Chapter 157 Coming of Age Ceremony
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With a slight sound, Feng Jihan gently closed the door, found the button of the entrance in the dark, and turned on all the lights in the living room.
The warm lights came on, revealing the layout of the living room.
Colorful balloons, banners with "Happy Birthday" written on them, and some fancy little decorations together created a very strong birthday atmosphere.
Today is Cen Xun’s eighteenth birthday.
Like many of Cen Xun's previous birthdays, Feng Jihan decorated the house in advance and went to the store to pick up a specially customized cake before Cen Xun came back.
Feng Jihan placed the cake on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, his eyes scanning the familiar furniture one by one. The little devil had grown up, and this should have been a happy day, but he felt very heavy.
Because after tonight, Feng Jihan will leave.
The cause was that the Heresy Monitoring Bureau was looking for trouble and believed that Cen Xun's danger had been reduced to a controllable range, so they issued a transfer order and forcibly transferred Feng Jihan away from Cen Xun.
The moment he received the transfer order, Feng Jihan's mood took a sharp turn for the worse and became very bad.
He had been with Cen Xun for five years, and Cen Xun was most familiar with him. How could the Heresy Monitoring Bureau just transfer him away?
Now that he's gone, who will the Heresy Monitoring Bureau look to replace him?
Feng Jihan felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought that there would be other people approaching Cen Xun and monitoring his every move.
In the quiet living room, Feng Jihan touched the envelope in his arms, a little absent-minded.
The transfer order came too suddenly, and Feng Jihan didn't even receive any news in advance. To cancel the transfer order, he had to go back to the Heresy Monitoring Bureau.
This time, the return date is uncertain. Feng Jihan thought about it again and again, and finally decided to leave a letter for Cen Xun before leaving to inform him of his whereabouts.
After putting the letter away, Feng Jihan rolled up his sleeves and prepared to make some hot dishes for the little devil.
The timing was just right. Cen Xun came back just as he finished making the last dish.
Hearing the noise from the entrance, Feng Jihan peeked at him from the kitchen. Perhaps because he felt guilty, his tone subtly became a little more enthusiastic: "You're back."
"Yeah." Cen Xun lowered his head to change his shoes. He seemed to be in a good mood today. He threw the shoulder bag on the sofa and came over to hug Feng Jihan.
"Ding" Feng Jihan vaguely heard the sound of glass colliding in his backpack. Just as he felt a hint of doubt, his attention was diverted by the hug from behind him.
The two thin layers of clothes could not block the obvious heat from the young man. Feng Jihan's face flushed instantly when Cen Xun put his arms around his waist, and he had no intention of thinking about anything else.
Feng Jihan didn't know where Cen Xun learned this from. At first, she just touched him intentionally to disgust him, but later she started hugging him. Feng Jihan couldn't stop him no matter what he did, so he had to pretend nothing happened.
Perhaps when Cen Xun gets bored of this kind of game, he will take the initiative to stop this behavior.
However, the intimate physical contact seemed to have invisibly changed the relationship between them. Feng Jihan couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, but he had an inexplicable intuition.
It is best not to let this change continue, otherwise
What would happen otherwise? Feng Jihan couldn’t think of the answer for the time being.
Feng Jihan carefully took off the arms around his waist, turned around to look at Cen Xun, and saw him looking at him with a smile, and a little bitterness rose in his heart.
Cen Xun didn't know yet that he would be leaving tomorrow.
If Cen Xun knew this, he would definitely be very happy. He, the stumbling block that had always prevented Cen Xun from killing people, was finally going to be gone.
An inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart. Feng Jihan turned his eyes away and tried to change the subject in a dissembling way: "Are you in a good mood today?"
"Yes," Cen Xun took a step back, his amber eyes gazing deeply at him. There was a profound meaning in his eyes that Feng Jihan couldn't understand. "You said you would prepare a coming-of-age ceremony for me. I'm really, really looking forward to it."
Feng Jihan was in a bad mood, so he didn't notice the abnormality in Cen Xun's tone. He picked up the last dish and forced a smile: "Shall we start now?"
This birthday was almost the same as the previous five. They shared the cake and had dinner together as usual. The only difference was that Cen Xun had said in advance that he wanted to drink some wine when he came of age, so Feng Jihan specially prepared a bottle of light red wine.
The scarlet wine was poured into the goblet. Cen Xun picked up the glass and gently shook the wine inside. He held his chin with one hand, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and his movements were somewhat nonchalant. "School won't start for another month. Where do you want to go next?"
