THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE. INFATUATION.

So i am backkkk! After about a week or so. I was caught up with my second semester schedules and other stuffs so i seldom had the time to write a chapter.☺️☺️☺️☺️
Okay just kidding.😒😒😒😒 I wasn't that busy or anything. I was just too lazy this week so i couldn't find time to write this chapter although everything was already laid down in my head. And the culprit? Well it was none other than MY FAVOURITE NUMBER ONE...no...rather..its MY FOREVER FAVOURITE NUMBER ONE BL NOVEL 'THE LEGENDARY MASTER'S WIFE' BY 'YINYA.'
I mean, come on YOU XIAO MO IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND OH MY GOD HE IS SOOO FUCCCKIINNG CUTTTEEEE. OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH.😖😖
Its after all a super long bl novel with over seven hundred chapters, and i don't usually like novels and animes with lonnnggg chapters or episodes. So i usually drop the story when the chapters exceed over five hundred in numbers. Let me give you some examples: Naruto, Daughter of the first wife shen yi di nu, Gintama, dragon ball, cindrella chef etc are some examples. I dropped all these because i found them too long.
BUT...
If LMW were to be adapted into a live action drama i will definitely stick with it even if its episodes were to be above fifty because i love it sooo muchhh.😘😘😘😘
You xiao mo oh you xiao mo😭😭😭 he is so fucking precious, everything about him is so awww.😘😘😘😘 When i read something i have to finish it in one go no matter what. So when i reread The Legendary Master's Wife again this this week for the fifth or sixth time, i definitely had to complete it in one go to ease my heart. So i did; even prioritizing it over my sleeping hours. And damn even after rereading it over and over again the excitement, the moe and the heart squeezing stings are still there, with more intensity. Ling Xiao and You Xiao Mo, they make my heart go uwaaa....every time i read it again and again and again. I will never get tired of LMW. It will always be my number one favourite chinese bl novel.
Sorry but i needed an outlet to express my love for LMW. And i did it just now.

So let the chapter begin.

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Zarad stared right into the brown orbs of the boy above him. His eyes and his gaze held no contempt and malice, rather it was pure, tinted with extreme sharpness, with one glance he could tell that his temperament was quite noble despite his aloof demeanor.
Suddenly he frowned his eyebrows. The pain on his back was pressing against him even more. But when he looked up to met his overwhelming gaze all the pain down there was gone.

He smirked. "You..." He said. "You have been avoiding me, haven't you?"

The later had an expression which did not change despite his words. Meaning he already knew. Looking down at him with aloof eyes he replied. "So?"

Pulling away from Zarad at a lightning speed with swift movements, he adjusted his clothes. Without looking at him in the eyes he spoke nonchalantly, ready to leave.

"So what if i was avoiding you?"

Zarad was once again momentarily shocked. This boy, it seemed he had no what so ever intention of masking his real self. It was quite refreshing for him to meet someone with such an interesting personality. And what was even more was that he liked it.

"Please excuse this subordinate. The night is long and i wish to rest. Good night."

Hitomu's voice interrupted him. Sure enough he was already walking to the edge of the spring pond.
Zarad stared at his leaving figure. Suddenly the itch to pull him back to the pond rose in his heart again. Earlier he had felt this itch and as if sensing it his body had followed his instinct thus resulting him into grabbing Hitomu's legs, dragging him into the water.
Sure enough the impulse to do it surged again and this time it was stronger.

Well...since its itching so much why not just let it out?

Zarad thought to himself. Following his line of thought he dashed at Hitomu's retreating back and gave chase to his leaving figure. The latter had just stepped out of the spring pond. He had yet to take a step when he felt the person behind approaching his back. Without looking back he threw a powerful kick aiming at Zarad's hands and it landed on the stretching hand of the prince before he narrowly dodged it just by a second.
Zarad stared at the part of his hand that had grazed pass against his kick. He raised an eyebrow in delight. He was lucky that he had dodged it or else the small bruise on his hand might have covered his whole fist.
Chuckling to himself, he looked at Hitomu, his eyes slanting with interest.

