As soon as he opened his eyes, he discovered Yan Xiaohan had somehow “drifted” from directly opposite to his side. If he hesitated a moment longer, this person might succeed in a sneak attack.
Yan Xiaohan: “…Why don’t you close your eyes and sleep a bit more?”
Fu Shen: “…”
“How disobedient,” Fu Shen said helplessly, “I’m raising you for entertainment?”
I might as well stew you in a pot.”
Yan Xiaohan smiled ingratiatingly without a sound.
The water shimmered, ripples dancing. His eyebrows were wet, features more distinct, black long hair floating beside him. That smile was dazzlingly charming, causing Fu Shen to lower his eyes and furrow his brows, feeling that if he continued looking, he might not be able to restrain himself from igniting a fire.
Growing up on the same earth, Yan Xiaohan hadn’t absorbed more spiritual energy than others.
Seeing Fu Shen close his eyes like a monk seduced by a demon, Yan Xiaohan knew he had tacitly agreed. He smiled and carefully drew him into his embrace: “Jing Yuan.”
Fu Shen hummed in response.
“Nothing, just wanted to call you,” Yan Xiaohan said, “It’s so perfect, I’m afraid it’s just a dream.”
Perhaps from fear, even now remembering makes his heart palpitate. Even holding the greatest completeness of his life, he still anxiously recalls the taste of lonely sleepless nights.
His worries were not unfounded. Regardless of heaven’s will, after Chang’an’s recapture, Zhao Xicheng would remain to await imperial orders, while the Northern Yan cavalry would continue eastward. Separation was almost imminent, and saying goodbye now would be like directly carving a piece of flesh from Yan Xiaohan.
Fu Shen took his hand from the water and played with it, suddenly saying: “I wonder how our home is doing now.”
“Hmm?”
“Though this place is good, it’s not our homeland,” Fu Shen said lazily. “You can put aside that ‘perfection’ and wait to reminisce after recapturing the capital.”
Yan Xiaohan couldn’t help but laugh, leaning close to his ear and lowering his voice: “You mean… after returning to Beijing, we can do this in our home’s pool too… umph!”
Fu Shen elbowed him, splashing water: “Shameless.”
