As it was time for Zhenglin High School to start classes, some young students carrying their school bags on their backs noticed the two men sitting outside the milk tea shop across the school gate.
Both of them had black hair, wide shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs, and they were exceptionally good-looking, catching the attention of those passing by.
What was most captivating, however, was their completely contrasting auras.
One exuded a wicked and carefree vibe, wearing sunglasses and chewing gum, appearing to be in a good mood.
The other sat upright, his handsome face furrowed with a friendly and pure look in his eyes, scanning the people around.
Shi Qing had a stylish haircut, and his long legs were propped up directly on the legs of Mong Qing, who sat neatly in the chair, his body leaning to the side.
Seeing the young Daoist priest glaring at him with anger, Shi Qing provocatively took off his sunglasses.
"Mind your manners, little Daoist. I'm your master now."
"You're not!" Mong Qing retorted, growing even angrier. His eyes were filled with defiance. "I never agreed to sign a contract with you."
"I don't care," the Demon King replied, putting his sunglasses back on. "The contract has already been sealed, and you are mine now."
"Until death, you belong to me."
Mong Qing, who had received a lifetime of positive energy education, had never encountered such shamelessness before. His face turned red with anger, and he struggled to find words.
Shi Qing teased him, "Do you want to curse me? Come on, give it your best shot. I'm all ears."
Mong Qing clenched his teeth and, after a long pause, managed to utter, "Evil demon!"
"What kind of curse is that? Give me something stronger."
Mong Qing was so infuriated by Shi Qing's audacity that he almost fainted. He glared at him with resentment and then turned his head to the other side, showing him only the back of his head.
Shi Qing asked, "Are you angry?"
Shi Qing continued, "You have such a small temper."
Shi Qing then said, "Hey, little Daoist, your master is talking to you. Why won't you look at me?"
Mong Qing lowered his gaze, trying to clear his mind of other thoughts, and began reciting the Tao Te Ching quietly.
Shi Qing said, "Do you really not want to know why I chose you? You'll be with me for the rest of your life, you know."
Mong Qing replied, "Reciting the scriptures."
Shi Qing said, "You really don't want to know? You'll be with me for the rest of your life."
Mong Qing replied, "Daoist, reciting the scriptures."
Seeing that Mong Qing had made it clear he was ignoring him, the Demon King casually swung his legs that were resting on the young Daoist's body.
"Well then, I won't tell you why you and I are destined to be together."
The young Daoist's chanting stopped.
He turned incredulously, widened his eyes, and looked at Shi Qing. "What did you say?"
"Oh, paying attention now?" The handsome man with sunglasses leaned back. "I thought you didn't want to hear."
Mong Qing looked at Shi Qing suspiciously, and suddenly, a hint of relief crossed his eyebrows.
"You must be trying to deceive me."
"I'm a Daoist. How could I have anything to do with you?"
Shi Qing raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"And you're not even a Daoist; you were just raised by one and learned some Daoist skills."
"I am a Daoist."
The young Daoist argued, "I was apprenticed from a young age. How am I not a Daoist?"
"Alright, you're a Daoist. Do you have a certificate?"
Mong Qing fell silent.
Shi Qing continued, "Do you have the Daoist Birth Certificate?"
Mong Qing hesitated for a moment before reluctantly saying, "I'm too young. When I'm a few years older..."
"Enough," the Demon King interrupted him unceremoniously. "You can get it when you're sixteen or seventeen. You're already twenty this year; that's not young."
"Admit it, that old guy Zheng Xing, although he's always been timid, has decent Daoist skills. He can barely qualify, but he didn't let you become a full-fledged Daoist because he predicted that you and I were destined to be together."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The young Daoist priest blushed deeply and stammered, "You, you're a man, and I'm also a man, how can this be..."
"Why can't it be?" Shi Qing retorted, "Do your Daoists still discriminate against same-sex relationships? What happened to the idea of equality for all sentient beings?"
