Chapter 601: The young master can hear thoughts again! 17

Hearing Jin Chen's thoughts, Fu Mu Ci instinctively wanted to explain that it wasn't so, but he only shook his head, because he'd been overly tense earlier and could no longer speak.

He shook a few times, then Fu Mu Ci realized Jin Chen couldn't see at all; he anxiously bit his lip, slowly reached out, and pushed open the cabinet door.

Dim yellow warm light shone into the closet, making Fu Mu Ci feel a bit dazzled; he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jin Chen finally got to see his young master as he wished.

May I come in?

He half-bent over and rubbed Fu Mu Ci's head.

Fu Mu Ci still didn't speak, merely shifted back a bit to make room for someone else to sit in.

This must be a specially made piece by the Fu Family; its capacity is huge, and it's lined with a thick blanket, so sitting inside indeed gives a unique sense of safety.

Jin Chen then sat down, casually closed the cabinet door, leaving a slit.

Thus the closet fell back into darkness, with only a thread of light seeping in between them, like a faintly glowing rod.

Fu Mu Ci grabbed Jin Chen's arm; since he couldn't see, he could only sense the other's presence through touch.

In the cramped closet, Fu Mu Ci seemed to smell again the sandalwood scent coming from that person, which gave him a great sense of security.

Young master, you're scared, aren't you? I came late.

Jin Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pulled him into an embrace, and gently rubbed his back, the motion so tender it was almost unreal.

I'm so glad, young master, that you're willing to let me into this amazing secret base.

Fu Mu Ci was held, and he naturally buried himself in Jin Chen's embrace; the fear he had forcibly suppressed burst forth, and he clung tightly to Jin Chen's waist, unwilling to let go, letting out a choked sob.

Having been wronged, he naturally needed to vent.

Fu Mu Ci's crying intensified; the flush on his pale face was especially noticeable, his voice grew hoarse, making one's heart ache.

He shifted his body, tightly gripping Jin Chen's shirt hem, pressed his cheek against Jin Chen's shoulder, and completely curled himself into the embrace, refusing to relax in the slightest.

Scared… so scared…

Fu Mu Ci couldn't say exactly what he was afraid of—perhaps the sudden thunderstorm night, perhaps the light by the bedside that wouldn't turn on no matter how he reached for it, or perhaps the infant's wail that had awakened his memory.

In short, everything tonight was pressing on his nerves, making him jump at shadows, daring not to move an inch, for fear he'd inadvertently be dragged back into what could be called a nightmare memory.

Just now, curled up in the closet, Fu Mu Ci feared even the sound of his own heartbeat, the sound of someone approaching outside the door, and even his mother's comfort frightened him.

It seemed everything around him was unsafe.

Only this man before him could let him temporarily forget his fear.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid—I'm here, there won't be any danger.

Jin Chen rested his chin on the young master's head, patting soothingly with his palm, even wrapping him in a faint touch of spiritual power.

The young master is very brave; when I came over, the servants downstairs were still screaming.

Our young master hasn't made a fuss—that's already very good.

His tone was very gentle, doing his best to soothe Fu Mu Ci, who was trapped in fear.

Fu Mu Ci perhaps really heard him, gradually stopping his sobs, but the hand he clung to remained tightly gripped.

He buried his face in Jin Chen's chest, rubbing away tears, his voice hoarse, yet he still tried to speak: "... crying, there's crying."

I heard it; the young master's father has already sent people to investigate, and I believe we'll have results soon.

Young master, sleep well tonight; maybe tomorrow morning we'll find out.

Jin Chen lightly touched the young master's warm, swollen eye corners, saying, "I'll stay with you while you sleep, all right?"

Every time Jin Chen asks "all right?" or "want to?", Fu Mu Ci finds it hard to refuse, and today was no exception.

Fu Mu Ci hesitated only a moment, then nodded in his embrace and whispered his assent.

Want to hold...

All right, hold on, hold on while sleeping.

Jin Chen pushed open the closet door, stepped out first while still holding the young master tightly in his arms, just a few steps from the bedside, yet Fu Mu Ci still started, trembling in his embrace.

Even after being laid into the blankets, Fu Mu Ci wouldn't let go, whimpering as he struggled; Jin Chen could only follow suit, lying down as well, quickly removing his somewhat dirty outer coat and tossing it aside onto the rack.

Both of them snuggled in the blanket filled with a sense of safety; the familiar, deeply relaxing scent curled around Fu Mu Ci's nose, and only then did he gradually relax his body.

Jin Chen painedly stroked the young master's split lip and the forehead that had been swollen from a hard impact earlier.

The eye corners, still red from crying, now looked all the more pitiful and delicate.

Does the young master's room have a medicine box? May I apply medicine for you?

Afraid Fu Mu Ci might refuse, Jin Chen also activated his thought-transmission ability.

Jin Chen seemed to have grasped a few tricks; the young master hates to see him sad, although most of the time he needs to compromise himself.

【The young master's wound is somewhat serious; I feel terrible, worse than if I myself were injured.】

Fu Mu Ci lifted his eyes to meet Jin Chen's somewhat dazed gaze, gave a slow hum, and pointed to the cabinet by the door.

Then I'll go get the medicine.

Jin Chen quickly grabbed the iodine and ointment, returning to the bed before Fu Mu Ci's sense of safety faded.

He half-leaned against the headboard, holding the young master on his lap, gently blew on his forehead out of pity, then slowly began to apply the ointment.

The ointment was slightly cool, with a hint of herbal scent; Fu Mu Ci wrinkled his nose, sniffed, found it unpleasant, and then clutched Jin Chen's arm and inhaled deeply.

The ointment's placement was awkward; Fu Mu Ci disliked its smell, turned his face away and struggled, so Jin Chen could only hold his face steady, feigning annoyance.

If the young master doesn't apply medicine tonight, he won't be able to eat cake tomorrow—it'll hurt a lot.

Fu Mu Ci frowned deeply, seeming quite torn.

Thus he resigned himself, closed his eyes, lifted his chin, pursed his lips, and tightly sealed his upper lip, dreading the taste reaching his mouth.

Seeing this, Jin Chen chuckled softly several times, carefully applied a layer of ointment to the torn spot with a cotton swab, then covered it with a bandage.

All right, you don't need to keep your mouth shut so tight.

Fu Mu Ci extended his tongue tip and licked it, only reaching the slightly rough surface of the bandage—a strange sensation, but without any herbal taste.

It doesn't hurt much anymore.

He still wore messy pajamas, his soft hair was a tangled mess, and band-aids were stuck on his forehead and the corner of his mouth, looking like a pitiful little stray cat.

Feeling Jin Chen's slightly smiling gaze, Fu Mu Ci didn't know what he was laughing at, pouted and burrowed further into his embrace.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10! Total 60!】

"Sleepy, tired..."

Fear dissipated largely due to Jin Chen's appearance, replaced by a lingering drowsiness.

The young master who kept to his biological clock was clearly exhausted.