Chapter 150 – Extra 11 – Baijia Buddha 1

The sun had just risen, and the pale moon still hung in the sky. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with even the elderly morning exercisers in the neighborhood yet to wake up. From the balcony outside the bedroom came the sound of splashing water. Lao Ye, who had slept in a basin all night, slowly crawled out along the slope. Instead of hurrying outside, it inched its way to a dry cloth placed by the door—a specialized pet towel for drying. In no time, the cloth absorbed all the moisture from the turtle’s shell. It lifted its front foot, shaking it slightly, as if confirming it was dry, before slowly making its way to the nearby bowl of turtle food.

The bowl still had some food left—a large clump of high-end, natural turtle feed. However, Lao Ye stared at it for a long time without taking a bite. Instead, it slowly turned its neck to look at its shell. The cracked shell had already shed a large portion, and the newly grown shell was noticeably larger, glossy and reddish-brown, looking quite striking. However, compared to the new shell, the old patches that hadn’t fully fallen off looked even more pitiful, like stubborn remnants of a plaster stuck to its back. After twisting its neck to look around, Lao Ye huffed and scratched the door open with its claws, then trudged toward the bed.

The bedroom was also quiet, with the two people on the bed sleeping soundly, almost filling the large solid wood double bed. The tall bed frame was like an insurmountable obstacle for a turtle, but Lao Ye was familiar with the routine. It crawled to the edge of the bed, bit into the sheet hanging over the side, and tugged hard.

The movement on the bed immediately stirred a response. One person sat up gently, glanced at their still-sleeping partner, then threw off the covers and bent down to touch Lao Ye’s shell. Without a word, they got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. They weren’t wearing any clothes, completely bare, yet their movements were surprisingly natural, exuding a fluid beauty that was hard to look away from. However, there was no one to appreciate this scene at the moment. Lao Ye, satisfied, released the sheet and swaggered out of the bedroom, following the person.

Opening the fridge, Zhang Xiuqi took out some shrimp stored in the refrigerator, skillfully removed the heads and shells at the sink, and placed the tender shrimp meat on a small plate, setting it in front of Lao Ye. Seeing the fresh shrimp, Lao Ye was finally pleased and happily lowered its head to tear into the food. The Little Celestial Master silently walked into the living room, fetched a cotton swab and a small bottle of medicine, then returned to the kitchen, squatting down to apply the medicine to Lao Ye’s shell. Most animals don’t like being disturbed while eating, but Lao Ye was an exception. It continued munching while lifting its shell toward the human’s hand, occasionally shifting its posture to signal that they shouldn’t slack off, ensuring every hidden crevice was properly treated. By the time the meal was finished, the shell was also taken care of. Lao Ye let out a satisfied burp and waddled toward the balcony in the living room, apparently planning to bask in the sun.

After putting away the plate and medicine, Zhang Xiuqi checked the timer on the rice cooker, confirming everything was in order, before heading to the bathroom. They had slept a bit late last night and hadn’t had time to shower, so now was the perfect opportunity.

As the sound of running water filled the air, Wei Yang opened his eyes. The space beside him on the pillow was empty, leaving only a trace of warmth. The balcony door was slightly ajar, and as expected, Lao Ye had caused some trouble. Recently, during its shell-shedding phase, the turtle had become increasingly demanding—requiring not only good food and drink but also three daily applications of medicine. It was as meticulous as maintaining a luxury car, and Wei Yang couldn’t fathom what was going through its mind.

Lazily rolling over in bed, Wei Yang frowned. His buttocks, between his legs, and even his chest felt sticky. The dried remnants of last night’s activities were still very much present, making his entire body feel uncomfortable. But last night… hehe… Licking his lips, Wei Yang felt a stirring in his body that had been thoroughly drained. Honestly, doing it with his Little Celestial Master wasn’t quite what he had imagined. Perhaps because of the so-called “dual cultivation,” they could do it every day without any signs of exhaustion. Instead, he felt more refreshed and energetic, almost wishing they could stay in bed longer. Unfortunately, his partner was far more fastidious and adhered strictly to the principles outlined in those Taoist texts. Maybe he should find more opportunities to try out last night’s style of play?

As his mind wandered through these chaotic thoughts, the sound of water from the next room stopped. A moment later, someone walked out. Wei Yang’s gaze immediately locked onto the figure in the doorway. Zhang Xiuqi emerged naked, casually drying his hair with a towel. His arms were raised high, and water droplets slid from his hair and shoulders, some rolling down his toned back and others following the lines of his abs and V-line into his lower body. The sight was so captivating that it stirred Wei Yang’s imagination. Without hesitation, he whistled.

Zhang Xiuqi immediately turned his head, and even from a distance, the glint in his dark eyes was unmistakable. His lips curled slightly as he walked toward the bedroom. If the back view was enticing, the front was even more so. Wei Yang swallowed and asked with a smile, “Did Lao Ye cause trouble again?”

“Fed it some shrimp. You should sleep a bit more.” Zhang Xiuqi nodded, seemingly oblivious to the invitation radiating from Wei Yang’s entire being. He casually tossed the towel onto the nightstand and pulled out a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe.

Wei Yang coughed lightly and reached out to touch Zhang Xiuqi’s thigh. “Brother Qi, it’s lonely sleeping alone. It’s still early—why don’t we sleep a bit longer?”

The hand that had been groping did succeed, but Zhang Xiuqi showed no signs of being swayed. Instead, after putting on his pants, he flipped Wei Yang onto his back and pressed a hand, still damp from the shower, against his waist.

“Ow, ow, ow…!” The difference in skill was too great, and Wei Yang had no chance to resist. He lay on the bed, pounding the mattress in mock pain. However, the hand didn’t stop, steadily working its way across his back and finally pressing a few times near his tailbone. Then, Zhang Xiuqi wrapped him in the blanket.

“Sleep, and you’ll feel better. You need to be more restrained next time.” Zhang Xiuqi reached out and gently patted Wei Yang’s head, the kind of comforting gesture one would use with a child. The warmth of his hand lingered on Wei Yang’s forehead, and somehow, the restlessness in Wei Yang’s heart settled. Drowsiness washed over him, and like a cat, he nuzzled against Zhang Xiuqi’s hand. With a soft chuckle, he said, “Then wake me at 8, okay? We still need to check on Treasure House…”

“Mm.” Zhang Xiuqi didn’t waste words. He stood up, swiftly put on his shirt and jacket, and by the time he was fully dressed, Wei Yang was already asleep again. He glanced at his peacefully sleeping partner, and the smile on his lips seemed to deepen. Silently, he left the bedroom, closed the door, and headed to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge again to take out the ingredients for breakfast.