Mong Qing had never really discussed this topic before, but now he was determined to refute Shi Qing. He struggled to argue, "Men are born with yang energy, and women are born with yin energy. The balance of yin and yang is the correct path."
"If you put it that way, then I can say that heterosexuals are born with yang energy, and homosexuals are born with yin energy. Balance between both is the correct path," Shi Qing responded. After saying this, he put down his legs, stood up, and sat down next to Mong Qing, who stiffened and tried to avoid him.
"Young Daoist, you can't argue with fate. You have to accept it," Shi Qing said, trying to reassure the nervous Daoist priest.
The young Daoist priest nervously bit his lip. "I don't have a preference for the same sex; you've got the wrong person."
"If you don't prefer the same sex, does that mean you prefer the opposite sex?" The Demon King smiled slyly, not getting angry. He put his hand on the Daoist's shoulder, removed his sunglasses, and looked into the Daoist's eyes, which were faintly tinged with red.
"As long as you tell me who you like, I'll release the contract and leave immediately, not even a second of delay."
Mong Qing had no idea where to find someone he liked. From childhood to adulthood, he hadn't really interacted with people of either gender.
He hesitated for a long time before managing to say, "I am wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao, so I can't have any romantic preferences."
"That's okay; I know Daoist priests at your Pure Truth Monastery can marry and have children. When you do find someone you like, just let me know, and I promise to let go immediately, without any delay."
With that, Shi Qing picked up a bowl of double skin milk pudding from the table, scooped a spoonful, and offered it to Mong Qing's lips, his smile as charming as ever.
"Since you've mostly been up in the mountains, you probably haven't tasted this before, right? Come on, open your mouth."
Mong Qing turned his face away and closed his lips tightly, clearly refusing to eat.
The Demon King's lips curled slightly. "As your master, I command you to open your mouth."
The power of the contract forced Mong Qing to slowly open his mouth against his will, and he glared angrily at Shi Qing, his eyes filled with annoyance.
"See, wouldn't it have been better if you had opened your mouth earlier? You're a person who only responds to force, and that's not a good habit," Shi Qing teased as he fed the spoonful of double skin milk pudding to the young Daoist priest. "Come on, finish it."
Mong Qing was furious.
Mong Qing was angry.
Mong Qing wished he could just get rid of the demon king in front of him.
But then he took a few bites, and the deliciousness of the double skin milk pudding gradually exploded in his mouth.
The young Daoist priest, who had never tasted desserts before, widened his eyes slightly and started chewing a bit faster. Shi Qing watched him with a smile and, once he finished, offered another spoonful.
At this point, the young Daoist's speed of opening his mouth had noticeably increased.
They continued this back-and-forth feeding, and when they finished the cheese cake, Shi Qing signaled to the waiter to bring two more cups of milk tea and a cheesecake.
"This place has delicious cakes; you'll definitely like them," he said, winking at Mong Qing.
Mong Qing, who had just awakened from his trance upon hearing the demon king's order, touched his lips and thought to himself, "I've fallen."
Inwardly wailing, the young Daoist couldn't help but keep his gaze on the incoming cake. The cheesecake, in a lovely shade of cheese, was neatly cut and adorned with a few beautiful strawberries, emanating three words all over it: "Eat me~" "Try me~"
For someone who had never had desserts before, this was incredibly tempting.
Gulp.
The young Daoist's throat moved as he swallowed his saliva.
Shi Qing cut a small piece and offered it to him with a fork, tempting him with a soft, "Have a bite; it's delicious."
Mong Qing tried to resist the urge to open his mouth, closing his eyes and refusing to look at the adorable and seemingly delicious little cake.
Shi Qing leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "Are you closing your eyes because you're waiting for me to kiss you?"
The young Daoist blushed, opened his eyes, and turned his head. "You...you're shameless!"