Feng Jihan felt even more bitter in his heart. He had clearly prepared all the travel plans, but because of the sudden transfer order, all his plans were disrupted. He didn't even know when he would be able to come back.
"I haven't decided yet."
"I haven't thought about it yet." Cen Xun tapped his cheek with his finger, then smiled at him: "Then let me decide."
As he spoke, Cen Xun's eyes fell on the empty cup in front of Feng Jihan, and he seemed a little dissatisfied: "Why don't you drink?"
Feng Jihan hesitated and replied, "I'm not very good at drinking."
"Is it okay for me to drink alone?" Cen Xun narrowed his eyes, a hint of vigilance in his gaze. "Or did you put something in the wine?"
Feng Jihan: “?”
He? Put something in the wine?
Cen Xun has always been very suspicious. When Feng Jihan just brought him out of the orphanage, Cen Xun tried to murder him while being on guard against him every day. But so many years have passed. Feng Jihan thought they already knew each other very well, but Cen Xun was still speculating about him with the greatest malice?
Feng Jihan felt a little hurt, but also a little amused: "It's your birthday, why would I put something in your wine?"
Cen Xun stared at him expressionlessly: "Really? You've been acting a little weird since the day before yesterday. Are you really not doing anything bad behind my back?"
Hearing this, Feng Ji broke out in a cold sweat, because Cen Xun had inadvertently hit the mark, and he really had something to do.
Under Cen Xun's increasingly sharp gaze, Feng Jihan had no choice but to pour the same red wine into his own glass to prove it to Cen Xun: "Drink it if you want."
Cen Xun was still worried: "You drink first."
She's still doubting him! Feng Jihan grew angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He finished the red wine in his glass in front of Cen Xun, not leaving a single drop. He said unhappily, "You can rest assured now, right?"
After Cen Xun confirmed that he had finished drinking, he felt relieved. He raised his glass and drank the red wine in it, then gave a disdainful comment: "It doesn't taste good."
Feng Jihan watched Cen Xun lick the wine off his lips, his tongue flashing across his lips. His eyes seemed to be burned for some unknown reason, and he opened his eyes subconsciously.
Feng Jihan didn't know what was wrong with him. Before, he could face Cen Xun calmly, but recently, everything suddenly became wrong.
His eyes would subconsciously follow Cen Xun's figure, paying attention to his every frown and smile. Although they were just normal movements, in his eyes, they always produced some kind of unspeakable temptation.
Feng Jihan felt that something might be wrong with him.
Cen Xun seemed a little drunk, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his tone softened: "Where's my gift?"
Feng Jihan suddenly came to his senses and stood up as if escaping: "It's in the living room, I'll get it for you."
The coming-of-age gift that Feng Jihan prepared for Cen Xun was a watch. After seeing it, Cen Xun didn't say whether he liked it or not, but just asked Feng Jihan to put it on him.
"Drink with me." Cen Xun filled Feng Jihan's glass with wine, then looked at him with his chin in his hand: "It has been five years since we first met."
Feng Jihan hummed, but what he was thinking about was the inhumane transfer order.
He really, really didn't want to leave Cen Xun.
Even if it's just for ten days or half a month.
Five years, five years of mutual companionship. Although Feng Jihan approached Cen Xun in the beginning just to let Cen Xun learn to love, but now, those motives seem to no longer be the only reason for him to stay.
The thought that he might not see Cen Xun for many days made Feng Jihan feel depressed and unable to think any further. He drank one glass after another and unknowingly drank a lot of wine.
I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to leave Cen Xun here alone.
He didn't notice that Cen Xun across from him had stopped drinking a long time ago and was just staring at him deeply with a somewhat cold look.
Feng Jihan rarely drinks, but after a few drinks tonight, he felt a little dizzy. Seeing him propping up his head uncomfortably, Cen Xun went over and touched his forehead: "Are you drunk?"
The slightly cool fingers fell on his forehead, and the strength of the touch was very gentle. Feng Jihan couldn't help but put his face against it to cool down: "Okay, I feel a little dizzy."
Cen Xun was a little too gentle today: "Then let me help you upstairs to rest."
The dizziness came very suddenly. Feng Jihan vaguely felt that something was wrong. He was helped upstairs by Cen Xun. He lost consciousness for a short time and vaguely heard the crisp sound of chains colliding. He thought he was dreaming.
But the voice rang in his ears for a long time, and Feng Jihan's consciousness slowly returned, and he gradually realized that this didn't seem to be a dream.
