Chapter 55 Cause and Effect
“!!!!”
Seeing this, Lu Yan's pupils shrank, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Although the hands on his neck were only clenched, the feeling of suffocation and oppression was still transmitted to him.
He didn't understand why Yu Zechuan did this, but the experience gained from countless deaths told Lu Yan that he must remain calm at this time and must not provoke the other party.
"Mr. Yu..."
Lu Yan was so nervous that his throat was constricted and his voice was no longer as clear as before. He lowered his eyes and stared at the hands on his neck. He even breathed more slowly, fearing that he might disturb something:
"Let go first, we can talk it out."
But Yu Zechuan still didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and stared at Lu Yan. Shadows intertwined under his long eyelashes, as deep and unfathomable as a cold pond. The breath of death invaded his whole body:
"Lu Yan, have you ever lied to me?"
“…”
Lu Yan now finally knew what it felt like to be a guilty thief. If he said he had lied, he would surely die. But if he said he had not lied, it seemed too fake. After all, Yu Zechuan would not strangle him for no reason. He must have known something.
But Lu Yan was even more confused. He had never done anything wrong in his life. How could Yu Zechuan know that?
Could it be that...
Lu Yan suddenly remembered that guess and felt a little doubtful. He looked up at Yu Zechuan, not wanting to miss any of his expressions. He asked nervously, word by word, "You're back, right?"
Because of the dramatic emotional ups and downs, the heart rate begins to gradually accelerate.
"Yu Zechuan, you are back, right?"
Is the other person Yu Zechuan from the first life, Yu Zechuan from the second life, or Yu Zechuan from the third life? !
He is pinching his own neck now. Does he love himself or hate himself?
Lu Yan suddenly felt that he was having difficulty breathing. He had already been defeated three times. He originally thought that his life was not in danger in this life, but he was still careless:
"Yu Zechuan, whether you believe it or not, I have never hurt you."
"Although my name is Lu Yan, I am different from the original Lu Yan. I am not him, and he is not me."
"Nothing has happened in this life yet. You can still continue to be your rich young master. If you kill me, your hands will be stained with blood again, and you will go to jail sooner or later..."
Lu Yan said a lot of things, his mind was in a mess. After an unknown amount of time, a light laugh suddenly came from above his head, breaking the tense atmosphere:
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Yu Zechuan's eyes seemed to have regained clarity. He sat astride Lu Yan's waist and abdomen, and the hands that were pinching his neck changed to supporting his sides. He lowered his head and kissed Lu Yan, with the corners of his lips slightly raised: "I was just scaring you for fun."
His lips were cold, moist and soft to the touch. The tip of his tongue gently licked the wound on the corner of Lu Yan's mouth left by the kiss, which inexplicably reminded people of the poisonous snakes roaming in the jungle, which would give you a fatal blow unexpectedly.
Lu Yan's expression changed slightly when he heard this: "Are you kidding?"
"uh-huh."
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "I saw that you were sleeping so soundly, I just wanted to scare you."
He finished speaking with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "But what were you talking about just now? What did you say you never hurt me? What about going to jail? I didn't understand a word you said."
Lu Yan held his breath in his chest, his face turned pale: "..."
Damn, he didn’t find it funny at all, he was almost scared to death just now!!!
"It's okay if you don't understand."
Lu Yan was rarely angry. He turned over and pushed Yu Zechuan off his body. Then he covered himself with the quilt and hid his head, looking as if he was "isolating himself".
Yu Zechuan fell to the side of the bed, not angry at all. He put his hands behind his back and kicked Lu Yan through the quilt: "You are not angry anymore, are you?"
I'm more than angry, I'm almost mad to death!
Yu Zechuan tilted his head: "You haven't told me what those nonsense words you just said mean?"
Lu Yan spat out two words in a bad mood through the quilt: "Dream talk!"
Yu Zechuan kicked him again: "Get out of the quilt first, I can't hear you talking."
