【The Legend of the Heavenly Soul】(7)

Chapter Seven of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

: As they brushed past each other, Yi Quan's mouth didn't move, yet Qian Fan heard her

voice : "No matter what method you use, please persuade the young prince to get some sleep. He hasn't slept for four or five days."

Qian Fan was astonished, wondering what kind of magic she used to transmit words directly into his mind.

The palace door slowly closed. Standing in the large, empty room, Qian Fan felt somewhat lost, unsure of what to do

next . His anxious gaze drifted towards the child on the bed.

Legend has it that ordinary food is insufficient to provide enough nourishment for demons; they need to

consume . However, these creatures, hated and feared by humans, possess a beautiful yet sinful

appearance. Qian Fan knew he was the offspring of a human and a demon. His demon mother disappeared

after . Therefore, he didn't know what his mother looked like, nor had he ever witnessed demons eating humans

. His appearance was rather effeminate, unlike his father at all. If this feature was inherited from his

mother one could surmise that she must have been incredibly beautiful in human eyes. But even that beauty

paled in comparison to the child before him.

Silver hair and eyes were characteristic of demons. The child's long, straight silver hair, spread across the bed, seemed

to absorb the moonlight. Beneath his curled eyelashes, his crystal-clear silver eyes were intently focused on the documents in his hands,

his focused expression possessing a natural air of authority. Below his delicate, straight nose, his lips had an unhealthy pale purple hue,

instantly evoking pity.

"His name is Mingye, right?" Qianfan stared blankly at him. The little one was nestled in the soft blankets,

holding a thick stack of documents, engrossed in reading them, seemingly oblivious to the presence of another person in the room. Qianfan couldn't

imagine the little one who had once curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly and crying pitifully, was the one who had imprisoned his brother, then

knelt before the Heavenly Realm, shouldering the blame for surrender, yet saving tens of thousands of demon lives. How much courage and resolve did it take to do such

a thing ? How could a child bear such a burden? And

how could such a powerful person, who should be rational and cold-blooded, hide

in his arms and silently shed tears? Qianfan remembered that the child had lonely, weary eyes, a soft little body, light as a small animal, and a faint, sweet

fragrance…

“Qianfan, what are you thinking about?”

A voice suddenly broke the silence of the room, abruptly pulling Qianfan back to reality. The little prince

had put down what he was holding and was looking at him with a smile. The smile was still the same as when they first met, but back then, the little guy

must have used some kind of magic to conceal his true appearance

. Even if he was initially strikingly beautiful, it wouldn't have given one the same breathtaking, awe-inspiring feeling one gets upon seeing his true face now.

Seeing Qianfan standing there, ignoring him, Mingye assumed he was having trouble adjusting to the unfamiliar environment and got out of bed

to walk towards him.

"I'm sorry for suddenly bringing you back. This place must be quite unexpected for you, right?" Mingye thought of his

infamous reputation, his eyes dimming almost imperceptibly.

He reached for Qianfan's hand but pulled back halfway. He muttered softly beside Qianfan, "You provoked me first, so don't blame me. You promised to stay by my

side , and a gentleman's word is his bond."

Qianfan was surprised by the child's sensitivity; his tone revealed a deep unease, as if he feared Qianfan

might leave him at any moment.

"I didn't mean to go back on my word."

The child didn't believe her either, and pouted. Qianfan thought he was about to cry, but instead, the little guy raised an eyebrow, grabbed

his clothes, and threw him hard onto the bed, declaring fiercely, "You have no way out! Understand

your place! I am your master, and you will never disobey me. Whether you like

it or not, your life is no longer your own to decide. You'd better remember my words!"

Qianfan concluded that the little guy's emotions were extremely unstable, suspicious, and unpredictable.

He smiled slightly and said gently to the child, "Yes, Qianfan has remembered everything the little master said, he won't

forget." Then he playfully added, "I promise!"

Mingye was startled, remembering that this was exactly what he had said casually to get rid of Yiquan. His anger

suddenly vanished, and he blushed a little embarrassedly, whispering, "Qianfan, I'm sorry. Um...you

...sleep with me tonight...okay? I can't sleep alone, I'll have nightmares..."

His pitiful pleading was exactly how a twelve or thirteen-year-old child should act. Remembering Yi Quan's parting words, Qian

Fan nodded, "Okay, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep."

But Ming Ye, like a startled hedgehog, jumped up, "Don't turn off the lights! I hate the darkness

, leave them on!"

Qian Fan was startled by his overreaction, wondering: What kind of experiences has this child gone through

to make him so averse to darkness? He quickly hugged him, gently coaxing, "Okay, okay, don't turn them off.

Don't be afraid , I'm here with you.

" "Who said I'm scared?" Ming Ye glared. If anyone else had said that, he wouldn't have let it go,

but hearing Qian Fan's words warmed his heart. "Alright, go to sleep!" He swept the soft

velvet blanket over them and quietly closed his eyes first.

Qian Fan almost doubted the exaggeration in Yi Quan's words. This child was so well-behaved; he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, unlike

someone who hadn't slept for days. The room was brightly lit, almost like daytime. Qianfan wasn't used to it and

tossed unable to fall asleep. He simply lay on his side facing the little guy, peeking at his adorable sleeping face.

After those insightful silver eyes closed, the little guy's expression was peaceful, his delicate little face captivating. If he had such a

handsome younger brother, Qianfan thought, he would cherish and protect him with everything he had.

For a while, the little guy slept relatively peacefully, keeping a foot's distance between them. But later, as he slept more

soundly, the little guy unconsciously moved closer and closer, finally wrapping his arms around his waist, using him as a pillow, burying his face

in his chest. The chest was a very sensitive area for Qianfan; during the rape, it had become engorged with

milk. He should have taken the opportunity to express all the milk during the shower earlier, so he wouldn't

be in . The little guy's fluffy head nestled between his breasts, his long, even breaths seeming to...

The wind blew on his nipples, and even through his clothes, it was unbearably itchy. Qianfan felt extremely uncomfortable and had no choice but

to , keeping his distance from the little guy who had aroused his desire. But as soon as he moved, the alert Mingye

opened his eyes:

"Hey, where are you going?" His silver eyes were full of displeasure.

"Uh...no...nothing..." Qianfan couldn't explain, looking embarrassed.

The little guy had sharp eyes, and his gaze moved down to his chest, which was level with his own. It was no longer as flat as a normal man's,

but slightly bulging, emitting a sweet and tempting fragrance, somewhat like the strong buttery

smell of baking cookies. Mingye raised his eyes to look at Qianfan's flushed face, then looked down at his chest, and reached out to

touch it to find out what it was. Qianfan hurriedly dodged back, but he dodged too quickly and rolled off the edge of the bed.

He cried out in surprise, "Ah!" He seemed to have fallen quite hard, thankfully there was a soft carpet beside the bed, so only his bottom

was hurt.

Mingye quickly climbed to the edge of the bed to check on him: "Hey, are you alright?"

"Um... I'm fine..."

The person lying on his back on the floor had his loose robe slipped down his shoulders, unable to conceal the beautiful view of his chest.

The hem of the robe was also open, revealing his private parts clad only in pure white underwear. Upon seeing this, Mingye couldn't help but recall the lewd scene from that

evening —Qianfan moaning and panting beneath a strong man, who had forcibly violated

him. Although Mingye was a child, as a member of royalty, some aspects of his upbringing came earlier than those of commoners.

Staring at the jade-like body lying before him, he fantasized about how alluring Qianfan would look beneath him

. Thinking about it, he licked his dry lips, a eager light flashing in his eyes.

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