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Why did they tell him they found an antidote?

“What is your relationship with Shen Yaoye, exactly?” Xie Shu was a bit curious, “He seems to detest you, yet why does he go to great lengths to protect you? Even kneeling down, just to let me see you…”

Shen Jingyun went pale instantly.

When Shen Jingyun left, he looked utterly dejected.

“Shen Yaoye, I will find you eventually.”

–

“Young Master Yao Ye, please come quick and have a look.”

A young girl supported a man inside, blood streaming down his arm, presenting a frightful sight.

Shen Yaoye immediately had the girl help the man inside. He skillfully tended to his wounds and applied medication, his actions both adept and graceful. The girl stood to the side, watching him with a sort of infatuation.

Once Shen Yaoye finished, the girl promptly offered water.

“Thank you.”

After taking a drink, Shen Yaoye said, “Miss Song, you should really stop coming here, lest the gossipers outside taint your reputation.”

“Those people just love talking nonsense. Young Master Yao Ye, you don’t need to mind them.” Song Xin stuck out her tongue playfully, secretly hoping the rumors would indeed spread.

“Young Master Yao Ye, let me cook for you.”

“Miss Song…”

Song Xin didn’t wait for Shen Yaoye to finish and simply turned and left.

Shen Yaoye felt a headache coming on as he rubbed his temples.

It seemed he couldn’t stay here much longer.

Having been through so much, Shen Yaoye had become less talkative than before, growing silent. Yet, it was precisely this silence that made him seem more composed than in the past.

The curtain was lifted, letting in the light from outside.

Shen Yaoye looked down as he packed his belongings, not lifting his head as he said, “No more appointments for today, come back tomorrow if you must.”

“Yaoye.”

The man’s gentle voice resounded.

Shen Yaoye’s head shot up, his gaze colliding with a pair of familiar eyes.

Shen Jingyun…

Shen Yaoye thought he was hallucinating. He blinked hard, but the man was still there.

Shen Jingyun, dressed in white. Even though he had taken the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill, that silver-white hair had not changed, setting off his features, as translucent as ice and snow.

“How, how did you get here?” Shen Yaoye’s words stumbled, his expression quickly turning frosty, “You didn’t come to drag me back to apologize to the dead of the Shen family, did you?”

“Yaoye, is that really what you think of me?” Shen Jingyun looked somewhat helpless.

“Isn’t it?” Shen Yaoye continued to pack.

“Yaoye.”

Shen Jingyun stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yaoye’s wrist, forcing him to face himself, “Can’t you just talk to me properly?”

“Brother, how am I supposed to talk to you properly?” Shen Yaoye emphasized the word ‘brother’.

“Yaoye, you didn’t use to call me brother.” Shen Jingyun’s gaze grew complex.

When they were children, Father Shen had insisted he called him brother, but he always called him by name, just Shen Jingyun, Shen Jingyun.

But since when had he started calling him brother?

“I was naive back then.”

“Yaoye…” Shen Jingyun’s gaze began to deepen, his grip on Shen Yaoye’s hand tightening ever so slightly, “I’ve missed you a lot.”

“What are you talking about?” Shen Yaoye’s heart raced, his face flushing with panic.

Shen Yaoye tried to pull away, but Shen Jingyun pulled him forward into an embrace.

Shen Yaoye struggled harder.

Shen Jingyun pinned him against the side table and kissed him directly.

The soft touch of lips against lips.

The sensation of kissing and nibbling sent Shen Yaoye’s mind into an explosive burst.

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“Yaoye, Yaoye…”

Clang——

At the door stood Song Xin, her expression one of shock.

Shen Yaoye also snapped to his senses, pushing Shen Jingyun away abruptly. Song Xin, horrified, pointed at them, and after a few seconds, as if unable to bear the blow, turned and ran.

“Yaoye, I…”

“Shen Jingyun, have you lost your mind!” Shen Yaoye yelled first, “You’re already married, are you sick!”

Shen Yaoye stormed out of the room.

Shen Jingyun stood in the room, somewhat bewildered.

Who said he was married?

–

Shen Yaoye wandered outside for a while, his belongings were still there, he had to go back and get them.

But he didn’t know whether Shen Jingyun was still there.

Thinking about that kiss, Shen Yaoye felt like there was a little deer crashing around in his heart.

Shen Jingyun, that madman.

After venting his feelings, Shen Yaoye sneaked back to his place as darkness fell, planning to pack up and leave.

But he didn’t expect Shen Jingyun to still be waiting there.

Shen Yaoye was caught red-handed by Shen Jingyun.

“Yaoye, listen to me first,” Shen Jingyun cornered him against the wall, pinning his hands.

Shen Yaoye was furious, “What’s there to say, Shen Jingyun you madman, I’m your brother, are you sick or what, let me go.”

“Yaoye, I like you.”

Shen Yaoye suddenly stopped struggling.

Shen Jingyun liked him.

Every vein in Shen Yaoye’s body seemed to boil, no news could excite him more.

“I’m a man,” Shen Yaoye murmured softly.

Shen Jingyun leaned down to kiss him, “So am I, don’t you like me too?”

“…”

Shen Yaoye’s face turned red, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, “Who likes you.”

Shen Jingyun’s lips moved over Shen Yaoye’s, “Does Yaoye really not like his brother?”

That teasing kiss made Shen Yaoye felt like he was falling through the clouds.

Being kissed by the person he liked, how could he possibly resist.

The last vestige of Shen Yaoye’s sanity pulled him back, “…You’re married.”

Shen Jingyun chuckled, “Without you, who would I marry?”

Not married…

All that was left in Shen Yaoye’s mind was the thrill that the person he liked also liked him back.

“So, do you like me, Yaoye?”

Shen Yaoye did not respond.

“Yaoye, do you like me or not,” Shen Jingyun asked as he kissed him.

Shen Yaoye, a young man in the prime of life, already reacted just from being kissed like this by the person he liked.

His voice was husky, “Brother…”

“Hmm?”

Shen Jingyun seemed to touch something, a gentle smile appearing on his face, “Yaoye, why do you still like to play tough?”

Shen Jingyun’s hand lingered on the edge, Shen Yaoye slid downward, and Shen Jingyun steadied his body.

“Brother…”

Shen Jingyun whispered in his ear, “Say you like me, and I’ll help you.”

“…I like you, Shen Jingyun I like you, just quit fucking with me!” Shen Yaoye roared.

Just as she gathered her feelings, reassuring herself in her heart that Song Xin might have been bullied, before she could even lift the curtain, she heard that sentence.

Crying out, she ran away.

The surprise left them silent inside too.

–

Secret Realm.

Shen Jingyun watched the sleeping youth, his head nodding cutely little by little.

Carefully, he reached out and pulled the youth into his embrace.

The youth did not wake up but instead snuggled closer in his arms.

Shen Jingyun, illuminated by the firelight, looked at the youth’s handsome, still somewhat childish face, and on impulse kissed his forehead.

“Yaoye.”

He murmured softly, slightly tightening his hold on the person in his arms.

–

His love, which had no place in this world, finally found a home. — Shen Yaoye