Lu Yan was angry, so how could he listen to him? Not only did he not come out, but he wrapped the quilt tighter around him: "Forget it if you can't hear me, let's sleep in separate beds today."
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows coldly, suspecting that he had heard wrongly: "What did you say?"
Lu Yan was so bold that he even dared to sleep in a separate bed from him and refused to admit it after having sex. Who taught him to behave like a scumbag?
Even though Yu Zechuan was pressed down on the bed by Lu Yan and rolled around, his fighting power was still off the charts. With a gloomy face, he stretched out his hand to pull back the quilt, ready to teach Lu Yan a lesson. However, he did not expect his vision to be suddenly reversed, and he was caught off guard and pinned down by the opponent.
Yu Zechuan exclaimed in shock: "Lu Yan, you!"
Lu Yan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't look angry at all. He grabbed Yu Zechuan's wrists, one on each side, and pinned them above his head, saying in an ambiguous way, "You're still quite strong. You were just lying to me when you shouted that you couldn't do it anymore."
Yu Zechuan's fair and cold face immediately turned red with embarrassment: "Let go!"
"No."
Lu Yan lowered his head and kissed Yu Zechuan on the right cheek. There used to be a scar there, so his kiss was particularly gentle:
"Don't scare me like this next time. I'm not good at it. If I scare you to death, won't you be a widow forever?"
Sweet words don't cost money, and saying a few more won't cost you anything.
"I can't bear to leave you alone."
Yu Zechuan's ears went numb and his body went limp. He didn't even have the strength to struggle. When Lu Yan leaned over to press on him, he could only utter two words with difficulty: "Asshole!"
Lu Yan did not feel ashamed, but proud: "That was only a mistake for you."
However, despite saying so, Lu Yan was still frightened in the following days. Every night when he woke up, he either saw a pair of hands strangling his neck or a knife against his throat. Yu Zechuan seemed to be possessed by a ghost. Afterwards, he looked confused and had no idea what had happened.
Lu Yan was in mixed feelings and for a moment wondered whether he needed to go to the temple to worship.
#Mom, it’s so hard to date a mentally ill person#
Yu Zechuan had to go out in the morning. Lu Yan directly searched for nearby temples on his mobile phone and reserved two tickets online. He planned to go to worship Buddha with Yu Zechuan in the afternoon. He had to worship Buddha. He couldn't go on like this.
The system suddenly appeared at this moment. The cold, inorganic voice did not have any human emotions, only ridicule and sarcasm that had been learned to perfection:
[Today is the last day of the mission, you are not still thinking about living your life, are you? ]
Upon hearing this, Lu Yan paused his fingertips that were tapping on the screen and subconsciously looked at the time. He then realized that it was already the end of the month. As long as he got through today, his task would be completed.
“…”
Lu Yan frowned and put away his phone: "After I leave, will they repeat the same mistakes?"
【God knows.】
The black body of the system floated up and down on Lu Yanzhou's body. The sound of the electric current was a little harsh. It was good at bringing pain to people, so naturally it said whatever was heartbreaking:
[Maybe after you left, Yu Zechuan felt lonely and fell in love with Jiang Boyun again? ]
[Or maybe Jiang Boyun regained his trust and sent Yu Zechuan to prison again? ]
[Host No. 603, your mission is just to survive, not to change the fate of others]
[Of course, you can’t change it. ]
The system's low tone was like a spell, drilling into my mind one after another, making me wonder if my fate would really return to the starting point.
Lu Yan lowered his eyes after hearing this, and it was unknown what he was thinking. After a moment, he suddenly turned around and walked into the kitchen, and took out a sharp, short bone-cutting knife. He carefully wrapped the blade with a towel, then stuffed it into his sleeve, and put on a black coat, looking like he was going out.
The system was somewhat dissatisfied with Lu Yan's calm attitude. It thought that he should be angry and frightened: [Where are you going? ]
Lu Yan paused when he heard this and turned to look at it. The handsome face that always pretended to be obedient finally took off its disguise and revealed a smile that could be called evil, which made people extremely uneasy:
"Murder."