He opened his eyes, the dizziness beginning to fade away, and he saw the bedroom ceiling.
Then he saw Cen Xun riding on him.
There was a small lamp on the bedside, and the warm light illuminated the person on it.
Warm light and shadow enveloped Cen Xun, giving his profile a soft color, but in contrast, Cen Xun's expression was extremely cold.
Cen Xun lowered his amber eyes and was slowly unbuttoning his chest.
The moment Feng Jihan met his gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what Cen Xun was going to do, but Feng Jihan inexplicably had a bad feeling that made him shudder.
His breathing changed slightly, and he asked Cen Xun hurriedly: "What are you doing?"
"Awake?" Cen Xun said calmly, "I thought the effects of the hallucinogen would last at least an hour, but you woke up in ten minutes."
"This body of yours..." Cen Xun stretched out his finger, touched Feng Jihan's chest, and curled the corners of his lips coldly: "It's unexpectedly tenacious."
Feng Jihan finally realized that there was something wrong with the bottle of wine!
But now he realized that it was too late. Feng Jihan pulled his arms and found that his hands had been handcuffed to the head of the bed. His heart sank. He couldn't react at all to how things turned out like this. He said blankly: "Why did you..."
"Why do you do this?"
Cen Xun seemed distressed and said, "I wasn't very satisfied with the birthday present you prepared for me, so I found a new one for myself."
Could the new gift be referring to him?
Cen Xun finally couldn't stand him anymore, so he planned to knock him down and dismember him?
The moment he realized this, Feng Jihan felt even more sad. In fact, there was no need for Cen Xun to be like this. In a few hours, he would be gone. Cen Xun only needed to endure for a few more hours to wait for him to leave. There was no need to kill him.
Still in bed
"You'll make the bedroom dirty." Feng Jihan said in a muffled voice, "It will be very troublesome to clean up."
Cen Xun seemed a little surprised by Feng Jihan's calm attitude, and glanced at him arrogantly: "Is that all you want to say?"
Besides this, what else could he say? Feng Jihan felt sadder and sadder. He was still thinking about resolving the transfer order and coming back, but Cen Xun had already made murderous intentions towards him. What was he even doing back?
From the moment he received the transfer order, Feng Jihan felt as if a continuous rain was falling in his heart.
He did not resist, but watched Cen Xun tear open his clothes with almost self-abandonment, looking for the most suitable place to cut.
The only strange thing was that Cen Xun didn't have a knife in his hand. His fingers fell on the skin of Feng Jihan's chest, pinching here and touching there, leaving a very strange touch. Feng Jihan's throat rolled involuntarily, and he felt that the pre-swing of Cen Xun's killing was a bit long this time.
"Since you're so well behaved, I'll be gentler later." Cen Xun patted his face, seeming to be very satisfied with his good behavior.
Feng Jihan looked at him sadly and melancholy as he moved his fingers down and unzipped his pants? ?
Feng Jihan: “???” Wait, something seems wrong!
"W-What are you doing?"
Cen Xun tilted his head and uttered words that shocked Feng Jihan immensely: "Fuck you."
Feng Jihan: ""
Feng Jihan: “!!!”
Feng Jihan felt that this matter was extremely absurd. He finally realized that something was wrong. Cen Xun did not want to kill him, but wanted to
No, who on earth taught Cen Xun this? How could Cen Xun think of doing such a thing to him?!
Seeing that Cen Xun was still moving and didn't seem to be joking, he suddenly became more flustered than ever before.
"Wait!" Feng Jihan certainly couldn't let the situation continue to develop. Cen Xun himself didn't know, but Feng Jihan was very clear about Cen Xun's background and the hostile relationship between him and Cen Xun.
Cen Xun asked Feng Jihan to teach him what "love" is but he definitely didn't ask Feng Jihan to have sex with him!
He couldn't let Cen Xun make mistakes again and again when he was completely clueless.
"Can you please calm us down for a while?" Feng Jihan comforted Cen Xun while turning his wrist, trying to find an opportunity to break free.
He has been trained by the Heresy Monitoring Bureau, so this little thing can't trap him.
Cen Xun didn't understand why the man who had been so calm just now suddenly lost his composure and struggled to escape. He frowned, noticing his movements, and shook his head: "You're still not listening."
He got off Feng Jihan, and before Feng Jihan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw him coming back with something in his hand.
"What's this?"
"Sleeping pills," Cen Xun said innocently, "Although they won't really make you sleep, they should be enough to make you dizzy for a while."
