Chapter 159 - 4.24 Don’t Disappear On Me
Heimo spent the dinner in a dilemma, his mood alternating between wanting to weave a poem about Jingxue-Jun’s beauty or scrambling to hide in a place where he could escape from the man’s tender gaze. He felt it vividly on top of his head, sending goosebumps over the back of his neck. Heimo was sure that if he glanced up, he would be able to find Jingxue-Jun staring at him with such an intense gaze that it put the moonlight to shame. He wasn’t so oblivious that he didn’t understand what the other was insinuating.
Jingxue-Jun must have... liked him the same way as he liked the man. Heimo was sure of it.
Sparks of giddiness bubbled up in his chest and he was so happy by the revelation that he wanted to run a few laps around the city and shout it on the rooftop. His cheeks were flushed through the entirety of the meal and as much as he liked the food, he found himself unable to stray far away from the thought of Jingxue-Jun’s lips as he chewed, Jingxue-Jun’s fingers elegantly holding the chopstick, Jingxue-Jun’s hair that looked especially luminous under the dim lights, Jingxue-Jun, Jingxue-Jun, Jingxue-Jun...
Unfortunately, his pink bubbles were broken when the jade plaque in Jingxue-Jun’s sleeves began to glow. "Ah..." He mumbled, trying to keep the disappointment away from his voice. "It seems like your sect has demanded your presence."
Jingxue-Jun furrowed his brows — cute! How could he be so cute?! — and rummaged through his sleeves. Lingyan’s jade plaque was buzzing in his palm. Seeing that, Heimo’s excitement died down as if he had just plunged into a pool of icy cold water. Right, he couldn’t forget, he shouldn’t forget who Jingxue-Jun was.
Having his feelings reciprocated didn’t change anything; it didn’t heal Ningning’s illness, it didn’t exact his revenge, and it didn’t mean that they could be together either. Not only did Heaven forbid explicit relationships between men, they were also standing on two different sides. There would come a day when Jingxue-Jun turned his back on him because how could Heimo — the Black Demon Weeping Blood and demonic cultivator — be compared to his Sect, his master, his family, as well as his standing and honor? Who was he to think that he would be important enough for Jingxue-Jun to throw everything away?
Lu Yizhou examined the jade plaque in front of him. [How?]
[666: Just insert a bit of your spiritual energy, Host.]
666 had been depressed ever since Lu Yizhou drained the point by purchasing the nuclear bomb. Apparently, it had been disgraced and humiliated so thoroughly in the forum that it couldn’t show its face anymore. It didn’t even have energy to comment on every single thing Lu Yizhou did. Well, it didn’t have anyone to blame but itself, Lu Yizhou mused. Who told it to be such a blabbermouth?