Seeing those pitiful eyes, yet those eyes that pretended nothing was wrong, Jian Yunxian felt a deep sadness rise in her heart.
For a moment, he didn't want to say those heartless words, but reason prevailed in the end, and he said, suppressing his emotions, "Ono, I think we..."
"Wait a minute," Yi Heye interrupted him. "I have a question to ask."
Jian Yunxian's rhythm was interrupted, leaving him with a feeling of breath stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall.
But Yi Heye didn't ask for his consent; instead, he spoke directly:
"You like me, don't you?"
The question came out of his mouth stiffly, like a routine interrogation of a criminal, but his tone couldn't hide the almost overflowing emotion, which made people's hearts flutter.
Jian Yunxian swallowed nervously, unable to utter a word.
Yi Heye was getting impatient. He took a few steps and pressed Jian Yunxian directly in front of him, his heavy breathing echoing in the narrow room: "Answer me."
Looking at the two leaping flames in Yi Heye's eyes and feeling the intense heat of his breath on her face, Jian Yunxian also felt short of breath and her whole body heat up.
But he was not a coward; when the question was presented to him directly, he accepted it seriously and earnestly.
“Yes.” Jian Yunxian looked directly at Yi Heye with her emerald eyes, without the slightest hint of mockery.
"Alright then."
Yi Heye seemed to have anticipated his answer, and without any hesitation, he grabbed his tie.
In the instant Jian Yunxian leaned forward, their noses touched, and Yi Heye warned in a low but quick voice:
"Let's stop here for now, we'll talk about the rest later."
The next second, the person in front of him tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and gently kissed Jian Yunxian's lips.
Author's Note:
Don't say anything, just kiss him!
Chapter 126, number 126
The moment Yi Heye leaned down to kiss her, Jian Yunxian's brain started rattling off a string of mistakes again.
His breathing became labored, and his CPU was burning up to the point of exploding. It felt like he had been drinking alcohol, and a small part of the sophisticated system had collapsed, causing the entire program's logic chain to malfunction.
But this time, he was more or less used to it—
Since meeting Yi Heye, the orderly program in his mind has been giving him unexpected "surprises" from time to time. He read a lot of information about it and found that even humans themselves cannot explain this so-called "emotion". So he stopped torturing himself and trying to figure it out.
Given the current atmosphere, it's hard for him not to continue doing something.
Following the knowledge and theories he had learned, he put his hand on Yi Heye's waist, trying to match his posture, but found that the guy in front of him had no sense of rhythm at all.
This guy's kissing skills are absolutely terrible.
Impatient, rude, and clumsy, he has absolutely no talent whatsoever.
It was less of a kiss and more like a wild beast tearing apart its prey; it was more about venting emotions than expressing love.
Although the experience was extremely unpleasant, Jian Yunxian looked at his wet eyes and trembling eyelashes, and under the intense heat of the daytime lovemaking, he felt so hot that even his breath was burning.
So he simply pulled back slightly, leaving Yi Heye's lips, and before the clumsy guy could start cursing because of the sudden pause, he put his finger against his lips.
"It's not like it's the first time we've kissed, so why do you still not know how?"
Yi Heye was caught up in his emotions and his rhythm was disrupted by the sudden question. He looked at Jian Yunxian, panting, and saw her lips, which he had bitten until they were swollen and bloodshot. A surge of hot blood rushed to his head, and he opened his mouth to bite that annoying pretty finger.
But just a second before he made his move, Jian Yunxian snatched his finger and then took the initiative to cover it.
Compared to his own brutal actions, Jian Yunxian was gentle and patient, so much so that Yi Heye didn't even realize when the offense and defense switched and he was pinned against the wall.
Jian Yunxian was half a head taller than him, and this position perfectly enveloped him in shadow. Yi Heye thought of that time in the game when he lost his first kiss in the same way. The feeling of being inexplicably at a disadvantage made him angry again.
Seemingly sensing his impatience, Jian Yunxian paused briefly, then raised his head again. At this moment, his gaze had darkened, and his voice was hoarse. The scent of sandalwood brushed against Yi Heye's ear, making him freeze and forget to resist.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not running away."
