Chapter 100: When Did You Notice?! Not long ago, just before you woke up…
By the time Le Can woke up, he had no idea how long it had been dark.
He blinked sluggishly in the darkness, quietly adjusting for a few minutes. In his pitch-black field of vision, the silhouettes of some furniture and decorations in the room gradually appeared.
The person closest to Le Can, and the one he could see most clearly, was Xi Yun.
It was a rare sight to see the man still in a deep sleep.
Those tightly furrowed brows had smoothed out, and the traces of pain and exhaustion hidden between them were leveled. The irritability that usually swirled around him had vanished completely.
Le Can’s gaze moved down from Xi Yun’s full forehead, skipping over the perfect brow bone, sliding down the high bridge of his nose, and following the smooth, sharp contour of his jawline.
Finally, his gaze returned to those thin, sharp lips.
[Mmm, I kind of want to kiss him.]
Le Can, seduced by the man’s looks, thought to himself.
However, his throat was a bit dry from sleep, so he didn’t intend to go straight for a kiss.
Le Can wriggled slightly under the covers, preparing to sneak out of the quilt and find some water to moisten his throat.
With the first move, he realized something was wrong.
His right hand, which he was about to withdraw, slipped across something. It was warm, elastic, rising like a mountain range, silently testifying to someone’s physical “wealth”…
Le Can, still dazed from sleep, finally remembered that before sleeping, he had peeled Xi Yun like an onion until he was completely bare.
Well… not entirely bare. At least his underwear was still on.
His consciousness was still foggy, but his hand seemed to move with a mind of its own.
Like a thief, his fingertips first pressed down lightly. Seeing that the sleeping man didn’t move, he grew bolder and began to stroke inch by inch.
The lines under his hand rose and fell; the muscles were full and firm, their smoothness radiating a vigorous vitality… It was a male body that looked like a sculpture, possessing both aesthetic beauty and power.
Similarly, this was the perfect combination of beauty and strength that the twice-born, pale and thin Le Can admired and longed for.
If nothing else, when beating up scumbags, a fist hitting flesh would probably feel more satisfying than using a dining fork or a file.
But he didn’t know if it was because his natural skeletal frame was light and thin, but Le Can found it very difficult to build the same physique. Even more tragically, as a corporate slave, he had neither the time nor the energy to exercise…
Inside his head, his thoughts were like a horse running wild, unable to be reined in. By the time he finally snapped out of it, his audacious hand had already descended to an extremely dangerous area.
Le Can fell silent: “…”
[Wildly testing the limits on the edge of death.JPG]
—That specific meme uncontrollably popped up in his mind.
Seeming to catch the familiar scent of an impending “car crash,” the youth’s limbs stiffened for a moment. Then, he steeled his resolve to pull back his disobedient hand.
But how did that saying go?
A giant in thought, a dwarf in action.
This was the perfect portrayal of Le Can at this moment.
Smooth, soft yet firm, and incredibly elastic… the thin muscles under his hand felt like a powerful magnet. The withdrawal that should have been clean and decisive became slow and lingering, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing…
Then, without surprise, Le Can was caught red-handed.
A hand clamped down on the youth’s restless right hand, gripping it in a palm.
The moment he was caught, Le Can guiltily tried to pull his hand back… he pulled twice but couldn’t move an inch.
A burning red gradually climbed from the youth’s neck and quickly spread across his entire body.
The person caught on the spot simply followed the resistance and dove forward, burying his head deep into the soft pillow, beginning a blatant attempt at evasion.
Escaping is shameful but useful… except it was useless.
Another hand reached out, sliding up his neck to cup Le Can’s chin. It didn’t press down but instead lifted it slightly.
However, he didn’t force Le Can to turn and look at him.
Xi Yun’s fingertips lightly brushed against the delicate skin on both sides of the youth’s cheeks. Then, a voice raspy from just waking up sounded:
“Yao Yao, change your posture.”
What Xi Yun was worried about was that burying his face might cause oxygen deprivation, leading to difficulty breathing.
Le Can’s brain, amidst the lack of oxygen and nervousness, suddenly flashed back to that night on the cruise ship. After he had sat astride the wheelchair with his legs apart for a long time, the man had whispered the exact same sentence in his ear.
Afterward, Le Can had his waist grabbed and was moved to the sofa, supporting himself with one hand on the backrest. His knees, which were initially buried in the middle of the cushion, were pushed forward bit by bit by the impact until he could only brace them against the corner between the cushion and the backrest.
When he woke up the next day, Le Can’s knees were covered in blue and purple bruises.
It didn’t exactly hurt, but his skin was fair, so the bruises faded slowly. Every time he saw his multicolored knees, Le Can would secretly curse Xi Yun.
After his ability upgraded, Xi Yun easily captured the fragments flashing through the youth’s mind.
The hand holding Le Can’s chin trembled imperceptibly. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and directly hauled the person to his side.
Le Can felt his waist tighten, and then his whole body went airborne before landing. A sturdy arm circled behind him, firmly pinning him against the man’s body.
Le Can, with his cheek pressed against the left side of Xi Yun’s chest, looked upward.
With a “click,” the wall lamp by the bed was turned on. Warm yellow light poured down from above, instantly illuminating the two people tangled together on the bed.
His eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, suddenly met the light. Le Can reflexively closed his eyes before slowly opening them again.
At the same time, the “cushion” beneath him moved with him. Le Can, who was originally lying flat, gradually sat halfway up.
Wait, that wasn’t right. The one sitting up was Xi Yun. As an “attachment,” he was halfway sprawled over someone who was leaning at a slight angle.
