Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Hearing the willful yet defiant tone in the person's voice, Zhang Qilin's eyes softened, and he tightened his grip on the person's waist.

The coffin was a pale yellow with hints of green, its walls cool and dry. Inside, in the small space, someone held her waist, their clothes brushing against each other, their chests pressed together through the fabric, their body heat gradually transferring...

Their breaths mingled on their two handsome faces, their different eyes meeting...

"Little Qilin, what are you doing? It's too crowded for two people to lie in a coffin together!"

Qin Henian's body was a bit tighter from being hugged so tightly, and the space was already small. After hugging him, Zhang Qilin's body took up all the space, and Qin Henian was now lying on top of Zhang Qilin, his head resting on Zhang Qilin's chest. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes full of deep affection, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly changed the subject.

Teasing is fine, flirting is fine, but dating is not an option! Especially since Qin Henian knows that guy is also here. If there are people from Cangfeng around, that guy will probably go crazy, and then he and Little Qilin will be in great danger.

"He Nian, don't change the subject. Do you like my abs?"

A voice, faint yet gentle, rang in my ears, and our breaths, mingling, felt heavy at that moment.

Zhang Qilin stared intently down at the person opposite him. Now that he knew what he wanted and that someone was helping to protect Changbai Mountain, he wanted to know the answer to his question.

An answer that would allow him to stand shoulder to shoulder with Henian...

"It feels so good!"

Qin Henian subconsciously answered Zhang Qilin's question, then suddenly realized his mistake and felt a little awkward. They were so close now, some touching was inevitable, especially since Qin Henian was lying on top of Zhang Qilin, nestled in his arms, and being held... Where could he put his hands? He inevitably ended up touching Zhang Qilin's chest and abs...

Seriously! Those eight-pack abs are really enviable! Qin Henian has them too, but over the years he's either on his way to or at a painting studio, sitting for long periods each time, so he hasn't had much time to exercise... He does have abs, but they're not as firm as Zhang Qilin's...

"Does Henian like it?"

Feeling the hand resting on his body, Zhang Qilin unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued with his "upright and open" routine.

He casually rubbed his arm around the other person's waist against that soft spot...

Very soft...

"Ahem... What you have, I have too, it's all the same, it's all the same!"

Qin Henian's gaze began to wander. He couldn't let this continue. With a wave of his hand, a beam of light blew the coffin lid off.

A loud thud as the coffin lid hit the ground interrupted their attention, one by one, the other by the other... A rustling sound... Just as Qin Henian was about to prop himself up, the arms around his waist that were gripping his "lifeline" didn't loosen their grip; instead, they tightened even more.

A burning gaze followed, and Qin Henian now understood that this meant they wouldn't let go until they got an answer. Unable to struggle any longer, he could only focus his attention, his phoenix eyes meeting the gaze of the person who had been watching him.

"Little Qilin, this is not right."

Looking into those eyes, Qin Henian couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. After all, he had raised his pet for so long; it would be a lie to say he had no feelings for it.

"why?"

His voice was cold yet stubborn, his tone slightly off as he retorted. Zhang Qilin didn't know what was going through his mind; it was like setting off fireworks on New Year's Eve—the sparks had barely touched the fuse when a bucket of cold water was poured over them. A painful ache spread through his limbs and internal organs, a piercing pain spreading from his chest...

"Get close to me, or you will get hurt."

Qin Henian was also feeling very uncomfortable at this moment. He had never experienced this situation before, even after living among humans for so long. Ever since receiving Xiao Tiandao's request, when he saw that there were still other beings of his kind in this world, Qin Henian couldn't describe how he felt... It was probably because there were only the three of them among the divine beasts in this world at that time.

As we got to know each other better, we went from being strangers to becoming familiar with one another. We understood each other's personalities and knew how to maintain appropriate boundaries when interacting with each other. Our days were filled with peaceful, tacit understanding and witty banter.

It was so fulfilling that I had the urge to stay and wait for the familiar people around them to pass away peacefully before going home.

"understood."

But I will still stay by your side.

After a long silence, Zhang Qilin's reply finally came from inside the coffin. As for what followed, Zhang Qilin made a hole in his heart and buried the words inside, sealing them away.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

After their conversation ended, their heartbeats gradually calmed down. Their cuddling remained unchanged. Instead, just seconds after the conversation, two different claws pressed against the jade coffin wall, and two different golden lights rippled from their claws, absorbing the energy within the jade coffin.

........................................................

Snapped!

"what!"

Crack! !

"Ah! You blind bastard! You hit me way too hard! Did you come here to teach me or to beat me up?!"

In this small side chamber, the stone walls are surrounded by square recesses of various sizes. These recesses hold jade artifacts, porcelain pieces, and all sorts of antique collectibles. Each item is covered in a thick layer of dust, a testament to their antiquity...

In the center of the side chamber, a wooden coffin about 1.2 to 1.3 meters long stood upright. Above it, a thick iron chain, about the size of a wrist, hung from the ceiling and was tightly fastened to the small wooden coffin, as if to prevent anyone from breaking it open from the outside or the inside.

The protagonist of our screams is Wu Xie. At this moment, Wu Xie is holding a crowbar in one hand and a large white dog-leg knife in the other, standing in front of the wooden coffin, frantically trying to open the coffin, but to no avail.

"Wu Xie! You're so useless! How did you even manage to go into tombs before? It must have been tough for you, right? Looking at you like this, you know you're hopeless, don't you?"

"You can't even open this broken coffin that's tied up, what else can you do! Can't you use a little more strength? Haven't you eaten? Is your stomach in your brain and can't work?!"

With a whoosh, a waistband ripped through the air and struck Wu Xie's lower back, as Hei Xiazi's merciless words were directly applied to Wu Xie!

Wang Pangzi, Pan Zi, and Kan Jian, who were watching this practical teaching session, were speechless. They wanted to say something but couldn't, and they wanted to help but couldn't. They could only stand on the sidelines, gesturing wildly while staring blankly.

"Hey! You blind fool, you're not really blind! How am I supposed to deal with such a thick iron chain? Give me some time to think of a solution..."

Wu Xie felt the pain in his waist return, a series of throbbing pains. He was sweating profusely, his hands frantically searching for small gaps or weak points in the iron chain, trying to quickly break this damned chain, open the coffin, and shut this cheap master up.