After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 96

Drunk Xinghui is somewhat similar to the feverish Xinghui from before—both are quite dazed. However, feverish Xinghui was more inclined to avoid interactions because of discomfort, while the drunk, black-haired youth now had his long lashes gently covering his eyes, giving him a hazy, soft appearance. His chin rested in Yuanyuan’s palm, softening his facial features and making him look extremely cute, his eyes sparkling and moist, smiling up at Yuanyuan.

 

Yuanyuan found himself at a loss for words.

 

“How much did you drink?” Yuanyuan’s throat bobbed as he spoke. 

 

He could joke and tease the serious little god, drawing out his hidden emotions, but facing this soft, drunk Xinghui, he couldn’t muster any playful words, his voice unconsciously softening.

 

It was quite stimulating.

 

Just before, he had seen a plethora of intense and disturbing images due to Xinghui’s spiritual power. Now, with Xinghui drunk, he felt a strong urge to pat the young man’s head and tug at his cute, disheveled hair.

 

But that might not be a good idea. Who knew if Xinghui would remember anything when he sobered up and might get angry?

 

The noise and revelry from the demon race continued. Yuanyuan cradled Xinghui’s face, stood up, and positioned himself in front of Xinghui, blocking him from view.

 

Xinghui immediately reached out, hugging Yuanyuan’s waist and burying his face into his embrace, as if finding a familiar, safe corner, and sighed contentedly.

 

Yuanyuan was momentarily stiff.

 

“Let’s go rest,” he said, almost instinctively yielding, using a tone of voice he rarely used.

 

The tall demon gently supported the young man, seemingly intending to carry him, but Xinghui refused. 

 

“I don’t want to be carried,” Xinghui said, his breath still carrying the fragrance of strawberries. At this moment, he was somewhat dizzy but insisted on maintaining his godly demeanor, even in a strange situation. 

 

There was no urgency now; after the battle, it was time to relax.

 

Why be carried?

 

With a confused look, Xinghui tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes shimmering with a faint red glow, watching Yuanyuan.

 

Yuanyuan instantly forgot what he had intended to do, focusing only on taking Xinghui back to his room.

 

Drunk, Xinghui seemed a bit unsteady for the first couple of steps but quickly walked steadily, his face slightly flushed. Yuanyuan doubted whether he was truly intoxicated.

 

Once they reached Xinghui’s room, Xinghui kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over himself and curling up in the corner. He even looked up at Yuanyuan with mild annoyance because the light from the open door disturbed him, silently indicating he wanted the door closed.

 

This was his alone time, and he had chosen this little corner to isolate himself!

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

As Yuanyuan pondered what to do next, he watched Xinghui complete these actions and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

 

Xinghui was his kryptonite. He couldn’t handle this side of him at all.

 

What to do? No matter the side, he liked them all.

 

When Xinghui was cool, he made Yuanyuan’s heart race with excitement.

 

When he was soft, it melted Yuanyuan’s heart. How could he be both cool and soft, both charming and adorable?

 

Seeing Xinghui in bed, Yuanyuan approached, and Xinghui, with his dark red eyes glowing faintly in the dim room, looked at him with an enigmatic gaze.

 

“Will it be uncomfortable? Should we find something to sober you up?”

 

Yuanyuan had limited knowledge about dealing with drunkenness. The demon race’s quality of life had been so poor in the past that they only focused on survival and military strength, neglecting food and drink. Even now, the environment made it difficult to cultivate or grow other items; they mostly hunted and roasted star beasts for food.

 

Yuanyuan had only read about alcohol in books and hadn’t encountered it firsthand. It was only with the assistance of the Grand Witch and similar races that they developed these quality-of-life improvements for the first divine day on the godly star.

 

His understanding of drunkenness was thus superficial.

 

Thinking quickly, Yuanyuan considered remedies he had read about, such as honey, which might help with sobriety. He wondered if there were similar star beasts on nearby planets and if he could find some and return in time to make a hangover remedy for Xinghui.

 

But before he could act, Xinghui tilted his head and seriously scrutinized him, then reached up, wrapping his arms around Yuanyuan’s neck and climbing onto him.

 

The strength used was significant, and Xinghui even employed his spiritual power.

 

Yuanyuan felt as though he had been electrocuted, barely managing to stay upright by bracing himself with his elbow.

 

“Xingxing—”

 

This was pushing physiological limits.

 

Decades of disinterest seemed to suddenly backfire with intense passion.

 

“What’s wrong? Boyfriend?”

 

Xinghui asked with genuine curiosity, his beautiful face with a hint of coldness, and his little tufts of hair falling with his movements, his eyelashes fluttering.

 

If Xinghui weren’t drunk, Yuanyuan would have taken action to address the situation.

 

Xinghui teasingly grabbed Yuanyuan’s small demon horns and nibbled on their tips with his tiger-like teeth, pondering a moment.

 

He then spat them out.

 

“Not tasty.”