Le Can opened his eyes fully. The first thing that came into view wasn’t Xi Yun’s entire face, but… his lips, which were being restrainedly pressed together.
Likely because he had received good rest, his usually pale lip color had darkened a bit, making Xi Yun look much healthier than when Le Can first saw him today.
Le Can’s heart settled slightly.
But as his gaze moved upward and crashed into a pair of silver-grey double pupils, which looked dark under the shadow of the brow bone, his heart suddenly leaped into his throat.
Xi Yun stared at him fixedly without speaking. It was as if he had suddenly lost his words and didn’t know how to start, or perhaps he wanted to ask too much and didn’t know where to begin.
Even though he looked very calm on the outside, Le Can was guilt-ridden and had to grit his teeth to maintain a steady tone.
Then, the next second: “I didn’t touch your abs on purpose!”
After he spoke, there was a period of suffocating silence.
At least, Le Can felt like he was suffocating.
His brain and mouth were just like his hand from a few minutes ago—they had escaped his control and gained their own consciousness, saying something completely nonsensical.
[Crap, what on earth am I saying?!]
Xi Yun suddenly let out a low chuckle. He suppressed certain thoughts surging within his body, then lowered his head to drop a kiss on Le Can’s wide, shocked eyes.
“Mhm, you didn’t do it on purpose.”
Receiving no comfort whatsoever, Le Can gnashed his teeth, lifted his upper body, and “smack”—slapped one hand against the wall behind the man.
“So what if I did it on purpose? It’s perfectly legal; I can touch wherever I want!”
“As for you, you hid from me and tormented yourself until you were a wreck. You’d better honestly explain exactly what happened during this time!”
The more Le Can spoke, the louder his voice became, and the more righteous he felt. By the end, his back was ramrod straight, without a hint of weakness or guilt.
Their roles were instantly reversed.
Xi Yun raised his hand and seemingly accidentally supported the youth’s suspended waist. Then, under Big Boss Le’s scrutinizing gaze, he obediently confessed the abnormality of his mind-reading ability during this period.
As he listened, Le Can slowly knit his brows.
“In other words, you went from only being able to hear what I was thinking to now being able to hear the thoughts of anyone within a ten-meter radius?”
If it were just that, it could be considered a good thing.
Even if he and Jian Minglang hadn’t run into Yuan Yuyan at the hospital and learned about A-Yu from her, with this ability, it would only have been a matter of time before Xi Yun discovered the abnormality of Jian Yu’s identity.
But everything has pros and cons; even a novel’s male lead couldn’t escape that.
Le Can quickly raised his voice again, sensing the trouble. “But since the ability upgraded, you can’t find a corresponding way to turn the mind-reading off?”
He instantly raised both hands, nervously pressing them against the sides of Xi Yun’s face, gently touching the man’s ears. “Is there really no way at all?”
“Blocking your ears, using your will to force it shut, promoting another upgrade of the ability…”
Looking into the amber eyes filled with heartache and nervousness, Xi Yun raised a hand to cover the back of the hand on his face, turning his head to lightly rub against the youth’s cool palm.
“I’ve thought of all these methods and tried them one by one, Yao Yao.”
Le Can’s heart sank abruptly.
If the methods had worked, the Xi Yun he saw when entering the villa wouldn’t have looked like that… Xi Yun could only send the people around him away and clear the area within ten meters.
However, he could clear others out, but he couldn’t clear himself out.
Le Can could imagine the scene of Xi Yun being tormented by his own inner voice every second. To the point that his somewhat dry lips began to tremble slightly.
“Empathy” was a lie.
At least, at this moment, Le Can couldn’t truly feel the most authentic sensation of Xi Yun being constantly intruded upon by inner voices. But he understood insomnia, the torment of wanting to sleep but being unable to.
Xi Yun let out a soft sigh, the love in his eyes welling up like a spring.
He reached out to pick up the water glass on the side table, took a sip of water, and then his thin lips, carrying droplets of water, gently pressed against the youth’s lips.
Le Can’s tightly pressed lips were forced open, and the cool, fresh water was then passed over.
The sweet, gentle, and cool water smoothed the dryness in his mouth and calmed the irritability in his heart. Le Can’s heart settled in an instant.
His fingers ran through the black hair as the youth took the initiative to suck back.
The originally gentle, comforting kiss gradually began to rise in temperature. Within their young bodies leaning simply against each other, other thoughts gradually began to sprout.
Halfway through the kiss, Le Can struggled to push the person in front of him away.
“Wait, if there’s no way, how were you able to sleep?”
In his concern, he had become confused and didn’t think of this point immediately. But soon, his rational and clever mind quickly noticed something was wrong.
If there truly was no way, then who was the person who fell asleep the moment they met?!
Xi Yun gave a muffled laugh, lovingly kissing the cheek of his lover whose peach-blossom eyes were wide with anger.
“You caught me.”
“I did find it—the only way…”
Under Le Can’s disbelieving gaze, Xi Yun raised his hand to gently brush away the hair at his temple and added: “The Jian Yu and A-Yu you wanted to talk about have already been handed over to Liang Yusheng.”
Le Can was shocked into silence: “When?!”
Xi Yun raised his hand to cover the youth’s eyes, hooking his lips as he kissed down deeply.
“Not long ago, just before you woke up…”
T/N: “Yao Yao” (耀耀) is a nickname derived from “resplendent/bright,” reflecting Le Can’s name. “Kogong” (蛄蛹) is a dialect term for wriggling, often used humorously in China.
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