"Feng Jihan knew that Cen Xun was really capable of doing this. Seeing Cen Xun approaching him with the bowl of medicine, his face flushed: "I won't drink it!"
"Then be good," Cen Xun reached out and stroked his hair, then smiled, "Be good and you won't have to drink."
"Will you be good?"
Feng Jihan gritted his teeth and said nothing. Cen Xun pinched his chin and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Speak."
What else could Feng Jihan say? Now he had to be obedient even if he didn't want to. He could only nod in humiliation.
Cen Xun sat back on him and continued to take off his clothes. Although he was doing this, there was no emotion in his eyes, but instead a frosty coldness.
Feng Jihan tried to persuade him.
“It’s not right to do this.”
"Can you please stop being like this? If there is anything, let's talk it out."
"Cen Xun, don't you hate me? You hate me so much that you want to kill me. But after doing this kind of thing with me, you don't hate me anymore?"
Cen Xun didn't answer, but his movements stopped.
Feng Jihan felt there was a chance, so he immediately continued to persuade him, appealing to his emotions and reason.
"Hateful?" Cen Xun finally spoke in a deep voice, muttering to himself, "Yes, you are indeed very annoying. So annoying that I wish I could kill you."
Feng Jihan immediately said urgently: "Then let me go, I will immediately..."
"So, I decided to rape you and then kill you."
Cen Xun lowered his eyes to look at him, and actually smiled slightly: "Well, are you satisfied with this way of dying?"
Feng Jihan: ""
Cen Xun leaned down. Although her beautiful face had not yet fully grown, it was already enough to make people dazzled. It was the first time that Feng Jihan looked into Cen Xun's eyes at such a close distance, and his breathing gradually became a little difficult.
Cen Xun's gaze was as real as a substance, passing across his face and landing on his rolling Adam's apple. Feng Jihan suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and just as he was about to speak, Cen Xun had already tilted his head and placed a kiss there.
As if ignited by a flame, a heat instantly spread throughout his body. Feng Jihan only had time to utter a short rejection: "Don't"
"What's wrong?"
Cen Xun was fearless, and when he saw that he was in a panic, he treated him even more maliciously.
A passionate kiss fell on his chest. Feng Jihan reluctantly raised his head to look at Cen Xun, and saw the boy's soft black hair sweeping across his chest, and his bright red lips tracing his skin.
So charming, so bewitching.
In an instant, Feng Jihan's face turned red and he almost lost the strength to resist.
Cen Xun seemed to have noticed something. He lay on his chest, smiled at him meaningfully, and then stretched out his hand.
An unprecedented strange feeling came over him. It is no exaggeration to say that Feng Jihan's entire body was shaken.
"Cen Xun!"
Cen Xun seemed not to notice Feng Jihan's furious eyes. He raised his lips condescendingly and said, "Why are you pretending to be a chaste man? Don't you like it too?"
Feng Jihan's eyes were red. Cen Xun had obviously made up his mind to go his own way, but he absolutely could not go crazy with him.
Without caring about anything else, Feng Jihan immediately began to struggle to break free from the handcuffs. As long as he could break free faster than the sleeping pills took effect, perhaps the situation could still be turned around.
The clanking sound of chains clashing echoed in the room. As expected, Cen Xun became unhappy. He suddenly tightened his fingers: "It's too noisy."
Feng Jihan let out a short guttural sound, and his head, which he had barely held up, became weak, and he fell back covered in cold sweat.
Cen Xun glanced at the chains on Feng Jihan and frowned slightly.
It was also the first time for him to do such a thing, and he was in a hurry. He was worried that Feng Jihan would wake up in the middle of the process, so he tied him up in a hurry and did not plan ahead.
At this moment, Feng Jihan was lying flat on his back with his limbs locked. Cen Xun suddenly realized that in this position, he seemed unable to be number one.
If he rashly untied the restraints on Feng Jihan's legs, given Feng Jihan's amazing physical strength, Cen Xun didn't have the confidence to tie him back up while Feng Jihan was conscious.
Will he be kicked to the ground?
Cen Xun fell into deep thought.
But Feng Jihan was making a lot of noise, and the rattling chains brought a sense of urgency. Cen Xun was worried that Feng Jihan would really break free, so he just wanted to end the battle quickly and simply gave up the idea of being No. 1.
The same goes for sitting on it.
Thinking of this, Cen Xun took decisive action.