Anyway, he will be leaving on his last day, so he might as well kill Jiang Boyun, the biggest hidden danger, before he leaves.
After going through so many things, Lu Yan was no longer the blank slate that had never seen blood. He held the knife in his sleeve tightly through his clothes and said with a curled lip: "Only when Jiang Boyun dies can I be completely relieved."
He was not worried at all that Yu Zechuan would be deceived by the other party again. He was just worried that Jiang Boyun would destroy everything that was stable now.
In fact, Lu Yan has been looking for private detectives to secretly monitor Jiang Boyun's movements. Although he could not find out too many details, he knew that Jiang Boyun had sold his car and house and was now living in a cheap residential building, living a miserable life.
Lu Yan drove to the residential building. Since it was his last day in this world, he did not bother to hide his identity. He just put on a baseball cap, put his hands in his pockets, walked through the bustling crowd, and went all the way upstairs.
The building where Jiang Boyun lived was really dilapidated. It didn't even have an elevator. There were only a few people living there anymore. The walls would shake down if you made any loud footsteps.
Lu Yan didn't want to alert the enemy, so he walked very quietly. However, when he reached the building where Jiang Boyun was, he suddenly heard a series of crackling sounds coming from inside, and he stopped unconsciously.
This building is about 40 years old. It has a stainless steel security door with railings on the outside and a mahogany door on the inside. At this moment, the security door is closed and the mahogany door is half open. Lu Yan slightly concealed his figure and saw a person lying on the ground through the half-open gap.
Jiang Boyun?
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes, and for a moment he had a hard time connecting the man with the elegant manners he had seen before. Jiang Boyun was wearing the cheapest T-shirt, with a scruffy beard that he hadn't shaved for days. He looked ten years older, and his right leg was in a white plaster cast, as if he was lame.
"Please let me go, please let me go, I really have no money!"
Jiang Boyun knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, and kowtowed to the man sitting on the sofa opposite him: "Zechuan, please help me this time because of our previous acquaintance. You can pay back the money for me, and I can do whatever you want!"
Lu Yan's sharp ears caught a familiar name and he was startled.
"You can hit me, you can scold me, I only have one leg left. If they break my other leg, I won't be able to live like this!"
Three or four bodyguards in black suits were crammed into the small rental house. Two men were sitting on the only sofa in the living room. One was the loan shark Brother Hong, and the other was Yu Zechuan.
Yu Zechuan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his head lazily supported by his left hand, and a cigarette tucked into his right hand. On the one hand, he was satisfied with Jiang Boyun's pain, and on the other hand, he was disgusted by Jiang Boyun's crying, so his eyelids drooped, and he didn't give her a glance from beginning to end.
He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke silently, as if he wanted to expel the hatred in his heart.
Brother Hong glanced at Yu Zechuan and said, "Mr. Yu, this guy owes me three million. If you are kind enough to help him pay off the debt today, I will leave immediately. If you don't help him..."
Brother Hong glared at Jiang Boyun fiercely and said, "Then break one of his legs and make it an accident. The insurance will cover a lot of damages!"
Jiang Boyun panicked immediately after hearing this. He didn't care about the leg that had just been broken. He rolled and crawled to Yu Zechuan's side, stretched out his hand and grabbed his suit trouser leg and said: "Zechuan! Zechuan! Save me, save me! I was blinded by greed and embezzled public funds. Please help me for the sake of our university. It's only three million. You can save me by just giving me a little help!"
Yu Zechuan raised his eyes, and the bodyguard beside him immediately understood and stepped forward, kicking Jiang Boyun to the ground.
A piece of cigarette ash fell from Yu Zechuan's fingertips, and was blown away by the wind in a moment. He changed his sitting posture and looked at Jiang Boyun leisurely: "I will pay you back, what will you give me in return?"
