Encounter with a snake"

Fate...

The night was exceptionally quiet, with the candlelight flickering faintly. In the small room, Shen Qingxuan's voice was not loud, but clear and serious, his expression earnest, even solemn.

He spoke with such a look: "We are destined to follow different paths but end up in the same place. What do you think?"

Yi Mo was somewhat surprised.

How could he not be surprised?

He was originally a snake, only chosen because of his solitary nature, and the one who enlightened him had now become a celestial being. After cultivating for a thousand years and passing through this calamity, another transcendence awaited him. However, it would take another two or three hundred years. At this moment, there was Shen Qingxuan, a mortal, stating decisively, "We are destined to follow different paths but end up in the same place."

Where were they destined to end up? Heaven or earth?

Yi Mo could see that Shen Qingxuan did not have the aptitude for cultivation, which was related to fate. Shen Qingxuan had a prosperous destiny, but it was only suitable for wandering in the mortal world. Although Shen Qingxuan, who was destined for wealth and nobility, was currently in dire straits, it was just a passing misfortune.

From the first meeting, Yi Mo knew that this was his fate with Shen Qingxuan. Meeting was fate, otherwise, he would have remained hidden in the mountains. How could he have had the whim to enter the Shen family compound that day, revealing his snake form basking in the sun on the railing, letting Shen Qingxuan be drenched in hot tea.

So he helped him, just following fate. According to mortal terms, he was Shen Qingxuan's benefactor, helping him through his tribulations, and he could also gain merit.

After Shen Qingxuan passed through his ordeal, he would naturally go with the flow of fate, and his future glory would have nothing to do with Yi Mo. Earthly rewards meant nothing to Yi Mo, but Shen Qingxuan's fate was set, and he could not transcend it.

After all, a human life was only a hundred years, which was nothing more than a drop in the ocean to him. When Shen Qingxuan died of old age, his bones decayed and his body turned to dust, Yi Mo would still be the same, standing in the world. Where was the common destination?

Yi Mo walked slowly over and stood in front of Shen Qingxuan, lowering his head, gazing at him intently for a long time before speaking, "I underestimated you."

Shen Qingxuan knew that his previous words were presumptuous, even offensive, but he didn't know how he could have said such a nonsensical thing. At this moment, Yi Mo's face was as usual, showing no clues. Shen Qingxuan took this sentence as a compliment. Unexpectedly, after a pause, Yi Mo spoke again in a calm tone, "Although you appear frail and weak, your lustful desires are great."

Shen Qingxuan was stunned by Yi Mo's sudden evaluation, unable to react for a moment. He still raised his face, staring blankly at him. When he reacted, his face suddenly flushed like it was about to ignite, and he couldn't even speak fluently, muttering, "What... what nonsense are you talking about!"

Yi Mo remained standing with his hands behind his back, his face showing no ripples, calmly saying, "I saved your life and promised to restore you to health. It is only right for you to repay me with your body. However, I have not yet harbored lustful desires, but you are so eager, which surprises me."

His words were logical and clear, bombarding Shen Qingxuan's mind into fragments, rendering him speechless.

Seeing him in disarray, blushing like he might burst into flames at any moment, and stumbling over his words, Yi Mo pondered for a moment before raising his hand, fingers slightly curled, and lightly touched his overheated face. It was like an inspection, yet also reminiscent of frivolity.

The warmth transferred from his fingertips, smooth to the touch. Yi Mo then opened his palm, turning his wrist to completely cover the hot spot on his face with his icy cold palm. Extremely warm.

As his palm gently caressed his face, from the forehead to the cheekbones, then to the cheeks, finally resting on Shen Qingxuan's sharp and thin jawline, the temperature on Shen Qingxuan's face not only did not decrease, but became even hotter.

Regardless of Shen Qingxuan's stunned expression, Yi Mo continued to touch him for a while before calmly withdrawing his hand, saying, "You've lost some weight, but your skin is still smooth."

Shen Qingxuan exclaimed in a low voice, then instinctively shrank back, but when he came to his senses, he hastily reprimanded, "What... What are you doing!"

Yi Mo raised his eyes and looked straight at him, saying, "Since you are willing to repay me with your body, shouldn't I check the quality?"

Shen Qingxuan still blushed, but his mind had recovered most of its clarity. Seeing Yi Mo's blunt and shameless words, and with only the two of them in the room, leaning so close to each other, exchanging breaths adding to the ambiguity, he decided to let go of his shame and said softly, "According to your words, I seem to owe you. Have you ever seen a man willing to offer himself in repayment? There is no record of such behavior in those books."

As he spoke, Yi Mo reached out again and untied his waistband.

As his waist loosened, Shen Qingxuan pursed his lips and swallowed the words he was about to say. Suddenly, he realized that Yi Mo was not unaware but deliberately attributing his feelings to the matter of repaying a debt. In this way, it would be much easier to resolve, without so much entanglement.

Realizing this, Shen Qingxuan felt as if he had been drenched in cold water, with chills spreading all over. However, he had some experience after all, and he quickly recovered, not showing any movement, allowing Yi Mo to unfasten his belt.

The room suddenly fell silent again, with only the faint sound of the loosened belt.

Shen Qingxuan looked down at his open robe, revealing a white undershirt. He watched as the slender, powerful fingers deftly moved to loosen the side belt of the undershirt, then untied another one. When Yi Mo's cold fingers occasionally touched his skin, Shen Qingxuan felt cold, and tiny bumps appeared on his skin.

Sensing his reaction, Yi Mo stopped his hand, paused for a moment, and asked, "Do you still want to repay me with your body?"

Shen Qingxuan also paused for a moment, then smiled faintly, raised his hand to remove his headdress. His long hair cascaded down, covering half of his face.

"If it's repayment, it must be sincere." Shen Qingxuan raised the corners of his lips, put the headdress aside, and turned his face back with composure. "Let's not forget that you're a snake, and I might freeze to death. Even if it's a thousand years of