Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

"Lan Xichen...you...?" Chaoyang didn't even have time to finish his sentence. Lan Xichen had already gotten out of bed and ran towards him. Seeing this, Chaoyang knew that Lan Xichen was still drunk. Chaoyang was afraid that Lan Xichen's drunken madness would spread, after all, the Lan family forbade alcohol, so Chaoyang quickly closed the door to prevent Lan Xichen from escaping.

Chaoyang used all his strength and finally pulled Lan Xichen back into the room. To ensure safety, he even created a soundproof barrier to prevent Lan Xichen from yelling and causing a disturbance after getting drunk, which would attract the guards.

Chaoyang had never known Lan Xichen to be this drunk. Usually gentle and well-mannered, Lan Xichen was now completely out of control, a completely different person. Chaoyang tried his best to calm him down, but it was difficult.

"Wangji... I must go find Wangji, he is crying now." I said anxiously, my heart full of worry and concern for Wangji.

"Don't go, Wangji's already asleep. Go tomorrow morning." Chaoyang held Lan Xichen's hand tightly while clutching his belt, looking somewhat helpless. Who understands? If he hadn't reacted quickly, Lan Xichen might have torn his clothes off. This guy's strength is amazing!

Why not just knock him out? He didn't know what Lan Xichen's tricks were; every time he tried to get at the back of his neck, he was deftly avoided. He wanted to use drugs, but the problem was, he didn't have any of those cheap potions! He wanted to cast a sleeping spell, but he couldn't just use words; he had to physically cast the spell, and Lan Xichen always interrupted him. After all, he wasn't a word master, so he couldn't cast spells with just words.

Chaoyang was completely helpless. He had no idea what to do with the drunk Lan Xichen, but he couldn't just leave him alone. He had been the one who served the wine, and he secretly vowed to never give Lan Xichen a drink again. He was simply asking for trouble.

"Lan Xichen, let go of me now, and stop pulling." Chaoyang said angrily.

Lan Xichen seemed to have completely ignored Chaoyang's protest. He continued to pull Chaoyang's clothes and mumble something incoherently.

Chaoyang had no choice but to try to soothe Lan Xichen, hoping he would calm down. He whispered to Lan Xichen softly, "It's late, why don't you get some rest?" However, this time Lan Xichen's reaction was unexpectedly calm. He loosened his grip on Chaoyang's belt and stared at him with a dazed look.

Seeing this, Chaoyang felt a little relieved and was about to pull Lan Xichen back to the inner room to let him rest. However, just as Chaoyang relaxed his vigilance and didn't pay attention to Lan Xichen's every move, Lan Xichen suddenly reached out and took off the mask on Chaoyang's face.

This sudden action not only made Chaoyang stunned, but even Lan Xichen himself looked a little surprised.

Because the mask that was removed was no longer the familiar blue one. Instead, in Lan Xichen's hand, it suddenly split in two, transforming into two vibrant red hibiscus flowers. As if alive, the two flowers gently landed on the wrists of the two men, then magically blended into their skin.

Chaoyang and Lan Xichen stared in shock at the two red flowers on each other's wrists. For a moment, an indescribable silence filled the room. Chaoyang was so caught up in Lan Xichen's surprise at removing his mask that she didn't notice Lan Xichen's eyes becoming clear, without a trace of cloudiness.

Chaoyang let go of Lan Xichen and touched the hibiscus flower on his wrist, muttering: "How is it possible, impossible, I can't..." No matter how Chaoyang denied it, the hibiscus flower on his hand said it all.

Lan Xichen suddenly spoke up, “I’m sorry, Senior Xuanyuan, I didn’t mean to… take off the mask.”

When Chaoyang heard Lan Xichen's words, he immediately looked up and cast his gaze towards him. He carefully observed Lan Xichen's eyes, finding them clear and bright, clearly having sobered up from his drunken state. So, Chaoyang said, "Since you're sober, I'll take my leave." Chaoyang's thoughts were in turmoil, with only one thought in his mind: to leave this place as quickly as possible.

However, knowing the meaning behind the mask, how could Lan Xichen let Chaoyang leave so easily? Lan Xichen quickly reached out and grabbed Chaoyang tightly, preventing him from leaving.

"Wait, I have something else to say."

However, neither of them noticed that the hand Lan Xichen was holding Chaoyang with was the one adorned with the hibiscus flower. The moment their wrists touched, the hibiscus flower pattern faintly glowed red.

Before Chaoyang could respond to Lan Xichen's words, he suddenly felt his entire body burning intensely, as if enveloped in a raging fire. An indescribable itching sensation surged from deep within his body, rapidly spreading to every part of his body. Chaoyang immediately realized what this feeling meant, and without hesitation, he forcefully shook off Lan Xichen's hand and dashed out.

However, just as he was about to turn around, Lan Xichen reacted quickly and pulled him back in. Before Chaoyang could react, Lan Xichen kissed him.

"Lan... Um..." Chaoyang widened his eyes, staring at the enlarged face in front of him in disbelief. How could it be...

Chaoyang wanted to break free from Lan Xichen's entanglement, but Lan Xichen hugged him tightly, not giving him even a sliver of space, as if he wanted to rub the madness into his bones.

Just when Chaoyang was about to suffocate, Lan Xichen always let go of Chaoyang, "You are mine." Chaoyang looked at Lan Xichen who had lost his mind, and the madness and throbbing in Lan Xichen's bones broke out at this moment.

"Senior, I love you. You're mine, right?" Lan Xichen gently caressed Chaoyang's face. Without waiting for a reaction, he lifted him up and walked towards the bed.

Chaoyang struggled desperately, but his spiritual power was sealed by the Tumei flower, so how could he resist Lan Xi? At this moment, Chaoyang only wanted to kill Xiao Jixue, and he actually tampered with the mask, which really hurt him.

Chaoyang turned his head away as Lan Xichen approached, shouting, "Lan Xichen, wake up." But how could a person who was in lust wake up, especially under the charm of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan?

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(Think for yourself! I wrote it but couldn’t send it out!! It got stuck several times.)

The next day, after the hour of Mao, a disciple of the Lan clan knocked softly on the door of the cold room. Since the young master had not attended the morning meeting, he had been ordered to come and look for him.

Suddenly, there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and then Lan Xichen asked from inside the room, "What's going on?" His voice was slightly hoarse. The disciple replied, "Young Sect Master, the morning meeting is about to begin."

The door to the cold room was ajar, leaving a finger-width gap. The disciple lowered his head, curiously peering inside. Could it be that the Young Master had also fallen off the bed after a sleepless night? Through the crack in the door, his vision was limited. He could only see a tangle of blue, green, and white clothes on the floor, seemingly slumped there. Slumped there? A question suddenly popped up in the disciple's little head. He rubbed his eyes and peered again, but found no trace of any clothes. It was indeed his vision that was dazzled.

The disciple didn't wait for a moment before a flurry of footsteps could be heard from inside. Lan Xichen opened the door, tugging at his collar uncomfortably and blocking the entrance. "I slept late last night. Let's go. Don't let Father and the others wait anxiously." He then turned and closed the door, his gaze lingering briefly. Through the screen, he could vaguely see jet-black hair spread across the bed, a little of it hanging down along the edge.