This time it was Hitomu who frowned seeing this. Not good. It really was not good.

Adjusting his thin robe Zarad got into position. It was easy to tell he was getting ready to attack.
If he was looking for a simple brawling practice match, it was fine. But his actions held deep meaning and this deep meaning was what made Hitomu frown.
The distance between the two people was only a few yards. Standing by the edge of the pond both stared deeply into each other's eyes and then they both finally led loose.
Sprinting the little distance between them they entangled themselves into a close combat fight.
Into the dark and silent night two people sent out punch after punch and kick after kick, the momentum and the power of their each attack held so much force that when the two forces met hand on hand it was letting out a whosss windy sound. The power in their attacks held so much explosive force and yet whenever the two exchanged blows it did not let out any sound, as if soundless. Only people with extraordinary skills were capable of doing this.

While blindly looking the two appeared to be equal in strength but when looking closer a veteran could tell that one of the fighters was actually overwhelming out the other by a little bit. And this little bit had a really big gap. Because the other person had yet to get serious. Infact it could be said he was casually moving his body to fight with no what so ever serious conviction.

"I wonder why his highness, first prince is doing this? What is the point of crafting a 'bow and an arrow' when you could casually rest because you already have a sword; Why bother with troublesome energy burning?"

"Then may i ask why you are striking back with a sword when you could just assist in making this so called 'bow and an arrow' rather than burning our energies why not both of us step down and have a talk?"

As the two casually exchanged this dialogue with each other they had already clashed more than ten attacks with each other.

"Wrong." Hitomu said as he landed swiftly on the ground. He adjusted his legs to a clean posture.

"Oh?" The other person also adjusted his posture into a domineering stance. "How am i wrong?"

Both were now in a stalemate. They were wearing thin layers of clothing. Infact Zarad's was a single thin robe. Both had long hairs drenching with little drops of water. Their expressions intimidating, eyes locked with each other, the bright moonlight shining upon their figures, revealing the build underneath their thin clothes. One who saw this could not deny that they looked very seductive. Two skilled men exchanging blows with each other like this, was without a doubt very seductive, in a very manly manner.

"A sword and a bow and an arrow, you are the one with them." Hitomu spoke as he closed up to him. "But i am different." When he had minimised the distance between them to inches he jumped up with his face facing Zarad. Looking at his blue eyes in close proximity he added.

"I am clearly different. As for how and why? You figure it out yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking while in a mid air stance he chopped his hand against Zarad's nape, hitting a certain weak spot. Then following this the tall and masculine figure stopped moving, halting all his movements at once.
Landing behind him the latter glanced at him.

"The night has shortened. We should rest."

Hitomu had intended to paralyse him and bring the other back to his tent. After that he would go back to his own to rest and sleep. As for how this paralysed man's reaction would be in the morning, he did not care.
Thinking so he reached out to grab the other man's wrist. However, as soon as his hands touched the other he felt a numbing sensation coursing throughout his body. Suddenly he widened his eyes as he was pulled forward by the other. And as they tumbled back....splash.

They fell into the pond once again.

Damn....that Royal Halo! Hitomu could not help but curse. He had completely forgotten about this annoying royal halo and that this man could use it.

His body, without the support of his balance and coordination fell near the edge of the pond, his back leaning against its edge. This felt like deja vu except that now he was the one underneath while Zarad was the one on top of him.
The one above him brought his face close to Hitomu's. Pressed down helplessly underneath this man, he could not help but frown at him face on face. And the reason for this was because of the deep look in Zarad's blue eyes.

I really hoped i was wrong....but i guess it was hopeless....damn....how did this happen....!

He cursed in silence.

INFATUATION!

That gaze was filled with infatuation. He couldn't be wrong. It was definitely infatuation.