Twenty feathers

The moon was at its highest point in the sky, and with the neon lights dotting the road, it looked as if it was covered with a layer of golden armor, allowing vehicles to pass through and hide in it.

The silver-gray Bentley was driving through the traffic. The atmosphere inside the car was cold and stiff. The two people tacitly kept silent along the way, and each of them had an unspeakable secret in their hearts.

After returning home, Yin Chen went straight to the study. Ye Linghan knew that he still had things to deal with.

Unlike a villa, the rooms in an apartment are not large, and the study is only a few steps away from the bedroom. In such a close distance and with such a delicate relationship, Ye Linghan felt uncomfortable all over.

All the dependence and expectations I had on him in the past were gone.

He inexplicably felt a little irritated, and a sudden sourness came from his chest.

He had never been in love, but he knew in his heart that this was probably the feeling of a broken heart. But if two people had never started a relationship, how could they talk about ending it?

Ye Linghan scratched his hair irritably, walked into the bathroom and took a quick cold shower. Yin Chen healed the scratches on his body from the fall, but some bumps were not visible at the time, but as time went by, some bruises began to appear.

But he was too lazy to care. Everyone has bumps and bruises from time to time. Ye Linghan wiped his wet hair casually and fell headfirst onto the bed.

His body naturally relaxed and then fell straight onto the bed. The impact generated at the moment of contact seemed to penetrate Ye Linghan's soul directly. He liked this feeling very much because it was very relaxing.

"Hmm..." The moment the pressure was released, Ye Linghan couldn't help but groan. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. After graduation, he stayed at home bored for a long time. It was rare for him to feel as fulfilled as he did today.

The quilt was very soft, and Ye Linghan's entire body was sunken into it. He lay on the bed with his head resting on his arms, his clothes pulled up, revealing a narrow waist that was faintly visible, adding a touch of charm.

Ye Linghan is the typical type who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed. His thin muscles are powerful, not greasy, and relatively thin.

Ye Linghan wanted to recall the details of the case, but after close contact with the bed, his eyelids became heavier and he fell asleep soon.

This time he dreamed again, still in that dark corridor. The light behind him became fainter and fainter. He seemed to see the face of the woman who had always appeared in his dreams.

A white and transparent soul appeared in front of him, and Ye Linghan widened his eyes in surprise.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, then turned to look at the person in front of him again. They looked somewhat similar.

"Who...are you?" Ye Linghan panicked and asked while pretending to be calm.

The woman took steps, but her landing felt unreal, as if she was almost floating in the air. Her gaze towards Ye Linghan was like a pool of spring water, and the corners of her mouth were frivolous and full of smiles.

She raised her hand to touch Ye Linghan's face, but Ye Linghan dodged her move by taking a half step back.

Because he didn't know who this person was, and couldn't be sure whether he was good or bad, even in his dreams, he was still extremely vigilant.

The woman's face was slightly lost. Her fingers froze in mid-air. She didn't force anything, but dropped her hands tremblingly, somewhat at a loss. She slowly spoke with a choked voice, "Little Ling Han, I am..."

“Snap—”

The sharp sound of falling glass echoed in the silent room.

The second half of the woman's words was lost in the broken echo.

Ye Linghan was awakened and opened his eyes suddenly. His chest was heaving violently as he gasped. A feeling of emptiness came over him, as if something had been stripped away. He took a full minute to relax before sitting up from the bed.

Ye Linghan got out of bed barefoot. The coldness of the floor made his confused and numb mind clear up a little. He didn't have time to recall the plot of his dream carefully and wanted to run away.

He didn't turn on the light. As soon as he reached the bedroom door, he saw the shiny silver door handle pressed down, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Ye Linghan was afraid of being hit by the door, so he reflexively took a step back. Before he saw anyone, a strong smell of alcohol entered his nostrils, and then Yin Chen's staggering body appeared in front of him.

Is he drinking?

How could you drink so much?

There was no time to think about it. Seeing that Yin Chen was shaking and unstable because he had no door to support him, Ye Linghan stretched out his arm to hold him up for fear that he would fall.

Yin Chen also fell into Ye Linghan's arms.

The huge impact force almost made Ye Linghan lose his balance. He staggered and barely managed to catch the person.

I never noticed before, why is this person so heavy?

Due to the height difference, Ye Linghan had some difficulty in holding on, and Yin Chen himself was unable to exert any strength, so all the strength was on Ye Linghan.

"Hey... Master, wake up!"

Ye Linghan patted Yin Chen's back rudely, trying to wake him up.

There had been some unpleasantness in the car, and the thorn in Ye Linghan's heart had not yet melted. He wanted to control his heart and not have too much close contact with Yin Chen except on full moon nights, in order to keep his heart pure.

But his Taoist heart was broken before it lasted for half a day. In addition, the characters in the dream changed. When he was just one step away from grasping the truth, he was awakened by the noise made by Yin Chen, so he felt a little annoyed.

Yin Chen murmured, his tone sticky, "Don't... ignore... me..."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he buried his face in Ye Linghan's shoulder, his hands tightly around his waist.

Ye Linghan frowned, "What did you say?"

He wanted to pull Yin Chen away, but after trying several times without success, he began to give up on himself.

Perhaps sensing that Ye Linghan's tone was a bit fierce, Yin Chen tightened his arms around Ye Linghan, as if wanting to melt him into his body and possess him as his own.

“No…no…”

"What don't you want? You...it hurts me!"

Ye Linghan finally became angry and his tone became even more impatient than before.

