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Arc 2: Chapter 18

Fu Cheng realized that Lin Yuan was pretending to be asleep the moment he kissed the other. Originally, he debated whether or not to stop, but seeing how Lin Yuan was obediently not moving and letting him kiss, of course he had to enjoy this good opportunity. 

He acted as if he hadn’t noticed, and kissed Lin Yuan as usual. 

After he was done, he hugged the person in his arms, and was ready to go to sleep. But he felt that such an opportunity was a rare chance, he buried his face in the teenager’s neck and continued to rub and kiss.

The corners of Lin Yuan’s eyes were flushed and he tearily opened his eyes. Fu Cheng’s breath was too hot and Lin Yuan had the feeling of being the other’s prey. 

Fu Cheng felt the teenager trembling in his hold, and the other’s posture of asking for more ignited a wildfire in his heart. His hand that was on the teenager’s waist moved downwards and rubbed the plumpest place on the other’s body. 

The movement of his mouth didn’t stop, his teeth continued to bite across Lin Yuan’s neck and gently grind the skin in between his teeth. 

Lin Yuan was tossed around like this and felt unbearably empty inside. He wanted to just push the other person away to end this torture. 

Fu Cheng noticed the change in the teenager’s mood and felt a little bit of pity, but he knew that he couldn’t bully the other too much, or else there might not be benefits at night like this in the future. 

His hands let go of the other and looped around the other’s waist again. On top of the wet place where Lin Yuan was bitten, Fu Cheng kissed it soothingly a few more times before stopping. 

Lin Yuan waited for a bit, and feeling the teenager stop moving, he was both relieved and shy. He thought shyly, Fu Cheng…… Did Fu Cheng kiss me in the same way every night? Not only kissing, but also touching and rubbing like that? Does Fu Cheng like me that much?

But quickly, Lin Yuan wasn’t in the mood to be shy anymore. He recalled how Fu Cheng licked his dimples and even gently bit them. He remembered for a period of time, Huo Chen also really liked to do this. 

Was this really just a coincidence?

Lin Yuan remembered how after he came to this world, he had thought of Huo Chen many times because of Fu Cheng. The most exaggerated moment was the night he was drunk. 

That night, he was so drunk he didn’t remember everything clearly. He only vaguely had an impression about how Fu Cheng domineeringly kissed him, the heat of the other’s body, and the flexibility of the other’s slender fingers. 

Why did he regard Fu Cheng as Huo Chen when he was drunk?

Lin Yuan thought of a possibility and his heartbeat accelerated rapidly and a shudder surged through his body. He slowly turned his head and looked towards the teenager’s face in the dark.

He couldn’t see in the dark, but he could hear Fu Cheng’s breathing. Listening to the sound, Lin Yuan could trace the teengaer’s facial features one by one in his mind. Exquisite eyebrows, thick eyelashes, tall nose, red and thin lips, and a sharp and beautiful jawline. 

As the other’s breathing rose and fell, Lin Yuan could picture Fu Cheng’s Adam’s apple rolling up and down, bringing the attractiveness and wildness of an adult. 

“Is that you?” He asked silently.

But such a possibility was so incredible that Lin Yuan couldn’t be sure based on the same habits and his intuition. After he thought for a moment, he called 521: “521, are you asleep?”

521 appeared with a swish with its wings shyly covering its face: “......No, I haven’t slept yet.”

Just now, it had secretly watched its Senior and his second husband kiss. Too embarrassing. 

Lin Yuan’s heart pounded as he asked nervously: “521… do you think Fu Cheng and Huo Chen are similar?”

521 thought this was an easy question and projected the photos of Fu Cheng and Huo Chen side by side. 

The teenager was exquisite and stunning, and his facial features were androgynous. In his pitch black eyes, there was no warmth in their depths. He looked like a carefully crafted doll.

In comparison, Huo Chen had handsome and defined features, and his pale skin was as white as frost or snow. He radiated coldness, and the gloom and madness in his eyes could almost manifest into something tangible. 

This was the Fu Cheng and Huo Chen at the start of the plot in 521’s records. 

521 used its small wings to point at the pictures: “Senior~ look, they don’t look anything alike.”

Lin Yuan: “......”

There was no way to talk about his feelings with a husbandless furball.

Lin Yuan reached out his hand to squeeze 521. His eyes reflected the light from the system screen, and it seemed to overlay an inexplicable indifference of a machine: “521, help me ask the bureau, are Fu Cheng and Huo Chen the same soul?”

521: “?”

It must’ve heard wrong.

521 asked: “Senior, say it again? What do you want to ask?”

Lin Yuan repeated his words. 

521: “???”

521, as a furball, had no face and limbs, but one could inexplicably picture the meme of the grandpa on the subway looking at his phone.