Feng Jihan suddenly stopped moving, opened his eyes wide and looked at Cen Xun on his body. Under the warm light from the bedside, everything was visible. Cen Xun did not take off his shirt, his snow-white skin was stained with a little red, and he closed his eyes and breathed softly.
"Don't do this," Feng Jihan struggled to resist the temptation: "You will regret it."
Cen Xun didn't care: "I'm not like you. I never regret my decisions."
He has always been this kind of person. Once he makes a decision, he will never change his mind.
Cen Xun let his body fall downwards, and perhaps because he felt pain, he frowned slightly.
Feng Jihan was driven crazy by Cen Xun. He had never seen anyone more daring than Cen Xun. He did what he said without even thinking about the relationship between them. They were once mortal enemies, destined to be in opposition, but now he did such a thing inexplicably.
Feng Jihan thought about the past and the future, but when Cen Xun came down completely, he couldn't remember anything.
Feng Jihan only knew that everything was over.
Completely, it's over.
Cen Xun gasped tremblingly. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold up his tough attitude anymore, revealing some of the fragility of a teenager: "It hurts."
Feng Jihan wasn't feeling any better either. He stared at Cen Xun, completely unable to explain his feelings. He gritted his teeth and said, "You'll definitely regret this."
Cen Xun stared at him dazedly for a while, then leaned over to kiss him. Feng Jihan turned his face away in resistance and dodged for a moment, but was still kissed.
When the soft touch came over him, a white light seemed to explode in Feng Jihan's mind. He was in a daze and could hardly tell what day it was.
What a strange feeling. It's so strange.
Cen Xun's breath was so close, his skin was pressed tightly against Cen Xun's, and their souls seemed to be pressed together as well. It was painful, but it also seemed to bring some unknown and urgent desire.
They completed their first time in such a confused and bumpy way.
Feng Jihan still hadn't fully recovered until the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
What just happened?
He was tied up and forced to do it by the little devil.
He is not innocent anymore
Why did things turn out like this?
Did he really not drink fake wine?
When Cen Xun came out in a bathrobe, Feng Jihan asked dryly, "Can I go now?"
Cen Xun glanced at him and spoke in a deep voice, his voice still hoarse: "Do you really want to leave?"
Feng Jihan's voice became lower and lower: "This is not right"
"Then what's right?" Cen Xun laughed sarcastically and said something shocking: "You left without saying goodbye, is that right?"
Feng Jihan's pupils suddenly shrank.
"You, you know."
"Why?" Cen Xun looked at him coldly. "Why do you come and go as you please? When I didn't need you, you forced yourself to appear in front of me and I couldn't drive you away. Without my permission, you left a letter and left on your own."
"On my birthday." Cen Xun murmured, "That letter is the birthday gift you left for me, right?"
A subtle pain surged into his heart, and almost instantly, Feng Jihan felt a lump in his throat.
He didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave. Saying goodbye in such a hurry was certainly not the ending he wanted.
Cen Xun sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his face.
"You can leave if you want," Cen Xun said with a sarcastic smile, "When I've finished playing with you, I'll throw your body out."
From this night on, Feng Jihan began his life of being imprisoned by Cen Xun.
Cen Xun was probably really angry about Feng Jihan's behavior of leaving without saying goodbye. He did not allow Feng Jihan to speak out to defend himself, nor did he communicate with Feng Jihan. He only rode him at a fixed time every day and never gave him a good look, as if he really just treated him as a toy to be discarded after playing with him.
Feng Jihan soon couldn't stand this kind of cold violence anymore. After Cen Xun sat on him again one time, he moved hard.
Cen Xun was caught off guard and collapsed on him. Cen Xun was also annoyed. He struggled to stand up and looked at Feng Jihan coldly: "Are you allowed to move?"
Feng Jihan immediately grunted twice and asked Cen Xun to untie the thing in his mouth.
Cen Xun looked down at him for a moment, then finally untied him, frowning impatiently: "You'd better say something I like to hear."
Feng Jihan immediately admitted his mistake: "Brother, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye," Feng Jihan said in a slow voice, "I didn't intend to abandon you. I'm just not sure how long it would take me to come back."
"You don't have a mouth, so you won't discuss it with me?"
"I received the news the day before your birthday. It's your birthday soon, and I don't want to mention anything unpleasant on that day." Feng Jihan was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "And I thought you would really want to see me leave."
From the very beginning, Cen Xun hated Feng Jihan's meddling in his affairs and frequently obstructed his murder plans. He even wanted to kill Feng Jihan as well.