Jiang Boyun was so dizzy from the kick, but when he heard Yu Zechuan's words soften, his eyes lit up: "As long as you help me pay off my debts, you can ask me to do anything, you can beat me or scold me! I don't have a single complaint!"
Yu Zechuan smiled: "What if I want to stab you, would you be willing?"
Jiang Boyun froze when he heard that, and then he looked at the tea table, where a fruit knife was quietly placed. He thought he had no deep hatred with Yu Zechuan, but the other party beat him to death without leaving any mercy. During this period of time, the loan sharks were chasing him every day, and he was almost crazy.
If Jiang Boyun had not been afraid that those loan sharks would harass Jiang's mother after his death, he might have jumped off the building to free himself.
Jiang Boyun made up his mind and said one word with a fierce look on his face: "Okay!"
He crawled in front of Yu Zechuan, his eyes bloodshot: "Yu Zechuan, I know you are a man of your words. As long as you are willing to help me pay off my debts, I will stab you ten times!"
Yu Zechuan raised his eyes calmly: "Really?"
He put out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, then picked up the fruit knife on the table and tapped Jiang Boyun's throat twice. He asked with interest, "Is it okay if I stab here?"
Jiang Boyun's Adam's apple was tense and rolling, and he was already feeling a little regretful, but on his left was the loan shark, and on his right was Yu Zechuan. It was like a wolf in front and a tiger behind. He could neither say "yes" nor "no".
Lu Yan was standing at the door, and his heart tightened when he saw this. How could Yu Zechuan be involved with Jiang Boyun for no reason? If the other party really killed someone, it would be a big deal.
He subconsciously wanted to rush in, but suddenly realized that the timing was not right, so he took his steps back, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yu Zechuan.
"bite!"
A clear and special prompt sound caught Yu Zechuan's attention. He took out his mobile phone and scanned the screen. He didn't know what he saw. He frowned and put the phone back into his pocket.
Brother Hong asked, "Mr. Yu, what do you think? Are you going to pick this guy up or not?"
Yu Zechuan held the knife and swirled it around his fingertips: "That depends on whether he has the courage to take my blow."
Brother Hong smiled grimly, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth, one of which was inlaid with gold. "Mr. Yu looks gentle and refined, but I didn't expect him to be more hard-hearted than us. Mr. Jiang, you should be more sensible. It's rare to find someone to help you pay back the money. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again."
When Jiang Boyun saw Brother Hong, he couldn't help but shudder. In an instant, even Yu Zechuan looked kind. He hurriedly grabbed Yu Zechuan's trousers and begged anxiously: "Zechuan! President Yu! Stab me with a knife, no matter where you stab me, I will definitely not dodge. As long as you keep me alive, I still have a mother to support!"
"Mr. Yu, please save——"
A cold light flashed before his eyes unexpectedly, and Jiang Boyun's voice stopped abruptly.
I felt a warm liquid flowing on my eyelids, as if something sticky was dripping down, followed by a stinging pain.
He raised his hand in disbelief and found a cut on his face caused by the blade.
Jiang Boyun was shocked and surprised: "Yu Zechuan, you..."
Yu Zechuan's collar and chin were smeared with blood. He handed the knife in his hand to the bodyguard and wiped his chin with a handkerchief expressionlessly. This simple action frightened Jiang Boyun so much that he stepped back in panic: "You...what on earth do you want to do?!"
Yu Zechuan stood up from the sofa, and for some reason he suddenly felt uninterested. He looked down at Jiang Boyun with a sharp and cold gaze, and said something that Jiang Boyun could not understand:
"You owe me this..."
Jiang Boyun will have to live with this disfigured face and broken leg for the rest of his life. Suffering will always follow him, and that one blow has severed all cause and effect.
Yu Zechuan turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't know what he remembered, so he paused and said calmly, "I can pay for the three million he owes, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have to pay it back. Do you understand?"
Brother Hong immediately understood and stood up: "Boss Yu, don't worry, I will give him some time, whether it's ten years or twenty years, even if he has to pay me a hundred yuan a month, he has to fill this hole for me!"
