Jian Yunxian leaned down, his magnetic voice tickling Yi Heye's ear, almost making him want to vomit his heart out.
What was it that he couldn't let others see? Yi Heye's mind raced with nervousness—
No way, it can't be today... right here, right...
"Mr. Yi, we..."
Yi Heye struggled in vain, and looking at Jian Yunxian who was getting closer and closer, he closed his eyes in pain and resignation.
"Let's have a fight," Jian Yunxian's voice drifted over from above.
? ?
Yi Heye slowly opened his eyes, looked at Jian Yunxian's sincere face, and repeatedly confirmed that he had not misheard.
"……What did you say?"
“Let’s have a fight,” Jian Yunxian repeated confidently.
Yi Heye didn't even have the strength to curse anymore. After holding it in for a long time, he laughed angrily and said, "Fight?"
“We have to make some noise,” Jian Yunxian said. “You don’t actually want to…?”
"Get out!!" Yi Heye kicked out, but was handcuffed again and missed.
"How the hell am I supposed to hit you if you handcuff me?!" Yi Heye roared in fury.
"If I don't handcuff you, I'm afraid someone will die," Jian Yunxian said shamelessly. "I can't beat you."
When Jian Yunxian, whom he considered a formidable rival, personally admitted that he couldn't beat him, Yi Heye's inexplicable competitive spirit was satisfied.
The next second, he saw Jian Yunxian roll up his sleeves to his arms and became annoyed again—it turned out that it was to make it easier for him to take action.
Yi Heye now wished he could bite off his wrist.
As he spoke, Jian Yunxian reached out and firmly grasped Yi Heye's left wrist.
Yi Heye gasped, but quickly used his waist to hook his legs and clamp the man around the waist.
"Holy crap." Jian Yunxian didn't expect him to be so strong. He tried his best but still couldn't pry his knees open.
After much deliberation, he had no choice but to resort to a dirty trick.
"Ouch!"
With a short gasp, Yi Heye's body went limp, and his legs gave way.
He stared at Jian Yunxian's fingers, which were digging into the gaps of his mechanical wrist, and took a long time to catch his breath.
Seeing his flushed face, Jian Yunxian laughed and said, "Mr. Yi, if you're so afraid of being touched, how do you manage when you're working?"
Yi Heye was so angry he could barely speak: "...I would never let anyone touch my hand under normal circumstances!!"
Upon hearing this, Jian Yunxian immediately put on an exaggerated and pretentious expression: "So, in that case, I still managed to secure a special privilege."
Yi Heye glared at him for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word. Finally, his eyes began to blaze with anger.
Before Jian Yunxian could react, Yi Heye swept his leg and slammed the guy against the wall.
With a "thud," Jian Yunxian's head hit the back of his head hard. He immediately clutched his head in pain and fell down, as if aiming at Yi Heye's crotch.
How could a gay newcomer still in a period of self-doubt withstand such provocation? As soon as that guy's face came close, Yi Heye struggled to push him away as if he were on fire.
Jian Yunxian rolled to the side and lay there for a few seconds, then pounced on him and grabbed his hand.
This time, the pinch was probably a bit too hard, because Yi Heye's scream even had a hint of crying in it, and then he turned his face away and curled up.
The unprecedented sound stunned Jian Yunxian for several seconds. After a long while, he bent down and cautiously asked as if he had made a mistake, "...Are you alright?"
"..." Yi Heye buried his head in the quilt for a long time before raising his head to look at Jian Yunxian.
At this moment, his eyes were wet and red from the lingering pain, and he looked extremely aggrieved.
That look left Jian Yunxian flustered. He was about to comfort Yi Heye when he heard the man whisper to him:
"I'm going to improvise now, can you keep up with the performance?"
Jian Yunxian looked into his eyes, momentarily dazed, before realizing what he meant: "...You do your thing."
The next second, Yi Heye used his knee to lift Jian Yunxian's wrist, looked into his eyes, and said to him, "Pinch my left hand."
Jian Yunxian was stunned, not expecting this turn of events: "Huh?"
"Hurry up," Yi Heye urged coldly, "Pinch harder."
"...Can you handle it?" Jian Yunxian asked incredulously.
“You know that,” Yi Heye looked at him, “I can handle it.”
These words immediately threw Jian Yunxian's mind into chaos. She didn't even know what kind of erroneous program was driving her to reach out and grab Yi Heye's wrist tightly, her five fingers digging deep into his.
Seeing Yi Heye's face grow paler and paler, after a long while, it seemed that he could no longer hold back, and two lines of tears "whooshed" down his moist eyes.
Then, his lips, pale with pain, trembled slightly. After a long while, as if he had finally broken through his psychological defenses, he let out a sob.
Holy crap, so that's how they make you cry.
Jian Yunxian's hand, gripping her wrist, trembled—truly dedicated, Jian Yunxian thought. To be able to sacrifice to this extent for acting, no wonder she could portray the image of a boyfriend so vividly.
Yi Heye probably hadn't cried in a long time, so his tears didn't flow smoothly. Several times, he almost stopped crying because he couldn't keep up with his emotions. But fortunately, his breath was still trembling from the pain. When he spoke, he sounded like he had been bullied terribly: "It hurts so much!"
As soon as those three words were uttered, a jumble of characters appeared in Jian Yunxian's mind.
