Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chaoyang slowly stood up, swaying slightly, seemingly tipsy. Before Meng Yao, Xue Yang, and Fen Hua could react, Lan Xichen, concerned, stood up and took the initiative to support Chaoyang. He said, "Father, Sect Master Xuanyuan seems a little drunk. Xichen will take him back immediately."

Qing Hengjun was about to say that with Meng Yao and the others around, Xichen wasn't necessary... but then he saw Lan Xichen already helping him onto Chaoyang's platform. He swallowed his words and nodded slightly, admonishing, "Okay, then be careful and don't let Sect Master Xuanyuan fall."

Lan Xichen smiled and nodded, then supported Chaoyang as they walked towards the bamboo house. Chaoyang leaned against Lan Xichen, a faint smile on his face, seemingly not completely intoxicated, but rather reveling in Lan Xichen's attentive care.

At this time, Chaoyang smiled silently, and by leaning his body, his lips lightly touched Lan Xichen's earlobe, and his head rested lightly on his shoulder.

Lan Xichen's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his heartbeat seemed to pause. He looked at his father guiltily, and found that his father didn't notice, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued to carefully support Chaoyang, trying to keep his pace steady, but Lan Xichen's cheeks still unconsciously flushed.

Noticing the blush on Lan Xichen's cheeks, Chaoyang didn't dare tease him anymore and honestly let Lan Xichen help him back.

Qing Hengjun and Wen Ruohan, who were left behind, looked at each other in bewilderment, while Xue Yang and Fen Hua slowly walked to Meng Yao's side. Xue Yang and Fen Hua said, "Senior Brother, what about Lan Xichen and..."

Meng Yao handed each of them a clang, glared at them, and motioned them to look at Qingheng Jun. Her eyes conveyed the message: Is this the right time to say this?

Xue Yang and Fen Hua stuck out their tongues and quickly fell silent. They knew what Meng Yao meant and that now was definitely not the time to discuss this matter.

So, they took Qing Hengjun and Wen Ruohan to their respective residences to ensure that the two distinguished guests were properly accommodated.

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On the way back to the bamboo hut, Chaoyang, taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, started to act playful again. He rested his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder without hesitation, pressing his entire weight onto him. Chaoyang's breath was hot and rapid, blowing against Lan Xichen's neck, carrying the aroma of the wine he had just drunk.

Lan Xichen felt a little uneasy. He supported Chaoyang as he stumbled forward, repeatedly warning him not to go too far. However, Chaoyang only gave vague responses each time, which made Lan Xichen wonder if Chaoyang was truly drunk and unconscious.

By the time Lan Xichen finally got Chaoyang back to his room, he was already sweating profusely. He gently helped Chaoyang onto the bed and was about to leave when Chaoyang grabbed his sleeve. Chaoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips, as if he hadn't fully sobered up yet. He whispered, "Are you leaving just like that? You won't stay with me for a while?"

Lan Xichen shook his head helplessly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently scolded, "You, you're already so drunk, and you're still not behaving. I'll go get you some water to clean yourself up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to fetch water. However, as he stood up, his hand was grabbed and then pulled hard, and he fell flat on his back. Chaoyang turned over and fell on top of Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen looked up in surprise, only to see Chaoyang looking at him with bright eyes and a smile. He immediately understood that Chaoyang had been teasing him! He wasn't drunk.

Lan Xichen asserted, “You’re not drunk!”

Chaoyang responded with a smile, his tone full of joking: "I never claimed that I was drunk. This is all your imagination. It has nothing to do with me."

Lan Xichen looked at Chaoyang helplessly and dotingly, sighed softly, and then said seriously: "Okay, stop making trouble. You have indeed drunk a lot today. You should rest early." He tried to break free from Chaoyang, but Chaoyang clung to him tightly and was unwilling to let go.

Chaoyang chuckled and said, "No thanks."

Lan Xichen couldn't persuade him, so he had to compromise and said, "Okay, okay, I won't go."

He reached out and gently stroked Chaoyang's hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and indulgence, as if at this moment, the whole world was just the two of them. He whispered, "Then you rest first. I'll stay here with you. I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Chaoyang: "Don't you have any curiosity? Don't you want to find out where I come from? And what brought me here?"

A trace of worry still flashed in Lan Xichen's eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch the mark on Chaoyang's forehead, but he finally restrained himself and asked, "Then are you willing to tell me?"

He chuckled and said, "Do you want to know?"

Lan Xichen pressed his lips into a straight line for a moment before saying, "If you wish."

Chaoyang smiled gently and frankly shared his background and the purpose of his visit, eight parts of which were facts and two parts were embellishments.

Lan Xichen: "You are lucky to come to this world."

Chaoyang slowly lifted himself off Lan Xichen, lowered his head slightly, and cast his gaze towards Lan Xichen. He asked with a hint of anticipation in his tone, "Don't you have anything else you want to ask?"

Lan Xichen raised his hands and hugged Chaoyang: "No, as long as you are here, it's fine."

Chaoyang paused for a moment, then with a sly smile, he leaned close to Lan Xichen's ear and whispered ambiguously, "Then you must cherish it." Before Lan Xichen could react, he quickly kissed his lips.

Lan Xichen was stunned for a moment, and a blush quickly spread across his face as he realized what Chaoyang had just done. He gently pulled Chaoyang back into his arms, then leaned in again and kissed him tenderly.

Chaoyang didn't refuse, and a passionate kiss unfolded between them, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the two of them. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and they were immersed in this passionate kiss, unwilling to separate for a long time.

After a long time, Lan Xichen reluctantly ended the kiss. He gazed at the rising sun lovingly, his eyes flashing with affection and doting.

Chaoyang stroked Lan Xichen's red earlobe, breathing heavily, his voice hoarse and seductive: "Don't leave tonight, stay?" His eyes with a dark red color clearly revealed lust.

Although Lan Xichen felt an urge to stay, he ultimately shook his head firmly and rejected the proposal: "No."

After hearing Lan Xichen's answer, Chaoyang smiled slightly, not seeming surprised, and said softly, "Okay, then you lie down with me for a while."

Lan Xichen didn't say anything else, just responded softly: "Yeah."