"Oh, new words! Our little Daoist has learned how to scold people," the Demon King said with a smile. He offered the piece of cake again and said, "Open your mouth."
The sweet scent of the cake wafted near Mong Qing's nose as he licked his lips, telling himself, "I'm being forced by the demon king." He carefully and hesitantly opened his mouth.
As soon as the soft and smooth cake entered his mouth, the deliciousness made his eyes narrow slightly. After finishing a few bites, Shi Qing offered another spoonful.
This time, Mong Qing opened his mouth much more quickly than before.
They took turns feeding each other. Once they finished the cheesecake, Shi Qing handed him a cup of milk tea, and they both sat back, Shi Qing propping his long legs on Mong Qing's lap.
Maybe it was because of the shared meal, but this time, Mong Qing didn't glare at him.
First, he watched carefully how Shi Qing drank the milk tea. Once he felt confident, he cautiously offered the straw to Mong Qing's lips, mimicking Shi Qing's actions, and took a careful sip.
The rich milk tea flowed into his mouth through the straw and warmed his throat, making him close his eyes in enjoyment.
"Is it good?" someone asked beside him.
The young Daoist, who had never had milk tea before, nodded and replied with a hint of admiration, "It's really good."
After answering, he realized Shi Qing was smiling slyly at him, with a face that clearly said, "I'm a scoundrel."
Mong Qing closed his mouth and sipped his milk tea indignantly, not looking at Shi Qing. This demon king must be trying to seduce him!
He had grown up at the Pure Truth Monastery and had always been one of the fastest in progressing through the Daoist arts among his fellow disciples. Could he really be enticed by mere food?
Thinking this, the young Daoist lowered his head firmly.
Sip...
He took a sip of the sweet milk tea.
As he drank, Shi Qing leaned in close to his ear, his voice magnetic and seductive. Although he was speaking seriously, it sounded like he was deliberately trying to charm.
"The person we've been waiting for has arrived."
Mong Qing was puzzled as he quickly raised his head, following Shi Qing's gaze to see a student in school uniform with a backpack. The student stood there quietly, as if waiting for someone.
The young Daoist looked at the student curiously, wondering how such a clean and straightforward-looking person could attract the attention of this demon king.
He warily turned to Shi Qing and asked, "What do you plan to do to him?"
"He's just a student; what can I do to him?" Shi Qing said and leaned close to Mong Qing's ear, whispering softly, "You should know about my abilities, right?"
"I can see a person's appeals through their eyes just by looking at them, whether they are from the past or present," Shi Qing said.
Mong Qing furrowed his brows slightly and looked at the seemingly ordinary student who appeared well-behaved and academically outstanding. "He has appeals towards you?"
It didn't seem right. Judging by the student's aura, he should come from a harmonious family, with loving parents, and an excellent academic record.
"Yeah," Shi Qing nodded. "I see that he's appealing for me to keep a soul that died by suicide for one more day."
The young Daoist's expression became even more serious.
Souls that die by suicide are supposed to immediately depart for the underworld according to the rules, as a means to protect these souls. They had chosen to leave this world, and when the world's consciousness detected it, it subconsciously rejected them upon becoming spirits.
Every extra second spent in the mortal realm was torment for these souls.
"Have you agreed to it?"
"It hasn't happened yet, so how can I agree?" Shi Qing said, sipping his milk tea.
"One year of life for one more day to a soul... That seems like a favorable exchange," Mong Qing remarked.
The young Daoist's face became even more solemn. "Life has its own course, and engaging in such transactions is wrong, especially if it actually happens. For the soul in question, lingering in the mortal realm is like walking on a razor's edge. Even if it does linger, it won't be grateful."
Shi Qing countered, "That's not necessarily true, little Daoist."
Mong Qing was adamant. "It is."
He said earnestly, "I once encountered a suicide victim's soul. It had been trapped by a magical artifact for only three days, but it had already been driven insane by the excruciating pain every second. It didn't even wait for us to send it off; it dissipated on its own."
