(M) Chapter 10 – Assaulted
Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)
Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)
*Please read at sin.Novels Space.space, the original site of translation. TQ*
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⚠️*TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of abuse and incestious rape. Proceed with caution.
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Regarding why Song Xinglan knew that Song Jin lived here, why he could open the door, and even why he came here tonight, are all no longer important.
What’s important is that at this moment, he used a handcuff to shackle Song Jin’s wrist.
The hand on the back of the neck suddenly loosened and Song Jin immediately turned around, raising his still unrestrained left hand and tried to punch Song Xinglan in the face.
The faint moonlight blended into the darkness, shining on half of Song Xinglan’s face, making it look slightly shiny. He raised his hand to catch Song Jin’s fist and with the other hand, he pulled hard on the handcuffs, completely shackling his two hands together amidst Song Jin’s painful gasps.
“Song Xinglan!” Song Jin called out lowly and fiercely as Song Xinglan straddled his waist, “What are you trying to do?!”
Song Jin truly had no doubt that Song Xinglan was going to kill him today.
Song Xinglan’s hands were on the bed next to Song Jin’s ears. He slowly leaned down. Song Jin raised his handcuffed hands against his shoulders. The smell of alcohol became clearer as Song Xinglan got closer. Song Jin’s instinctual sense of alertness grew stronger.
He heard Song Xinglan speak, reciting a string of numbers. Song Jin realised it was a licence plate number.
“What?” Song Jin opened his eyes, trying desperately to see Song Xinglan’s face clearly. But he could only capture an outline along with the tips of his hair being blown by the fan.
“Didn’t your colleague tell you he almost got hit by a car?” Song Xinglan, leaning over Song Jin, asked slowly.
So, the answers about the injury on Tang Min’s elbow and about him saying that a car almost hit him, were all revealed at this moment.
Song Jin couldn’t even dare to think that this matter was actually related to Song Xinglan.
“Are you crazy, Song Xinglan?!” Song Jin finally reacted. He trembled as he shouted at him, “It’s one thing for you to go crazy on me. But what does it have to do with him?!”
As much as Song Xinglan might have had dissatisfaction and malice towards him, Song Jin could understand and bear some of it. However, he couldn’t understand why anyone completely unrelated would be involved. There seemed to be no connection between Tang Min and Song Xinglan, neither in terms of people nor events. So, what was the point of doing this? Song Jin couldn’t imagine the consequences if something really happened to Tang Min.
“You two have a good relationship, don’t you?” Song Xinglan squeezed Song Jin’s neck, leaning close to him and whispered, “If something happens to him, will you not be alive anymore? Look, he just fell down and you’re already this anxious.”
Song Jin didn’t know where Song Xinglan’s understanding came from. Their ways of thinking seemed to never be on the same page, with perspectives and approaches always worlds apart.
“Because I’m different from you. I won’t trouble innocent people,” Song Jin said. “Song Xinglan, are you sick in the head?”
“I’m not sick like you. Just like you said, I’m different from you. You’re gay, I’m not,” Song Xinglan said, tightening his grip on Song Jin’s neck, his voice turning more vicious. “He has a girlfriend and wouldn’t even look at someone like you. Stop being so despicable. Have some self-respect and stop being shameless whenever you see a man.”
It took Song Jin several seconds to understand who Song Xinglan was referring to as ‘he’.
He had always considered Tang Min as only a friend. Unfortunately, in Song Xinglan’s eyes, it seemed that anyone who was male could make Song Jin covetous.
He’s crazy. He’s truly crazy.
“Song Xinglan…” Song Jin suddenly fell into a despair from which he couldn’t escape. It was like being caught in a huge vortex. No matter how he explained or tried to prove his innocence, it seemed futile.
“Let me go…” Song Jin, with eyes wide open, looked at the silhouette so close yet so indistinct. In the midst of his laboured, intermittent breaths, he struggled to speak. “Can I just leave? I’ll go far away from here.”
Song Xinglan didn’t respond. He slightly raised one hand. He pushed Song Jin’s hands up, pressing them above his head, while the other hand slipped under the thin hem of Song Jin’s T-shirt. The cool palm touched his slender waist.
Even though there was no longer any restraint on his neck, Song Jin felt an overwhelming suffocation in that moment. He stiffened. His mouth was slightly opened. But he seemed to feel paralyzed, unable to speak a word. His breathing was so weak it could be ignored.
It wasn’t until Song Xinglan’s fingers were about to touch his chest that Song Jin snapped out of it. His voice was hoarse, trembling on the verge of collapse, barely audible: “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Song Xinglan retorted.
With that being said, he flipped Song Jin over. He lifted his T-shirt from behind and then hooked his fingers around the waistband of Song Jin’s pants, pulling them down.
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*Translator’s Note: I think SXL has a mixture of disorders. Delusional (the jealous type), denial, projection, separation anxiety, and blah blah blah. SJ also has his own disorders. Guys, this is what happens when you grow up in a dysfunctional family. I think both their parents are at fault for all this. -K
*GLOSSARY:
- Mama = mom/mommy
- Gege/Ge = (Big) Brother
- Baba = Dad
- Shushu = Uncle
- Ayi = Auntie
- Didi = (Little) Brother
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