Chapter 110: Honesty Session, Romantic History?
“Of course you can’t forgive him.”
Le Can gave a light laugh, raising his hands to cup the man’s face, planting a big “muah” on those thin, monochromatic lips that he loved in every way.
[You are the person standing by my side.]
Xi Yun chased after him with a shallow smile, pressing against the youth’s rosy lips as he whispered, “Correct, I am yours…”
One who is favored has more confidence. With Yuan Cheng’s matter decided, the second thing that was supposed to be hard to say was naturally brought up.
A moment before the kiss deepened, Le Can pressed down on Xi Yun’s approaching chin, took a light bite of the seeking lips and tongue, and quickly pulled away.
“No, there are other things left to say.”
Le Can was held in Xi Yun’s arms, the two of them leaning back on the sofa with their chests touching. The extremely intimate posture and distance made it impossible to hide any changes in their bodies.
But he had finally found this chance for a confession; he was afraid if he missed it, he wouldn’t know when the second chance would come.
Xi Yun let out a low breath. He turned his head to hold the youth’s restless hand, lingeringly kissing the snow-white fingertips.
It was an unrestrained act within restraint, as if using this method to… satisfy a craving.
Le Can’s face and even his earlobes turned completely red. He curled his fingers, then tremblingly unfolded them amidst the low, raspy calls of “Yao Yao.”
They waited quietly like this for a long time. The man, who had been granted silent permission, not only didn’t stop but the kisses even turned into nibbles. From the fingertips to the joints, and finally moving slowly up to the inside of the wrist…
Only then did Le Can lose his patience and slap Xi Yun on the side of his face.
The force wasn’t large; it was more like a slightly forceful caress than a slap. The “smack” sound wasn’t loud or quiet, just enough for a certain person who was pushing his luck to stop.
“I said no. Bear with it for a bit.”
The one who was slapped not only wasn’t angry but even gave a muffled grunt and leaned his head weakly against the youth’s shoulder and neck.
The heavy weight pressed down, causing Le Can to wobble twice before steadying his body.
He was shocked. He reached up and ruffled the full back of the head, the only thing he could see, to confirm this wasn’t his hallucination.
“No! If you went out looking like this, who would dare recognize you as Xi Yun?”
Xi Yun didn’t feel ashamed; instead, he pressed his lips against Le Can’s ear. “Then what does Yao Yao think Xi Yun should look like?”
The moist, gentle breath sprayed behind his ear, causing Le Can to dodge slightly from the itchiness.
However, an arm was locked firmly around his waist, and he was sitting on a hot, hard “bench.” Unable to move, Le Can could only retaliate by biting Xi Yun’s ear, the closest thing to him.
His sharp teeth bit the cartilage of the ear auricle and ground it, then, disliking the texture, moved to the full, soft earlobe.
During the interval of “retaliation,” Le Can tried to recall some descriptions of Xi Yun from the original work.
“Noble and arrogant, loves no one, eternal bachelor… mhm, good-looking but useless…”
Every adjective made Xi Yun raise his eyebrows in surprise. When he reached the last one, the man, who was enduring until the veins on his forehead were faintly visible, laughed out of anger.
Xi Yun, who had an excellent memory, hadn’t forgotten the label “good-looking but useless.” Le Can had placed it on his head very early on.
In fact, because he was too certain, the youth was reckless in his teasing, repeatedly poking the tiger’s whiskers and challenging his endurance…
Xi Yun clamped his hands hard on the youth’s thin, resilient waist, pressing him deeper against his own burgeoning source of desire, repeating through gritted teeth: “Good-looking but useless?”
“Yao Yao, I was wrong.”
At the moment the amber peach-blossom eyes grew frantic, Xi Yun’s nose touched his, and he said word by word:
“I shouldn’t have held back my strength. I should let you clearly experience once…”
—Whether I am useless or not.
The remaining words were covered by Le Can’s flustered hands. He blurted out in a hurry: “Wait, wait, wait! Useful, useful!”
When the man was holding back his strength, Le Can usually had to lie down for several days after every time. If he really let loose, wouldn’t it be the end of him!
He didn’t want to actually become a—what was it—a rag doll.
Le Can’s face turned crimson as he regretfully tried to excuse himself, “Really, you’re super capable! Please, hubby, it’s better for us to continue developing sustainably like this!”
“As for those descriptions just now, I swear I didn’t come up with them! It’s just, how do I say this, those were originally your…”
As he spoke, under the gaze of the silver-grey eyes, Le Can’s voice grew smaller and smaller, carrying a trace of inexplicable guilt.
“Logically speaking, you were supposed to be ascetic and stand at the peak of power.”
[Instead of being like this now—”the night is short, the sun is high, and the king no longer attends morning court”…]
Speaking of which, a wave of guilt quietly rose in Le Can’s heart.
But it was undeniable that more than the feeling of guilt, there was also a fulfilling satisfaction and a hidden joy…
He reached out and traced Xi Yun’s brows and eyes bit by bit. Unable to restrain the overflowing emotions in his heart, he lifted his head and dropped a kiss on the other’s slightly furrowed brow.
The person before him truly belonged to him.
He wasn’t the fictional male lead who ultimately stood above ten thousand people, cold at the top, but a person of flesh and blood, of joy and sorrow—his lover and his family.
He didn’t have to be rational and aloof all the time, standing in front to shield him from wind and rain. He could also be vulnerable and childish, leaning on his shoulder and refusing to get up to seek companionship and warmth…
Xi Yun’s furrowed brow smoothed. He straightened his body, looking seriously into Le Can’s eyes. “Supposed to be?”
