|| “Let’s just destroy it. He’s tired.”
Xia Zhiye: “…It’s okay.”
It’s okay, my ass!
Sure enough, he told that fucking ghost story!
No wonder Xia Zhiye was originally very cold, but suddenly he became enthusiastic when talking to [Rich and Beautiful Young Lady].
It’s no wonder that [Pure and Good-Looking Male High School Student Accompanying to Play Online], who used to speak very little, suddenly opened his heart to a strange netizen, especially on the first day he was about to start the 21-day cold treatment plan.
No wonder a companion who never had turned his mic on suddenly told a ghost story that was almost tailor-made for him.
Turns out, it’s all a big set-up.
Actually, his identity has long since been exposed; but Xia Zhiye, this cunning dog, was still acting, teasing, playing with him, deceiving his emotions, and accompanying him for money.
He even made up that ghost story to scare him!
After scaring him, he stupidly came back to sleep with Xia Zhiye!
What a load of bullshit!
Thinking of the shameful chat records full of “Gege” this, and “Gege” that, full of affectionate and adorable emojis that shatter his “cool guy” image, Song Yan felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. “Xia Zhiye, you die for Laozi!”
As he spoke, he raised his arm, swung down the dagger, frightening Xia Zhiye, who quickly reached around and hugged him. He snatched the dagger and tossed it far away, saying, “Babe1og: 宝, (bao) it means treasure. But it’s also the first half of the common endearment 宝贝 (baobei), let’s calm down a bit. It’s not that serious, really not that serious.”
“Bullshit! Give me back that dagger! If I don’t kill you today, my surname is not Song!”
If the previous Song Yan was just sad and angry, the current Song Yan was full of shame and wrath.
But before he died, he definitely had to intertwine their souls together. That way, even on the road to the afterlife, he could kill Xia Zhiye again.
Xia Zhiye also knew that it was his fault this time. He could only hold Song Yan tightly, bowing his head to look at his pretty face that had turned pale with anger. He quickly began to reflect, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, my problem. I was shameless, using every dirty trick in the book just to win you over. I was despicable, shameless, and extremely low. You can hit me or scold me if you want, but we’re still young, and there’s a long road ahead. Give me a chance, give yourself a chance. So, calm down, calm down. Getting angry is bad for your health. There’s no one to take care of you in the future otherwise.”
Song Yan didn’t know where Xia Zhiye got all these fancy platitudes from. He was so angry that he started to curse. “Shut the fuck up! You bastar— mhp.”
Smooch.
Xia Zhiye bowed his head and kissed Song Yan so he couldn’t talk.
But this only resulted in Song Yan getting angrier. “You still dare to kis– mhp.”
Another kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you ov… mhp.”
He kissed again.
“Your uncle… mhp.”
And again.
After a few curses, soft lips gently touched, abruptly silencing the anger from his mouth. The kiss made Song Yan forget what he originally wanted to say in anger. He she could do was kick Xia Zhiye again out of frustration.
Xia Zhiye held onto him, not letting go, allowing him to kick and vent his anger. He whispered, “I didn’t expose it back then because I was afraid you’d get mad. Plus, I didn’t know what you were thinking at the time, so I had to… indirectly solve it. I absolutely didn’t want to scam you for money or feelings. I just wanted to scam you for your… companionship. And I promise, the fact that you’re a beautiful person with lots of money, only you, me, the heavens, and the earth know. There won’t be a third person who knows.”
“Fine.” Song Yan gritted his teeth and sneered, “You mentioned that being my accompanying player was a way to solve the problem indirectly. So, what about telling that ghost story? Is that also a form of indirect solution?”
Xia Zhiye’s voice lowered to a deep and gentle tone, “You couldn’t sleep well alone, right? I was afraid you’d miss me but wouldn’t admit it and ask me to come back, so I came up with a solution. Since I promised to sleep with you together in the future, I’ll always be there unless there are uncontrollable factors. I’ll guard your sleep, ensuring you get a good night’s rest every day. I absolutely won’t go back on my word.”
