Ping An searched everywhere possible to find Lui Ming, but all was in vain — he couldn't even find his shadow.
He had no idea where Lui Ming lived, so going to his house was out of the question.
Still, Ping An searched endlessly until he subconsciously stopped at the place where they had first met. He looked up at the dark, starry sky and sighed deeply. Just then, Uncle Bao happened to pass by and spotted him.
Uncle Bao wasn't the type to care about someone who had a history of scamming him, but there were still memories between them that could stir even this perverted man's heart.
Walking over, he lightly tapped the kid. "Hey, Xiao Ping—"
"Go find someone else to harass, perverted Bao," Ping An interrupted, not giving Uncle Bao any time to speak.
what the ?
Uncle Bao felt wronged! He had actually been about to say something heartfelt and sincere, but before he could even try, he was insulted on the spot.
Hmph! I tried to help you, you stupid brat! Hope whatever's making you sad hurts you tenfold! he thought angrily as he stomped away.
Ping An didn't even look at him. His eyes stayed on the sky. "Su Feiyu…" he whispered, voice soft and enchanting.
Soon, it was already midnight. Barely any shop remained open. He decided to call it a day, slipping behind a closed storefront. There, he transformed into a young, handsome man — though not nearly as striking as his true form. Emerging from the shadows, he began walking toward a familiar destination.
The moonlight brushed across his features, giving him a fragile, ethereal glow. In this new form, he looked like a delicate twenty-three-year-old man, pale and slightly sickly.
As he walked, a small girl ran up to him. "Young Master!" she cried, breathless as she caught up.
"Where have you been? The master even locked your room, trying to keep you from ruining your body — and yet, after hours of staying put, you sneak out right before medicine time? Young Master, have you forgotten you aren't a child anymore?" she nagged gently, holding his hand and guiding him back home.
Ping An lived another life as a sickly young master. When he first descended, he hadn't wanted to start with riches — nor did he want constant attention. So he disguised himself as the young master of a modest merchant family in the city, named Mou Cheng.
Ping An didn't know how long the little girl's scolding went on, nor when they finally reached home. He didn't think much of it — after taking the medicine she'd mentioned, he laid down and closed his eyes.
"Lang Yu~ Yu~"
A familiar, honeyed voice called out seductively.
Ping An's eyes flew open, and he found himself staring into Lui Ming's flushed face — inches away from his own. "Wh-what—?"
Before he could speak, Lui Ming's lips crashed onto his. The kiss was desperate, trembling with emotion and longing.
Ping An's face flushed bright red. As he pulled away slightly to breathe, his gaze met Lui Ming's — his half-dressed figure illuminated softly by the moonlight filtering through the window. He looked like temptation itself, fragile and beautiful yet burning with desire.
Ping An swallowed hard. The air between them thickened, their breaths uneven. Lui Ming leaned in again, and this time, Ping An didn't resist. The tension that had built for so long finally broke — a quiet surrender to something neither could deny.
Their lips met again, deeper, slower. The sound of their mingled breaths filled the room, heartbeat against heartbeat, the space alive with the warmth of reunion and yearning.
Time blurred. Reality and dream mixed like smoke and light until all that remained was the feeling of being whole again.
When morning came, Ping An stirred. The bed was cold beside him. Lui Ming was gone.
He blinked in confusion, sitting up — then froze when he realized what had happened.
"…It was all a dream?" he murmured.
The realization hit him like a wave. He gave a hollow laugh, though his chest ached with something sharp and raw.
"So… I lost my virginity to a dream? Sigh…"
He leaned back against the bed, eyes dim but lips curling faintly.
"Su Feiyu… I thick i've lost it ," he whispered to the empty room.