Chapter 72#

“You like winning so much?”#

“Now you know to avoid me?”

Jian Yunchen pursed his lips tightly, not daring to speak.

His heart rate was slowing down…

Qin Mu saw it…

He saw it, what would he think?

Would he think he was abnormal, that he was sick?

Thoughts like these filled his head, making him lose the courage to even look into Qin Mu’s eyes.

Suddenly, the tight grip on his wrist loosened, and Jian Yunchen’s heart skipped a beat, instantly panicking.

He wanted to grab Qin Mu’s hand, wanted to loudly tell him it wasn’t true, wanted him to forget everything he had just seen.

But in reality, he did nothing.

Jian Yunchen’s body was stiff, his head lowered, the wind rustling his clothes, his thin back seemed to be trembling.

So when a warm, damp sensation touched his wrist, he froze for several seconds, as if disbelieving his own suspicions, and looked up in horror.

Qin Mu lifted his hand, his head slightly bowed as he leaned close to Jian Yunchen’s wrist, extending the tip of his tongue to meticulously lick the flowing blood.

Jian Yunchen’s heart, which was almost stopping, began to beat chaotically and erratically at this moment.

Violently crashing against his chest, every blood vessel in his heart eagerly intertwined.

They entwined tightly and urgently, densely, leaving no gaps.

Qin Mu licked very carefully, slowly licking upwards along the winding bloodstain, his soft tongue tip, a wet and sticky sensation, like a fiery snake landing on Jian Yunchen’s arm.

The cuff piled up at the joint, the crimson tongue tip, the fair forearm, and the even brighter blood combined, forming a visually impactful scene.

Jian Yunchen was so frightened he was almost speechless.

The tip of the tongue had already licked up to the middle of his forearm, Qin Mu’s eyes lifted upwards, staring intently at him, and Jian Yunchen’s spine instantly went numb.

It was then that he suddenly reacted, pulling his hand back, he tightly protected his licked wrist, a cool, sticky sensation still lingering on his skin, he blushed with embarrassment, finding it unbelievable that Qin Mu would do such a thing.

Jian Yunchen, just about to open his mouth to reprimand him, suddenly widened his eyes.

Qin Mu’s fingertips were stained with a lot of his blood, and in front of Jian Yunchen, he extended the tip of his tongue to lick the blood from his fingertips, his eyes, however, fixed directly on Jian Yunchen’s eyes.

The spot Qin Mu had licked quickly warmed up, Qin Mu’s gaze gave him a momentary illusion that the fingertip he was licking was his own.

Jian Yunchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his face completely red.

Qin Mu pulled him over, tightening his embrace around his waist, Jian Yunchen went completely soft, no longer able to muster any thought of resistance, Qin Mu’s breath brushed past his ear, his wrist once again fell into the hot large hand, completely enveloped, Qin Mu gently kneaded his wrist, and asked softly, “Why were you avoiding me?”

Qin Mu’s embrace was too warm, Jian Yunchen was held within it, the warmth on his face dispelling the coldness in his body, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and softly replied, “I was afraid of scaring you.”

“Afraid you’d think I was sick.”

Qin Mu chuckled softly: “Do you think I’m a normal person?”

Jian Yunchen nodded as a matter of course:

“Of course you are.”

He thought for a moment and added, “And a particularly good person.”

Qin Mu reached out and pinched his face, his tone dissatisfied: “Who gave you permission to give me a ‘good guy card’ so casually?”

Jian Yunchen turned his head to avoid it, but didn’t leave, just nuzzled softly on his shoulder:

“You just are very good.”

Qin Mu put his arm around him, gently stroking his back, and sighed softly: “You’re drunk.”

Drunk Jian Yunchen followed Qin Mu home.

After showering, Jian Yunchen felt utterly lazy, listlessly wiping his hair, casually wiping a few times, intending to just get it over with.

Qin Mu couldn’t stand it and took over.

A pure white cotton towel gently wiped the water from his hair, dry fingertips ran through it, leaving a ticklish sensation.

Jian Yunchen looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with brilliant smiles.

Qin Mu wiped his hair, watched him smile, and couldn’t help but want to smile himself.

“So happy?”

Jian Yunchen nodded, his brows slightly raised, his expression joyful and smug: “This time I won.”

Qin Mu looked at his smile, and a strange sense of satisfaction spontaneously arose, he cupped his face with both hands, lowered his head and kissed him.

Jian Yunchen was caught off guard by the kiss, and before he could fully react, the kiss was already over.

He blinked, as if asking Qin Mu, why didn’t he continue?

Qin Mu smiled, lowered his head and touched his lips again.

“You like winning so much? How about I let you win every time?”

Jian Yunchen’s eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around and wrapped his hands around Qin Mu’s slender waist.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious.”

Jian Yunchen smiled even more happily.

He lay on Qin Mu’s chest, the steady and powerful sound of Qin Mu’s heartbeat slowly coming through to his ears.

The injury on the back of his hand had been treated before showering.

His stomach, burned by alcohol, had also become warm and comfortable after drinking hangover soup.

How could anyone not like Qin Mu…

He thought.

The bitterness in his heart was gradually surrounded by a warm emotion, a corner of his heart quietly collapsed, Jian Yunchen was not good at relying on others, all along, there were too few people he could rely on, he had relied on himself to get to where he was today, step by step.

But Qin Mu’s appearance actually made him start to waver.

He thought, if it was Qin Mu, perhaps, it wouldn’t matter.

Jian Yunchen suddenly spoke softly: “I went to see my mother today.”

Qin Mu’s dark hair slipped gently through his fingers, he gently pressed the back of Jian Yunchen’s head, and hummed in response.

This was the first time Jian Yunchen had actively brought up Jian Xin.

This character was not mentioned much in the book.

Only near the end, she appeared as a tool to attack the villain’s background.

Jian Xin’s existence made Jian Yunchen inferior to Jiang Yunhan from the start.

His past, which he desperately tried to hide, was exposed to the world by Qin Zheng at the end of the book.

It seemed that Jian Xin’s degradation was merely to serve the subsequent plot of slapping the villain’s face, a part of the protagonist’s highlight moment, and a step in their romantic journey.

Qin Mu’s hand paused slightly, and a more complex emotion arose in his heart.

A very unfamiliar, yet very overbearing, soft emotion, settled at the bottom of his heart.

“She’s gotten so much older, and so much uglier. Before, many people chased her.”

“But she was high-minded, she didn’t want anyone who came along.”

Jian Yunchen spoke softly.

“Now she deserves it, no one will want her.”

Qin Mu looked down at him, Jian Yunchen’s eyelashes drooped listlessly, covering his eyes, Qin Mu’s hand slowly slid over, his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soft and smooth, his fingertips gently brushed past the corner of his eye, touching a small cool patch.

Qin Mu sighed softly.

A little crybaby.