Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 142

"Yihan, Zimo is a ghost who has always been by my side. When I lost my memory, he taught me how to survive in this world. However, I caused his soul to be scattered... Fortunately, he was reborn in my world."

"I know……"

"Yihan, Feifei came into this world with me. He used to be my best friend."

...

I told him everything that was hidden in my heart, one thing at a time, word by word. Sometimes he listened silently, and sometimes he would reply with a simple "I know." That was all. It was such a monotonous exchange, yet in the room filled with the scent of sandalwood, in the warm bed, it had a soft, sweet gentleness, like cotton candy.

As my long narration was finally coming to an end, I suddenly remembered something, smiled softly, and rolled over to lie on top of him: "Yihan, there's something you definitely don't know." Looking down into his dark eyes with tender affection, I smiled and said, "Long before you discovered I was a woman, long before you fell in love with me, I had already deeply... loved you."

I lowered my head and kissed his beautiful thin lips, his smooth chest, and his prominent Adam's apple, my voice soft and alluring: "Yihan, I only love you."

Yi Han trembled slightly as a familiar heat surged through his body, spreading across his dark green eyes.

Just before he reached out to hug me, I giggled, nimbly rolled over and landed beside him, and yawned dramatically: "I'm sleepy, Yihan, let's go to sleep."

"Lin Yu!" A low, husky, helpless voice rang out as the body pulled away was suddenly pulled tighter, instantly feeling his heat and desire. "You did this on purpose!"

I laughed softly and gracefully, my slender fingers tracing circles on his chest, seemingly unintentionally: "Who told you to be so rude today, when you're usually so patient? It makes me doubt my own charm..."

All sounds vanished in his tender kisses and surging passion, transforming into a desperate, lingering embrace...

When I close my eyes, a rich fragrance fills my nostrils; when I open them, spring is in full bloom, vibrant with life; when I reach out my hand, I can feel your warmth at my fingertips. And then I suddenly realize, this is the pattern of happiness—simple yet heartwarming happiness…

Xiao Yi

2008.4.13 15:55

Chapter 22, the Yi Cultivation Society, is finished.

Next update: Wednesday, April 16th.

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Chapter 23 Beloved (Part 1)

Chapter 23 Beloved (Part 1)

"Lin Jialan! Can't you let me rest for a while? Do you have to wait until I can't see before you become so studious..."

"So what if I can't see? I still know that the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the grass is green, and..." I rolled my eyes and took a few steps back, "Zimo is stupid."

Zimo snorted and ignored me, the sound of pages turning filling the air as he read at a rapid pace, almost skimming through ten lines at a time. Zimo loves reading, and with his exceptional comprehension and memory, I much prefer his explanations to MP3s. They're concise yet not tedious.

"Aren't you worried about him?" Zi Mo suddenly blurted out, without stopping turning the pages of the book.

I knelt on the sofa, calmed down, and after a long while, placed my hand on the cold window and asked in a low voice, "I didn't go to the continent of Ishu yesterday. Was it raining?"

“Hmm…” Zi Mo responded, “It drizzled all night.”

I pursed my lips and focused on drawing circles on the glass, some big, some small, my fingertips slowly growing cold.

A pair of large hands ruffled my hair, rubbing it vigorously as if trying to wash away my worries: "You! You don't need to force yourself to be cold-blooded towards him. Even if you still care about him, it doesn't mean you still love him. This has nothing to do with betrayal of feelings."

"Don't mess up my hair!" I desperately dodged his clutches, sat down in a corner of the sofa, and sighed, "Zimo, I know very well in my heart that I love Yihan, and only Yihan. But knowing it in my heart is one thing, and my body and emotions reacting is another. I can't explain my feelings for Xu Lie. Even though I don't love him anymore, there's still a strange lingering attachment in my body. It's like the emotions of Lin Jialan's body are completely beyond the control of the soul."

"At least for now, I can't calmly face him and say 'Once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river' with nonchalance. I can only use indifference and resoluteness to cover up the turbulent agitation I feel when my body touches him."

“That’s normal.” Zi Mo thought for a moment and continued my sentence, “After all, your soul has been separated from him for more than three years and has fallen in love with someone else. But your body has only been separated from him for six months. His scent, his affection, and your infatuation with him are still engraved in Lin Jialan’s body.”

Just as I was about to answer, my brother suddenly called out urgently from outside: "Lanlan! Lanlan... open the door quickly!"

I heard Zimo walk quickly to the entrance, open the door, and exclaim "Ah—"

"Brother, what's wrong?" I asked, suppressing my frustration.

"Quick! Yufei, go to your room and get the first-aid kit," the older brother said urgently. "Lanlan, you come and help too."

"I……"

My brother interrupted me without a moment's patience: "Xu Lie got completely drunk at Blue Cheers and got into a fight with a bunch of people. He was surrounded by five or six tall, blond bastards..."

My hand, which was resting on the sofa, trembled slightly, but my brother was still rambling on: "But this kid is really good at fighting. He took on five people and still managed to knock them all to the ground, making a mess of Blue Cheers. Luckily, the boss didn't mind!"

"How did he get injured?" I asked.

He vaguely heard his brother throw him hard onto the sofa, gritting his teeth in anger: "It's all because this kid is so stupid! The owner of Blue Cheers told me that he offended the local tyrant and not only did he not run away, he also continued to drink until he could barely stand, which is when the group of people who came back with weapons slashed him."

I clenched my fist, trying desperately to calm myself down: "Where did you cut?"

“His arm…” the older brother exhaled, seemingly still shaken. “When I got to Blue Cheers, he was completely drunk, his clothes stained with large patches of blood. The owner seemed to know him; when he handed him over to me, he said something strange, something like: ‘Whoever starts the problem, ends it.’”

The older brother paused, completely puzzled: "The one who tied the knot must untie it? Lanlan, do you know what that means?"

I slowly forced a smile, bitter and tasteless: "Brother, let's treat his wounds first."

The medicine box was brought down, but being blind, I couldn't do anything. I could only sit there listlessly, washing the blood-smelling towel in the basin Zi Mo had brought. The basin, filled with warm water, steamed intermittently, the steam carrying a pungent, fishy smell, and the stench of medicine filling my nostrils, making me almost nauseous.

"Galan..." A cry filled with longing, sorrow, and pain turned into a sigh and disappeared in my ears.

"Galan...Galan..." he called out again and again, his hoarse, rough voice, devoid of any of his usual allure and sexiness, yet it made my heart tremble.

The older brother coughed a few times and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's...it's almost done. Galan, you take care of him for now. Yufei and I will go out and buy some anti-inflammatory medicine."

Zi Mo was silent for a few seconds before replying calmly, "Gachi, you go."

"Yufei?" The older brother's voice was full of surprise, then turned impatient and angry. "You're not going to get involved too, are you? What time is it... one or two people... are you really not going?"