Later, their relationship got better, but Feng Jihan still didn't please Cen Xun. Cen Xun still didn't treat him well and tried his best to get rid of him.
Cen Xun was speechless: "When will I hope?"
Well, in the beginning, even until recently, Cen Xun really wanted to drive Feng Jihan away.
Feng Jihan was so annoying. When he was hunting recklessly in the city, Feng Jihan would jump out to stop him. He kept circling around him, and he couldn't be driven away or killed. He kept squeezing into his life.
It was not until Cen Xun saw the letter he had written in advance and felt a strong anger in his heart that he suddenly realized that Feng Jihan was not an insignificant existence in his life. He could not even imagine what life would be like without Feng Jihan.
Feng Jihan felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke: "In your eyes, I'm just a cook, a nanny, a study companion, a toy to entertain and relieve boredom, a damned annoying guy. A few nights ago, you said you were going to do that to me first and then kill me. Now that I'm gone, shouldn't you be so happy?"
The more he spoke, the sadder he became. Feng Jihan actually shed tears: "Do you think I really want to leave? I'm worried that you won't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes at home, and won't be able to take care of yourself. I'm also afraid that after you find out about this, you'll immediately drive me away and tell me never to come back."
Cen Xun looked at him sullenly. "It's been five years. Even raising a dog can make you develop feelings for it. You're mine. If you wanted to leave, you should have asked for my opinion."
"Yes, you've kept me here now. If you don't let me go, I can't leave!" Feng Jihan asked Cen Xun in great distress, "You're keeping me here because you can't bear to leave me as a person or as a body?"
"Are you questioning me?" Cen Xun laughed angrily. "You were the one who left without saying goodbye. Is this how you admit your mistake?"
It was simply impossible to communicate. Feng Jihan turned his face away with red eyes, and said in self-abandonment: "You can play me to death, you don't care about me at all, you just want my body!"
Cen Xun: "Okay, you said that yourself."
So Cen Xun covered his mouth again and continued.
At night, they lay in separate beds, ignoring each other.
Keeping the hands handcuffed all the time would hinder blood circulation, so when not doing it, Cen Xun would lengthen the chain.
Cen Xun heard the sound of chains behind him and did not move. After a while, an arm wrapped around his waist, and then Feng Jihan hugged him from behind.
In the darkness, Feng Jihan's low and hoarse voice came: "Whether you are doing this for me or for my health, if you say you don't want me to leave, then I won't leave."
Cen Xun said indifferently: "Your legs are on your body, you can leave if you want, I don't care."
"Just say one thing, tell me you don't want me to leave, please." Feng Jihan choked up and said, "If you say that, no matter how difficult it is, I will do my best to come back and stay by your side."
"Why do you want to stay with me?" Cen Xun's voice remained calm. "You said I only treated you as a funny thing, but what about you? You stayed with me, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of you, it was probably just your Saint Father syndrome that was kicking in, keeping an eye on me and preventing me from killing anyone."
"No, no." Feng Jihan hugged him tightly: "I can't bear to leave you. No matter whether you kill people or not, I can't bear to leave you."
"Who can't bear to leave?"
"I can't bear to leave Cen Xun."
Cen Xun finally turned around and looked at him, his eyebrows slightly raised: "You were the first one to say that you couldn't bear to part with me."
Feng Jihan was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Yes, I said it first."
Cen Xun emphasized: "I didn't miss you, it was you who insisted on staying with me."
Feng Jihan: "Yeah, that's right."
It was not until this moment that Feng Jihan slowly realized something incredible.
It turns out that Cen Xun couldn't bear to part with him either?
But Cen Xun seemed a little stubborn and refused to admit it before him?
Feng Jihan: ""
What is this? Is this person so childish?
Feng Jihan asked tentatively: "I really can't bear to leave you, can you please not chase me away?"
Cen Xun got the upper hand and said, "Since you want to stay so badly, I will reluctantly satisfy you."
"He is really just being stubborn."
Feng Jihan decided to test it further: "I stayed because I like you and can't bear to leave you. Then, you kept me because you like me a little bit?"
Cen Xun pondered for a moment: "Does liking your body count as liking it?"
Feng Jihan gritted his teeth: "What if I can't get an erection, will you still like it?"
Cen Xun immediately showed interest and said, "I like it. It doesn't matter if you can't get an erection. I can be the first one."
Feng Jihan almost suffocated.
It would be better if he could lift it.
Cen Xun didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly he started to attack: "You said you like me, so shouldn't you take the initiative to kiss me?"
Feng Jihan hesitated: "It seems so?"