Yi Heye blushed to the roots of his ears—he struggled with his lines for a long time, unable to say something like "You hurt me," and after much deliberation, he still felt ashamed to say it.
But this is acting. He comforted himself with this thought, then rattled off his prepared lines: "I really... ugh..."
It has to be said that Jian Yunxian was more adept at playing tricks than him. While he was sobbing as he recited his lines, she forcefully cut him off halfway through his lines.
It sounds just like... when... you did...
Yi Heye realized he had drifted off into thought and quickly pulled himself back, but after his mental train of thought, he had forgotten what he was going to say.
Seeing Jian Yunxian's expectant look, as if she wanted him to quickly deliver his lines, Yi Heye had no choice but to improvise.
"All you ever do is bully me..." he sobbed, tears streaming down his face, as he launched into a tirade of accusations, "You're always trying to cheat and lie to me... You almost made me lose my job, do you know that?!"
Jian Yunxian: "I..."
At this moment, Yi Heye felt that his acting skills were gradually improving, so he didn't give him a chance to impress and continued to deliver his lines:
"You pretend to be a decent person on the surface, everyone thinks you're good and upright, but what are you really? You're a fucking scoundrel! You...you even do drugs!"
The first half of this sentence was delivered with superb acting skills and perfectly conveyed emotions, sounding like a heartfelt sentiment. However, the last sentence, "You still do drugs," carried an inexplicable hint of guilt.
But this did not affect Yi Heye's performance; he continued to criticize with a tearful voice:
"You know I'm afraid of pain, yet you always like to hurt me. You know I'm easily embarrassed, so you like to embarrass me in public..."
"You're happy now, but what about me?" Yi Heye looked at him, his brows furrowed, his eyes glistening with tears. "Have you considered my feelings?"
At this moment, his tears flowed freely, no longer needing to be pinched to hold them back. His emotions reached a natural peak, and even though there were only listeners and no audience around, he could not hide the almost genuine grievance in his eyes.
At that moment, Jian Yunxian looked into his eyes and was completely speechless.
“Do you know what? I wasn’t originally gay,” Yi Heye said, crying. “You’ve driven me to this point. I’m really scared. I wasn’t prepared at all…”
Was he really acting? Jian Yunxian tried hard to analyze his micro-expressions—but couldn't tell.
"Just because I like you, you bully me with impunity," Yi Heye said. "How can there be such a despicable person as you in this world, Jian Yunxian?"
These words struck Jian Yunxian like a hammer blow, causing all the algorithms and programs in his mind to explode.
Amidst the man's heartbreaking sobs, Jian Yunxian grabbed Yi Heye's collar and kissed his lips fiercely.
There was clearly no one watching, and there was absolutely no need to act this far. Jian Yunxian's mind was buzzing.
I really don't know what I'm doing.
Author's Note:
A sheep was confronted by a wild child and was physically gagged.
Chapter 68, number 068
When Jian Yunxian went up to him, she immediately sensed that something was seriously wrong.
That familiar feeling of being out of control swept over him again, making his behavior and thoughts completely uncontrollable.
Normally, Jian Yunxian might have done something to cut his losses, but this time, he had no intention of stopping at all.
He simply stopped thinking about those irrelevant things and continued following his instincts.
It's just like being addicted to drugs and not being able to control yourself; it's terrible and addictive.
Yi Heye, standing before him, had probably been numb from the intense onslaught of the past few days. He managed to keep his emotions in check and didn't explode like before.
He couldn't stop crying while instinctively dodging Jian Yunxian's kiss—not for any other reason than that he was about to suffocate if they got too close.
He had barely dodged for a few seconds when that guy yelled at him, "Look at me!!"
After letting go of her obsession with figuring something out, Jian Yunxian seemed to get into the mood for acting, reaching out to pinch Yi Heye's chin and forcing him to look at her.
The explosive power that made the veins on his forehead bulge, the murderous aura that couldn't be hidden from his whole body, and the shifty eyes that mimicked drug withdrawal—all these things were mixed together, half real and half fake, making the viewer feel a sense of oppression.
Yi Heye felt suffocated by his aura. He subconsciously tried to break free of the handcuffs, but the guy silently gripped his wrist tightly once again.
"Waaah..." Yi Heye was already crying uncontrollably, and this time, the pain made him even more unable to stop the physiological tears from flowing down his face.
This is acting. If it hurts, you should speak up. Most importantly, if you don't say something, the person in front of you will be in a very bad situation.
So Yi Heye swallowed his pride, gritted his teeth, and burst into tears: "Stop...it hurts..."
These three words seemed to have revealed some kind of code, instantly stunning Jian Yunxian and causing the unsettling murderous aura to completely diminish to the point that the opportunity no longer existed.
Yi Heye's eyes were red, and he looked at him pitifully.
The next second, Jian Yunxian, who seemed possessed by a madman, hugged him again.
The fluffy head rubbed against his neck, probably as if apologizing.
Perhaps, Yi Heye couldn't figure it out either. He just felt that the whole situation had spiraled out of control, and he himself was so exhausted that he didn't want to care at all.
He could only let the tears he had held back for over a decade flow uncontrollably. His mind was blank and exhausted after the outburst, and he didn't even realize when the guy had loosened his handcuffs.