4-15: Being monitored by the Ghost King

The atmosphere between the two was tense and somewhat ambiguous.

Huai Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he carefully considered his answer.

Back in the Interstellar Federation, Huaiyan was actually the one who knew best how to refuse others.

He politely declined countless passionate declarations of love, and avoided those pairs of eyes filled with intense affection, as well as bold and explicit confessions from both men and women.

Those nervous, stuttering confessions couldn't stir the slightest emotion in him.

Once upon a time, Huaiyan disdained to form entanglements with others.

He felt that forming bonds was a very troublesome thing.

The mere thought that his future emotions might be swayed by someone else fills him with a sense of inexplicable fear.

Huaiyan had witnessed too many life-and-death separations on the battlefield, or those who were destined to survive.

He couldn't even imagine how to end a relationship gracefully.

It is very possible that those most intimate and unforgettable things from the past will become sharp blades, piercing into one's own flesh and blood.

So he thought.

Probably no couple ends up in a dignified way.

But now, regarding this man whom I've only met twice...

Unable to suppress it, Huai Yan felt a subtle emotion stirring within him.

He had this feeling before in the previous planes.

But those interactions were, to varying degrees, tinged with self-interest and mutual exploitation.

From the very beginning, Huaiyan's purpose was not pure.

Therefore, he couldn't get along with any of them in a casual way.

Despite the overwhelming affection and the extremely strong desire for control, Huaiyan felt ashamed to accept it all.

Furthermore, he genuinely only intended to have some fun with it.

Huaiyan would definitely not want to risk her entire life on these relationships.

Giving up your entire life sounds like a stupid thing to do.

That's what his brother said.

Even now, Huaiyan can still remember it.

When my brother said those words, his eyes were filled with arrogance and disdain.

It was an afternoon with fallen leaves everywhere, and the autumn atmosphere was at its peak.

At that time, my brother had just accepted a girl's kindness and rejected her.

He turned to Huaiyan and said.

Only a fool would entrust their entire life to a complete stranger.

Because the fraternity has turned against each other, one must also be wary of betrayal from an unfaithful lover.

Rather than opening the floodgates of a relationship, it's better to destroy the beginning altogether.

It wasn't until my brother died in battle and my parents passed away.

Huai Yancai finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

He did spend a long time in the greenhouse, but that doesn't mean he was innocent and naive.

His older brother taught him many things.

In fact, Huaiyan could only comprehend a small part of it at first, and then disguised himself under a mask.

But in the monotonous life that lasted for ten years, Huaiyan had long understood how much pain was hidden in her brother's calm eyes back then.

That's why my brother went to the battlefield without hesitation or looking back.

Nothing was left behind.

At that time, the honor of the entire Interstellar Federation rested on my brother's shoulders alone.

So later, Huaiyan took over from her brother, stood at the same level as her brother, possessed everything her brother had, and was even about to become her brother.

He suddenly realized it was all a dream.

He came alone, and he died without taking with him the glory of the entire Interstellar Federation.

Even less willing to bear the burden of a so-called lover's entire life.

That would be too painful.

After her brother disappeared, Huaiyan never had the thought of spending the rest of her life with another person again.

The beginning and end of a relationship can take anywhere from a few months to decades.

Huaiyan witnessed the successive deaths of her brother and parents.

He thought that he might never be able to accept forming any ties with unrelated people again.

The best option is to stop in time and withdraw.

Just like what Huaiyan has been doing all these years.

“…I’m sorry.” Huai Yan smiled apologetically at Jin Xiuchen.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his voice was strained and bitter: "Actually, I already... have a partner."

After speaking, Huaiyan hesitated to meet Jin Xiuchen's gaze.

He lowered his eyes slightly and practically fled when he left.

-

"Why are you running so fast?" 073 asked in surprise. "You seem to like him quite a bit."

Huai Yan didn't say anything, turned around and left the school gate.

Huaiyan had no classes in the afternoon and hadn't planned to stay at school anyway.

“…I can’t possibly harm someone,” Huaiyan sighed deeply upon hearing this. “There’s a Ghost King in the villa.”

073 paused, then suddenly realized, "That's right. If you agree, Jiang Feng will go crazy, and that ghost will probably go crazy too."

Huaiyan got into the car and casually echoed 073's words.

He certainly wouldn't run that fast.

He and Jin Xiuchen are, at best, strangers who have only met twice.

Huaiyan would never harm an ordinary person.

No matter how much someone suits your taste, you can't gamble with their life.

Of course, that's just a prelude.

Huai Yan still has some psychological burden.

He forcefully suppressed those thoughts that shouldn't have come to him and that had never even appeared before.

Because Huaiyan currently has no plans to form any bonds with anyone.

That's too much trouble.

It's better for him to quit as soon as he's done playing around and withdraw promptly.

