Chapter 52: Kissing Experience… Average (Kissing Xi Yun seems… just like that…)
What was hidden beneath the rough black pottery?
Xi Yun, possessing X-ray vision, was the only one who clearly knew what was inside.
Le Can knew this fact well.
But even though curiosity came alive like the ink jade kitten, extending its claws to scratch at his heart, he couldn’t open his mouth to ask what was inside.
Leaving aside whether Xi Yun would answer, how would he explain how he discovered the abnormality?
This would inevitably implicate Le Can’s identity as a transmigrator.
In this world, the only person who might expose this identity, Jian Minglang, had already been tested and found to have no memory related to Xi Yun. A straight-shooting suspected transmigrator/rebirther was nothing to fear.
Since transmigrating until now, although Le Can acted a bit willfully and didn’t hide things enough to prevent Xi Yun from guessing he knew about the ability, the premise was that Xi Yun respected him and had a great sense of propriety.
The former confirmed the hidden danger didn’t exist; the latter meant he wouldn’t dig for the root of the matter.
The secret of transmigration—if Le Can didn’t say it, no one would know.
He intended to take it to his grave.
Respect was usually reciprocal… Xi Yun didn’t pursue his strange behaviors, so Le Can wouldn’t senselessly expose the other’s secret.
So whether curious or restless, he could only suppress it for now.
Le Can was clear on this, and Xi Yun could probably guess it, but Yuan Cheng didn’t know!
He didn’t know Xi Yun had a cheat, nor did he know Le Can knew Xi Yun had a cheat.
As the only one of the three completely in the dark, Yuan Cheng could only widen his eyes alone.
He looked at Xi Yun, who offered no follow-up after giving instructions, then looked at Le Can, who had no follow-up after exclaiming with him, experiencing the feeling of being isolated and helpless.
Worthy of being a married couple, Yuan Cheng thought, colluding together!
But getting angry was useless; Yuan Cheng couldn’t do anything about the two people openly forming a clique in front of him. In the end, with a face full of “my trust was ultimately misplaced” chill and disappointment, he hugged the items and left.
Not to sleep.
Who could sleep after this?!
There’s an old saying: it’s better to rely on oneself than on others. Yuan Cheng wiped his face messily, preparing to harass Yuchi overnight.
Since no one would explain it to him, he would go find the answer himself!
Yuchi, who didn’t yet know what was coming: Back chilling.JPG
Night. The young man, fresh from a bath, was steamed rosy-white by the water vapor.
He slowly lay down, entering the soft duvet.
The creamy white pajamas, wrapped in the deep, rich blackness, made the human in the middle look even more pale and translucent, like a freshly peeled lychee.
The “Lychee” himself had no awareness of his own freshness.
Because the moment his spine touched the soft mattress carrying the scent of sunshine, everything seemed to hit the delete button.
The soreness and fatigue hidden in the gaps between muscles and bones, the various chaotic thoughts filling his brain… everything seemed to be absorbed by the bed behind him through the contact surface.
Le Can hadn’t even done anything with Xi Yun yet, but he had already entered “Sage Mode.”
Only when movement came from beside him, followed by the subsiding of that movement, did he lazily lift his eyelids and sluggishly glance at the ceiling in the darkness.
In his brain, which was booting up with difficulty, clear consciousness squirmed for a long time before slowly extending a corner like a snail’s tentacle.
Le Can tried to organize his language, “You, me, that bowl…”
One must know, when a person’s willpower is weak, it is easiest to speak without thinking.
Le Can hadn’t intended to mention the small black bowl. But probably because he had thought about it too many times before and after the shower, it just slipped out smoothly along the soaked brain grooves when his brain was least defended.
When he realized what he had blurted out, his half-squinting, hazy peach-blossom eyes suddenly widened into round shapes.
His chaotic brain instantly sobered up by half.
Le Can abruptly turned his head to look at the person resting beside him with eyes closed, feeling a bit nervous.
Unlike his own messy sleeping postures that were different every night, Xi Yun’s posture had been standard since the first day they slept together, as if cut out from a textbook.
Eyes closed, posture rigorous… too impeccable, so much so that Le Can couldn’t find an opening to speak.
This was the downside of having a roommate. Schedules would always be inconsistent; it could never compare to the freedom and lack of restraint when being alone.
“Looking down through the crack in the bowl, one can see a touch of blue.”
Under the faint light, Le Can saw the pale lips touch, and then a voice as elegant and melodious as a cello slowly flowed into his ears.
The voice was steady, the tone flat; in the silent night, it seemed to carry a soothing power.
Le Can, half his body suspended nervously in the air, listened quietly while slowly lowering his body back onto the soft bed.
Except, after this turn, he went from lying on his own side of the bed where “well water does not intrude into river water,” to having half his body out of the duvet, crossing the midline, and pressing onto the other half…
Xi Yun didn’t mind, and Le Can lost his nervousness.
He lay there lazily for half a minute, then opened his mouth to ask, “So, is this the explanation you’re giving me?”
Relaxed in body and mind, plus the erosion of sleepiness, Le Can’s voice was small. And because half his face was buried in the duvet while lying on his stomach, his mouth didn’t open much, making it sound inexplicably sticky.
