Chapter 54

He quickly adjusted his expression, stood straight, with a serious face: "Sometimes you can't just listen to one side of the story; whether I will betray you or not, I have to try to know."

Lin Zhi Jing gently put his arm around Ye Xi'an's shoulders, looking at her with the gentlest gaze he could muster: "Do you want to try marking me?"

"I"

Ye Xi'an was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.

"Wife! It's my wife!"

Yi Yang!

Ye Xi'an's eyes lit up; she hurriedly turned to look, and indeed at the end of the narrow corridor by the door she saw the figures of Yi Yang and Ji Jiangci.

Yi Yang was covered in dirt, but his eyes were bright; a 1.9-meter male beastman waved excitedly toward them, his two incredibly long legs never stopping, shaking his tail like a puppy to greet the master who had just returned home.

As for Ji Jiangci, he remained unhurried; his expression was somewhat fatigued, his once vigorous muscles now seeming to have shrunk a bit.

Ye Xi'an broke free from Lin Zhi Jing's hand and ran toward the two, only to be enfolded in a goofy-smiling Yi Yang's arms a few steps away, swaying left and right affectionately, looking just like a newly reunited young couple.

Actually Ye Xi'an was forced; she only wanted to go greet them, but Yi Yang directly hugged her and swayed affectingly left and right, and Ye Xi'an looked pained—how could Yi Yang smell so bad?

Although Ye Xi'an didn't find it that wonderful, nobody else knew.

Lin Zhi Jing watched this eyesore; the arm he had just placed on Ye Xi'an's shoulder froze midair, still holding the same pose, he stared at his empty palm, silently cursing under his breath, his gaze turning cold.

He pressed his tongue against his palate, feigning calm as he followed Ye Xi'an, but his somewhat disordered steps betrayed his inner turmoil.

Lin Zhi Jing walked to where Yi Yang and Ye Xi'an were embracing, stood still, expressionlessly watching their clingy display, patiently waiting for them to finish hugging.

Just with him, this lightbulb present, who could keep hugging? That was also Lin Zhi Jing's aim.

Ye Xi'an indeed felt uncomfortable under Lin Zhi Jing's gaze, reaching out to pat Yi Yang's back.

Yi Yang was still immersed in the joy of hugging his wife again, the corners of his mouth turned up almost to his ears, completely unaware that a lightbulb stood beside him, nor noticing the faint force behind him.

"Yi Yang! Let go, release me quickly."

Hearing Ye Xi'an's voice, Yi Yang finally came to his senses, embarrassed by his own foolishness, he hurriedly let go of Ye Xi'an and sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

The two finally stopped embracing; Ji Jiangci also walked over, and the three males' gazes instantly converged, simultaneously beginning to size each other up.

In the end Lin Zhi Jing drew a conclusion: Ye Xi'an loves the poor.

Otherwise he really couldn't think of any reason to explain why these two ragged males were in such a situation.

He finally made one last attempt, tentatively asking: "Who are these two?"

Before Ye Xi'an could answer, Yi Yang already replied: "Of course I'm my wife's husband!"

He grabbed Ji Jiangci: "This is also my wife's husband! Who are you!"

Having said that, Yi Yang lifted his chin, pouted, and thrust his nostrils at Lin Zhi Jing, looking extremely rebellious; he thought he was quite handsome, but actually he was totally transparent.

Yi Yang glanced sideways, disdainful of Lin Zhi Jing: "Don't think he's stupid and can't see what this well-dressed male is after; he's sharp."

When these males puff out their butts, he knows what kind of shit they're about to drop.

Ye Xi'an looked at Yi Yang's foolishness, feeling both amused and exasperated, and couldn't resist pinching his cheek.

The males' skin is tight; I don't know how they maintain it—no pimples, pores hardly visible; pinching it feels like grasping a piece of mutton-fat jade just scooped from warm water, the sensation is superb, so I couldn't help rubbing it a few more times.

"Wife, don't touch."

Yi Yang blushed, being touched by Ye Xi'an made his face flush and heart race; his straight flax-colored hair lay obediently on his forehead, while he told Ye Xi'an not to touch, his body remained still, letting her caress, even proactively bending his waist and lifting his neck to make it easier for her.

Ye Xi'an felt the heat under her hand growing hotter: "Yi Yang? Are you running a fever?"

Saying that, Ye Xi'an brought her face close; when her cool forehead touched Yi Yang's scorching brow, she was burned and instantly jerked back.

Although Ye Xi'an's body temperature is low, Yi Yang inexplicably felt he too had been burned; his already flushed face now nearly purple, he felt a train racing inside him, continuously emitting a piercing whistle.

Ye Xi'an cupped Yi Yang's face, voice anxious: "Yi Yang! You have a fever!"

She suddenly remembered she had a doctor right beside her!

"Doctor Lin, could you please take a look at Yi Yang? He seems to have a slight fever."

Ye Xi'an turned her head to look again at Yi Yang's reddening, purplish face, confirming she wasn't mistaken—it really was just a bit.

"You?"

Lin Zhi Jing gritted his teeth, extracting the "you" from Ye Xi'an's words—what did she think he was?

She really took him for a doctor who needed to beg humbly for help.

Ye Xi'an looked at the suddenly furious Lin Zhi Jing, not quite understanding what had happened, she hesitantly probed: "Isn't it?"

Hearing Ye Xi'an's words, Lin Zhi Jing slammed his eyes shut, unwilling to look at this awful world any longer.

He exhaled sharply, resigned to looking at Yi Yang.

But Yi Yang wouldn't let him touch him, and guarded, pulled Ye Xi'an behind him.

It made Lin Zhi Jing let out a low, bitter laugh—he had never felt so stifled in his life! Even when those old coots forced him to go to a border training base where birds don't poop, he had never felt so speechless!

"Yi Yang! Don't be willful, if you're sick you need to see a doctor." Ye Xi'an thought Yi Yang was just messing around again; she stepped out from behind him, stood between Yi Yang and Lin Zhi Jing, and introduced: "This is my husband, Yi Yang."

"This one." Ye Xi'an glanced at Ji Jiangci, who also looked at him elegantly: "He's also my husband, called Ji Jiangci."

After Ye Xi'an finished introducing Ji Jiangci, Ji Jiangci extended his hand, wiped it clean with a wrinkled handkerchief he had washed, and reached out to Lin Zhi Jing: "Hello."

"Hmph."

Lin Zhi Jing squeezed out a cold snort from his throat, showing no interest in the two people Ye Xi'an introduced, and even less in the pretentiously poor Ji Jiangci before him, utterly unwilling to shake his hand.

Ji Jiangci smiled, withdrew his hand, neatly folded the handkerchief and placed it back into the inner pocket against his chest.

Faced with Lin Zhi Jing's sudden temper, she embarrassedly explained to Yi Yang and Ji Jiangci: "He's just like that, even with me."

(End of chapter)