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The dark night was shrouded in shadows and, knowing that there were few pedestrians on the road, Baiju made himself discreet and directly carried Xiao Yao to the door of the house.
As he passed through Chujiu’s protective cover, Baiju felt it a little bit, so he looked up at the attic, and said to Xiao Yao who was opening the door, "Yao Yao, can we take Chujiu away?”
Xiao Yao pulled out the key and gestured for Baiju to enter the house. After hearing him, he said, "Theoretically, we shouldn’t. After all, these houses are managed by the Practitioners Association. If we want to take it away, we have to submit an application, and then pick up a similar-grade artifact from the treasury in the Demon Management Bureau and replace it."
Baiju followed behind him, changed his shoes, closed the door, and then said with some regret, "That's a pity, I can feel that Chujiu's spirit body is very close to you and me."
Xiao Yao smiled, took his windbreaker from Baihu's arms and hung it on the coat rack, then stretched out his hand to take off the white old dog's jacket, "Normally, it would be like that...but if you want to take it away, I can contact the Practitioners Association. We’ve given the little guy a spirit, after all, so it shouldn’t be a problem if we loan it for the first twenty or thirty years on this condition. It's just that you’ll have to find another magic defense relic to be placed here."
"Bai’ge, do you want to help finding some magical relics?" Xiao Yao smiled and hooked Baiju's chin, "you can bribe me."
Baiju raised his head slightly and rescued his chin. He was a bit distressed, "Ah... I did have a few artifacts before, but they are basically all broken and can't be used anymore; it's a pity that I don't know how to refine artifacts."
As a demon king, the old white dog actually had a lot of rare materials in his hands, for his own use or for his younger brothers. But later he encountered some things, and his younger brothers were scattered with time. Fighting again and again to protect himself, those materials were eventually destroyed.
Those moments weren’t very beautiful memories, nor were they particularly worth mentioning. Baiju didn't want to tell Xiao Yao, so he hesitated.
Hearing Baiju's vague remarks, Xiao Yao had a few thoughts in his heart, but he naturally wouldn't embarrass the old dog.
So he patted the old white dog on the shoulder and didn’t dwell on this topic. He just dragged him to the living room, changed the subject and asked, "Would you like supper?" Although Baiju didn’t hold back on the Haiyin Fort's afternoon tea, this wouldn’t affect the appetite of the old dog.
Baiju looked down at Xiao Yao's neck and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and hold it gently, "I want to eat."
His little boyfriend was very empathetic; in terms of reliving each other's experience and history, they had similar attitudes. They weren’t not curious or not caring, but they just respected each other and were always ready to listen.
Obviously they were two people who tended to have passive personalities...
Fortunately, Xiao Yao took the initiative to take the step so that they could become lovers.
Baiju looked down and thought, covering Xiao Yao's back neck with his warm palm, kneading gently.
He really wasn’t good at actively breaking the status quo, but he could learn. In his long years, he’d learnt to listen, then in the days to come, he could also learn to express himself.
Xiao Yao was caught by his neck, which was both a little uncomfortable and a little comfortable, so he didn't pull away. Instead, he lowered his head slightly. His slender neck line was completely exposed, fitting the arc of Baiju's palm.
"What do you want to eat?" Xiao Yao narrowed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves. "There’s seafood in the refrigerator, as well as beef and vegetables...it's already midnight, so I'll make some quick dishes, what would you like to order?"
Baiju leaned forward half a step, pressed his body against Xiao Yao's back and pulled his hand away from his neck, and his arms loosely circled him in front of him, "I want to eat something...spicy? Hot and sour beef noodles."
Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows, and it was rare to see Baiju ask for a specific taste, "Why do you want to eat spicy food all of a sudden?"
A few small paper men ran out of the corner under Xiao Yao's instructions, opened the door of the refrigerator, and neatly took out fresh beef, noodles, hot sauce and other ingredients.
Baiju licked his lips, "Maybe it's because I ate too much sweetness."
Xiao Yao stabbed him with an elbow and told him to let him go, "Okay, hot and sour beef noodles... the beef is still fresh, so it doesn't shouldn’t take long to marinate. Let's chop it up and stir-fry it with some toppings."
The strong aroma of food quickly overwhelmed the kitchen. Baiju leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, watching Xiao Yao busy making a bowl of beef noodles for him.
