Liu Buli's eyes widened, his eyes rimmed with a faint blush from the alcohol. Though he looked angry, it lent him an alluring air.
Lu Wuming's heart stirred. He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss the corner of Liu Buli's lips, then placed the wine cup in his hand. He deliberately lowered his voice, adding a magnetic charm to his already pleasant tone. "Master, another cup?"
Liu Buli took the wine cup in resignation, shot Lu Wuming another angry glare, and then drained it in one gulp.
Seeing his unhesitating action, Lu Wuming knew his Master was truly drunk. To express his anger in such a way was…
Too adorable.
His heart beat faster with every glance from Liu Buli. Lu Wuming knew if this continued, he might not be able to resist doing something rash right here.
This was the first time.
Master was thin-skinned.
If their first time happened out here, Lu Wuming was certain he wouldn't be able to get close to his Master for a long time, and the other would hold a grudge for ages.
This was their wedding day, and Lu Wuming didn't want that outcome. So, he simply picked Liu Buli up, raised his hand and formed a hand seal, intending to teleport directly to the nearest inn. It didn't matter if it was day or night; if he couldn't hold back, he couldn't hold back.
However, as he moved, Liu Buli guessed his intention. Before Lu Wuming could act, he raised his hand to stop him. The allure in his eyes undiminished, Liu Buli, with a flushed face, his tongue slightly numb from the alcohol, asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Wuming, don't you think Master is more suited to be on top?"
He asked with utmost seriousness, clearly not joking.
Lu Wuming was momentarily stunned.
Did Master also want to be on top?
Perhaps because Master was delicate, frail, and beautifully pure, with a slender and graceful build, Lu Wuming had always seen him as his wife. He had never considered that Master might also intend to be the husband.
So, when he heard the question, Lu Wuming froze for a moment. But then he smiled. He lowered his head, chuckled softly against Liu Buli's ear, and said, "Master can do as he pleases. As long as Master is willing to be with Wuming, nothing else matters. I don't mind anything."
He loved this person, and he wanted to be with this person.
As for the matter of top or bottom, what was there to mind?
Lu Wuming truly didn't care. His eyes were clear, which made Liu Buli, who was preoccupied with such issues, feel a bit petty.
His mind was muddled by the alcohol, and Liu Buli didn't know what he was thinking. With a blink, he wrapped his arms around Lu Wuming's neck and tilted his head, asking, "Then what do you want, Wuming?"
Lu Wuming's gaze deepened, and he chuckled softly, "Wuming wants Master."
His words were gentle yet possessive. These simple words seemed to carry a promise of eternity, etching themselves into the listener's heart.
After a moment of silence, Liu Buli made a decision. He leaned in and kissed Lu Wuming fiercely, then grinned. "Wuming, your Master is afraid of pain, but whatever you want, Master will give it to you, so…"
Before he could finish, Lu Wuming, holding him, leaped onto the street beside them. His heart was pounding uncontrollably. He said, "Master, don't worry, Wuming is very gentle."
Liu Buli couldn't recall how they entered the inn later. He was already feeling giddy from the drink, and the wind only made him more disoriented, completely entering a state of drunken bliss.
The sky outside was still bright, unlike the imagined scene of red candles flickering on their wedding night. Liu Buli thought hazily, and soon after, lost all ability to think, surrendering everything to the man holding him.
Lu Wuming did as he promised. From any angle, he was exceedingly gentle.
He whispered "Master" into Liu Buli's ear again and again, his voice filled with tenderness and a frenzied possessiveness.
That was Liu Buli's favorite tone.
…
However, despite his gentleness, Lu Wuming, who had longed for this moment for so long, couldn't control his near-manic passion.
It had been a long time. From afternoon until the next morning, when he finally set Liu Buli down, he realized his Master had been unconscious for quite a while.
He quickly checked on him, and upon confirming that he had merely fainted from exhaustion, he breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile returning to his face.
He lowered his head and kissed Liu Buli's lips again. Lu Wuming felt that his current moment was perhaps the happiest of his two lifetimes combined.
He wanted to hold Liu Buli and linger, but before he could lie back down, an enraged roar echoed from downstairs—
"Is Liu Buli staying here?! He killed my son, and he thinks he can get away with it!?"
The voice was so loud it made the dreaming Liu Buli frown.
Seeing this, killing intent surged within Lu Wuming. He got up, put on his clothes, patted Liu Buli's head, and strode out of the room.
Yesterday, he had thought that if the Duantian Pavilion didn't cause trouble, then that would be the end of it.
But now, it was different.
They dared to disturb his Master's sleep. Every single person in that damned sect deserved to die.