Xi Yun instinctively disliked these words.
He didn’t hide his confusion. “Who says so?”
As for being ascetic, Xi Yun didn’t refute it. If he hadn’t met Le Can, that would likely be his future portrayal. It was just his choice, not following some setting.
Le Can thought for a moment.
Whether the original author was male or female was truly a mystery to him. So, Le Can changed his wording. “Probably, the world’s will? The Heavens?”
Xi Yun pinched the youth’s cheeks with one hand. “Yao Yao, do you want to listen to what you’re saying?”
“Alright, alright.” Le Can, having failed his attempt at obscure expression, said succinctly: “I am not the original Le Can. You should know this, right?”
With mind-reading, it was impossible for Xi Yun not to discover his abnormality.
While a person’s personality can change after a major upheaval, it wouldn’t result in such a heaven-and-earth difference. The only possibility was that the soul had been swapped.
“Mhm.” Xi Yun nodded.
In the beginning, he only wanted to keep the person who caused his ability to lose control in his own hands. Xi Yun didn’t have much desire to explore Le Can, only thinking the other’s past cowardice was just a disguise to protect himself.
Later, Le Can’s various performances were truly too disconnected from his past self. He also truly entered Xi Yun’s sight. Xi Yun, who gradually began to take notice of the person beside him, had once guessed whether Le Can had developed a second personality.
But if that were the truth, why would the personality that lived for over twenty years never appear again? Even when facing Le Wenxin’s family or seeing the former Le family home, why wasn’t there a single clue?
Later on, Xi Yun had another guess. And this guess was confirmed today.
However, Xi Yun was certain: “Yao Yao is just Yao Yao.”
For him, the person he knew, liked, and fell in love with was always only the Le Can before him.
Le Can satisfiedly pinched the ear he had bitten redder. “I knew I couldn’t hide it from you.”
So from the very beginning, Le Can hadn’t thought about playing the part of the original Le Can. Of course, the most important thing was that he only lived for himself.
He could avenge the “little soft bun,” reclaim what belonged to him, but sorry, he couldn’t live in this world as him.
Le Can would always only be Le Can.
“Have you ever thought about my origin?”
Xi Yun was silent for a moment, then nodded. It was impossible not to have thought about it. From the moment his care began to deepen, his fear of loss also intensified day by day.
“I wasn’t sure…”
Not sure where you came from, and whether one day you would quietly return.
Le Can, keenly sensing the change in Xi Yun’s emotions, reached out to touch those drooping phoenix eyes.
The uniquely endowed, narrow, and long eyes that possessed an Oriental charm usually looked majestic without even being angry. When they carried a hint of loneliness and disappointment now, Le Can’s heart skipped a beat.
He couldn’t help but lower his voice. “I came here through transmigration.”
“Do you know about transmigration? This isn’t my original world, and I’m not a person of this world…”
Feeling the arm around his waist tighten instantly, Le Can’s heart turned into a complete mess of softness. He pressed against the chest of the person before him, continuing amidst the other’s erratic breathing and heartbeat.
“I guess you must be thinking—can I go back?”
The half-drooped phoenix eyes suddenly lifted. Under Xi Yun’s gaze, Le Can slowly shook his head. “I won’t.”
The pitch-black double pupils suddenly contracted.
Le Can paused for a moment, shifting his gaze away. “I can’t go back.”
On one hand, his original body had probably been cremated long ago, so how could he return? On the other hand, he already had deeper attachments here, making it even more… impossible to return.
Xi Yun pulled the person deep into his embrace as if he wanted to carve Le Can into his very bones and blood. “Then don’t go back.”
Le Can gave a short laugh, patting Xi Yun’s broad back. “Just like that? You’re not going to ask anything else?”
“For example, why am I certain Yuan Cheng will have an accident? How do I know the mastermind’s name has ‘yù’ in it? Why would I think you were actually an ascetic…”
Xi Yun interrupted Le Can. “I only want to know—how do you and Jian Minglang know each other? What kind of secret code is ‘0718’? Who is ‘so-and-so’ supposed to be?”
Even now, Xi Yun still couldn’t forget that reckless kid who wanted Le Can to divorce him the moment they met.
The two seemed to have known each other for a long time, knowing things he didn’t, and there was a person in the other’s unfinished words…
Clearly, that was supposed to be the first time Le Can and Jian Minglang met. Two strangers with zero commonality shouldn’t have behaved that way.
Le Can instantly “crashed.”
He recalled the “death scene” when he first met Jian Minglang in this world, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and felt like he was about to “turn into a mouse” too…
The key was, shouldn’t the final thing he confessed be the most deeply hidden secret of being in a book?!
Something like the truth of the world, high-sounding things like that. How did the style suddenly change into settling an old debt like his past romantic history?
Xi Yun, capturing the inner voice, suddenly lowered his brows, his tone repeating dangerously:
“Past… romantic history?”
“So our Yao Yao actually has something like a romantic history?”
Le Can, whose heart skipped a beat: “…”
Wait? You can hear romantic history, but I don’t believe you didn’t hear “transmigration into a book”?!
T/N: “Sustainable development” (可持续发展) is a humorous way of referring to maintaining their sexual health for the long term. “Turn into a mouse” (要鼠了) is internet slang for “going to die” (要死了). “Honesty Session” (坦白局 – Tǎnbái jú) is a game where players must speak the truth.
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