The air was quiet for a while, and Feng Jihan slowly moved over and kissed Cen Xun on the face.
Cen Xun didn't move.
It’s hard to say why, but Feng Jihan’s mood suddenly turned from gloomy to sunny. His Adam’s apple rolled, and then he moved down and kissed Cen Xun’s lips carefully.
That unknown feeling seemed to have finally found a way out. At this moment, Feng Jihan realized the root of all his uneasiness and depression.
He couldn't bear to leave the person in front of him.
He wanted to establish a closer, more stable and unbreakable relationship with this person.
Until death do them part.
Feng Jihan leaned on top of Cen Xun and kissed him shyly. The two young bodies pressed tightly against each other, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise.
By the time Cen Xun realized something was wrong, it was too late.
At some point, Feng Jihan used the chains that bound him to twist Cen Xun's hands, pressed them above his head, and deliberately asked him, "Since I like you, shouldn't I be the one to take the initiative to do this kind of thing?"
Cen Xun opened his eyes wide, everything suddenly out of control. He was a little panicked for once, struggling to run away: "You don't need to do this kind of thing!"
Feng Jihan had been unhappy for a long time.
The first time was too hasty, and he was a novice, so he confessed very quickly, so quickly that Cen Xun laughed at him. Later, Cen Xun was only concerned about his own pleasure. He had been holding it in for so long that he could no longer bear it. This time he could finally take the dominant position. Feng Jihan deliberately held back his energy, wanting to wash away the shame of being laughed at before.
Cen Xun was very calm and composed at the beginning, and even refused to make a sound easily. As his body gradually lost control, he began to threaten Feng Jihan harshly.
Later, I really didn't have the energy to curse, and the cursing turned into unbearable sobs.
How come before he experienced it himself, Cen Xun had no idea that the feeling of taking the initiative was very different from that of lying down? The feeling seemed to suddenly increase hundreds of times, becoming so intense that it was unbearable.
Cen Xun no longer cared about face at this time, he just wanted Feng Jihan to stop quickly.
But he didn't know that the more he collapsed, the more Feng Jihan wanted to bully him.
Feng Jihan felt that he had been with Cen Xun for a long time, and he might have become perverted due to the influence of the environment. Otherwise, after hearing that Cen Xun was made to cry by him, how could he have such an evil idea to make Cen Xun even more confused?
Feelings were deteriorating, and the established relationship had undergone irreversible changes. Feng Jihan clearly felt that everything was out of control.
But Cen Xun was in his arms now, he couldn't think of anything else, he just simply didn't want to let go.
It was not until dawn that Feng Jihan coaxed Cen Xun to untie the chains, and then carried Cen Xun to the bathroom.
After he recovered, Cen Xun felt ashamed and his attitude towards Feng Jihan turned cold again. He completely forbade Feng Jihan to mention what happened that night.
Feng Jihan actively admitted his mistakes and tried to please him, and only then did Cen Xun reluctantly start talking to him.
The Heresy Monitoring Bureau still had to go back. Feng Jihan mentioned this matter to Cen Xun hesitantly. Cen Xun was eager not to see him for a short time and told him to get out of here. He was in such a mess that night that Cen Xun's mind was in a mess.
They all needed to calm down.
"I will be back as soon as possible, brother." Feng Jihan held Cen Xun tightly, feeling a strong reluctance to leave: "When I'm not around, you must eat well, sleep well, don't sneak out to kill people, and don't go out with Tong Ming to fool around."
Cen Xun pushed him away with a dark face: "If you want to leave, just leave. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Feng Jihan hesitated for a long time, but finally left. He looked back every few steps and saw a thin young man standing alone in the garden, looking at him from afar.
Feng Jihan watched the figure getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared, his chest filled with disappointment.
For the first time, Feng Jihan had the concept of "home".
Will Cen Xun miss him? Feng Jihan didn't know. He only knew that the moment he left home, he began to miss Cen Xun.
In order to return to Cen Xun as soon as possible, Feng Jihan immediately mobilized his connections and started working secretly after returning to the Heresy Monitoring Bureau.
Feng Jihan hurried and finally returned to the nightmare world after seven days.
A week had passed, and he had no idea how Cen Xun was doing, whether he was hungry, or whether he missed him. He was full of anticipation and hurried back home. When he opened the door, he saw only an empty room.
It’s late at night, and Cen Xun is not at home?
Where did he go?
Feng Jihan sat in the living room anxiously waiting for Cen Xun to come back, and then he saw Cen Xun covered in blood.