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with sincere and gentle eyes, not like a fake at all. The long and dense eyelashes shone a shallow halo under the light, and against the clear light brown eyes, Song Yan’s heart moved again.
Xia Zhiye… is not unforgivable…
He thought about it, and it was really because of Song Yan’s awkward personality that Xia Zhiye had to think creatively.
Otherwise there wouldn’t be such a fuss.
Song Yan’s face was cold. His lips stretched thin, but his eyelashes were trembling.
Xia Zhiye looked at him with a slightly softened expression, decided to strike while the iron was hot, and took advantage of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Song Yan’s waist, gently leaned in, lowered his head slightly, and softly asked, “So, will you forgive me?”
Song Yan looked at the red and seductive lips in front of his eyes. His heart beat loudly.
The red, inviting lips slowly opened and closed. It looked mesmerizing. “If you forgive me, let me give you a kiss, okay?”
His voice was deep, languid, and a bit hoarse. That coaxing, honeyed voice fell on Song Yan’s ears, while his breaths fanned on his cheeks. So hot and alluring, and Song Yan’s heart beat even faster.
Song Yan didn’t know how things turned around so fast. He was so angry that he wanted to stab Xia Zhiye to death just a minute ago, but now, Xia Zhiye had successfully seduced him until his face flushed crimson.
Seeing Xia Zhiye’s lips getting closer and closer, Song Yan’s throat rolled, not knowing whether to let Xia Zhiye kiss him or kick Xia Zhiye flying.
Then the door squeaked and made a decision for him.
“Xia… Zhiye.”
As soon as the voice fell, the two young men turned their heads. Three pairs of eyes looked at each other in that brief moment.
Song Yan was completely stunned when he saw the identity of the incoming person.
Big, wavy, light brown hair. Tall and slender figure. Peach blossom eyes, just like Xia Zhiye’s. And that sparkling Cartier diamond bracelet on her wrist.
Familiar dress, familiar appearance, familiar sense of lethality.
After being surprised for a while, the other party immediately resumed a charming smile. “Hello2in English, xiao didi, we meet again. Let me introduce, I am Xia Zhiye’s cousin, Xia Yu. It’s okay, sorry for disturbing you this time. You can continue, just remember to come out on time at eight o’clock to cut the cake.”
After saying that, she closed the door with a bang.
Song Yan, standing in the room, had a vacant and indifferent expression – lifeless, yet not completely dead.
At that moment, all he could think about was his noble and glamorous declaration when he saw this beautiful rich woman at the school gate today:
“Although I’m not quite sure about the nature of your relationship, I still want to say, Xia Zhiye is underage and no longer single. So, I hope you can be mindful of your boundaries.”
Be mindful.
Of your boundaries.
Yes, boundaries.
Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, as if grasping his last remaining hope. “Is she really your cousin?”
Xia Zhiye could fully understand Song Yan’s feelings of wanting to disappear from the face of the Earth now. He couldn’t bear it, but he knew he had to choose honesty: “She is.”
She is.
So the beautiful rich lady jiejie who he thought had bad intentions towards Xia Zhi was actually his cousin.
In the end, he also warned Xia Zhiye to stay away from her.
He even used a “rich young lady” fake identity to compete against her.
He even arrogantly declared sovereignty in front of her face.
The most extreme thing is that she also saw Song Yan and Xia Zhiye intimately hugging, on the verge of a kiss. With her own two eyes.
At that moment, Song Yan decided to personally carve out an imperial-level double burial tomb for Xia Zhiye.
After killing Xia Zhiye, he will bury himself next to him.
He no longer wants to live alone in this dirty world, full of shame and social death.
This life is too long anyway. Let’s just destroy it. He’s tired.
“Xia Zhiye.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s die for love together.”
“???”
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