Xiao Jingze had been a carefree, laid-back disciple of an inner sect, one of its foremost talents. He practiced at his own pace and didn't take cultivation too seriously. Then he failed a breakthrough, badly damaged his cultivation, and lost any hope of a future. So he leveraged his looks and connections to enter a selection for attendants to a cultivation clan.
Before long, the heir to the cultivation clan took a liking to him and made him his bed companion.
The once lofty top disciple had cast aside his dignity and become the one beneath. People looked down on him, but Xiao Jingze accepted their scorn.
The future head of the clan, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was a sword cultivator who fit every stereotype: hopelessly inept at understanding people and obsessed with the sword. He went into seclusion every few days, then, whenever he remembered Xiao Jingze after coming out, he'd sleep with him.
Sometimes he couldn't even remember sleeping with him afterward.
Qi Shen frowned. "Where did those marks on your body come from?"
Xiao Jingze: "..."
Xiao Jingze: "I pinched myself, okay?"
Xiao Jingze coasted along for over a century, finally rebuilding his foundation. He decided they should part on good terms and went back to the outer sect to cultivate.
When Qi Shen came out of seclusion, he learned that his bed companion had gone on a mission. He didn't react at all.
Only when the mission dragged on with no end in sight and Xiao Jingze was nowhere to be found did he finally ask about him. The answer he got was that his bed companion had run away.
He flew into a rage. "Who said we could part on good terms?!"
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Theme: Relationships need communication