Knowing that there is no possibility of being together, you are deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate yourself. You finally make up your mind to escape, but you can't resist the temptation and don't want to pull yourself away. This tangled mood is like being fried in oil, half cold and half hot, ice and fire colliding.

It would be great if the gap wasn't so huge, Ye Linghan often thought. One of them was a child of destiny, and the other was just an orphan picked up from an orphanage. There were some worlds that they were destined to be unable to fit into.

Hearing Ye Linghan's roar, Yin Chen seemed to have regained some consciousness and loosened his grip a little, but his hand was still on Ye Linghan's waist. He moved his body back, his eyes full of haziness, and met Ye Linghan's eyes.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Just when Ye Linghan was daydreaming, his feet suddenly left the ground and he felt a sense of weightlessness. When he came to his senses, he was already in Yin Chen's arms.

"What are you doing?" Although Ye Linghan questioned him, he was afraid that the drunk man might not be able to control his strength and fall down, so he hugged Yin Chen tightly with his body.

Is he...acting drunken?

When other people get drunk they either remain silent or throw a tantrum, but when it comes to him he suddenly changes his tune and starts doing this.

Yin Chen carried him to the bed and gently placed Ye Linghan on the bed.

The moment his body touched the bed, Ye Linghan retreated quickly like a fish that had been released, wanting to stay away from this place of trouble.

But the size of the bed is limited after all, so you can't run far.

Yin Chen leaned over and reached out to grab Ye Linghan's slender ankle without any hesitation, dragging him back easily. Then he bent his legs and stuck them between his legs, leaning over and pressing on him.

Ye Linghan's legs were separated by Yin Chen at the base, making it impossible for them to be brought together. He felt that this posture of having legs wide open was somewhat shameful, as it was tantamount to exposing his vulnerable parts to the other party.

The two buttons at the bottom of his pajamas had been undone at some point, exposing his snow-white skin. He was frantically adjusting them.

When Yin Chen saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, and then the tense string in his heart completely broke.

He held Ye Linghan's wrist tightly and lifted it above his head. The drunk Yin Chen's desire devoured his reason like a raging fire.

Ye Linghan felt the warm breath spraying on the side of his neck. His whole body felt like a crawling insect and ant, and every nerve in his body trembled uncontrollably.

Yin Chen accurately found the red mole on Ye Linghan's earlobe, which was the most sensitive part of his body. Yin Chen had accidentally triggered this switch before and wrote it down. He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

"Yin Chen! What are you doing? You're drunk!" Ye Linghan was furious and tried desperately to break free.

In an instant, anger, shame, panic, and humiliation filled my brain, and the last shaky nerve broke.

But Yin Chen didn't let go, and kept whispering in Ye Linghan's ear: "Please... don't leave me."

The bed sheets were messed up by Ye Linghan's hands moving back and forth, and his wrists were red and aching slightly.

I don’t know where Yin Chen got so much strength from. He didn’t relax at all even when he was drunk.

For a moment, he was wondering whether Yin Chen was drunk or not, and whether this person was sober or not.

When people are in extreme panic, any thoughts will not be magnified. Ye Linghan even suspected that after chatting with him about those topics in the car, he went to confess his love to his lover but was rejected, and then came to him to vent his desires.

Thinking of this, Ye Linghan suddenly pulled out his hand with an unexpected force, and a crisp slap landed on Yin Chen's handsome and flawless face.

“Snap—”

In an instant, the panting and the rubbing of clothes all stopped abruptly, and the air around them seemed to be still. Yin Chen seemed to have regained his sanity by this slap. His fingers trembled as he loosened the shackles on Ye Linghan, sat up, and stared blankly at the mess in front of him.

Ye Linghan was also a little at a loss as to what he had done just now. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and he had not yet recovered from the exhaustion caused by the intense struggle.

"I…"

Ye Linghan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how to explain.

He wanted to apologize, but he felt that he was not wrong in this matter. If he didn't apologize, after all, Yin Chen was of noble status, and he would inevitably be in trouble in the future.

Just when he woke up and was struggling in pain, Yin Chen left his body.

Ye Linghan maintained his arm support on the bed, looking at the other person's back with some fear and regret for his impulsive behavior just now.

He wouldn't... look for some torture instruments to use in the family discipline...

It is rumored that the young master of the Yin family has a special hobby. He has a secret room in his home filled with various torture instruments, which he uses to punish his disobedient subordinates.

But people always have to bear the consequences for their mistakes.

Just as Ye Linghan was maintaining a posture with his heart in turmoil, he saw Yin Chen walk in with a medicine box.

The slap was quite powerful and it made the man sober up a lot.

Ye Linghan's eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. Just as he was making random guesses and feeling anxious, Yin Chen came to the bed and sat next to him.

He took out a can of medicine from the medicine box, then reached out and stopped just as his fingertips were about to touch Ye Linghan's bruised waist. "Is it okay?"

"Ah, yes...yes."

Does he dare to say no?

Yin Chen seemed to be relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, then gently stroked the protruding bones on Ye Linghan's waist and hips with his fingertips and applied medicine to the bruised areas, including his wrist that had just been squeezed red.

"This is the medicine given by the old patriarch. It's good for bones." Yin Chen's voice was very low, but Ye Linghan heard it.

"Thank you." He didn't dare say more.

"Sorry... I lost control just now." Yin Chen lowered his eyes and sorted his things.

Ye Linghan was utterly terrified at this moment, and quickly replied, "No, no, no, that... I was wrong."

Yin Chen didn't answer, but instead packed up his medicine box and stood up. "I'm going to the guest room. You should have a good rest."

Looking at Yin Chen's disappearing back, Ye Linghan felt a little disappointed.

Finally, it was another sleepless night.