Shi Qing replied, "Little Daoist, not every suicide victim's soul is like the one you've seen."
Mong Qing was about to continue when he suddenly turned his head to look at the entrance of the school.
"Such a strong aura of death."
Shi Qing took a sip of his milk tea, raised an eyebrow at Mong Qing, put on his sunglasses, and stared in the same direction.
When someone dies, they emit an aura of death. The stronger the aura, the more recently the person has died. Judging by the shared perception of this deathly aura, it indicated that the person had died within the last hour.
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The demon king raised his eyebrow at Mong Qing after taking a sip of his milk tea and put on his sunglasses. He gazed at the approaching spirit, a student who walked past them.
"It seems that the soul that died by suicide is him."
Shi Qing stood up, reached out his hand to Mong Qing, and motioned towards the school. "Let's go have a look."
The young Daoist stood up silently but refused to look at Shi Qing's offered hand.
Shi Qing shrugged. "Little Daoist, I command you to hold my hand."
"You demon! Besides using this trick, do you have any other skills? Shameless!"
Mong Qing could only scold him while helplessly watching his hand move uncontrollably towards the demon king.
Shi Qing held Mong Qing's hand, scratched his palm, and raised his sunglasses, revealing a pair of attractive eyes. He playfully winked at him.
"Although this is the only trick I have to deal with you, it works pretty well."
Mong Qing's face turned even redder.
His face had never returned to normal since he met Shi Qing.
"Demon! You..."
"I know, I'm shameless."
Shi Qing put down his sunglasses, held Mong Qing's hand, and made the young Daoist move closer to him. He looked quite proud of himself.
"You're my destined lover, why should I care about those trivial things when I'm with you?"
"You..."
The demon king smirked. "Alright, I'll give you a new rule. From now on, every time you call me a demon or monster, you have to kiss me. No limits."
Mong Qing was left speechless. He stared at the demon king with annoyance but couldn't think of any alternative words. So, he closed his mouth in frustration, pretending to be mute.
But Shi Qing continued to tease him, "Why so quiet? Little Daoist? Mong Qing? Be obedient? My dear?"
Mong Qing couldn't take it anymore. He stopped in his tracks, looking exasperated. "Demon! Shut up!"
As soon as he said it, he realized his mistake and quickly covered his mouth, staring helplessly at Shi Qing.
Shi Qing brought his cheek closer, pointing at it. "Come on."
Mong Qing hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, leaving a fleeting kiss on the demon king's fair and smooth cheek.
Even though he quickly pulled away after just 0.01 seconds, the young Daoist's face turned an even deeper shade of red. If it had been slightly rosy before, it was now a brilliant crimson. He repeatedly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his face filled with embarrassment, and he kept muttering, "You shameless..."
While the two of them were engaged in playful banter, at the entrance of the school, the atmosphere between two young men was also quite pleasant.
The high school student in uniform, carrying a backpack, saw the person he had been waiting for and hurriedly ran to meet him. His eyes were full of joy as he held onto his backpack, and he eagerly approached. However, when he got closer, he became a bit nervous, unconsciously fiddling with the straps of his bag.
"Milang, you came to school today, so does that mean everything's okay with your parents?"
Milang was the young man who had just arrived. He had a pale complexion, a delicate appearance, and when he heard his lover's words, he shook his head slightly. He forced a smile on his lips and replied, "Everything's fine."
"Really? Thank goodness," Chen Zeyu sighed in relief, and his face once again displayed a sunny smile. He added with a hint of worry, "I tried to visit you earlier, but they wouldn't let me in. I thought you were going to be transferred."
Chen Zeyu and Milang were both high school students in the same class, and they both excelled academically. In addition to these commonalities, they shared a special bond – neither of them had any feelings for girls.