Jian Yunxian's laughter was like sand hidden in his ears, each grain distinct, making Yi Heye's heart flutter.
He didn't dare look Jian Yunxian in the eye, and the momentum he had just been eager to attack completely collapsed.
When Jian Yunxian inserted his fingers into the gaps between his left fingers, the interlocking of their fingers was amplified to its maximum by the keen sense of touch, and Yi Heye knew that he was completely trapped.
This time, he walked right into the trap.
Jian Yunxian's kisses were layered, starting with gentle and coaxing, gradually gaining the upper hand and revealing his sharp edge, until finally he could no longer hide his equally burning passion. He was devouring Yi Heye step by step.
Yi Heye was just slow to react, not without temper. Once he realized he was at a disadvantage, he immediately put his newfound knowledge to use and returned the techniques that Jian Yunxian had taught him to him exactly as they were.
They went back and forth, evenly matched, with no tenderness or gentleness between them, only a fire that burned ever brighter, like a war to the death.
Both of them knew very well that things were bound to go wrong if things continued like this, but it seemed that no one cared anymore—since they had come this far, it proved that they no longer cared about whether or not something would go wrong.
Yi Heye yanked off Jian Yunxian's tie, and Jian Yunxian ripped open Yi Heye's collar. A button from his hospital gown flew across the room and hit the door. Only then did Jian Yunxian belatedly realize what had happened: "You were just discharged from the hospital..."
"Your mother's."
Yi Heye couldn't tolerate the slightest pause at this moment. He pushed Jian Yunxian onto the bed and then straddled her without any hesitation.
When Yi Heye glared at Jian Yunxian, his eyes were already red, and the corners of his mouth, which had been pricked and were bleeding, were tightly stretched into a straight line. Jian Yunxian could tell that he was having another emotional outburst, so he propped himself up, held his waist, and wanted to hug him.
"Lie down properly."
Yi Heye did not accept his tenderness, but instead reached out and nailed him to the bed.
"I'm warning you," Yi Heye said fiercely, panting heavily, "I won't take responsibility for you. I'll take care of you and then kick your ass."
Jian Yunxian was not surprised by his words at all. She simply helped him adjust his posture as he wished, and then looked at him and said, "Come on."
"I guess I'll just have to accept my bad luck," Jian Yunxian said with a helpless smile.
Similar to the scene described in the materials, Yi Heye was initially awkward but very fierce in his demeanor. However, he later began to cry uncontrollably and could not speak, looking as if he had malfunctioned.
Jian Yunxian also felt that she was malfunctioning. This strange feeling was different from that of zw. It was not just a simple physiological satisfaction, but a psychological euphoria achieved through multiple satisfactions of sight, feeling, and hearing—like a drug that is easy to become addicted to.
He held Yi Heye in his arms, looking at the whorl of hair on his head, where new black hair had grown from the roots of the silver hair that had been dyed later.
So Jian Yunxian said to him in a hoarse voice, "Honey, you should dye your hair."
Jian Yunxian could imagine what Yi Heye looked like when he had black hair. He must have been much more obedient than he is now. Just thinking about it made him want to pull him into his arms again. Now, with his black and white hair, it was as if a new Yi Heye had grown out of an outer shell that was originally in the shape of Yi Heye.
Yi Heye was in a daze and didn't pay attention to him. Jian Yunxian looked at his tear-stained eyelashes and couldn't help but lean over and kiss away the teardrops: "But you look good even without dyeing them, so don't dye them."
Yi Heye finally heard clearly, and another tear silently streamed down his face, but he was still fierce: "...It's none of your business."
Seeing that he was getting excited but then getting distracted, Jian Yunxian mischievously bit his mechanical finger. Yi Heye immediately burst into tears, but involuntarily became even more excited.
It's clear that Yi Heye is more lustful than most people. He has always been addicted to the pleasure brought by pain, suffering countless losses but refusing to repent. He knew he shouldn't have anything happen with Jian Yunxian, but the atmosphere was right, so he went along with it.