“That’s right,” 073 sighed, looking up at the sky. “We can’t be scumbags.”

Huaiyan: "..."

Huai Yan twitched the corner of her mouth.

The school is not far from the villa.

A dozen minutes later, the vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of the villa.

Huaiyan stepped through the snow into the gate and walked into the garden.

These last few days may be the villa's last quiet moments.

Once the protagonist arrives, the villa will be turned upside down.

"Young Master."

The servant at the door bowed slightly and respectfully opened the door for Huaiyan.

Huaiyan had something on her mind, so she didn't even look at the living room and went straight upstairs.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

"Jiang Feng?"

Huai Yan frowned, suppressing the nausea in her heart, and stepped towards the other person. "Why are you here?"

Jiang Feng stood up from the sofa and eagerly raised the paper bag in his hand.

"I came to bring you food." Jiang Feng smiled gently. "I saw that you liked the plain porridge I made before, so I brought you a lot more."

Huai Yan's standard, fake smile suddenly froze.

What's with the white stuff?!

Plain congee?!

Thinking back to Jin Xiuchen's confession, Huaiyan now looked at the bowl of white porridge that was about to appear.

...Suddenly I feel a little breathless.

"Oh, is that so?" Huai Yan feigned surprise and sat down next to Jiang Feng.

The boy said regretfully, "I already ate at school."

Jiang Feng chuckled lightly, seemingly oblivious to the strong resistance in Huai Yan's words.

"Then we can eat tonight, or when we're hungry." Jiang Feng pulled the person into his arms very naturally.

It's like that bowl of plain porridge, something you absolutely must eat.

The boy did not refute, but simply leaned obediently against Jiang Feng's chest.

She answered softly, "I will, I will eat."

Seeing the boy's flushed face, Jiang Feng secretly rejoiced.

He's been very scared these past few days.

Especially after reading the posts on the forum, I became even more anxious and uneasy.

He was afraid that Huaiyan would suddenly realize that he actually had nothing and was nothing at all.

Thus, Jiang Feng's plan fell through.

He could only try to guess Huaiyan's thoughts from various angles.

After all, the professor is currently receiving a lot of attention on the forum.

While everyone was discussing it, they seemed to have forgotten that he was Huaiyan's boyfriend.

This morning, I saw the lesson on the Huai inkstone, which happened to be the professor's class time.

Jiang Feng's unease reached its peak.

Although he was confident that he could keep Huaiyan firmly in his grasp.

But he becomes paranoid at the slightest disturbance.

Moreover, Jiang Feng already knew that he couldn't be relied on over there.

He now only has one path, one opportunity.

That means staying by Huaiyan's side and not allowing anyone to take the boy away.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, Huaiyan remembered something and whispered to Jiang Feng, "I have some things to take care of at home tomorrow afternoon, so you might not be able to come."

Jiang Feng stiffened, feeling a little dissatisfied.

However, he didn't show it. Instead, he asked in return, "Baby, aren't I your family now?"

Upon hearing this, the boy in her arms visibly panicked.

The boy explained anxiously in a soft voice, "Of course, but I really have something to do tomorrow afternoon, I..."

“Baby.” Jiang Feng pinched the boy’s chin, his tone aggrieved and quite sad, and asked, “So you’re trying to get rid of me?”

The boy paused.

He looked at Jiang Feng, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't mean to send you away. You know, if you want to come over, I won't stop you..."

The boy's voice grew softer and softer until he finally lowered his head, leaned against Jiang Feng's chest, and began to sob.

Jiang Feng's heart sank. He gently patted the boy's back and patiently asked, "What happened? Why didn't you tell me..."

Upon hearing this, the boy raised his head and pitifully sniffed.

He asked Jiang Feng slowly and cautiously, "If... you find out about this tomorrow afternoon, will you hate me?"

Jiang Feng was taken aback.

The next second, he blurted out almost without hesitation, "How could that be, baby?"

-

After seeing Jiang Feng off, Huai Yan went to the bathroom to wash her face.

After ordering someone to throw the bowl of congee into the trash can, Huaiyan stretched and returned to his room.

He had cried so much that his eyes were swollen from dealing with Jiang Feng, and he was still feeling sleepy.

Surprisingly, the Ghost King did not come out to play tricks on him.

Normally, at this time, as soon as Huaiyan returned to his room, the man would cling to him and wouldn't leave him for more than a few minutes.

Huaiyan was exhausted, and before he could figure things out, he lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

The weather was gloomy, and the heavy curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, blocking out all light.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the boy's steady breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, a thick cloud of black mist suddenly appeared above the foot of the bed.

Even in such a dim environment, it could be seen clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist slowly formed a human shape.

In a matter of seconds, the silhouette, shrouded in darkness, sculpted into a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, tall, male body.

The previously blurry and indistinct face now revealed a pair of features with a cold and superior expression.