Entering a Split Personality — Chapter 19

When Xiao He returned to the mental world, the sky was still dark.

He stayed in Ayr’s arms, surrounded by his pleasant scent. It gave him a faint feeling of dizziness, but it also made him feel peaceful from the bottom of his heart.

He enjoyed it, and he was comfortable, but once he thought that this was just a dream, he couldn’t help but feel cold at heart.

—In the real world, you and Fan Shen wouldn’t meet.

Yes...Qin Su spoke the truth. 

Actually, Xiao He understood that Qin Su was giving him a reminder.

If he took this dream-like world too seriously, he’d be the only one out of luck in the end.

After all, once Fan Shen woke up from the dream, he’d forget everything.

However much he vowed his undying love, however much affection there was between them, it would all come to nothing in the end.

Since he already knew this, he shouldn’t stupidly become too engrossed. 

If he couldn’t break away when the time came, then he’d really lose face.

Forget it… Xiao He sighed inside. He’d better not think too much, and just do what Qin Su said.

He should treat this as a proper job. The employer was always right, so he just had to follow orders and do it.

As for killing Lance...Xiao He suppressed the chill rising from the bottom of his heart and continued to comfort himself. Nobody was making him take up a knife and stab him, after all. It was just a feather, and all he had to do was pierce it into his body…it seemed like it wasn’t that difficult. 

Thinking vaguely like this, he actually managed to soothe himself, and slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was stimulated by a tingling heat.

Xiao He abruptly opened his eyes, and under the first weak rays of dawn, he saw the gorgeous elf leaning above his chest.

He had long hair that outshone the Milky Way on the horizon, eyes that the faraway clear sky would admire, and features that everyone on earth would praise. 

But at this moment, he leaned over and looked down, treating him as reverently as if he was a treasure in his hands, and kissed him.

After just one look, Xiao He’s head heated up, and his belly surged with arousal.

This was an indescribable temptation.

Gods were set up on high, and angels were incomparably pure and holy, but now, they had fallen from grace.

An act that was full of erotic implication dyed something snow-white an enticing red, and turned a holy light hazy. Faced with such a great contrast, he was dazzled and bewitched enough for his heart to start pounding.

Xiao He looked down slightly and met Ayr’s gaze.

A hint of softness flashed through Ayr’s eyes. He moved downwards slightly, and under Xiao He’s gaze, he took that place into his mouth. 

It was like an electric current struck him straight in the heart. Xiao He's vision went blank as enormous pleasure flooded his head. He couldn’t help but arch his neck, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

It felt too good, and too exciting. In that instant, his mind turned into an empty expanse of white.

Ayr was...for him...Ayr...it was Ayr…

When he thought of this, his pleasure doubled again, and he almost reached an indescribable climax.

But at the critical moment, Ayr stopped.

Xiao He suddenly fell from the heights of paradise. The passion in his body seemed like it had been blocked, and he was unable to resolve it or relieve it. The excessive pleasure had been suppressed. He twisted around impatiently, trying to touch his member himself.

But his hands were seized. Xiao He opened his eyes, and the rims of his eyes unconsciously turned red. “Help...help me.”

The silver-haired elf looked him up and down, his azure eyes tinged with lust, an enchanting expression floating in them.

“Say my name.” 

Xiao He didn’t have any hesitation. “Ayr…”

“Again.”

“Ayr...Ayr…”

The silver-haired elf gazed at him as before, motionless.

Xiao He really couldn’t bear it anymore. He was almost burning up with the heat in his chest, and this incessant itching was tormenting him until he was about to lose his reason. 

“Ayr...Ayr...Ayr…” He called out his name with a pleading voice he couldn’t imagine was his own.

The silver-haired elf seemed as if he was finally satisfied, and he bent down and kissed him. Xiao He trembled all over, and soon after, with a low, senseless shout, he reached his peak. 

The process was a bit grueling, but in the end, he felt pleasure to an unimaginable degree.

This feeling was really addictive. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it was a hundred times better than using his own right hand.

Ayr cleaned him up carefully, and when Xiao He recovered his strength, he had fallen into Ayr’s arms again.

The two men embraced, and it seemed as if they could clearly hear the sound of their heartbeats.

Xiao He tried to calm down, but he soon felt that Ayr’s thing was as hard and hot as before.

Xiao He was slightly startled, and when he reflected on it, he felt that he really hadn’t acted in the right way.

When he held back for just a moment just now, he felt like he was going to die, but Ayr had been suppressing his urges all along. Xiao He didn’t even dare to imagine how many times he had held back, and for how long.

If they changed places for a while, Xiao He felt that if it was him, he’d have long since exploded.

When he thought of this, Xiao He’s heart melted into a puddle. He climbed out of Ayr’s arms, looked at him and said, “I’ll help you, okay?!”

Ayr lay there on his side, and looked at Xiao He from top to bottom for once.

His little elf was beautiful. His unique black hair had the color of night, but with his delicate features, it didn’t seem so sharp and harsh. Xiao He was soft and gentle, making it so that he couldn’t help but want to cradle him in his hands…but at the same time, he wanted to press him down forcefully beneath him, and make him let out sweeter sounds.

However…

Ayr smiled gently and shook his head. “No rush.”

Xiao He was determined this time. “I can help you too, the way...the way you just did…”

He said it persistently, his eyes full of staunchness, but a tinge of crimson darkened his cheeks.

Ayr felt the swollen ache in his lower half increasing. He pulled him over helplessly and said lowly, “There’s no need.”

Xiao He was a little anxious. “I don’t really know how to, but...but with a little practice...it’ll be fine.”

“There’s really no need.” 

When he refused to this degree, the courage Xiao He had mustered up popped like a balloon, and he deflated.

When he felt the little elf’s disappointment, Ayr’s heart softened. He took him into his arms, and pressed his forehead against Xiao He’s hair. He said warmly, “I really want to, but I can’t. If you touch me, I’ll definitely want more, and then I’ll hurt you.” 

Xiao He stiffened slightly. He realized what Ayr meant, and his face immediately burned. He pressed his face against Ayr’s chest, and he couldn’t resist looping his arms around him. He said, muffled, “Ayr, you’re really nice.”

Ayr’s voice was quiet. “I’m not that nice.”

“No, you’re really nice to me.”

Ayr smiled lightly, and said a few more words for once. “I like you, really like you. The first time I saw you, my heart pounded.” He paused slightly, suddenly sighed, and said, “If it were possible, I wish you could stay with me forever.”

These were the sweetest words of love that Xiao He had heard in his life. He didn’t raise his head, and only stifled the trembling in his voice and said, “I’ll stay with you as long as you need me.”

At this moment, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

He was willing to cure Fan Shen. Even if Fan Shen forgot everything in the end, he would still have this moment.

Sometimes, a beautiful memory was enough to treasure for a lifetime. 

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2 hours and 18 minutes for 1,420 words, or 9.7 minutes for every 100 words. An increase in rate by 2 minutes...sigh...almost right back where we started. 

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