It wasn’t pure relaxation; if Le Can had even a shred of defense, he wouldn’t have made such a sound.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes slowly opened: “Mn.”
“But Xi Yun, both you and I know, the small black bowl wasn’t smashed by the ring setting…”
Le Can didn’t intentionally raise his pitch; instead, he imitated the rhythm of Xi Yun’s speech, calm and flat.
Saying there was a crack back then was just fabricating an excuse to pay the bill. Le Can and Xi Yun both knew the crack didn’t exist.
So naturally, Xi Yun saying he could see a color other than black through the crack, according to common sense… wouldn’t hold up at all.
Another plain “Mn” sounded in his ear.
Le Can suddenly propped himself up off the bed with both hands, half-crawling up.
He didn’t act “indifferent as a chrysanthemum” this time. Instead, lowering his brows, he shoved his face in front of someone who had opened his eyes at some point.
Looking down from above, scrutinizing the other with his gaze, “You knew perfectly well I wouldn’t believe it!”
Yet you still used such a reason…
This kind of excuse, which could be poked through with one touch, couldn’t even fool Yuan Cheng, yet Xi Yun specifically used it on him.
“Xi Yun, what are you waiting for me to ask?!”
The moment he heard the rhetorical question, the silver-gray irises before him seemed to be dyed with the depth of the night, making Le Can panic for a second.
Xi Yun: “If I am waiting for you to ask something, how would you ask it? Le Can.”
The ball kicked out was kicked back.
Le Can’s fair fingers gripping the dark bedsheet tightened, hatefully scratching deep and shallow wrinkles into Xi Yun’s neat bedding.
When he spoke again, he had regained his calm tone.
“Your own business, things I am clear about, what is there to ask?”
Xi Yun wanted him to speak first; Le Can simply wouldn’t grant his wish.
This wasn’t just a psychological confrontation; more so, an invisible alarm in his body began to sound.
Intuition told Le Can that now, this moment, was not a good time to confess that he knew about Xi Yun’s ability.
Even in a vague premonition, being open about it would immediately invite something even more tricky. Le Can didn’t know what that was, but before knowing, he had already started to shrink back.
Indecision wasn’t Le Can’s style.
But, he just cowardly stopped in his tracks on this matter. Because… he inexplicably felt that the price of clarity was something he couldn’t afford right now.
Xi Yun chuckled low.
“Yes, that is my business…”
The slightly hoarse voice was exceptionally grinding in the silent night. Even if Le Can didn’t want to listen, it seeped into the depths of his ears through every crack like water.
“My business, why do you…”
Le Can’s identity, which he had just thought about taking to the crematorium not long ago, shook a couple of times. Consequently, his already unsettled heart knocked rapidly in his chest twice.
“…understand it so clearly?”
After the last four words were spoken, Le Can’s breathing suddenly stopped for a second.
When those double pupils, the root of everything, looked over again, the knuckles gripping the bedsheet tensed, then released.
The young man with lowered brows kicked away the duvet wrapped around him without warning, his straight, slender legs straddling the person beside him!
The man who was controlling the rhythm a second ago was ridden upon in the next.
Immediately after, the person pressing on him not only didn’t restrain himself but leaned forward aggressively, forcing eye contact.
“Le, Can.”
The person whose name was called in warning admiringly appreciated the beautiful eyes that suddenly contracted in front of him.
He propped his hands on both sides of Xi Yun’s shoulders, narrowing his hazy peach-blossom eyes in pleasure, outlining the features of the person beneath him bit by bit from a high vantage point.
Bright eyes and sparse brows, high nose and deep eyes; only when extremely pale does one realize the flower is more vibrant…
“You…”
Thin, light-colored lips—looked very kissable at a glance.
Le Can was extremely annoyed by the words coming from that mouth. Before the annoying words could be finished, he suddenly collapsed his soft waist, personally blocking the source of the problem.
Kissing someone for the first time, he didn’t control the force properly. The lips pressed down with a hint of punishment and anger, crashing until Le Can’s lips went numb.
The two lips colliding with his were indeed thin, carrying a softness that was a bit surprising. However, this wasn’t an antidote that could soothe the pain and numbness.
Le Can parted his lips slightly, revealing a row of neat little white teeth, and bit hard on Xi Yun’s soft yet tough thin lip.
With misplaced anger, with curiosity, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, he densely nibbled at the person by his mouth bite by bite.
In the blind spot he couldn’t see, the pale lips were dyed bit by bit with the same crimson as his own. But, there was a slight difference…
Deep and shallow teeth marks superimposed on them, a characteristic Le Can didn’t have.
This characteristic was also personally bestowed upon Xi Yun by him.
However, apart from softness and elasticity, from the initial faint coolness to the faint dampness and heat from his own gnawing.
Le Can didn’t taste any other flavor.
Very plain, very bland. No… there was a hint of fresh taste.
Probably because Xi Yun brushed his teeth at night, Le Can thought, because he used the same toothpaste.
But, was kissing just this?
If it was really just this, then why were so many people so keen on it?
No, this experience is too average, too boring.
Even kissing Xi Yun seems… just like that?
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