After confessing their feelings for each other, they had smoothly become a couple. Their relationship had lasted for a year and had not faded like the adolescent infatuations of others. Instead, it had matured and deepened over time, much like fine wine aging in a cellar. Despite being hidden deep underground, it had grown more fragrant and delightful.
They began to plan their future meticulously, intending to attend the same university, major in the same field, graduate, find jobs together, and even discussed adopting children from an orphanage when they were older.
However, teenage love could never stay hidden. Despite their efforts to conceal it, rumors and gossip began to spread, accompanied by slander and insults.
Milang was locked up by his family, prevented from going to school, and they initiated the process for his transfer.
Chen Zeyu, on the other hand, was brutally beaten by his father, who tried to force him to give up the relationship. He was so badly injured that he couldn't get out of bed. However, he gritted his teeth and refused to give up. He endured seven days of beatings until his parents finally gave in and allowed him to return to school.
Meanwhile, Milang disappeared without a trace. Even though Chen Zeyu went to look for him many times, he was always driven away, and he never saw Milang's face again.
Chen Zeyu had no choice but to wait every day before school, hoping that Milang would come back. These days of waiting had left him feeling hopeless.
However, he didn't expect that he would finally see Milang today.
After hearing from Milang that everything was fine, the cheerful young man, who was as carefree as a bird, happily danced around his lover while carrying his backpack.
"As long as everything's fine, we can get through this difficult time. We won't have to fear others discovering our secret in the future."
"Some people will always gossip, but don't be afraid. They're just talking. We'll be able to leave all of this behind once we get into college."
As he spoke, Milang's pale face remained smiling, and his tender eyes gazed affectionately at his optimistic lover.
As they were about to enter the school, Chen Zeyu prepared to pull Milang inside. However, Milang stopped and asked, "Zeyu, what do you think our future will be like?"
"Future..." Chen Zeyu didn't know why Milang suddenly asked this question, but he quickly replied, "By then, we should both be engineers. We'll have our own house, maybe with a mortgage, but that's okay because we'll share the burden. When we're older, we can adopt a little baby. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl; we'll raise them well. They'll call me Dad and you Little Dad because I'm three months older than you."
"By the way!" Chen Zeyu clapped his hands, his face filled with anticipation for the future. "We must have a wedding in the future. Although we can't get legally married now, everyone has weddings, right? My parents don't have any big issues anymore, and we can work on convincing your parents slowly."
"When the time comes, we must have a minister, one of those who stand between us and say, cough...," Chen Zeyu cleared his throat a few times, intentionally lowering his voice to imitate a minister's tone, "Mr. Chen Zeyu, do you agree to be partners with Mr. Milang?"
Milang, his face pale, gazed at his lively lover, his eyes filled with longing, and softly said, "I do."
Chen Zeyu paused for a moment, then reached out to pat Milang's shoulder, smiling. "I knew you'd say that, and I..."
His voice trailed off as his hand passed through empty air. Before him, his tender lover was gradually becoming translucent.
Finally, he realized what was happening. He shouted, "Milang! What have you done to yourself?"
Milang looked at Chen Zeyu, his eyes filled with infinite sadness. "Last night, I quietly opened the door, climbed onto the rooftop, and then jumped from there."
"So easy..."
He seemed dazed, as if he had returned to last night when his parents argued about which mental hospital to send him to and blamed each other for making him a freak.
A freak...
In their eyes, had he already become one?
He hadn't slept well in a long time. At first, he wanted to sleep, but his parents took turns watching him. Every time he closed his eyes, they would wake him up, forcing him to admit that he was sick.
Later on, he couldn't sleep at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, it felt like people around him were constantly talking.
Worthless...
Freak...
Disgusting homosexual...
When he jumped from the rooftop, when he crashed onto the ground heavily, those voices were finally gone.
So easy...
But after the ease came regret. It wasn't regret for giving up his own life, but regret for leaving Chen Zeyu all alone.
"I'm sorry..."
He said it countless times, "I'm really sorry..."