Yu Zechuan said nothing more and led his people out of the small house. The corridor was empty, with only turtle-cracked lines spreading across the mottled wall, just like their intertwined destinies.
I couldn't explain why, but I suddenly felt lost.
Seeing that Yu Zechuan didn't move, the bodyguard called him tentatively: "Mr. Yu?"
Yu Zechuan came back to his senses: "What time is it now?"
The bodyguard checked the time: "It's three o'clock in the afternoon."
Yu Zechuan walked downstairs: "I'll drive back by myself, you don't have to follow me."
Yu Zechuan drove away, but he did not go home directly. Instead, he drove to the gate of a nearby Buddhist temple that was very popular. He parked the car and saw pilgrims coming and going all around him. The smoke was curling up, and the scent of sandalwood was everywhere.
He didn't know why Lu Yan sent a message to ask him to come here, but he still walked in, looking around in front of the copper incense burner in the middle of the hall, and finally saw that familiar figure.
Lu Yan was playing with fortune sticks in front of an old monk's stall. He picked up the fortune stick tube and shook it twice, and a stick fell out of it: "Master, can you help me see what this stick means?"
The old monk looked like a liar. His eyelids drooped, his eyebrows were white, and there were only a few hairs left. "Fifty for the fortune, one hundred for the amulet."
Lu Yan's eyelids jumped when he heard this: "Are you fucking stealing money?"
The old monk lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. The wrinkles on his skin looked like old bark, yet very shiny. "It's okay if you don't understand. This is a bad fortune. If you encounter any disaster, you should take good care of yourself."
Lu Yan choked: "You..."
Before he could get angry, two hundred-dollar bills suddenly appeared on the table, and a familiar voice rang in his ears: "Interpret the fortune, and buy another amulet."
Lu Yan turned around and saw Yu Zechuan: "Why did you give money to this old liar?"
Yu Zechuan secretly felt that the old monk's words were too offensive, and it also involved Lu Yan. Even though he knew it was fake, he couldn't help but care about it: "Spend money to get rid of the disaster. You have come to such a place, it would be wrong not to spend some money. Let him solve it."
The old monk took the money and then picked up the stick and looked at it carefully. He said nothing, shook his head and said, "Bad luck."
Lu Yan: "I know it's a bad fortune, but you should solve it."
The old monk took out a yellow paper talisman from the drawer, hanging it with a red string. It was quite simple and quaint. "There is no easy explanation. Six lifetimes of hardship, six lifetimes of no good ending. Being betrayed, hated, resented, and harmed. Isn't that the bitterness of life? Just bear with it."
"Put this yellow talisman behind your phone case. It will bring you promotion and wealth."
Lu Yan subconsciously reached out to take it, but the old monk turned his hand and handed it directly to Yu Zechuan, saying calmly, "He drew the lot, but you paid the money. The cause is his, but the result is yours."
"This talisman belongs to you."
Lu Yan was startled when he heard this, and Yu Zechuan was also stunned for a moment. He subconsciously reached out to take the yellow talisman and rubbed it slowly with his fingertips: "You mean, the fortune you just interpreted is also mine?"
The old monk laughed and said, "Of course the money you paid is yours."
Lu Yan frowned, thinking what the hell was going on. It would have been fine if he had just gotten a bad fortune, but this old liar had to drag Yu Zechuan into this as well: "Old monk, we've already paid, so you have to say something nice to coax us, right?"
Old monk: "That's another price."
Lu Yan groaned: "You still say you are not a liar..."
"never mind."
Yu Zechuan suddenly grabbed Lu Yan's hand and pulled him towards the palace. As he walked up the stairs, he said, "You want me to worship Buddha, but why are you still arguing with him when you know he's a liar?"
Boss Lu Yan was not happy: "You gave him 200 yuan and he hasn't given you the change yet."
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows, wondering why Lu Yan was always so stingy. Someone who didn't know would think that he didn't give him any money. "It's fine if you sting my grandpa, but why do you still sting in the temple?"
