Chapter 36 Part 2

Zhong Nian: “…”

Tomorrow night—that wasn’t his last day in the game?

Seeing he didn’t speak, the man asked, “You agree?”

“Can I refuse?” Zhong Nian countered.

Sure enough, the man fell silent for two seconds, then said irrefutably, “No.”

Zhong Nian rolled his eyes inwardly.

“Zhong Nian.” For the first time, the man called Zhong Nian’s full name, surname and given, his tone not entirely cold—more like solemn. “Once I settle things, we’ll go together to the southernmost country and register our marriage.”

“?? Cough!“

Zhong Nian choked on a mouthful of sweet porridge and asked the man patting his back in disbelief, “Are you joking?”

“No.”

Hearing the man’s firm tone, Zhong Nian’s feelings were complicated. “Are you sure you want to marry a traitor?”

The man said nothing more. After feeding him breakfast, he wiped Zhong Nian’s mouth with a towel as usual.

“You must stay here now. It’s not safe outside.”

Zhong Nian probed softly again, “What if… I don’t want to?”

The man paused. “Then I’ll have to tie you up again.”

With that, he grabbed Zhong Nian’s wrist, as if he really meant to do it.

Zhong Nian quickly said, “I’ll stay obediently.”

In the unlit room, a short, low chuckle sounded.

Zhong Nian couldn’t imagine what the man looked like when he laughed and was a bit dazed. On impulse, he asked an unrelated question. “I still don’t know your name.”

The man: “I’ll tell you once we’re off the ship.”

…

Perhaps because of the incident last night, the man became very busy and didn’t stay in the room too long.

But before leaving, he grabbed the youth for a very deep, very long kiss.

Even though it wasn’t the first time enduring this, Zhong Nian still couldn’t adapt, couldn’t learn to breathe properly, couldn’t be as effortless as the man.

Their two tongues entwined inseparably; the smaller one was drawn out beyond the lips, sucked and nibbled. The not-yet-healed small wound tingled faintly and densely, stimulating its owner’s senses.

The most sensitive upper palate was licked many times—mostly on purpose, because every lick made Zhong Nian involuntarily contract his throat and let out a low whimper, his reaction particularly adorable.

The kiss lasted a long time, and the man pressing on top not only breathed heavily—his reason slipped a bit too. He lowered his head, his nose nudging open the youth’s collar, fingers touching the pajama buttons—

Feeling a chill on his chest, the kiss-dazed Zhong Nian snapped back and grabbed the man’s hair. “Don’t you have things to do? Stop…”

He shrank his shoulders and dodged backward, only to be grabbed at the waist, his body pressed back against the man’s face.

“Wu!” A tongue wrapped around through the pajamas. Zhong Nian’s waist arched involuntarily, his hands changing from pushing to clutching, tugging the man’s hair. “L-Let go… Wu, no, don’t bite me…”

He clawed several bloody marks on the man’s face, yet he was still gnawed on for a full five minutes.

When the man left the room licking his lips with an unsatisfied look, Zhong Nian curled up on the bed, gasping softly. He carefully used a towel to wipe the saliva from his face, neck, and chest—left by the man.

He was both angry and aggrieved, his hand trembling as he touched the last place that had been eaten.

It had just gotten a bit better, and now it was swollen again.

Definitely a pervert.

He gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly when the door opened again.

The newcomer moved lightly on his feet. Zhong Nian didn’t need to look to know it wasn’t the pervert himself, but one of the pervert’s subordinates.

Another pervert.

“Little Nian…” Ke Zhengchu knelt in front of the bed, hugging Zhong Nian’s legs, pressing his head against his knees, apologizing humbly. “Little Nian, don’t be mad at me.“

Zhong Nian ignored him and moved his legs.

“I was wrong, Little Nian.” Ke Zhengchu hugged tighter, bending his body even lower—like a large dog crawling on the ground, rubbing against its master’s legs to curry favor.

Zhong Nian kicked at him with his foot but couldn’t shake him off. He frowned. “Let go. I don’t need your apology.”

Ke Zhengchu pleaded, “Little Nian, hit me, kick me, whatever—as long as you stop being mad.”

Zhong Nian laughed in anger. “Hit you, kick you—who gets the thrill from that?”

Ke Zhengchu was speechless.

Zhong Nian nudged Ke Zhengchu’s face beside his leg with his foot and sneered down at him coldly. “You’re pretty good at rewarding yourself.”

Out of Zhong Nian’s sight, Ke Zhengchu’s face flushed red, heat building below his abdomen.

“I-I wasn’t like this before.” He defended himself in a low voice. “I was an experimental subject in the Human Body Repair Project, the only successful case to survive over a hundred experiments.”

Zhong Nian paused and listened quietly.

“On the island, my body was never intact, always undergoing different experiments. They…”

Ke Zhengchu omitted the most cruel details. “So, I got used to pain and became numb to it. Thanks to those experiments, my wounds heal very quickly, back to perfect condition.

“After escaping Hope Island with the Boss, no one hurt me anymore, but without pain, it became even harder to bear. I suffered from insomnia day and night, lost my appetite, vomited.

“My soul seemed stuck on Hope Island’s operating table… I needed stimulation to feel like my body was still alive.”

Zhong Nian recalled the wounds he had seen on Ke Zhengchu’s wrists before—cut deeply, healed so well that no one could imagine the initial bloody mess.

The later shoulder wound was hard to say if it was really an accident.

One could imagine how serious Ke Zhengchu’s condition was.

So everything had a reason.

Zhong Nian sighed softly and placed his hand on Ke Zhengchu’s head.

Noticing his softened attitude, Ke Zhengchu joyfully stood up and looked up. “Little Nian, you’re not mad anymore?”

“Aren’t you just saying this to make me pity you?” Zhong Nian muttered, but he didn’t refuse Ke Zhengchu’s closeness.

“I’m sorry.” Ke Zhengchu rubbed against Zhong Nian’s hand. “I like you so much.”

Zhong Nian pursed his lips and clenched his itching palm.

Unperturbed, Ke Zhengchu switched to rubbing the back of his hand and said softly, “When you applied medicine to me, my heart beat so fast and hard—it gave me a greater sense of being alive than pain ever did.”

In the dimness, Zhong Nian could still see that Ke Zhengchu’s usually gloomy black eyes now shone with a strange, burning light.