“I just walked through the gates of hell and suddenly understood many things. Life is short and can’t be wasted.”
Han Zhiyuan’s long sigh appeared casual but was heartfelt. Tang Yifeng couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious. Recalling the news about Han Zhiyuan being in a coma for several days that dominated the entertainment headlines recently, Tang couldn’t help but speculate. Glancing at Han again, he saw that Han’s face was rosy and vibrant, showing no signs of his past illness. Han seemed to be in great health.
In fact, Han Zhiyuan’s sigh was genuinely heartfelt. Back on the Nine Heavens Continent, if the demon king’s residual soul hadn’t awakened at the last moment, Han might have disappeared forever. Before that, he didn’t know that Feng Yu had feelings for him and was determined to sacrifice himself. He didn’t understand why he reached that point, perhaps because in such a situation, there was no other choice but to fulfill Feng Yu’s wish.
At the brink of death, he thought a lot. People often find that when they are in desperate situations, some deeply ingrained thoughts vanish instantly, while previously obscured ideas become crystal clear. Being threatened with life by the mysterious demon king and shuttled through dangerous unknown spaces, only to release the residual soul’s seal under threat of life again, would anger anyone. Han Zhiyuan was indeed angry but found it futile to resist. However, considering it differently, be it the Nine Heavens Continent or this current world, or even the future, isn’t it all a marvelous journey? Not only did he witness such a bizarre world, but he also met Feng Yu and the person in front of him. Thinking this way made him feel much better.
However, after returning from the Nine Heavens Continent, Han had a bold suspicion based on the subtle reactions of the demon king: Feng Yu’s memory might have returned to the main soul of the demon king along with the residual soul. In other words, the real person who interacted with him, even slept with him, was the demon king.
And memories, being intangible, are not replicable. This means the Feng Yu left on the Nine Heavens Continent is merely a shell unrelated to him.
Now, if all residual souls are like this, the best way to test this hypothesis is to try it personally. He wasn’t allowed to do anything extra, but what if he did? What would be the consequences? The demon king’s reaction after returning would reveal the answer.
On the other hand, if the true self of the shell was the demon king, be it an amnesiac or a schizophrenic demon king, using this powerful being in a way he couldn’t tolerate yet had to endure brought Han Zhiyuan immense satisfaction as an act of revenge.
Therefore, Han Zhiyuan no longer bothered finding a girlfriend for the residual soul. Besides, he discovered to his dismay that the demon king had limited his time and didn’t even get to ask how long before being sent here. So, he had to act quickly.
Moreover, after the Nine Heavens Continent, Han discovered he didn’t reject men. If the man was like Feng Yu or Tang Yifeng, he even liked their tightness. Realizing their essence was the proud and powerful demon king made him excited.
Facing Tang Yifeng’s suspicious look, Han Zhiyuan said, “I decided not to waste time in our love-hate relationship.”
“What do you mean?” Tang Yifeng raised an eyebrow, feeling a sudden bad premonition.
“If I said I used to confront you because I liked you and wanted your attention, would you believe it?”
Tang Yifeng: …
He never lacked admirers, including male ones, but such a stupid pursuit method like Han Zhiyuan’s was a first.
Tang Yifeng’s look of concern for the mentally challenged told Han the answer. Han quietly mourned for the original owner for three minutes, thinking this approach was too lame, no wonder there was no progress over the years. The original owner’s high EQ definitely didn’t include love.
Han discovered the original owner’s feelings in a box of Tang Yifeng’s albums and posters in his room, which was quite a shock.
Awkwardly scratching his nose, Han Zhiyuan said, “So I’m changing my approach now.”
“Then you can stop,” Tang Yifeng said kindly. Although surprised by the truth, he genuinely disliked this person. Even if he didn’t, it was impossible. “No need to waste time.”
Han Zhiyuan grinned, “How can you know without trying?”
Tang Yifeng’s face darkened. How did this guy’s skin become so thick?
“Do as you like!” Tang Yifeng was frustrated. Already overwhelmed with his album, now he was more annoyed.
Turning to leave, he heard Han Zhiyuan say, “Aren’t you worried about the photos on my phone?”
Tang Yifeng paused mid-step, glaring at Han, “Can you be more shameless?” Who said they liked him? Was this his way of liking someone? Utterly shameless.
“Calm down,” Han Zhiyuan remained unfazed, “I’m saying, since you’re here, stay the night. It’s late anyway.”
Tang Yifeng suppressed his anger. This shameless Han Zhiyuan was unbeatable.
That night, after offending the person, Tang Yifeng faced obstacles everywhere. His studio activities faced insurmountable difficulties, and his schedule was full of problems. If Han released those photos now, his music career would be over.
So, Tang Yifeng stayed. Facing Han’s over-enthusiasm, he felt uneasy, recalling the night he was naked and being handled like that, becoming wary of Han Zhiyuan.
“You sleep in my room,” Han smiled.
Tang Yifeng stiffened, “No guest room?”
Han shrugged, “A bachelor doesn’t have a guest room.”
Tang Yifeng stiffened again, looking at the narrow sofa, “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“How can I let you sleep on the sofa?” Han disapproved, “It’s too narrow and uncomfortable.”
“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” Tang insisted, gritting his teeth at Han’s persistence.
“No,” Han firmly refused, “You’re the guest. You sleep in my room. My bed is big and comfortable.”
Tang Yifeng’s teeth ground in frustration. This guy was so nagging!
“Don’t be childish,” Han said indulgently, “Why aren’t you talking?”
“Han Zhiyuan!!!”
Perfect, he was pissed again. Han was satisfied. A pissed Tang was the most fun.
“You sleep in my room, and I’ll sleep on the sofa, okay?” Han laughed.
Tang Yifeng realized he was being treated like a child, his anger surged, throwing a pillow at Han, “Get lost! I’ll sleep on the sofa!”
Who wants to sleep in your room? Especially your bed! Who would like to sleep in the bed of someone who covets their body?
Han caught the pillow, “Then I’ll accompany you on the sofa. It’s rude otherwise.”
Tang Yifeng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. This guy, what happened to him? Is he crazy?
“I’ll sleep in your room,” Tang gritted his teeth, marching to the room Han pointed out earlier, slamming the door, leaving Han laughing.
However, the next morning, when Tang Yifeng woke up in Han’s arms, his face was one of utter disbelief.
“Han Zhiyuan!!!” Tang sat up, kicking Han off the bed, furious, “Why are you here?!”
In a daze, Han, who was dreaming, got buried under flying pillows and clothes.
After a while, a muffled voice emerged from the pile, “This is my bed.”
Tang Yifeng: I want to kill him!
In a fit of rage, Tang lunged at the pile, intending to pummel Han.
Did Tang punch and kick Han?
No, because Han reflexively caught Tang, who ended up falling on Han’s chest, their eyes locking, lips almost touching. Han’s chin hurt, and Tang’s forehead was red.
“How come you’re so affectionate this early?”
“Screw you!” Tang climbed off, face red with anger, “Han Zhiyuan, do whatever you want, I’ve had enough!”
Tang stormed out, thinking of how Han had a key to his own room.
Han smiled, “From eleven last night to eight this morning, nine hours. You still owe me one hundred and fifty-nine hours.”
Tang Yifeng almost stumbled, biting back the urge to go back and punch Han, quickly leaving. He heard Han’s voice, “Be safe, watch out for reporters.”
I really want to kill him.
