Surprise! The Straight Man Long Aotian Actually Steals the Villain's Skirt - Chapter 5: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 5

Chapter 5: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 5

Regardless, Lu Yi was indeed correct.

If they stayed any longer, they would only be abandoned by their families and replaced by others.

Then how do we leave? As long as the Gu remains in our bodies for even a day, even if we return to Shangyun Capital, that little… little devil can still control our lives.

No need to worry about that. The Swift Feather Guard has its methods, Lu Yi had previously stolen the Gu insects precisely to secretly deliver them to another deputy commander in the Swift Feather Guard who specialized in poisons.

The Emperor had already issued an edict: whoever rescued these noble descendants first and captured the mastermind behind this would be appointed as the Swift Feather Guard Commander.

Unfortunately, this matter was related to Southern Border Gu poison, and ordinary imperial physicians were helpless against it. He had no choice but to collaborate with others.

Xie Rong was also pondering this matter.

As for his Gu poison, not to mention the Central Plains, even in the Southern Border, only his renegade senior brother could counteract it—and even then, merely neutralize it. That man’s skill in Gu cultivation ultimately couldn’t surpass his own.

What could that thief do with his stolen Gu?

System, wasn’t this explained in the original plot?

Host, I am, after all, a villain system. I only have access to the general outline of the original plot. The protagonist endured humiliation to fulfill his mission, collaborated with his allies from within and without, eradicated Rosy Valley, and ultimately took his first step toward becoming a powerful official.]

This isn’t over, Xie Rong sneered.

But as a thought occurred to him, his mood lifted again.

The Insect Egg ingested by Lu Yi, sensing the warmth of an adult male, should have hatched and taken root by now.

Xie Rong rose from the couch, slipped on his wooden clogs, and clip-clopped out of the bamboo house.

It was already late at night, and the Drug slaves in the low huts had all retired. Suddenly, the faint tinkling of silver bells echoed outside.

Lu Yi’s eyes snapped open.

Everyone else in the room was fast asleep. The silver bell sounds were extremely subtle, as if approaching with someone’s light footsteps until they stopped right outside the door.

In Rosy Valley, even the doors of the low huts where Drug slaves lived had no bolts.

The person outside pushed the door open effortlessly. The jingling of silver bells intertwined with the clinking of intricate silver ornaments adorning the figure, growing closer and closer.

Closer and closer.

So close that he could catch a whiff of fragrance.

As if possessed, Lu Yi closed his eyes, a cold laugh echoing in his heart.

Sneaking around like this in his own territory—what unspeakable deed was this devil planning now?

Amid rustling sounds, the quilt covering him was lifted, and a warm, soft body pressed against his. The fragrance enveloping the figure was once again trapped beneath the covers.

Lu Yi’s hand clenched silently at his side, the muscles of his abdomen and waist taut to their limit under the pressure of the other’s soft form.

After waiting a while longer, the devil seemed to retrieve something from his embrace—something hard and uncomfortable pressed against his chest.

Rustle.

The sound of pages turning.

Did he climb onto a Drug slave in the middle of the night just to keep warm and read?

Xie Rong, of course, wasn’t there for warmth or reading.

He had simply forgotten halfway how to verify whether the Gu had taken effect and needed to consult the book again.

This Homosexual Love Gu was truly troublesome. He couldn’t just play a flute; he had to test it personally.

Xie Rong licked away the beads of sweat brought on by the man’s body heat, growing increasingly irritable.

Finally finished reading, he closed the book, gripped Lu Yi’s chin with one hand, and lowered his head. Seeming uncertain, he reopened the book and placed it on the pillow.

Then he bent down, following the illustration in the book, and pressed his lips against Lu Yi’s.

After lingering in one spot for a while, he lifted his head to flip to the next page, following the book’s illustrations as he moved from the man’s lips to his sharply defined jawline, then downward until he encountered the prominent Adam’s apple.

…

Those lips were unbelievably soft as they enveloped his Adam’s apple.

Lu Yi felt his mind explode into chaos, thoughts twisting into tangled threads as he desperately suppressed the urge to swallow.

Had this demon sneaked into his bed in the dead of night and positioned himself atop him just to engage in that sort of affair?!

Before his emotions could settle, he heard the person on top of him murmuring to himself.

Why hasn’t he turned cut-sleeve yet? Could it be the Gu poison hasn’t hatched?

What cut-sleeve?

Lu Yi immediately recalled the insect egg he had spat out and suddenly understood.

This demon’s methods were truly despicable!

Unfortunately, Xie Rong was destined to be disappointed – he had never swallowed the insect egg.

The person on top of him remained unwilling to give up, lowering his head for another round of rubbing and shifting slightly downward to settle atop his lower abdomen.

Xie Rong adjusted his sitting position according to the Mount Wu Illustrations, then suddenly frowned.

What’s wrong, Host?]

This position doesn’t feel as comfortable as before, Xie Rong said discontentedly.

Truth be told, even sitting on the man’s abdomen hadn’t been particularly comfortable.

The man was too hard everywhere, like solid iron. If not for needing to inspect the Gu poison, he wouldn’t have wanted to touch him at all.

The system fell silent.

Xie Rong paid it no mind, roughly pulling open Lu Yi’s collar before extending a finger to trace slow, awkward circles on the exposed skin of the man’s chest, exactly as depicted in the illustrations.

He shifted his hips uncomfortably, finding the position increasingly unpleasant.

In the thick darkness, sweat silently trickled from Lu Yi’s forehead.

Perhaps the heat was melting his brain into mush.

He even felt somewhat dazed, questioning for the first time the discipline expected of an Imperial Guard.

Had he truly spat out that insect egg?

Or had Xie Rong placed more than one insect egg in that bowl of rice?

Maybe when Xie Rong kissed him earlier, he had deliberately used his beauty to seduce him, then secretly fed him another egg when he wasn’t paying attention?

A cold wind suddenly blew through the broken window frame of the small house, jolting Lu Yi awake in the bone-chilling cold.

Why is he getting colder? Xie Rong frowned, touching the man’s slightly cool chin.

The fine print in the illustration booklet clearly stated that after cut-sleeves engaged in such activities, they would burn like fire, needing to melt into each other to find relief.

Host, the people in the illustrations are awake.] the system whispered.

I noticed that long ago, Xie Rong said darkly, his expression sinister. I was just testing to see if you’re stupid or not.

Of course, my Host is the smartest, smartest, smartest!] the white Slime flattered obsequiously.

Xie Rong snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the tightly closed eyes of the man beneath him, growing increasingly displeased.

All this trouble for nothing.

Not caring whether he might wake anyone, he slapped the man across the face, the dissipation of his pent-up frustration allowing him to finally rise from the bed and leave.

The door closed with a dull thud behind him.

Lu Yi opened his bloodshot eyes and pulled the quilt back over himself – the same quilt that had been thrown aside earlier.

He licked his lips, which had become dry and chapped again after the demon’s departure.

That demon’s lips had been surprisingly soft.

Lu Yi’s face twisted with disgust. Anyone would feel revolted after being climbed on and secretly kissed in the middle of the night by a wicked cut-sleeve demon!

He scrubbed his lips vigorously, then tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve, dampened it with water, and furiously wiped every spot the other had touched.

After wiping himself clean, he leaned against the headboard. Though drowsiness washed over him, sleep remained elusive.

Frowning, he found no relief from the restlessness in his heart.

His mind began to drift aimlessly.

That devil’s lips were truly soft.