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When Shen Qiao finished the medicine, he picked up a candied preserve from the table and shoved it into Shen Qiao’s mouth. “A-Qiao, if you dislike bitter things,” he said in a honeyed tone, “I’ll ask them to put some barley sugar in your medicine in the future. Now smile for me. Don’t frown so much.” Shen Qiao, lost for words, was utterly exhausted in both body and mind.
Asshole
A smile crept across Yan Wushi’s face. “My A-Qiao is the best.” Shen Qiao’s face was blank.
Everyone loved beautiful people, and Yan Wushi was no exception. Though he wasn’t the type to soften before a pretty face, that didn’t stop him from delighting in the sight of one, and he immediately began to tease. “Come, another smile.” Shen Qiao did not reply. He withdrew his smile, even pressing his lips together tightly. When Yan Wushi saw this, he could only regretfully stop himself and say, “Who’s that severe expression for, A-Qiao? I’ve returned your sword to its rightful owner, untouched. How will you thank me for it?” By now, Shen Qiao had learned to be sly as well. “Didn’t Sect
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And yet, Yan Wushi just had to say, “Ah, just like when you lost to Kunye on Banbu Peak. The very moment you disgraced yourself, the entire world knew.” This man really was exceptionally scathing. Shen Qiao immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Asshole
Yan Wushi was all smiles. “My A-Qiao is so clever!” Shen Qiao’s face grew dark. Who’s your A-Qiao?
Oh, honey, apparently you are. I wish you luck.
Then he clicked his tongue twice. “How difficult life must be for my A-Qiao! Born a numbskull, he spent his entire life with his head empty of anything other than morals and cultivation. He knows nothing about the love between men and women! If my venerable self hadn’t enlightened him, I fear he’d never have understood!”
Asshole
With Yan Wushi, it was always “my A-Qiao,” as if Shen Qiao were something that belonged to him. Shen Qiao had refuted him a couple of times, to little effect. By now he was numb to it, and let him do as he pleased.
Seeing Yuwen Qing’s dumbfounded expression, Yan Wushi raised an eyebrow. A mean-spiritedness surged within him. Without warning, he grabbed Shen Qiao’s chin and forced a kiss upon him, right there.
He gathered the utterly incapacitated Shen Qiao into his arms and lowered his head, pried open his lips, and forced him to accept the invasion.
Umm, kinda rape-y there . . .
silver
saliva?
ravaging him
Yep, very rape-y
“Then why haven’t you gotten lost already?”
Somehow the term "get lost" doesn't quite fit with the formality of language that the book is using. There's a number of these kind of instances.
Yan Wushi looked back at Shen Qiao. For a moment, he was speechless himself. For Shen Qiao was already unconscious. Probably not from being kissed dizzy—rather, it was the combination of being unable to fight back and temporary suffocation. Basically, he’d passed out from rage. Yan Wushi had never seen anything like it, and a laugh escaped him. He also threw in a few clicks of his tongue to express his sympathy. “Poor thing!”
Asshole
Shen Qiao was at a loss. “…We’re not in love with each other, and I’m not a homosexual either.”
Huh. That's just a weirdly worded thing to say. I cannot get a handle on what the societal norms are in this world regarding sexuality.
Right after she spoke, she moved. Shen Qiao thought she really was about to kiss him. He reflexively backed up three steps, only to realize that she was still sitting atop the wall. She’d only been teasing him. Bai Rong laughed so hard she almost tumbled right off the wall. “Shen-lang, why are you so cute? I just keep liking you more and more!”
I am so tired of Bai Rong. Can't somebody lop her head off and spare us?
This Huanyue Sect Leader’s character was just as the rumors painted him: mercurial and unpredictable. Even after they’d spent so much time together, Shen Qiao still dared not say that he completely understood him.
He's a nasty-ass fruitcake and he's going to have a shit ton of bad Karma coming his way. I don't know why Shen Qiao still puts up with him at this point. Shen Qiao's complete lack of any kind of emotions is just weird.
Shen Qiao was still for a long time, watching him without blinking. Suddenly, he reached out and passed his hand over the boy’s face, closing those half-open eyes. And yet another hand came and covered Shen Qiao’s eyes, gently swabbing the wet tracks from their corners.
He didn’t even need to raise the lantern to know who the man was. Surprised, he blurted out, “Sect Leader Yan?” “What,” said Yan Wushi. “Not happy to see me?” Under the light of the moon, a sincere, welcoming smile bloomed on Shen Qiao’s face, his lantern still in hand. “Of course I am. Hurry up and come in. Have you eaten?” Yan Wushi didn’t mean to answer such an inane question, but as he opened his mouth, he somehow found himself saying: “Not yet.”
How/why would Shen Qaio be genuinely happy to see this asshole?? *smacks hand to forehead in dismay*
Yan Wushi stared at him unswervingly for a moment. After a long time, he said, “And so, we’re friends?” Shen Qiao nodded and smiled. “If Sect Leader Yan doesn’t disdain me for trying for someone out of my league.” A strange expression flitted across Yan Wushi’s face, but only for an instant. Before Shen Qiao could get a clear grasp on what it was, Yan Wushi had resumed his languid, nonchalant manner.
Asshole
Yan Wushi caressed Shen Qiao’s cheek, and a quiet sigh escaped him. “A-Qiao, why are you always so trusting of others?” Shen Qiao frowned. “I thought we were friends.” Yan Wushi smiled thinly. “You have only yourself to blame. If you hadn’t talked about being friends, I might have waited a little longer before moving against you. Just what kind of person do you think my venerable self is? Why would I need someone like you—some down-and-out laughingstock who can’t even recover his martial arts, who’s been exiled from his sect—to be my friend?”
Asshole. Yan Wushi is one seriously fucked up individual.
All of a sudden, Yan Wushi laughed. “Ah, A-Qiao, you really are far too naive. How many times have you been mistreated? How did you manage to forget it all so soon? I told you very early on that the only reason I saved you was because I wanted an opponent. But, truly, you’ve disappointed me terribly. I showed you a tiny bit of kindness, and you latched on to it, refusing to let go. Did the betrayal by Yu Ai and the rest make you yearn for more friendship and affection?”
Asshole
Shiwu was beaming and didn’t offer a retort. You might be the least dignified master, he thought to himself, but you are the world’s best master.
Winning the second round was even harder than winning the first—not only must he overcome his opponent, he also had to overcome himself.
“That’s right,” said Kunye. “I know you utterly hate Yan Wushi.
Cough 😚
He coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
I don't know how he has any blood left with how much he's coughed up" so far. Bleah.
Coughing up blood was a natural consequence.
Enough blood already, sheez
“He’s not cruelhearted—he never had a heart in the first place.
I thought that even the hardest of hearts could be thawed one day. I took him for a friend, and I believed that he should do the same. But that belief was unrequited.”
“I only want to see that man one more time, to see the disappointment on his face.
Yeah, right .
