Chapter 93: It Wasn’t Me Who Did It
Hong Que’s face was grim as his hand rested on Xie Qiang’s back. His fingertips tightened instinctively, almost as if he wanted to gouge the tooth marks right off her skin.
As for the owner of this mark, he could only think of one person: Sen Ji.
Did Xie Qiang know? Did that “defective product” actually dare to leave a permanent mark on her without her consent?
Looking down at Xie Qiang’s tranquil and defenseless sleeping face, Hong Que became increasingly irritated the more he thought about it. He couldn’t help but slide his fingertips to her side and give her a light pinch.
Dummy, sleeping so soundly. No wonder someone took advantage of you!
Xie Qiang furrowed her brows and let out a few soft groans.
She didn’t wake up.
Hong Que was so frustrated he wanted to peck her. He raised his hand, intending to pinch her a couple more times. Unexpectedly, Xie Qiang seemed to find her neck position uncomfortable; in her sleep, she shifted her body upward, causing his hand to drop and land right on—
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Aaaaaahhhhhhh!
The red-haired youth screamed silently in his heart. His entire body turned a deep, vintage wine-red. He wanted to move his hand away, but his palm felt like a piece of iron sucked onto a powerful magnet. His head was a chaotic mess, leaving only the soft, delicate, and addictive sensation.
What… what had he done?!
While he was dazed, a shadow suddenly fell over his face. He instinctively turned his eyes and first saw two long strands of dark gray hair drooping onto his face. Then, Mo Yin’s face—which looked exactly like his own—was pressed close to his eyes, staring straight down at him.
Mo Yin: ◎_◎
Hong Que: 3ヾ(-_-;)
Though Mo Yin remained expressionless, Hong Que could sense a thick wave of interrogation emanating from his eyes.
Mo Yin: Brother, what are you touching?
Hong Que’s hand trembled as he retracted it. A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.
Hong Que: Brother, it wasn’t me who did it. Do you believe me?
Mo Yin lowered his eyes slightly, his thick lashes casting a trembling shadow that made it impossible to read his emotions. After a short while, he leaped onto the bed like a wolf and lay prostrate beside Xie Qiang.
Then, he extended his left arm and wrapped it around her waist.
Instantly, Hong Que felt his already tingling and soft left arm go numb with a fresh layer of aching soreness because Mo Yin had pressed against the girl. It made him want to be tightly entangled by something just to relieve this double-purification-induced trembling.
He couldn’t help but look up at Mo Yin, only to see his twin brother acting as if he felt nothing at all. Mo Yin buried his face in Xie Qiang’s hair, nuzzling back and forth like a coddling dog.
Hong Que truly couldn’t stand this “fawning” behavior. He widened his eyes slightly and hissed in a low voice, “Aren’t you keeping watch?”
“Tian Lang is on guard.” The youth in black’s voice was indifferent. He leaned against the girl’s back, his knee intentionally or unintentionally pushing aside his older brother’s “misbehaving” hand. Then, he stealthily tucked the small head that had been resting in his brother’s embrace into his own.
Mine.
Hong Que gave a small “tsk.” Seeing Xie Qiang sleeping peacefully in Mo Yin’s arms made him feel both disgruntled and depressed.
“It’s enough for just me to keep her warm. Why are you joining the fun?”
“This stone bed is tiny. With you up here, there’s not enough room for the two of us to turn over. Aren’t you afraid her waist will ache tomorrow?”
“Mo Yin! If you keep pressing against her like this, it’ll be very easy for both of us to trigger Combining Heat!”
Hong Que spoke through gritted teeth. Mo Yin and Xie Qiang’s genetic compatibility was only 89%, but his own compatibility with her was an astoundingly high 96%. Combined with that bit of shared sensory purification, it wasn’t impossible for Combining Heat to occur after prolonged contact.
But even after he said that, Mo Yin remained unmoved, even giving a very flat “Oh.”
Only then did Hong Que realize with a delay that his brother probably wished for Combining Heat to happen, so he could completely solidify his relationship with Xie Qiang in front of him.
He was betting that Hong Que wouldn’t compete with him.
Hong Que indeed didn’t want to fight Mo Yin for her. Since they were young, his brother had been the one suffering in the Black Prison in his stead, even nearly becoming a sacrifice for the family to help Hong Que evolve into an SS-class Sentinel.
It had taken a great deal for Hong Que to strike a deal with His Majesty to let Mo Yin leave the family’s prison and have a small chance to choose his own life.
So how could he snatch one of the few things Mo Yin actually had?
Pursing his lips tight, Hong Que wanted to let go of Xie Qiang, but for some reason, his arm felt like it was tied to a thousand-ton boulder. It was heavy and unwilling to release the girl.
Why… why didn’t he want to let go?
Hong Que’s heart was in turmoil. He didn’t even dare to search for the answer deep down. His fist clenched bit by bit. Just as he gathered his strength to yank his hand away, he suddenly felt his wrist being held down.
He looked up in surprise. Mo Yin had his eyes closed as he pressed against the girl, his entire being radiating possessiveness and dependence. However, his hand was firmly pressing Hong Que’s wrist down, using enough force that he couldn’t move it.
Twins didn’t just share sensations; they could often sense each other’s hearts.
Hong Que’s heart skipped a beat. That feeling of shame, as if all his inner emotions had been stripped bare by the other, made it impossible for him to say anything else. He could only close his eyes and force himself to go to sleep.
But his heart couldn’t help but ask.
Did he… also feel possessive toward Xie Qiang?
Xie Qiang didn’t dare open her eyes when she woke up in the morning.
What on earth happened while she was sleeping?
Why did it feel like there was someone in front of her and someone behind her?
“Hey, if you’re awake, open your eyes.”
Hong Que’s raspy, urging voice sounded above her head. Xie Qiang slightly squinted one cat-like eye, tentatively peeking at Hong Que. After being caught by his gaze, she opened both eyes and gave him a hollow laugh. “Morning, Hong Que.”
She looked at the dark circles under his eyes, feeling a bit puzzled. “Did you not sleep well last night?”
Hong Que’s face darkened. “What do you think…!”
“Could it be that it’s your first time sleeping with a Guide, and you were so nervous you stayed awake all night… Mmph!”
Xie Qiang’s babbling mouth was suddenly covered. Hong Que’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he roared at her, “Shut up!”
Xie Qiang: Oh, so it was that.
She had forgotten. Even though Hong Que was tall, powerful, and physically strong, he was actually just a “little fledgling.” Having spent a night so “honestly” with her, how could he possibly have slept well?
Since someone shared her feelings, Xie Qiang felt a weight lift from her heart. she couldn’t help but pat Hong Que’s head, comforting him. “You’ll get used to it. Just think of me as a patient. There’s no distinction between Guide and Sentinel between us.”
Get used to it? She actually wants to keep sleeping with him!
Hong Que’s face turned bright red visibly. He yanked his hand back and jumped off the bed, clutching his chest as he roared at Xie Qiang. “You heartbreaker! Who wants to get used to sleeping with you!”
? Xie Qiang was about to ask what on earth he was misunderstanding again when her gaze swept past something. She paused abruptly, then quickly looked away, speaking with some awkwardness. “Hong Que, you… you should put some clothes on first!”
He… he was even more… than Mo Yin…
Hong Que followed the line of her previously lowered gaze, looked down suspiciously, and then his vision went dark.
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