He had completely given up and didn't care whether he lost or not. He just tilted his head back and let Jian Yunxian leave mark after mark all over his body.
In the very end, Yi Heye's consciousness seemed to become chaotic, and he could no longer control his emotions. He just kept sobbing and talking nonsense.
"Why..." Yi Heye asked incoherently, trembling, "Why...?"
Jian Yunxian tried to catch his breath and asked, "What?"
"Why don't you want me...?" Yi Heye gritted his teeth, squeezing out a fierce question, "Why did you reject me...?!"
He was the one who first said no, but now he's the one who's making false accusations.
But Jian Yunxian didn't argue, because he was the one who had subtly signaled this from the beginning. It was just that Yi Heye was too assertive and wanted to gain the upper hand, so he preemptively stated the clear line between them.
They certainly can't be together.
The reason is simple: because their positions are opposite, they are destined to fight each other rather than be polite to each other. This was determined from the moment they met.
Previously, Jian Yunxian did not think that such a difference in stance could pose any obstacle.
He maliciously considered dragging Yi Heye down with him, making him as incorrigible as himself, so that he could never return to the light of day, and they could fight and love each other in the dark and dirty corner.
But this time when he returned, he secretly observed Yi Heye's life and found that Yi Heye was not the lone wolf he had imagined. He had colleagues who appreciated him, leaders who treated him like their own children, and a profession he loved.
His life, his work, and his existing relationships are all incredibly important treasures to him.
Jian Yunxian had no right to take away his cherished treasure.
At this moment, Yi Heye in his arms was still relentlessly pressing him for answers, and seeing the veins bulging on his forehead, Jian Yunxian could only helplessly pull him into his arms to comfort him:
"Because I'm a bad person."
This answer seemed to instantly bring Yi Heye to his senses. He stared blankly at Jian Yunxian for a long time before finally rolling over and angrily grabbing his neck.
Perhaps for a moment, Yi Heye really wanted to kill him, but he ran out of strength, and after that moment, he completely lost his resolve.
Jian Yunxian had anticipated all of his actions and reactions. He lay quietly on his back, watching Yi Heye, watching his expression change from anger to endless sorrow, watching large tears fall onto his cheeks, watching his weak hands gradually loosen after a violent tremor, and his gaze become helpless and empty.
"...Don't cry, darling."
After following his rhythm to complete this magnificent love affair, Jian Yunxian slowly released his hands from around his waist. He reached out and touched Yi Heye's cheek, wanting to wipe away his tears, but was quickly and ruthlessly pushed away.
“You’re such a heartless person,” Jian Yunxian still comforted him. “You dumped me so cruelly, you broke my heart.”
This childish approach did make Yi Heye feel much better. By this time, he had recovered from the afterglow, propped himself up, and looked down at Jian Yunxian without saying a word.
Jian Yunxian let him keep a close watch on him, knowing that this calm wouldn't last long.
Sure enough, Yi Heye sighed, tilted his head back and grabbed a handful of his bangs. The neckline at this angle was exceptionally beautiful, connecting to his collarbone, which was still covered in sweat, making Jian Yunxian's heart flutter.
Then, Yi Heye reached out and pushed Jian Yunxian's disheveled white shirt towards his chest—
Tight, perfectly defined muscle lines, fair and healthy skin tone, realistically blurred fine sweat... and a patch of skin that looks slightly different.
Yi Heye breathed heavily, reached out his hand, and gently placed his fingertips on that patch of skin.
A realistic, clear, pulsating sound with an electric current—
That was a core battery, the beating heart of Jian Yunxian, and irrefutable proof of his role as AI.
“The evidence is conclusive, Mr. Jian.” Yi Heye smiled wearily. “You are AI.”
“Yes.” Jian Yunxian smiled and said softly, “You won this round.”
He looked at Yi Heye's forced smugness, which was also somewhat awkward, and slowly grasped the fingers that were gently touching his heart. He carefully felt the warmth on his skin, and then quickly let go.
He dressed in front of Yi Heye, then stood up and leaned against the windowsill. Yi Heye knew all too well what this posture meant.