Chapter 606: The young master can hear inner voices again! 22

The scene cut off here abruptly, everything around quickly faded like losing color, and the surroundings reverted to a pure white space.

Fu Mu Ci curled up on the ground, recalling his childhood experiences; this time he didn't cry endlessly but frowned, as if thinking about something.

He used to not understand why Duoduo was mistaken for him, but after recalling again he remembered.

"Coat..."

Fu Mu Ci muttered, his gaze somewhat vacant.

It was the coat; Duoduo dirtied his clothes, so he gave his own coat to Duoduo to wear. The lawn was dim with no lights, which led to the mistaken identity.

Jin Chen, who shared the consciousness and memory, felt it wasn't that simple.

He faintly felt that this story had another development from a different angle, such as Duoduo, or that murderer.

This meditation ended when Fu Mu Ci woke up on his own initiative.

He opened his eyes, hurriedly sought Jin Chen, and as he turned he was embraced.

"I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The gentle pats on his back were just right; Fu Mu Ci nestled completely into Jin Chen's embrace, a lingering panic still in his eyes, his throat unconsciously tightening.

"The murderer… is me."

"Duoduo died, it's my fault……"

Jin Chen and Fu Mu Ci pressed their foreheads together: "Don't blame yourself, blame the murderer, don't think like that."

Fu Mu Ci closed the curtains tightly, and only when he felt sufficiently safe did he sit down to look at Jin Chen, his tone very serious.

"The murderer hasn't been caught."

This was the first time he spoke to someone about the past.

"Two years ago, I saw him."

Fu Mu Ci still couldn't express what he wanted to say in long sentences; he spoke haltingly, but fortunately Jin Chen could understand.

"Two years ago, the young master saw him at the Fu family estate, so he was afraid—only seeing the lawn mower made him unafraid?"

Jin Chen finished the sentence for him; Fu Mu Ci nodded heavily, burying himself in Jin Chen's embrace, the red mark on his forehead already faded.

"He comes occasionally, and no one notices."

But Fu Mu Ci discovered that the person never goes upstairs, yet sometimes stands at the place where he previously killed Duoduo, just staring fixedly upstairs.

Whenever he spots that person, he becomes very irritable, but no one believes him and even thinks his mind is not normal……

Fu Mu Ci suddenly lifted his head to look at Jin Chen: "Believe me."

"I certainly believe, but I was thinking about last night's infant crying—perhaps it was also that person's doing."

Fu Mu Ci also suspected that.

Most of the time he is unwilling to communicate with others, trapped in his own thoughts, but that doesn't mean his intelligence is lacking.

Yet the entire Fu family still treats him like a child.

"Tell Father, I don't believe it."

Fu Mu Ci spoke, sounding aggrieved, biting his lip and humming; his messy hair was brushed back by Jin Chen's fingers, and he rubbed his palm against them.

"And Mother—doesn't she believe you either?"

Jin Chen asked that offhandedly, after all Xu Li clearly cared about him and had been so anxious the night before.

Who would have thought Fu Mu Ci would avert his gaze, shield his eyes with his forearm, shrink into Jin Chen's embrace without speaking, his soft hair obediently touching Jin Chen's refined profile, making him look even more well-behaved.

Jin Chen sensed the abnormality, pulled him from his embrace to hold his face: "Young master, don't you want to tell me?"

"No… not."

Fu Mu Ci stared into Jin Chen's eyes, belatedly feeling a bit timid, yet he still leaned his head onto Jin Chen's arm, fearing Jin Chen would ignore him.

"Mom…… is very strange."

A strangeness that's hard to put into words.

He didn't know how to describe it in words, and also felt it was an illusion after years of nightmares.

Fu Mu Ci thought of many adjectives, but ultimately only said: "I and she are not alike; she is very strange."

"I'm afraid of her."

Jin Chen's heart gave a jolt.

No wonder, no wonder that last night Xu Li speaking in front of the wardrobe forced Fu Mu Ci to bang his head against the cabinet.

It wasn't that he wouldn't listen; fundamentally, the young master was already full of fear at that time, with an added person who frightened him standing outside.

〈Could Xu Li also be related to this matter? Then today she wants me to keep distance from the young master—could there be other reasons…〉

Jin Chen habitually thought, forgot to conceal his inner voice, and Fu Mu Ci heard it completely.

Mother wants Jin Chen to keep a sense of distance from herself.

Fu Mu Ci grasped the main point, then panic spread, but Jin Chen didn't notice.

His fingers nervously clenched Jin Chen's cuff, his eyes dark, his possessive desire astonishing.

No……

"Chen, don't leave me."

Fu Mu Ci murmured.

He suddenly sat up on Jin Chen, straddling his lap, eyes somewhat stubborn: "Kiss."

Jin Chen blinked slowly, not really understanding how the topic jumped to this.

〈Just now we were still talking about Xu Li, why did the topic shift so quickly? 〉

Fu Mu Ci's delicate features all scrunched up, he moved his body unwillingly, his tone intensified: "You're ignoring me!"

Jin Chen's throat tightened instantly, and he pulled the person outward.

"I'm attending to you, I'm attending to you—don't rub against the ancestors."

"Kiss." Fu Mu Ci puckered his lips.

He secretly shifted inward again, first clumsily pressing his lips against Jin Chen's, kissing without technique, just rubbing like a stamp.

Jin Chen, inexplicably heated from the rubbing: "……"

He let out a faint sigh, his palm resting on the young master's nape; in just a second he seized the initiative, pried open his teeth and laid a deep kiss.

Fu Mu Ci, unable to restrain himself, had never experienced such intense affection; being kissed, he continually gasped.

Yet he did not struggle, still held by the nape, maintaining his head-tilted posture, obediently receiving Jin Chen's lingering kiss.

Fu Mu Ci tried to respond, unaware that he needed no movement at all; just his dazed gaze and the soft breath escaping his throat were enough to make Jin Chen unable to stop, lost in it.

The two clung tightly together, as if they would never part for life.

Fu Mu Ci liked this feeling.

Until Fu Mu Ci could not catch his breath, Jin Chen gradually stopped the plundering-like kiss, his palm covering half the young master's face, thumb gently stroking the flushed skin, his other hand stroking his back to steady his breath.

Fu Mu Ci seized the hand Jin Chen had placed on his face, pressed it to his lips and lightly rubbed; the dazed look in his eyes had not yet faded.

"Young master, do you still remember me asking whether you know what a kiss signifies?"

Fu Mu Ci nodded; this time he understood.

I like it.

The voice of one who has just been kissed is soft, slightly hoarse, and eager to express feeling.

I like you.

Fu Mu Ci's eyelashes fluttered, he gave a silly laugh, then snuggled back into his embrace, forehead resting against Jin Chen's neck, warm breath blowing onto that patch of skin.

He then reached up to trace Jin Chen's brows and eyes, slowly drawing his fingertips along the outer corners of his eyes, the motion gentle, just as Jin Chen usually soothed him.

And you?

【Also learned to seize the initiative.】

Jin Chen chuckled, the heat of his fingertip also pressed against Fu Mu Ci's brows and eyes, slowly stroking his trembling eyes, finally stopping at the reddened outer corners, rubbing back and forth twice with somewhat firm pressure.

I like you.