Chapter 1830: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 24

Wen Si Luo's whole body was tense, the curve from the back of his neck to his spine fit perfectly in Jin Chen's embrace, leaving no extra space.

But it couldn't fill the emptiness in his heart, like a leak letting in wind; even the slightest stir would make him feel uneasy.

Jin Chen's glances exchanged with others, and his attitude when speaking, would make Wen Si Luo unhappy.

Brother, I just need to see you every day.

Why not do it this way?

Wasn't that how they used to be?

Wen Si Luo lifted his head to look at Jin Chen, his eyes glistening with moisture, and he lightly brushed aside the topic of obedience.

"Brother, I hurt." Wen Si Luo whined in a hoarse voice.

Seeing this, Jin Chen immediately suggested: "From now on, we won't fight; it's too dangerous, and it pains me to watch."

Wen Si Luo, however, glared at him: "I don't want to hear this."

It's not these words; it's not the right tone.

His uneasy anxiety eventually turned into surging resentment; his heart felt as if coiled by a venomous snake, he shoved Jin Chen away and then pressed his shoulders, pushing him toward the corner of the arena.

No one dared to intrude.

"Why are you still talking to others? Why isn't your attention on me? You… you… do you still want to leave me?"

"To you, I'm not important at all!"

Wen Si Luo was so agitated that his teeth trembled when he spoke, and he unintentionally bit the tip of his tongue, sending a sharp pain.

Uneasy and desperate.

"No, Guabao..."

Jin Chen felt pity and embraced him, whispering: "Calm down first, listen to brother's explanation."

"I can't calm down."

Fine cold sweat beaded on Wen Si Luo's forehead, like a panicked, restless wraith desperately seeking a sense of safety.

Ice‑cold fingers firmly pressed against Jin Chen's neck, trembling as they felt his pulse and heartbeat, gradually tightening.

"You don't care about me..."

Wen Si Luo's eyes reddened, his voice trembling, as if uttering the most heart‑piercing spiteful words in the world, wounding the listener and making his own heart bleed.

"If you cared about me, you wouldn't leave… wouldn't abandon me, I hate you… I hate you…"

Yet Jin Chen clearly saw in Wen Si Luo's moist eyes an overflowing fragility that could barely be held.

The feeling of having his throat tightly choked was not pleasant.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue, feeling that this child would have to pierce his heart before he'd be satisfied.

He suddenly stood upright, turned and pressed Wen Si Luo against the wall, his palm firmly lifting the chin, his distinct‑knuckled fingers imprinting a dent.

Wen Si Luo's breath caught in an instant, forced to tilt his head back, the curve of his neck appearing somewhat fragile.

A bitter‑tinged smile slipped from Jin Chen's lips, his tone dangerous.

"Do you hate me?"

Wen Si Luo's eyes burned, but he held his silence.

Jin Chen: "I asked Yunran who did this to your arm, so I can repay the grudge."

"Besides you, when have I ever cared about anyone else?"

"You don't want to hear why I disappeared, yet you hate me for abandoning you for five years, Wen Xiao Luo—you've become quite capable."

Wen Si Luo caught a glimpse of the red mark on Jin Chen's neck that he himself had strangled; his heart felt torn to shreds, his lashes trembling from restraint.

He suddenly felt afraid.

Some things cannot be forgotten even after ten years.

That person, his father, that eternal cage from which there is no escape.

Because he fell for Jin Chen, he himself became like that.

"Brother..."

When Wen Si Luo is afraid, he habitually relies on Jin Chen, his vacant, hollow pupils staring heavily at the man before him.

"Sorry."

He murmured low, as if just awakening from a dazed consciousness, or as if merely suppressing his obsession briefly, turning it into a deeper emotion.

Wen Si Luo touched the red mark on Jin Chen's neck, tears pooling in his eyes and then spilling over.

Jin Chen slowly released Wen Si Luo's face, stood upright, stepped back to look at him, yet this made Wen Si Luo unable to suppress his fear; he grabbed Jin Chen's hand, "Don't… brother, don't ignore me, I was wrong…"

"I just… don't want you to touch others, I want you to comfort me…"

Scalding tears fell, striking the back of Jin Chen's hand, burning and making his heart quiver.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 75!】

Jin Chen suddenly lowered his gaze, fixing on Wen Si Luo's fragile yet lingering expression, and pulled him back into his embrace.

"Guabao, I ask you."

He gently stroked Wen Si Luo's cheek, his voice faintly hesitant, but the hesitation vanished in an instant.

"You don't like me talking to others, why?"

Indeed, the Wen Si Luo in his arms stiffened his spine, like a liar caught with a handle, somewhat at a loss yet eager to find some excuse.

But ultimately, under such fervent gaze, having just experienced that intense emotional swing, Wen Si Luo could no longer find any reason.

In just a few seconds, Wen Si Luo's heart was torn between heaven and man; awaiting judgment, he gave up on himself with a choked sob, yet instead buried himself in Jin Chen's embrace, refusing to let go.

"I like you."

They had said those words many times before.

Most often, when Wen Si Luo received much praise and many gifts from Jin Chen, overjoyed to the extreme, he would hug Jin Chen's neck from behind the sofa and say he liked him.

Or perhaps after a fragile nightmare, desperately wanting safety, they would beg Jin Chen over and over to say they like (them).

But none of that is what Wen Si Luo wants.

He wants something that no one can replace: only mutual liking, or rather, love.

Wen Si Luo fears saying it out loud, for then any kind of liking could possibly be taken back.

But what finally came was a softer kiss landing on the side of the lips.

This is a position never before had, not any reward or anything else, just exactly what Wen Si Luo hoped for.

He was astonished to the point of disbelief; when he opened his eyes, he was hazy and clueless, yet even as the kiss deepened, it robbed Wen Si Luo of the ability to think.

Jin Chen's landing kiss was gentle and delicate, still carrying comfort, only parting slightly when Wen Si Luo became completely obedient.

"It's my fault," Jin Chen's tone became much lighter, his hoarse magnetic voice transmitting evenly into Wen Si Luo's ears, making him feel a little itchy, yet he dared not miss a single word.

"I originally thought Guabao would be more suited to the role of older brother after our reunion."

Wen Si Luo, not knowing what he had thought, corrected softly: "Strictly speaking, you are not my brother now, Xigemeng."

Jin Chen chuckled, "Yes, yes, this is an identity that allows us to date."

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Dear reviewer, Xiao Luo only started dating after turning twenty; before that there was no overstepping behavior.

Jin Chen even changed bodies and took on a strange identity; they have no familial relation at all, oh muah muah~