Then he quickly harvested a big bowl (pot) of hot and sour beef noodles.
Based on the principle that food should be shared, Baiju specially went to get another set of tableware and shared a portion with his little boyfriend. Then he raised his phone and took nine pictures and ended the night with a nap.
After washing and lying on the big bed, the makeup on Baiju's face was removed, and the enchanting Mr. Vampire had turned into a clean white old dog.
When Xiao Yao finished packing up after the two of them, and turned to sit next to Baiju, he saw the old dog blinking and looking at the ceiling, in a daze.
His shirt was loose, the buttons done indiscriminately, and the waist of his trousers hung loosely on his hip bone as he stretched both hands over the top of his head.
Xiao Yao couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch Baiju's well-defined muscles, and pressed across his stomach, "Where did that big pot go... I can't see it at all."
Baiju subconsciously put his hands down, pressed Xiao Yao's hand on his stomach, and said slowly, "Yao Yao...don't touch, I won't be able to bear it."
Xiao Yao stubbornly rubbed Baiju's belly, happily saying, "Then let’s see how much you can bear."
Baiju squeezed Xiao Yao's fingers, turned his head to meet Xiao Yao's gaze, begging for mercy, "Yao Yao...it's really not time yet."
"Okay, I’m making you nervous." Xiao Yao couldn't help but reluctantly retract his hands and lay down. Turning over, he put his head on Baiju's shoulders, "Bai’ge, are you ever in heat?"
Xiao Yao leaned over and kissed Baiju's chin. His pupils were bright even without his glasses, "I'm really looking forward to it."
There was a mess of mosaics in Baiju's mind. He swallowed his saliva, his eyes wandering, and he muttered in a low voice, "Look forward to...what do you expect me to do?"
Xiao Yao didn't conceal his thoughts, playing with a strand of Baiju's hair in his hand, "It's very simple. Suppress me so that I can't breathe, and then force me to give in while my legs are soft."
"Be fierce, harder." Xiao Yao said, and couldn't help but move his hands up Baiju's abdominal muscles, so he simply demanded in a low voice, "Bai’ge, let me touch your abs."
Baiju closed his eyes, and reluctantly said, "...you have your own abs."
Xiao Yao liked the look of tolerance and patience on the old white dog the most, it made him feel pampered. So he stretched his legs and half sat on Baiju's crotch, "Then you touch me."
Baiju's eyes opened slightly, and his deep pupils could not conceal his beastly aggressiveness.
"Yao Yao..." Baiju's voice was muted, "I can see you today." Not blindfolded like before.
"So, maybe I don't have that much patience." Baiju said, leaning into Xiao Yao's hem with his palm, and fishing up along the tight waistline of his little boyfriend, "Come on, take it off."
Xiao Yao didn't expect Baiju to speak so bluntly; he only felt that his throat was tight, and Baiju's hand took off his shirt without hesitation.
"Wait..." Xiao Yao was a little panicked at this moment, and hurriedly pressed Baiju's hand.
"No." Baiju whispered willfully, clasping Xiao Yao's fingers and sitting up. He gently pushed Xiao Yao's shoulders, lying him down on his back.
The two changed their positions. Baiju straddled Xiao Yao's thighs, took a slight breath and lowered his head, lightly biting at Xiao Yao's stomach without hesitation, "Don't worry...I won’t go too far. Just let me kiss you again."
Xiao Yao’s muscles twitched reflexively, his throat involuntarily overflowed with a whimper and his lower back slightly lifted. A palm that did not belong to him slid in along his waist, kneading his arse and slowly pulling down his waistband.
"Bai’ge...where are you kissing?" Xiao Yao suffered through the redness at the corners of his eyes, and could only feel the warm and soft touch going down his abdomen and following his mermaid line to the waist of his trousers, slowly moving towards a more hidden place.
Baiju stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the skin under his lips, sucking it slightly and grazing the skin on the tips of his teeth, and said vaguely, "I have to kiss everywhere."
"...Bai’ge." Xiao Yao's throat was hoarse, his abdominal muscles rose and fell with his rapid breathing, "You’re killing me."
Baiju smiled slightly, letting up the one-third of the ground he’d made, then he re-attached to him, holding the back of Xiao Yao's neck with one hand. He rubbed the skin on the side of his neck with his head, while the other hand trailed across his front, joking, "It won't be fatal...it will make you feel very good."
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