"I really, I really wanted to marry you, to have a wedding with you. I'm sorry..."
He slowly disappeared.
This young life, which hadn't had a chance to fully blossom, came to an end at this age when he should have been carefree.
His equally young lover knelt bewildered on the ground, his hands groping helplessly.
"Milang..."
"Milang? Milang?"
He looked around the deserted area, shaking his head persistently. "This is a dream, it must be a dream. I'm dreaming..."
Yes! Yes! He was dreaming!
This wasn't real; Milang must still be safe and sound at home. This couldn't be real.
But even as he repeated these words, something seemed to shatter in his eyes.
Not far behind, the Demon King held Shi Qing's hand and asked him, "Do you still think this deal shouldn't have been made?"
Shi Qing fell silent for a moment.
After a while, he said, "Before, I was narrow-minded. Whether it's same-sex or opposite-sex love, it's all the same."
Shi Qing held his hand and said, "That's right, just like you and me, and them, we're all the same."
This time, Shi Qing didn't struggle to pull away. Instead, he asked, "But what can they do in just one day?"
One day, and it wasn't even nighttime yet. There were only twelve hours in total.
Shi Qing looked at the boy who was half-kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, as if he couldn't hold on any longer.
"They will have a wedding," Shi Qing replied.
"A wedding they had longed for but would never get to see."
Chen Zeyu went to Milang's house.
He saw the dried blood on the ground.
He saw passersby talking in hushed tones.
He couldn't believe it.
He stood there for a long time, until he saw Milang's parents returning.
The couple supported each other, crying uncontrollably. Relatives by their side were trying to console them.
Some relatives said, "How could this child be so impulsive? You were just trying to help him."
Other relatives said, "Big sister, please stop crying. Didn't the doctor say he didn't suffer when he passed away?"
Chen Zeyu just stood there, staring blankly.
Even though there were people everywhere, he felt like the surroundings were empty.
He stood there for a very long time.
As he stood there, he felt that he shouldn't just stand still.
Milang loved it when he was active. He loved to exercise.
So, Chen Zeyu started walking, not knowing how long he walked or where he was going.
He just kept walking and thinking.
How could this happen?
Why did it happen?
They were just in love with each other.
Milang was a kind-hearted person, so gentle that he wouldn't even harm an ant. He had never harmed anyone. Why did this happen to him?
He was so sensitive, so concerned about what others thought. How did he endure those long days and nights?
He kept walking and walking until he reached a large hall.
The people inside asked him what he wanted to exchange for.
He said he wanted Milang back.
The person replied, "The dead can't come back."
Yes, they couldn't come back.
Chen Zeyu, who had been numb and hadn't cried, suddenly seemed to have a floodgate opened by those words. He covered his face and finally couldn't hold back the tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
The dead couldn't come back.
Milang would never come back.
Their future would never come back.
When Chen Zeyu finished crying, he straightened up, his eyes still swollen, but his expression was clear.
"I want to exchange for a wedding. Is that possible?"
Shi Qing nodded and extended his hand. A contract appeared out of nowhere and fell into Chen Zeyu's palm.
"Your tears shed here, in exchange for a wedding."
"Sign it."
The white jade paves the way, and fresh flowers scatter on the ground.
As the newlyweds enter, their shoulders brush against each other, and they exchange a glance filled with happiness.
Milang's face is still pale. He took his own life in a world that constantly rejected him. It's like he's become a mermaid with legs, walking on a razor's edge with every step.
Back when he read fairy tales as a child, he couldn't understand how the Little Mermaid could still dance despite everything. But now, as he gazes at Chen Zeyu, the pain seems to fade away.
Meng Qing stands at the top, watching as the two slowly approach. He glances nervously at Shi Qing by his side and then asks, "Mr. Chen Zeyu, do you willingly take Mr. Milang as your partner?"
Chen Zeyu gazes steadily at Milang and replies, "I do."
