Chapter 1469: Little Jin Chen Dragon and Guardian Phoenix 22

That afternoon, Chang Li sat alone in the office, meditating to fight his inner demon.

The feeling of reinforcing the seal inside his body was unpleasant; Chang Li sweated profusely, his lower lip bitten open and scabbed over, again and again.

More than three hours passed, and he had only barely managed to suppress it at first.

And Chang Li was so exhausted that even lifting his fingers felt unusually tiresome.

Chang Li went into the restroom, changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes, and left, weary.

"Hey boss, why haven't you left yet?"

The front desk staff had already prepared to close up; seeing Chang Li come out of the office startled them, and they withdrew the lock they'd hung on the main gate.

Chang Li's complexion was not good; he lowered his eyes and pressed his temples.

"Where's Jin Chen?" Chang Li only then realized it was already quitting time.

"Ah... Jin Chen left over two hours ago, saying he was going to hang out with a friend." The front desk explained, then cautiously glanced at the boss's expression.

Strictly speaking, Jin Chen isn't even part of their studio, and besides, the boss has connections upstairs—how could the front desk dare to stop him?

But somehow the boss's attitude felt a little strange...

The front desk staff saw it all, but for the moment couldn't figure out what was going on with the studio's whole crew shipping that CP.

What friends could Jin Chen possibly have here?

Chang Li became alert: "Did he go out alone?"

"Yes, he went alone."

It wasn't with Que Ling; could he have gone back to Demon Mountain?

Chang Li could only think of that possibility, after all, since coming down the mountain, Jin Chen has hardly had any chance to step out of his sight and make friends.

Furthermore...

Having been wronged here, returning to Demon Mountain wouldn't be anything wrong.

All the way home, Chang Li felt somewhat lost and wistful.

It shouldn't take long; once the heart demon is fully sealed, I'll go apologize to his dragon and then coax him back properly.

Yet I didn't expect that, as evening approached, Jin Chen would still come home.

Chang Li's gaze was almost astonished as he watched Jin Chen lug a huge box through the door; the box was sturdy, its contents indiscernible.

Without the usual hug and playful approach upon returning, Jin Chen gave Chang Li a flat glance, considering himself extremely cold and heartless!

Looking past the entryway, what met Chang Li's eyes was a sullen unwillingness, as if he'd suffered a great grievance.

Chang Li set down his coffee cup, rare for him to feel at a loss, unsure what expression to use facing the dragon who had just scolded him this afternoon.

Jin Chen, however, simply brushed past him while holding the box, not pausing at all.

Jin Chen went to the second bedroom—more precisely, the bedroom he used when he first came down the mountain; nowadays, the two of them usually sleep together.

Especially after Chang Li's body began showing various conditions, Jin Chen became 'worried' to the point of never leaving his side, not even sleeping apart.

Before entering, Jin Chen glanced back at Chang Li's reaction, his gaze awkward; Chang Li had been staring intently, then after their eyes met he hastily looked away, as if fleeing.

"Hmph."

Jin Chen let out a cold snort.

Feng Huang has a secret he's not telling him.

See who can outlast whom.

Jin Chen closed the door of the second bedroom.

Chang Li opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

He also didn't know whether Jin Chen had eaten dinner, where he had gone if not back to Demon Mountain, or if he'd encountered danger.

A hundred doubts filled his heart, turning into a long sigh.

Before bedtime, Jin Chen deliberately went to the master bedroom to grab the blanket and roll up the bedding; when Chang Li's gaze fell on him, he purposely walked noisily.

But it was of no use; Chang Li continued to feign extreme indifference and nonchalance.

Jin Chen, angry, decided not to say a word to Feng Huang tonight.

Said and done!

The second bedroom's door slammed shut again.

They hadn't slept apart in a long time; Chang Li, growing ever more familiar with and reliant on Jin Chen's scent, found it hard to fall asleep, tossing and turning, unable to rest—whenever he closed his eyes, Jin Chen's image appeared.

If Jin Chen weren't there it would be better, but instead he's just in the next room over; able to sense his dragon nearby yet unable to see or touch him, Chang Li feels anxious as if on fire, the cold and discomfort returning once more.

The room seemed to have turned into an ice cellar.

In a daze, deep into the night, Chang Li heard the door open, heavy footsteps gradually approaching.

Jin Chen's familiar scent was like a soothing balm; Chang Li couldn't suppress the urge to hug him, burying himself in the blankets and lifting his gaze to look at him.

Such obedient eyes seemed to revert to how he looked when his illness flared.

Chang Li still said nothing, but his actions were unusually earnest; his cold fingers slipped out from under the covers and gently tugged at Jin Chen's pajama cuff.

Jin Chen leaned down to look at him, rather mischievously pinching his cheek: "Feng Huang ignores me, yet still wants a hug."

He really treats me like a tool dragon!

In this pose, Chang Li is practically being encircled in Jin Chen's arms.

Chang Li stayed silent for two seconds, refusing to speak, merely turning his head to bury his face in Jin Chen's palm, rubbing gently.

After a while, Jin Chen asked again, "Feng Huang, don't you have anything to say?"

"... Yes."

Chang Li finally spoke, his voice hoarse with restrained tears, his hazy, darkening eyes fixed on Jin Chen's brows.

"Good night."

Jin Chen: "..."

What's the problem with being late! Who wants to hear this.

Feng Huang definitely did it on purpose.

Jin Chen gritted his teeth, 'Feng Huang, are you busy working at night, with no time to take care of me?'

Choked by his own excuse, Chang Li actually truly didn't know how to reply.

'If you don't give me an explanation, tomorrow I'll go back to Monster Mountain and never care about Feng Huang again.'

Anyway, he's young! He just wants to make trouble!

'No.'

Chang Li urgently grabbed the corner of Jin Chen's clothes as he tried to leave, hurt by the words 'I'll never care about you again,' and the wickedness deep in his heart began to stir faintly again.

'You promised to stay with me.'

'And Feng Huang even promised not to keep anything from me.'

Just as Jin Chen's words fell, he suddenly heard Chang Li let out a muffled grunt.

Then, when he lifted his gaze again, his eyes suddenly darkened, a hazy, icy coldness spreading.

The Heart Demon let out a cold laugh, lifted Jin Chen's chin, and said, 'So what? Just get lost.'

Jin Chen: ……

【Ahhhhhhh what does this mean!! Main God, what happened!】

Ling Gun Gun's fur stood on end from fright, fearing that if these two were displeased, they'd start another big fight.

Jin Chen was a little flustered.

Right now, Feng Huang is still not wrong.

But that doesn't necessarily mean he's her husband.

Jin Chen hurriedly pushed away the person who was almost clinging to his chest, and as he straightened up, he casually fastened the sleepwear buttons he had deliberately undone.

'Who are you? You're not Chang Li.'

The Heart Demon slowly sat up, the feeling of regaining control of his body after several hundred years was truly wonderful; even the handsome young dragon before him looked pleasing to the eye.

'No, I am Chang Li.' The Heart Demon smiled enchantingly, 'If you like Chang Li, you should also like me.'

Jin Chen frowned and stepped back another step.

Something's off, very off.

How could this weird person also have part of his wife's soul?

Originally I guessed that the original plot's Chang Li's thoughts had been suppressed, and Jin Chen cautiously asked, 'Are you his... second personality?'

This is so exciting!

'Of course not.' The Heart Demon affirmed again, smiling more beautifully yet slightly eerily, as evil aura kept pouring out.

The Heart Demon condensed all of Chang Li's malicious thoughts and evil energy; just a glance from his eyes carried malice, as if he might strike and kill at any moment.