Chapter 148 - 4.13 Humble Abode
Fortunately, Heimo found a little pond in a remote and secluded area behind the cave where it was hidden by thick and natural bushes. The water was clear and slightly sweet and only when he splashed his face with it a few times could he finally calm down enough to make a sound judgement.
Jingxue-Jun... wasn’t he a bit too shameless and forward with his affection?
Well, not that Heimo was complaining as it would go well with his plan but...they had practically only met yesterday! Did love at first sight really exist? Heimo had no idea of love between spouses other than his foster parents’. But then, in his memories, they had always got along harmoniously. Yes, that’s the right word. It’s serene and tranquil, a love that was like an open sky, gentle yet calming at the same time.
But with Jingxue-Jun... it was different, Heimo knew it. There was nothing tranquil and calming about it. Every gaze he offered, every touch that lingered and every word he spoke, they shook his very foundation and threatened to take him apart. It was disconcerting, he felt as if he was going to drown if he lowered his guard down. It was a violent spark that glided across the tongue of flame and if he got too close, he might very well get hurt. But just like the flame, it was very bright and warm, it hooked and bewitched him, whispering seduction right into his ears.
You won’t get hurt. I got you.
Heimo vehemently shook his head and this time, plunged his entire head down into the pond and only emerged when his lungs screamed for air. He heaved, water clinging onto his lashes before it trickled down his jaw and drenched his chest. His hair was soaking wet and he was certain that he didn’t look any better than a drenched rat.
Until the end, he didn’t manage to tamper the heat down.
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It wasn’t until he could finally tear his attention away from how perfect the shape of Jingxue-Jun’s eyebrows did he finally realize something different about his body that he should have noticed upon waking up. He felt fresher and lighter, in a way that he hadn’t felt before since he dabbled in the practice of demonic cultivation. It was as if someone had cleaned him inside and out and turned him anew.