

“I was almost suffocating from the teasing just now.”

 

Xinghui was startled and instinctively tightened his grip.

 

“Ah—be gentle, Xingxing, be gentle—”

 

How can he be so bold? So unrestrained?

 

Xinghui feels the heat rising to his ears. Despite being the one who has read more romance novels, he’s losing to this innocent, bald little bird?

 

Is it that he can’t keep up with the demon’s thought process, or is this person just too fast?

 

He has already turned and quickly left the bed, straightening his wrinkled clothes and casually grabbing his military jacket.

 

The black-haired deity seems to have regained his composure but looks back at Yuanyuan, who is still sitting on the bed. His expression is much softer.

 

“Get up.”

 

Yuanyuan is still shirtless from the waist up, propped up on his arms, with his legs raised, slightly curled to cover himself. His dark red eyes move from Xinghui’s face to the pocket of his military uniform, then back to the exhausted Yuanyuan.

 

“We’ve kissed, so we need to be clear about things. It’s not too late to talk things over before we go out. We can’t kiss and then act like it didn’t happen.”

 

And regarding what happened just now, there’s no formal status.

 

Xinghui has already grabbed his demon horns and gave them a little squeeze.

 

The black-haired young man stands by the bed, eyes lowered.

 

“——Stop being so coquettish, boyfriend.”

 

Yuanyuan paused for a moment, then suddenly perked up, joy evident on his face.

 

Xinghui doesn’t want to waste more time tangling with him on the spaceship. He opens the door and quickly slips out.

 

When Xinghui leans against the door, blinking, his hair fluffing up, he can’t help but touch his own hot ears.

 

His heart was racing when he admitted it, and he didn’t have time to see Yuanyuan’s expression before leaving. Now, he’s so emotionally stirred that he just wants to find a corner to calm down and maybe roll around a bit before looking at Yuanyuan’s expression again.

 

In the end, Xinghui couldn’t resist. He stands up, adjusts his collar, and hides his face in it to cover most of his cheeks and ears to calm his emotions. Before he could settle down, the door behind him was already opened.

 

Xinghui, with only his black eyes visible, makes eye contact with Yuanyuan.

 

Xinghui:……

 

The little deity only reveals his beautiful eyes, with his hair fluffing up and showing some bewilderment.

 

Yuanyuan’s fingertips are twitching: So cute!

 

*

 

When Xinghui and Yuanyuan arrive at the command room, there is only an hour left before landing.

 

The surrounding demons don’t seem to realize the changes between Yuanyuan and Xinghui yet. They find the situation between the two a bit strange but quickly set those thoughts aside and look at Xinghui with some anticipation as he takes a seat in the command room.

 

Xinghui doesn’t understand what they’re thinking, but when he looks at the screen for a moment, he is stunned.

 

The divine star has changed dramatically in just a few days.

 

Although the vegetation and animals haven’t grown yet, the pollution has receded, and even the barren star system’s environment is starting to improve. The demons can now move about freely, building and creating without worrying too much about the unpredictable natural disasters and pollution.

 

“Stellar Star has always had a tradition of festivals. The demons used to have them too, but there are no records or presence anymore. The end of the storm is a matter worth celebrating, so we decided to establish today as a new holiday, called Deity’s Day. Not only for us but for all races under your protection as well.”

 

Xi Ya explained to Xinghui with a smile.

 

The screen also starts to shift.

 

From the demons to the Revival Clan, and then to other races.

 

They prepared various things during their two days of return. Although it’s still very simple and not as luxurious as the Stellar Star festival, it’s lively enough to give people a sense of new hope.

 

Deity’s Day for the demons isn’t about celebrating the deity’s birth. Instead, it’s about showing the vitality that is slowly recovering because of the deity, and under their responsibility, things will only get better.

 

Xinghui doesn’t react much to the name Deity’s Day. He doesn’t expect much from the demon’s naming abilities. Just watching the scenes on the screen, he can’t help but smile, feeling a bit relaxed, and takes a deep breath.

 

“The end of the storm is a day worth celebrating! It’s good to make a fuss about it. From this moment on, things will be different.”

 

A new life without storms or pollution.

 

Yuanyuan doesn’t speak, standing behind Xinghui, and can’t help but smile as well.

 

Until the screen shows a massive statue that looks like it couldn’t have been completed in just two days.

 

Xinghui is taken aback.

 

Xi Ya continues to introduce enthusiastically, “This is a statue we’ve been carving for a while. It was meant to be a surprise, and we didn’t expect to use it so soon. We had to rush to finish it in the end.”

 

The statue is made of a special metal material, about three demons high, depicting Xinghui in military uniform holding a gun. It also features fragments of the deity, and next to it is a stone carving, firmly inscribed with—Our Belief in Progress, Never Lost Direction, and Most Trusted Support!

 

Even through the screen, Xinghui’s expression turns emotionless, and he grips the ground with his toes.

 

Demons, you certainly have your own ways.

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: Thanks to the storm for giving me a wife. Thanks to the little brother-in-law for still being asleep, allowing me to seize the opportunity and gain formal status. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

Storm: 🙂

 

Chuyue: 🙂

 

Seeing the statue, Xinghui: Help!

 

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To be continued later~