"Mr. Milang, do you willingly take Mr. Chen Zeyu as your partner?"
A pale smile appears on Milang's face as he softly says, "I do."
"In richness and poverty, in sickness and health..."
Shi Qing looks at Milang, who was previously in constant pain, and blows a gentle breath in his direction. The pains that had haunted him disappear.
Without the shackles of pain, he can now focus on the happiness of this day.
After all the words they found online are said, Meng Qing, who is doing this for the first time, adds, "Now, I declare that Mr. Chen Zeyu and Mr. Milang are joined as partners."
He's running out of time.
But there's no anxiety in the atmosphere surrounding the two of them. Milang even smiles, reaching out to adjust his partner's collar.
"You look so handsome today."
Chen Zeyu tries to smile back, just like when they used to spend time together. He shakes his head slightly and says, "This outfit was prepared by those two gentlemen. I've never worn a suit before."
"Me neither."
Milang looks down at the suit he's wearing. "I didn't expect suits to look good on me."
Chen Zeyu says, "You look good in anything."
Milang smiles and teases, "Even the school uniform?"
Chen Zeyu replies, "Even the school uniform."
Milang sighs, "Unfortunately, I'll never get to wear it again."
The two fall into silence once more. They don't need words. They hold hands, sitting on the wedding platform like small animals seeking warmth from each other.
High above the wedding, a large clock is ticking away. Tick, tock, tick. The second hand pushes the minute hand, and the minute hand pushes the hour hand.
Even though they cherish the moment, the time for parting arrives.
Milang can feel himself being rejected by the world, but he forces a smile to appear relaxed, saying, "I'm sorry. You deserve better in the future."
Chen Zeyu tightly holds Milang's hand, crying uncontrollably, shaking his head as he refutes, "It's not your fault. I know it's not your fault."
"You're not at fault, and you never wanted this..."
Milang stares at his lover in a daze, reaches out, and gently touches his cheek.
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
He slowly fades away, carried by the wind to another world without Chen Zeyu.
"Milang, Milang!"
Even though he knew it was futile, Chen Zeyu couldn't help but stand up and chase after his lover at the moment of their true separation.
But he can't catch him.
Seeing that Meng Qing is staring in astonishment at this scene, Shi Qing waves his hand, sending Chen Zeyu back. He takes the young Daoist's hand and traces his palm lines with his fingertips.
"Do you understand the pain of parting, Daoist?"
Meng Qing is stunned for a few seconds before he blushes and hastily withdraws his hand. "Stop being so touchy."
The Demon King raises an eyebrow. "I haven't even done anything yet, but if you want, I can."
The young Daoist can never resist him and can never argue back, so he just blushes and hides his hand behind his back.
He definitely won't give the Demon King a chance to touch him again.
Seeing him like this, Shi Qing extends his hand, and a contract falls into the young Daoist's palm.
The Demon King leisurely folds it up and says, "Tsk tsk, another year of life in my hands."
Meng Qing is taken aback. "You really took a year of Chen Zeyu's life?"
Shi Qing raises his eyes. "Do you have any objections?"
The young Daoist stammers, wanting to say that it's unethical, but on second thought, it was Chen Zeyu's choice. Just like Shi Qing said before, it's a fair trade, and he has no standing to say otherwise.
Seeing him hesitate to speak, Shi Qing 'kindly' suggests, "Since the young Daoist has objections, how about this: you exchange our contract with Chen Zeyu for something else. When the contract is in your hands, I will naturally return what I exchanged with Chen Zeyu."
Meng Qing's eyes light up, and he asks, "What do you want?"
Shi Qing smiles wickedly and extends his hand towards the young Daoist. "You will hold my hand willingly for an entire day, and I'll give you the contract."
Holding hands for an entire day in exchange for a year of life. It's clearly a good deal.
Meng Qing hesitates before reaching out his hand.
Gently, he holds the Demon King's soft palm.
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