A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH65

Chapter 65: He Proactively Kissed the Man’s Lips…

Feng Xun pressed one hand against the youth’s head, gently stroking the back of his neck as if soothing a frightened little animal.

His other hand, however, was as cold and hard as iron. He fiercely pulled the steel blade out of the suit-wearing man’s skull. With a flick of his wrist, the blade transformed into a deck of playing cards, each one gleaming with a chilling light, comparable to razor-sharp blades that could cut through iron like clay.

While shielding the youth in his arms to prevent him from seeing the “passengers” howling and lunging forward like zombies, Feng Xun dealt the cards with a single hand. The playing cards flew out like snowflakes, never missing their mark, each one firmly pinning a “person” to the spot.

Almost instantaneously, the previously clamorous carriage fell so silent that a dropped needle could be heard.

All the “passengers,” along with the Sinister Seed nests incubating inside their bodies, were dead.

Feng Xun picked up the youth in his arms and carried him through the corpse-strewn carriage. Throughout the walk, he made sure to keep the boy’s eyes covered—even though he had handled things in the gentlest way possible, a blood-soaked slaughterhouse scene was likely still too terrifying for an ordinary person.

In truth, even without Feng Xun’s deliberate concealment, Jian Tang had no intention of looking.

He tightly hugged the man’s neck, burying his head in the crook of the other’s shoulder. The tears streaming from his eyes hadn’t stopped since the man appeared.

Perhaps thinking he was thoroughly traumatized, the hand stroking the back of his neck slid down his body, gently patting his slender back.

“I’m sorry,” he heard Feng Xun’s voice, laced with remorse and self-reproach. “I came too late.”

Jian Tang shook his head frantically, but his tears welled up even more fiercely.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop crying. Clearly, no matter how difficult or painful things had been in the past, he could always hold back his tears. At most, he would drop a few little pearls, then pick himself up and continue charging forward alone.

Thus, Jian Tang didn’t understand why he could endure so many hardships by himself, always remaining a strong, smiling little monster, yet just hearing a single “Don’t be afraid, I’m here” utterly shattered all his defenses, causing his tears to flow uncontrollably.

Jian Tang hugged the other party even harder, and he felt the man tighten his embrace in response, holding him tightly as if he would never let go again.

The moving subway train began to decelerate, finally pulling into the station with a loud clatter.

The carriage doors opened, and a piercing light spilled in from the outside. Jian Tang instinctively turned his head away. Through the glass reflection at the back of the carriage, he saw the scene outside the doors—

The ordinary passengers outside the subway station had long since been evacuated. Currently waiting in battle array outside the carriage were the people from the Anomalous Bureau.

Evidently, the abnormality inside the subway car had triggered the bureau’s alarms. Most likely because the alert rating was very high, the bureau had deployed a large number of personnel this time, completely blocking the train’s exits.

Jian Tang couldn’t help but shudder, desperately shrinking back into Feng Xun’s embrace. This was an ostrich-like instinct; he was truly wary of the bureau’s people.

Sensing the unease of the person in his arms, Feng Xun patted the youth’s head reassuringly and carried him out of the carriage.

Jian Tang was so tense he didn’t dare breathe, but incredibly—the crowd from the bureau didn’t seem to notice them at all. Their solemn, alert gazes remained fixed on the interior of the carriage, as if guarding against a vicious monster that could spring out at any moment.

During this time, it wasn’t that no one sensed something amiss; from time to time, glances shifted toward Feng Xun’s direction, only to look away in confusion.

Feng Xun walked as if passing through an empty field, smoothly carrying the person in his arms away from the multi-layered perimeter of the bureau.

They quickly arrived at the subway exit, where yellow caution tape had been put up, completely deserted.

On the wall beside the exit stood a massive, silver-grey door, its design identical to a standard residential front door, standing there entirely out of place.

Feng Xun walked straight over, opened the door, and stepped through.

The other side of the door led directly to his safe house—Apartment 404, Building 44 of the Xingfu Yuan neighborhood.

The door shut, the passageway closed, and they completely left behind the dangerous, bizarre subway station, returning to the warm little home belonging to the two of them.

Now that the external crisis had been resolved, it was time to address their internal domestic issues.

Feng Xun placed the boy onto the sofa, intending to pour a cup of warm honey water to help him calm down.

But just as his hands began to loosen, he was instantly held tight by the other party: “Don’t go.”

The youth’s voice was thick with a nasal tone, carrying a hint of a sob, looking as though he could burst into tears again at any moment. “Don’t go.”

“Alright, I won’t go.”

Feng Xun immediately changed his mind, taking advantage of the movement to re-embrace the youth, and the two fell onto the sofa together.

Jian Tang lay on top of the man, enveloped in his embrace and stroked for a long time before his breathing gradually stabilized, and a bit of color slowly returned to his pale cheeks.

The two embraced quietly for ages. Feng Xun gently combed through the youth’s hair with his fingers. He loved touching him like this; the youth’s strands were fluffy and soft, just like his own full, tender heart at this moment.

The situation was much better than he had anticipated.

Based on Feng Xun’s past experiences, ordinary humans found it very difficult to accept anomalous events that exceeded their cognition. Even if he saved them, they would mostly view him as an equally terrifying monster. To heal their internal trauma, they wouldn’t want to see him again, because his appearance would only cause them to relive the fear and agony of that moment.

But Little Tang didn’t.

He didn’t scream and push him away like the people from before, nor did he turn and run in terror. He was actually still willing to hug him tightly, nestling dependently in his arms—even after witnessing that terrifying scene, and even after seeing his other side as a task taker, he was still willing to be close to him.

Feng Xun gently combed the youth’s hair back, revealing his smooth, full forehead.

He couldn’t resist lowering his head, tenderly kissing his lover’s forehead.

