Chapter 17

Xie Fuyi clenched his fist and suddenly reached for Chiye’s mask.

Chiye could have easily dodged, but something crossed his mind. He paused, not evading, allowing the other to slowly remove his mask…

As the mask fell, revealing the face beneath, Xie Fuyi’s expression instantly turned pale and embarrassed—

Under the mask was a face exactly like Ye Baixiao’s, except for those eyes.

“Ye Baixiao?” Xie Fuyi stared at him in disbelief.

Chiye’s eyes shifted several times, finally settling on a deep black.

“Master, you could discern my identity with just a taste of the porridge I made,” his deep voice, tinged with coldness, carried a hint of amusement. “I’m delighted.”

With that, he embraced Xie Fuyi.

“It’s really you…” Xie Fuyi gradually regained his senses, and then his lips trembled with anger and disgust, his eyes burning with the rage and loathing of being deceived and played with. “The Dragon God and the Demon Lord, it was always just you? No wonder you tormented me like this, were you seeking revenge?”

Looking into his eyes filled with hatred, Ye Baixiao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a wall had been erected in his chest. He tried to explain in a hoarse voice, “Master, even if you wanted to kill me, I never had any intention of tormenting or seeking revenge against you…”

But before Ye Baixiao could finish his words, Xie Fuyi’s hand came down hard with a slap.

Xie Fuyi was trembling with anger, his eyes reddening at the edges. “Still trying to deceive me? Get out!”

…Xie Fuyi was furious, this protagonist with a love-struck brain! Even after being killed by you once, he still won’t retaliate! Pathetic!

Xie Fuyi used all his strength, leaving Ye Baixiao’s cheek burning. Ye Baixiao slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Xie Fuyi. The other’s chest heaved with anger, his disheveled clothes unable to conceal the marks.

“Master, why are you so angry?” Ye Baixiao’s eyes gleamed darkly as he struggled to explain. “Even if you wanted to kill me, I never had any intention of tormenting or seeking revenge against you…”

His words were slow and deliberate as his hand continued its movements.

Xie Fuyi: …Stop smiling! It’s even scarier!

…

From daytime until nightfall.

Ye Baixiao remained calm and composed, comforting him with gentle kisses while whispering, “Master, you look so beautiful when you cry.”

Then, with more forceful methods, he gradually elicited his pleas for mercy.

Xie Fuyi’s clothes were in disarray, his black hair disheveled, while Ye Baixiao looked immaculate, composed, and leisurely, calmly pressing him for answers.

But if one looked closely, they would see the veins bulging on his arms and neck, and the sweat dripping from his forehead. His black eyes were so intense they seemed to suck people in.

…

Finally, when it ended, Xie Fuyi hadn’t even caught his breath when the man on top of him, his black eyes suddenly turning crimson, launched another ferocious assault like a storm, devouring his lips.

Xie Fuyi gasped for air, his voice hoarse with frustration as he gritted his teeth. “I thought it was over? Why are you…”

“I haven’t even started yet!” Red-eyed and frustrated from watching Xie Fuyi’s every move for the entire day—this scoundrel Ye Baixiao, taking advantage of being the dominant personality, always got to eat first!

Xie Fuyi’s heart was racing—it seemed he had to take care of four things, huh?

“Get lost!”

…

From nightfall to dawn, Xie Fuyi woke up only around noon, opening his tired eyes slowly.

Before him, Chiye was holding a bowl of fragrant chicken porridge, trying to feed him. Unexpectedly, he was forced to eat again after waking up.

Since arriving in the Demon Realm, he hadn’t left this bed!

Xie Fuyi’s throat was sore, he didn’t even feel like speaking, only glaring angrily at the man in front of him.

“Still refusing to eat?” Chiye, draped in a dark red inner robe, his chest exposed, exuded a sensuality that was extremely appealing. He smiled lazily, his voice husky, as he directly pulled the person on the bed into his arms. “It seems I’ll have to feed you myself?”

“You bastard!” Xie Fuyi retaliated with a forceful slap. He was furious, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed with anger. “Why do you have to humiliate me like this?”

To a pharmacist who pursued cultivation single-mindedly, being subjected to such acts by a man was a form of humiliation and torture.

Chiye’s face was slightly off from the slap, but he didn’t get angry. He just curled his lips and said, “Why are you so angry? Weren’t you begging me to go faster last night?”

Xie Fuyi, a pharmacist who had been chaste for so many years, had never heard such explicit words. He was momentarily stunned, then realized he was being humiliated and became infuriated, his face burning with embarrassment and anger. He raised his hand to slap again.

Chiye easily caught Xie Fuyi’s hand before it could strike again, not hesitating to massage his wrist, feeling its strength. “Still so strong? Seems like you’re not satisfied yet…”

“You…” Xie Fuyi was panting heavily, and the next moment, his face turned white, and he spat out blood with a “plop”.

The blood splattered onto Chiye’s face, leaving him stunned in place, quickly releasing Xie Fuyi’s hand. “Hey, are you… Xie Fuyi? Don’t scare me! Just because I wouldn’t let you hit me, you’re this angry?”

The warm blood made his heart skip a beat, and he was at a loss, desperately shouting outside the door, “Someone! Get the demon doctor here!”

The demon soldiers had never seen their imposing and mighty lord in such a panic, and they hurriedly brought the demon doctor over.

Before Xie Fuyi lost consciousness, he looked at the protagonist attacker, who was franticly channeling energy into him, and couldn’t help feeling despondent—A cannon fodder villain like me, hitting the protagonist attacker twice, and nothing happened!

Forget it, the plot is beyond saving.