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

Yuanyuan was truly on the verge of going mad.

 

He could barely move, struggling to steady his breath, but despite his efforts, his breathing grew increasingly labored.

 

And most importantly—

 

Xinghui was really drunk. After biting Yuanyuan’s demon horn, he stared at it, puzzled, and then opened his mouth again, successfully establishing a loop.

 

What’s this? Bite, spit, not tasty; what’s this? Bite, spit, not tasty…

 

Eventually, Yuanyuan snapped and pulled Xinghui into his embrace, wrapping him in the blankets and holding him close to prevent any further mischief.

 

How could such a seemingly serious deity have such a mischievous streak?!

 

Yuanyuan trapped Xinghui with his arms and legs, gritting his teeth, with the corners of his eyes flushed red.

 

His body temperature, already high, felt like a furnace, with his breaths coming out in hot puffs.

 

His voice was hoarse.

 

“Stop causing trouble and sleep.”

 

As for the hangover remedy, he’d skip it. If Xinghui felt unwell the next day, he could ask Yin Fan to take a look.

 

There was no way Yuanyuan would leave Xinghui alone in this state.

 

The main issue was not understanding Xinghui’s thought process; he had no idea what Xinghui would think or do after he left. He couldn’t let anyone see such scenes.

 

*

 

It was the fifth day after the storm had disappeared, and the fifth day that the star system was finally freed from thousands of years of disaster.

 

The intense heat of the barren star system had diminished due to pollution. Through the semi-transparent window, only a playful sliver of sunlight sneaked through the curtain, flowing like liquid gold from the floor to the nearby bed.

 

The room was a bit messy. The sheets were pulled halfway off, the pillow was thrown on the floor, and the blanket was a jumbled mess.

 

A fair, delicate hand emerged from under the blanket. Just as it touched the headboard, another hand, much darker in color, covered it. This hand flipped Xinghui’s hand over, interlocking their fingers tightly, and then pulled it back under the blanket.

 

When Xinghui’s burning fingertips finally made him aware and he opened his eyes, he was buried under the covers.

 

The sound of another person’s breathing was nearby.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

Xinghui: !

 

Xinghui turned his head. Yuanyuan, who had clearly been tossed around by Xinghui all night, now had eyes bloodshot and messy hair, giving him a strained smile.

 

Xinghui: ??

 

“You went out to fight someone yesterday? Why do you look like this?”

 

“I had a scuffle with you in the middle of the night because you insisted on staying under the covers to sleep, and you kept pinching my little horns and occasionally used your spiritual power—”

 

Yuanyuan recounted the events of the night.

 

Xinghui: …

 

Xinghui held his temples, his expression changing as he processed the information.

 

“I was drunk?”

 

Deities can actually get drunk?

 

He never got sick, so how could he get drunk?!

 

Yuanyuan’s smile remained strained: “From now on, no more alcohol for the demon race. You’ve exhausted me—Xingxing.”

 

Especially here.

 

Yuanyuan was still holding Xinghui’s hand.

 

It was clear that he had stayed up all night, no wonder his expression was so mournful.

 

Xinghui, feeling somewhat awkward, tried to withdraw his hand but, seeing Yuanyuan’s expression, didn’t want to lose. The little deity stubbornly kept his hand in place but eventually compromised by gripping Yuanyuan’s hand.

 

“It’s not possible now. We’ll go to the research institute later.”

 

Yuanyuan: Oh, the research institute is more important than me.

 

“When will that be?”

 

Yuanyuan looked up, staring intently.

 

“Wasn’t I good yesterday? Don’t I get a reward? And I won’t be waiting ten or twenty years, right? After all, Xingxing was born only five years ago, and the earliest mature races in the galaxy seem to be ten years old?”

 

Yuanyuan had been kept awake all night by Xinghui, thinking over everything.

 

It’s almost like saying that, according to your actual physical birth, you’re still a baby.

 

He felt a twinge of guilt.

 

He couldn’t tolerate it.

 

Xinghui tugged at his collar.

 

“Firstly, it won’t take that long. But it’s not possible in the next couple of days; it will be okay in five days.”

 

Five days should be enough for a diligent deity to learn a lot!

 

“Furthermore,” the black-haired youth’s fluffy curls and sharp, slightly lazy eyes gave him a relaxed appearance, “the calculation of a deity’s power doesn’t start from birth. The power that constitutes me has been around for at least ten years, not to mention the inherited power of previous deities. Although different from the mermaid race’s memories, it guarantees that any deity is fully formed from birth, both mentally and physically. Considering all this—”

 

Especially the thousands of years of divine inheritance.

 

Xinghui smirked.

 

“You’re the one who’s only a few decades old. You should call me ancestor.”

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: My wife is really my little ancestor, driving me crazy. It’s both painful and joyful. I want to devour him.

 

Xinghui: Increasing seniority.jpg

 

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I’ll continue later. Good morning, everyone.