The youth was docile and cooperative, tilting his face up to look at him. Those eyes that had just finished crying were still a bit red, looking like a pitiable little rabbit gazing at him tearfully.

Feng Xun instinctively held him even tighter, leaning down to plant a kiss on the youth’s reddened eyelids.

The soothing kisses quickly spread to his eyelashes, the corners of his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and his earlobes…

When Feng Xun lowered his head once more, wanting to kiss the boy’s tightly pursed lips, the youth suddenly lifted his face and proactively pressed his lips against the man’s.

Feng Xun blanked for a moment.

As if to tell him this wasn’t a delusion in his dreams, the youth wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, deepening the kiss.

An inexperienced first kiss, raw and clumsy. Jian Tang instinctively closed his eyes, his long, feather-like eyelashes trembling lightly as his moist, soft lips brushed against the man’s. He didn’t know the proper way to kiss, merely pecking and nuzzling by instinct, awkwardly expressing his affection and intimacy.

Their breathing gradually grew ragged, and their hearts pounded like war drums. In a daze, Jian Tang felt the man’s hand slide into his hair, his fingers firmly cupping the back of his head as he opened his mouth, enveloping his soft lips.

At first, it was just a gentle licking, as if probing bit by bit, before turning increasingly bold and hungry—sucking, lightly nipping, his fiery tongue easily prying open his lips to swirl and tease inside his mouth.

Jian Tang’s hands pressed against the man’s sturdy chest. With his head tilted back and his mouth open, his breath ebbed and flowed like a tide, tossing him high up before dropping him heavily.

He felt like a drowning man who had fallen into the ocean; the waves were gentle yet brutal, enveloping and overwhelming him until he could barely catch his breath. His brain grew dizzy from a severe lack of oxygen, and he could hear nothing, see nothing. Amidst the floating and sinking, his only remaining sensation was the tongue rubbing and grinding between their teeth.

A bizarre feeling he had never experienced before, intense enough to make Jian Tang timid, yet he couldn’t help but continue the entanglement. His heart was filled with a bloated, fulfilling sensation; the troubles, reservations, worries, and fears that had plagued him previously were no longer important at this moment, turning into negligible specks of dust.

It wasn’t until both of them were panting heavily and their clothes had become thoroughly disheveled that this long, deep kiss finally concluded.

Jian Tang’s mind was still a bit in a fog. He slumped against the man, breathing softly. He felt something pressing against him, but he was too lazy to move, only wanting to hold the other party with a blank mind, thinking of nothing and caring about nothing.

The hand that had been stroking his hair slowly moved down, landing on the bruise on the side of his neck—the mark left behind when the man in the suit choked him on the subway.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Jian Tang shook his head in silence.

Feng Xun dropped all pretenses. With a rub of his two fingers, a spatial card appeared between them. He retrieved a vial of bruise-removing ointment from the card and applied the cool paste onto the youth’s injured neck.

He noticed that when he took out the spatial card, the youth’s breath hitched, but the boy said nothing and asked nothing, merely lying docily on top of him, letting him apply the medicine.

Feng Xun had always known he would have to confess his identity as a task taker to Little Tang sooner or leather, he just hadn’t expected this day to come so quickly, let alone that the other’s reaction would be like this.

“Little Tang, do you have nothing to ask me?”

Jian Tang was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head.

Feng Xun hesitated for a moment, asking tentatively, “Do you… already know my identity?”

Knowing he was a task taker, and knowing about the existence of the Anomalous World—which was why he could hold back from asking anything, because he already knew.

This time, Jian Tang remained silent for even longer. After a long while, he spoke softly.

“I don’t want to know,” he said. “I don’t want to know what other identities you have, I don’t want to know why you appeared there, and I don’t want to know what exactly happened on the subway today.”

“If I absolutely have to ask something, I only want to know—is the you I see the real you? Is your real name Feng Xun? Is your real appearance the face I see?”

“Yes.” Feng Xun grasped the youth’s hand, letting him touch his face. “The me you see is the real me—my name is Feng Xun, I look exactly like this, and the me before you is the authentic me.”

Jian Tang gazed into the man’s honest eyes. He could feel it: the other party wasn’t lying.

That was enough.
It truly was enough.

He would no longer obsess over whether a task taker was worthy of trust, nor would he reference the cases of other monsters on the forum, let alone continue worrying about how Feng Xun would react if his own monster identity was exposed.

Because it was meaningless.
There were millions of people in this world, but none of them were Feng Xun;
There were millions of lifestyles in this world, but those lifestyles couldn’t represent his own;
There were also millions of joys, sorrows, meetings, and partings in this world, but those stories of sadness and separation hadn’t happened yet.

Only when facing death did Jian Tang truly realize: grasping what was before his eyes and cherishing the present was the most important thing.

What was before his eyes, his present, was having a human wife, with the two of them building a warm, happy home together.

—This was also his original intention, which hadn’t changed at all across more than nine hundred years.

Jian Tang let out a soft laugh.

He used his fingers to stroke past the man’s sharp brows, his straight nose, his slightly parted thin lips, and his well-defined jaw line, tracing inch by inch, engraving it into his mind inch by inch, before finally resting his hand lightly on the man’s shoulder.

“Feng Xun, do you like me a lot?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know that I like you a lot, too?”

“Mm.”

“I remember you saying before that you really like a peaceful, quiet family life, and that you think such a life is very warm and happy. Is that true?”

“Of course.”

“What a coincidence, I think so too.”

The corners of Jian Tang’s mouth arched up—he had made up his mind; he wouldn’t wait anymore, nor was he willing to wait any longer.

“Feng Xun.”

The youth leaned forward, once again pressing his lips against the man’s, his sweet words melting between their intertwined teeth.

“Let’s… get married.”

A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing