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Lin Qingmo woke up feeling a bit dazed, unsure of where he was. Blinking his eyes, he recalled that Ao Yan had struck him. But where he currently was remained a mystery. Placing a hand on his chest, he took a deep breath; the pain there had subsided. His gaze fell on the bulging white gauze curtain by the bed, through which some colorful feathers were faintly visible. "Is that you, Xi'er?" Lin Qingmo asked in confusion. The curtain stirred, and Xi'er emerged slowly, looking somewhat shy and hesitant. Its right wing was tucked into a piece of white silk tied around its neck, while its left leg was also wrapped in silk; a small crutch was tucked under its left wing, making a "thud" sound with each step.
Lin Qingmo was taken aback and asked, "What happened to you?" Xi'er's beak elongated as it blinked its tired long eyelashes languidly and covered its face with a wing, lamenting, "The Prince hit me. I'm just the Prince's pet bird. Even pet birds get hit."
Unable to help himself, Lin Qingmo laughed. He raised his weak hand to grasp Xi'er's left wing and chuckled, "We truly are two of a kind." Helping Xi'er onto the bed, it flopped into Lin Qingmo's embrace and mischievously asked, "Qingmo, where did the Prince hit you? Does it hurt? I can rub it for you." Lin Qingmo positioned Xi'er's left wing on his chest and said, "Just here. Go ahead and rub it!" Xi'er beamed with joy, shaking off its earlier fatigue as it slipped its wing under Lin Qingmo's thin garment to rub.
"Xi'er, where am I?" Lin Qingmo inquired. Xi'er replied, "You're in the Bivalve Shell; it's a place that ordinary people can't find. The Prince used to come here often when we were young. This big Bivalve Shell only recognizes the Prince; no one else can open it. I'm lucky to be able to come in." It continued rubbing happily and added, "Qingmo, just listen to me; apologize to the Prince. He's just jealous. It's our fault for being careless and exposing things."
Lin Qingmo shook his head and remained silent. Although he had just woken up not long ago, he had already thought through what needed to be said. Before Xi'er could say more, they heard footsteps approaching. It whispered, "The Prince is coming; I’ll hide under the bed." With reluctance, it extended its wings and clumsily squeezed itself beneath the bed.
Having acted impulsively by hitting Lin Qingmo, Ao Yan felt deeply regretful and pained upon seeing him; his gaze was evasive as he struggled to face him. However, Lin Qingmo bore no grudges and invited him to sit at the edge of the bed. "Ao Yan," Lin Qingmo propped himself up. Although he was no longer seriously injured, he still felt weak. Sitting there unsteadily with both arms supporting his upper body, his collar opened slightly due to Xi'er's rubbing, revealing a hint of red on his chest like the tip of a peach.
Lin Qingmo possessed an elegant scholarly demeanor that appeared even more delicate in his weakened state. In Ao Yan's eyes, he looked like a beautiful sickly person. Feeling a twinge of desire in his heart, Ao Yan couldn't help but pull Lin Qingmo into his embrace. He squeezed Lin Qingmo's soft flesh gently like ripe peach flesh.
"Ao Yan, listen to me," Lin Qingmo said earnestly. "Lin Xiao and I are just good brothers who grew up together; our feelings are strong but there's nothing else between us. Besides, he's married to Xiao Hua now."
Ao Yan lowered his eyes but felt an overwhelming joy within him. He was grateful for Fox King and Chakravartin for helping him with this "good deed," tying up this bond and completely severing any potential thoughts or escape routes Lin Qingmo might have had. But that wasn't enough; it was far from sufficient—he needed an additional solid line of defense. Though he had calmed down about this matter, it still left him feeling anxious. He knew very well how Lin Xiao felt about Lin Qingmo; moreover, Lin Qingmo wanted to leave him—no matter the reason—that was something he could not tolerate.
He slipped his hand into Lin Qingmo's open collar; his chest felt warm and cozy as if something feather-like had covered it. "Wife," Ao Yan asked softly, "does your chest still hurt?"
Xi'er shivered under the bed at those words and tightly wrapped itself with its only good wing as if that would provide safety. Lin Qingmo paid little attention to Ao Yan's question and continued speaking: "That's how it is. I have no other relationship with Lin Xiao. But I truly want to go home. Ao Yan, let me go home! Our engagement was arranged by your grandfather; it has nothing to do with either of us. Let me go so you can find someone you truly like and live happily ever after! And I'm not a woman; I can't bear children for you."
Ao Yan's body stiffened momentarily before he suddenly pushed Lin Qingmo down forcefully and sneered, "Who says I can't!" Caught off guard by the shove, Lin Qingmo fell onto the bed without fully grasping Ao Yan's words. Seeing Ao Yan angry did not upset him; instead, he continued speaking: "Don't you prefer women? Especially Plum Blossom Fairy! That night I entered your dream—I saw you two together and heard what you said..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ao Yan snapped back angrily but then realized he had overlooked Lin Qingmo's mention of dreams in that moment of rage. He found it strange that he would dream about that annoying woman without reason—she had taken the place in his dream that should have belonged to Lin Qingmo. This puzzled him greatly until now; hearing Lin Qingmo mention it only made him more irritated and embarrassed.
Seeing Ao Yan's face flush bright red with anger only made Lin Qingmo more convinced of the dream's authenticity as he pressed on: "If you like someone else so much, why not let me go?" A surge of anger rushed toward Ao Yan’s forehead; he wanted to explain but couldn't find the words—his entire body felt like it was filled with mouths yet none could speak out loud.
He lunged forward to pin down Lin Qingmo and tore at his clothes while declaring fiercely: "I like you! You! You!"
Lin Qingmo struggled desperately against him: "What about that dream?"
"I don't know!" Ao Yan exclaimed as he seized Lin Qingmo’s wrist and bound it to the headboard with his belt.
A thought crossed Lin Qingmo’s mind—was Ao Yan trying to have both? Wanting one while still yearning for another? His heart suddenly ached; first came numbness followed by pain. Tears welled up in his eyes as he cried out like a child: "I want to go home! I want my mother! Mother—"
From beneath the bed, Xi'er sighed deeply and muttered to itself: "Qingmo, I forgot to tell you earlier—the Third Princess has gone to get help."
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