Chang Geng was stunned, but Gu Yun already reached out a finger towards the half-dead steam lamp at the head of the bed, immediately turning it off. The day was not yet at dawn, the room went dark. The bed curtain, which was usually hung up, fell down as if it could cover the sky and earth, blown slightly by the cool morning wind penetrating through the window.

Chang Geng was not able to respond but his waist was already freed, he was unsure when his belt was pulled away. Before he could recover from the oath of 'sea of flame and mountain of swords', his face instantly blushed red.

"Zi, Zi Xi…”

Gu Yun casually made a sound in response, impatiently throwing the silk cloth out of his hand, idly leaning on the soft pile of blankets, his fingertips caressing across the hem of Chang Geng's clothing: "That time at the hot spring, you said you thought of doing certain things that were out of the norm with me...what was it that you thought of?”

Chang Geng: "..."

"Aren't you very good at talking?" Gu Yun said with a low laugh, "Let's hear it."

Chang Geng had never seen this kind of flirting that was teasing at the same time, his tongue tied in a knot: "I... I... "

"On this matter, you can't just simply think about it." Gu Yun caressed Chang Geng's waist through a layer of clothing, touching at the root of his thighs not too hard yet not too light. Chang Geng almost jumped up, unable to breathe, grabbing Gu Yun's vile hand running rampant everywhere, a fire burning from his stomach to his throat. He felt that he was going to burn into ashes.

Gu Yun had pushed open the hem of his clothing.

When his chest felt cold, Chang Geng suddenly realized it. He pushed Gu Yun's hand back, but it was too late. Large and small scars under his chest and neck were suddenly uncovered. When touched by the callused fingers, there was no need to describe how it would feel. On one hand, Chang Geng could not help but avoid it, on the other hand, his mouth was dry, and his ears were buzzing, wondering whether he should advance or retreat.

Gu Yun had been traveling for days, then waited for the entire night at the bedside. The last bit of effectiveness of the medicine unfortunately had worn off at this moment, and his vision became blurred. However, the atmosphere was great, and he could not put on the liuli glass. Wearing it was just like a Mechanic preparing to take apart the steel armor, destroying the mood.

At this time, he relied solely on the touch of his hands and skimmed over the bumpy scars on Chang Geng's body. It was more painful than seeing them with his own eyes.

Gu Yun: "Did it hurt?"

Chang Geng lowered his head and looked at him deeply. He answered the wrong question, "They have already been scars for a long time."