Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

A night of revelry that lasted all night.

Fan Qingyin seemed to have inexhaustible energy, using her surging love and overwhelming emotions to push Jiang Yu to one peak after another.

In the end, Jiang Yu lost consciousness and didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was almost noon the next day.

Fan Qingyin was still asleep, and his arm was still around her waist. Even in his sleep, he was exceptionally considerate, gently supporting himself on the bed with his palm, afraid that the weight of his arm would press down on her.

Jiang Yu looked at the sunlight filtering through the openwork pattern on the curtains and casting dappled patterns on Fan Qingyin's shoulders, and couldn't help but recall the first time she stayed here after they had just become a couple.

It's completely different now.

Back then, they had just entered into their intimate relationship; she was hesitant and uncertain, and he was cautious. Now, they have become inseparable, truly the closest of people.

It's closer than any other relationship in the world.

She didn't want Qingyin to be insecure, but she liked his coquettishness and possessiveness, and she liked his vulnerability and plundering.

Jiang Yu looked at her bare shoulders, where the domineering and rampant marks resembled lines of poetry left by moonlight on the snow.

She suddenly realized that the sobbing she had vaguely heard last night was not an illusion—at the moment when passion reached its peak, Fan Qingyin's scalding tears also fell at the same time.

Jiang Yu felt a slight bitterness rising in her throat. She finally understood how much pleading was contained in those imprisoning embraces, and how much fear was condensed in those uncontrolled demands.

Fortunately, Qingyin's face was free of tear stains, and her expression was relaxed and content.

She spun around in his arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck, the cool sandalwood scent mingling with the warmth of their intimate embrace, enveloping her completely.

"Awake?" A low, husky voice sounded above me, carrying the languor of someone just waking up.

Jiang Yu hummed softly and snuggled even deeper into the other person's arms.

A soft laugh escaped Fan Qingyin's throat, and the trembling of his chest made Jiang Yu happy as well. He suddenly pulled Jiang Yu up by his arms, and Jiang Yu was caught off guard as he looked into his eyes, which were filled with the morning light and still had a layer of mist floating on them.

A soft light suddenly burst forth from Fan Qingyin's forehead, like a radiant gem suddenly emerging from her flesh and blood, dazzling yet gentle. Jiang Yu could even feel the tenderness within this light.

"This is..."

Before Jiang Yu could finish speaking, Fan Qingyin lowered her head and pressed their foreheads together.

"It's a curse." The smile on his lips had a seductive quality to it. "A curse that you will love me forever."

Jiang Yu felt a refreshing cleansing of her soul and understood that this was another gift composed of the glory her husband had painstakingly accumulated.

If this can be considered a curse...

"It's truly the sweetest curse in the world."

Fan Qingyin left the room first. Apart from some important work, he had been going to the shrine to report every day for the past few days.

People who had received the blessings of the divine messenger spontaneously came to say goodbye. Knowing that the divine messenger did not intend to hold a farewell ceremony and had not revealed when he would leave, people could only come together with their own sentiments.

The lord's castle is not open to the public, and no one dares to disturb the lord.

Therefore, Fan Qingyin discovered a continuous stream of gifts in the temple, including food, handmade ornaments, and long letters.

So the cold-faced but warm-hearted messenger began to bid farewell to each person who came to the temple, and to bless them individually.

After Fan Qingyin left, Jiang Yu lay down for a while before reluctantly getting up, putting on one of Fan Qingyin's robes, and returning to her room.

But as soon as I entered, I was blocked against the door.

A fluffy head buried itself in the crook of her neck, sniffing like a puppy. At first, Jiang Yu thought it was Lin Yi, who was on vacation at home, but later, because of the irresistible aura and the extremely tall stature, she realized it was Keslan.

Although it's daytime, Jiang Yu still managed to put up blackout curtains, so the room is now completely dark.

Like a nocturnal animal, Keslan lurked in the darkness, waiting for his prey just as his patience was about to run out.

"It stinks!" Keslan was extremely dissatisfied, his sharp canines grinding threateningly against Jiang Yu's collarbone. "It's all his stench."

Jiang Yu felt a little pain, gasped slightly, and reflexively tried to push away the unpredictable man.

But her resistance only made Keslan angrier. He pressed down on her forcefully, his voice low, husky, and dangerous: "Please be fair. He's not the only one who's about to leave."

"You're with him every day, but what about me?"

The more he spoke, the more heartbroken he became, and the wider his grin spread. "Do you even see me anymore? You heartless liar, you only used me as a tool, didn't you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Jiang Yu frowned. This guy had a really strong grip; her arm felt like it was about to break.

"What, does it hurt?" Even in the darkness, Keslan could clearly see the obtrusive outer robe she was wearing. If he hadn't used all his strength to control it, that damned garment would have been torn to shreds by now.

He suddenly pulled down the clothes from Jiang Yu's shoulders, his fingers slowly tracing the glaring red marks inch by inch, his tone almost a murmur:

"You didn't feel any pain when he left these things, but I only touched them lightly and didn't even have the heart to bite them, and you felt pain, right?"

"..." Jiang Yu opened her mouth, but really didn't know what to say. It was completely inexplicable.

"Because you love him, all his giving is pleasure, while for me it's only pain?" Keslan gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"You're torturing me." Keslan's clear yellow eyes, hidden behind his loose black hair, were filled with insane jealousy and raging anger.

His hands trembled, and the fabric made a piercing screech as he tore a hole in it.

Just as Jiang Yu was horrified, thinking he was going to tear her clothes to shreds, Keslan suddenly released her, covered his face with his hands, and chuckled softly:

"I know perfectly well that with your indulgence, my body must be covered in his marks, yet I still want to torture myself to confirm it. How pathetic."

Jiang Yu pressed her back tightly against the door, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes fixed on Keslan. In the darkness, Keslan's laughter, tinged with endless bitterness, cut through the suffocating silence of the room like a sharp knife.

"Kaslan, calm down, don't overthink it, okay?" Jiang Yu tried her best to make her voice sound calm. Kaslan was clearly stuck in a rut.

Keslan suddenly raised his head, his clear yellow eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness, like a wounded beast launching a fierce counterattack.

He reached out and gently stroked Jiang Yu's soft lips with his fingertips. "You're always so calm in front of me. No matter how crazy or unreasonable I am, I can't control your emotions."

Jiang Yu was a little angry. She bit her finger hard, and only when she felt the other person stop moving did she speak:

"It's laughable if word gets out that the famous leader of Keslan is so insecure, humble, and jealous."

Jiang Yu deliberately provoked him. If he wanted to be crazy, let him be crazy. She wanted to see just how far he could go.

“Humble?” Keslan suddenly burst into laughter, then strangely calmed down: “Jealousy is true, and so is humility.”

"Give me a little bit of your love, just a little bit, okay?"

"Don't make it so obvious. The little bit of love I've painstakingly acquired comes from you, but compared to Fan Qingyin, it's a joke."

"If you truly have even a little bit of genuine affection for me, would you be willing to let me become a laughingstock?"

The madness on Keslan's face had faded, replaced by immense disappointment.