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That night, Pei Guanjing had a dream that was difficult to describe.
Since childhood, he had been cold-hearted and solitary, never paying much attention to matters of love. Even now, at the age of twenty-four, he had never experienced such a vivid dream before.
However, tonight, he found himself deeply immersed in such a dream. To his surprise, the protagonist was none other than his disciple—Ye Chen.
What could a boy as slender and undeveloped as a bean sprout, with no curves to speak of, possibly bring into a dream?
In the dream, Ye Chen stood before Pei Guanjing with a bright smile, tilting his head back and calling out to him in that soft, sweet voice: “Master, Master.”
The sound seemed to carry some kind of fatal allure, causing Pei Guanjing's throat to involuntarily swallow. He found himself slowly reaching out his hand, gently caressing Ye Chen's tender cheek, his fingertips tracing the delicate features of the boy’s face as if under a spell.
Ye Chen did not shy away; instead, he leaned into Pei Guanjing's palm, continuing to call him “Master” in that soft voice. He looked just like a well-behaved little rabbit, with round eyes sparkling with joy as he gazed up at him.
Pei Guanjing felt as if his heart were filled with cotton candy—soft and utterly delightful.
Then he raised his hand and gently removed the black headband that Ye Chen always wore.
In an instant, Ye Chen's long, dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering like satin under the moonlight.
When Pei Guanjing looked at Ye Chen again, he was astonished to find that the boy's appearance had subtly changed compared to before.
Ye Chen seemed to have matured; his face was flushed with a delicate pink and pale hue, resembling peach blossoms blooming in spring. His eyes were like pools of clear water, glistening beautifully and captivatingly.
His little disciple, who had once been just an innocent boy, had blossomed into such an enchanting Kun Ze.
He seemed to have grown up—this was the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.
Without further thought, Pei Guanjing felt an overwhelming joy in his heart.
He extended his arm gently, pulling Ye Chen into his embrace, whispering softly in his ear, "Ye Chen."
This call seemed to be the key that unlocked the door to desire, and immediately after, a torrent of passion erupted like a volcano, no longer able to be suppressed.
"Ye Chen, Ye Chen, Ye Chen..." He continued to murmur while lightly kissing Ye Chen's earlobe, which was as smooth as jade.
The young man in his arms shrank slightly, letting out muffled sounds as he sweetly called out "Master." His voice was soft and lively, and at some point, his watery eyes lifted, gazing intently at Pei Guanjing.
The mist in those eyes was so thick it seemed ready to spill over, hazy and enchanting, causing Pei Guanjing to lose control and lean down to kiss those star-like sparkling eyes.
In that moment, Pei Guanjing could no longer suppress the impulse within him.
Pei Guanjing suddenly opened his dark eyes, which seemed almost enchanted. The force of his kiss on Ye Chen intensified abruptly. He gasped sharply, pulling with urgency until he heard a soft tearing sound—Ye Chen's clothing had been ripped apart.
After leaving Ye Chen's soft lips, he eagerly leaned down to kiss the spot on his neck where the Heavenly Mandate lay.
In an instant, the fragrance of Haitang wafted through the air, the scent of pine wrapping around Ye Chen like a long snake, binding him tightly in Pei Guanjing's embrace. Ye Chen had no choice but to lean back against him weakly, letting out delicate gasps.
At that moment, Pei Guanjing could clearly hear Ye Chen's soft whimpers and felt the trembling body of the young man in his arms, along with the sound of two hearts beating rapidly beneath a thin layer of fabric.
"Ye Chen, Ye Chen..." He held Ye Chen's Heavenly Mandate in his mouth; his voice was muffled yet filled with endless tenderness.
In that instant, he wished he could merge Ye Chen into his very bones and blood, never to be separated again.
"Boom!"
The dream shattered as the corner of the blanket kicked off by Ye Chen hit the wooden floor.
When Pei Guanjing awoke from his dream, his heart was still racing, as if it would burst from his chest at any moment.
He stared blankly at the top of the tent, recalling the scenes from his dream, feeling a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite identify.
He had dreamt of such disgraceful things involving his own disciple, and in the dream, he had crossed boundaries that should never be crossed. Just thinking about it made Pei Guanjing feel utterly despicable.
How could he develop such inappropriate feelings for his disciple?
In the capital, many had sent him Kun Ze, some even more beautiful than Ye Chen, yet he had remained unmoved. So what was happening now? Frustrated, Pei Guanjing tightly grasped the bed sheet beneath him, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the cabinet. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he lay back down on the bed.
It seemed he needed to keep his distance from Ye Chen. Spending so much time together made it difficult to resist Ye Chen's charm. If he were to enter a manic phase, it would be troublesome.
Listening to Ye Chen's steady breathing from the other side of the thin wooden wall, Pei Guanjing decided not to attempt sleep any longer. He got up and gently lifted the flimsy white curtain that offered no real security, quietly sitting by Ye Chen's bedside as the young man slept soundly.
The boy lay sprawled out with his arms and legs wide open in a carefree manner, occupying the bed in an endearingly clumsy way.
Pei Guanjing paused for a moment, then felt an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He leaned down gently to pick up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, slowly unfolding it and carefully covering Ye Chen to ensure he wouldn't catch a chill.
After doing all this, Pei Guanjing straightened up and sat quietly by the bed, no longer making any unnecessary movements.
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