It was raining heavily outside. Cen Xun's raincoat was soaked with water, and the blood splashed on it had been diluted by the heavy rain. He took off his raincoat before entering, calmly changed his shoes and walked in. When he saw Feng Jihan, he paused and said coldly, "You still remember to come back?"
Feng Jihan, however, didn't care about anything else. He rushed over and hugged him impatiently, burying his head in his neck and rubbing it: "I'm back, did you miss me?"
"I didn't think so. It's up to you to reply or not."
Feng Jihan felt his skin and found it cold. He couldn't help but take his hand and warm it up, muttering, "You're going out to kill people on a rainy day. What if you catch a cold? Take off your clothes and take a shower."
Cen Xun was touched by him too enthusiastically and didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he finally spoke, unnaturally: "I'm hungry."
Feng Jihan said helplessly: "Then go take a shower first, and the gold medal chef will cook for you now."
Cen Xun went to take a shower, and when he went downstairs, he stopped at the kitchen door and didn't go in.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Jihan's back.
On the first day Feng Jihan left, he immediately went out and killed ten people.
The day after Feng Jihan left, he killed ten more people.
On the third day after Feng Jihan left, Cen Xun looked at the empty house and suddenly felt very bored.
At the beginning, the feeling of being able to kill people at will was naturally refreshing. No one tried to stop me in every possible way, and everything went very smoothly.
But after killing the man and returning to his dark home, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
It seemed that his heart could no longer be filled with blood and killing.
Especially when Cen Xun thought, what if Feng Jihan never comes back after he leaves?
Fortunately, Feng Jihan came back in time.
Otherwise, Cen Xun would definitely try to see if he could force the Holy Father Feng Jihan to reappear if he killed everyone in the city.
Feng Jihan turned around inadvertently and saw Cen Xun hiding behind the door and peeking at him. When they met each other's eyes, he slowly turned and walked away, leaving him confused.
At the dinner table, Feng Jihan enthusiastically proposed his idea to Cen Xun: "Let's get married."
"Pfft, cough, cough." Cen Xun choked and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost: "What?"
Feng Jihan was a little embarrassed: "I thought about it, we are both like that, I should be responsible for you."
"Responsible?" Cen Xun chewed on the word and sneered, "Should I thank you?"
Feng Jihan didn't know what went wrong and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Cen Xun.
"Just understand, I was the one who came to you first," Cen Xun said as he slowly cut into the steak. "Even if I have to take responsibility, it's me who's responsible for you, understand?"
Feng Jihan immediately looked at him expectantly: "Then will you be responsible for me?"
"No," Cen Xun said maliciously, "Because I want to keep having sex with you for free."
Feng Jihan: ""
"But it's not completely impossible," Cen Xun wiped his mouth elegantly, "If you can serve me well, I'll be happy and maybe I'll consider it."
Feng Jihan: "What do you mean by serving you well?"
Hasn’t he served the little devil well enough?
Cen Xun glanced at him coldly: "At least if I say stop, you must stop immediately."
Ah, Feng Jihan's eyes are wandering, which is a bit difficult.
"Did you hear that?"
"oh."
"Then let's put it to the test now." Cen Xun walked over and sat on Feng Jihan's knees, looking down at him and said, "If you don't obey me, I will tie you back to the bed. Do you understand?"
Feng Jihan's face flushed red, and he didn't even know where to put his hands. Cen Xun looked at him at a loss, snorted, leaned down, and kissed him.
Feng Jihan pestered Cen Xun for a long time and finally coaxed her into marrying him.
When putting the ring on Cen Xun's finger, Feng Jihan had many thoughts in his mind.
Did Cen Xun accept his proposal because she was used to his company or because she fell in love with him?
Can a trapped bird that doesn't know love really teach a monster that doesn't know love? What is love?
Feng Jihan will spend the rest of his life looking for the answer.
The author has something to say:
The extra chapter ends here. We will continue to release welfare extra chapters after the seven-day settlement.
Ahem, next, let me give some closing remarks. This is my first cross-platform novel. During the writing process, there were actually many shortcomings, but I also gained a lot. Thank you to all the little angels for your corrections. I will definitely continue to improve next time! (fist)
I am very grateful to the little angels who have been with me until the end. It makes me very happy every time I see that someone can understand my abstractness and perceive my (rare) humor!
Time flies so fast, and I have finished writing another book in a blink of an eye. I hope the next book can bring you more interesting stories, hehe.
Goodbye New World
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