Lu Yan: "Where am I getting the benefits? I'm keeping the money within the family."
Neither of them understood Buddhism, nor did they know what kind of Buddha was enshrined in the temple. After entering the temple, each of them found a cushion and knelt down. They spent twenty yuan to buy two incense sticks and lit them. White mist rose up, making the golden Buddha statue look taller and more mysterious, looking down at all living beings.
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes, looking pious. The blood stains on his collar had begun to darken, but the bloody smell lingered at the tip of his nose and refused to dissipate: "Why did you suddenly ask me to come here to worship Buddha today?"
Lu Yan also held incense, and the boning knife hidden in his sleeve made him feel uncomfortable: "There have been ghosts haunting my house recently, so I came here to pray."
Yu Zechuan curled his lips slightly when he heard this, as if he knew what Lu Yan was referring to, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Don't worry, the ghost has already left."
He bowed three times to the Buddha statue earnestly, as if making a wish. After a moment, he raised his head and said, "I don't know what happened recently. I always have dreams. When I dream, I tend to do strange things. I won't do that anymore in the future."
Lu Yan looked at him in confusion: "Why?"
Yu Zechuan: "I have solved a problem that was bothering me, so I won't have dreams anymore."
He lowered his eyes after he finished speaking, arranged the incense sticks in his hand, then stood up from the cushion and inserted them into the incense burner.
Lu Yan glanced at the dark bloodstain on the collar of Yu Zechuan's shirt, pretending not to know. He also bowed three times to the Buddha statue earnestly, then stood up and lit incense: "I heard that making wishes in this temple is very effective. Did you make any wishes?"
Yu Zechuan asked back: "What wish did you make?"
Lu Yan: "I promise you to be a little more obedient when you sleep at night, don't play with knives, don't strangle me, otherwise I would have died twice in your hands."
Yu Zechuan's eyes flashed with confusion at the right moment: "But I really don't remember."
Lu Yan saw the confusion in Yu Zechuan's eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was just possessed by a ghost and did not come back to life like himself: "Then just think of it as you sleepwalking."
After they finished worshipping the Buddha, they walked out of the temple together. The Bodhi tree in the courtyard had already blossomed, as if it had produced a cause and effect. The tree cast a deep shadow against the red temple wall, welcoming the pilgrims coming and going.
When he was about to leave, Lu Yan suddenly asked as if he remembered something: "By the way, you haven't told me what wish you made yet?"
Yu Zechuan was originally opening the car door, but when he heard this, he paused and looked at him, "I've been screwed by you in my life. I hope I can do more good deeds in the future and find a boyfriend who is diligent, generous and simple in my next life."
Lu Yan smiled and said, "That won't work. Hardworking and simple people are not as sweet-talking as me. What will you do if you get angry and no one comforts you?"
"Then don't coax me."
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows coldly, very principled.
When they drove home, it was already dark, and before they entered the house, they heard a series of "meows". Yu Zechuan was changing his shoes at the entrance when he saw a figure suddenly appear in the corner and circle around his feet. It was the cow cat he had adopted in the bushes.
Last week, Yu Zechuan bought all the supplies for raising a cat and took the cat home from the hospital. Although the cat is still thin, it is in good spirits.
Lu Yan asked: "Is it hungry?"
Yu Zechuan bent down and held the cat in his arms, stroking it twice: "No, it's just being coquettish."
Lu Yan shook his head, thinking that fate was a magical thing. Yu Zechuan hated this cat to death in his previous life, but he loved it so much in this life. He threw his coat on the sofa and turned into the bathroom: "I'll take a shower first and go out for dinner later."
Yu Zechuan sat on the carpet and unpacked a package. He originally had no such hobby, but after getting a cat, he seemed to have more stuff: "Should we give the cat a name?"
Lu Yan was happy. He remembered the name that Yu Zechuan had complained about in his previous life, saying, "Then let's call it Baisui. May you live a hundred years longer. It's very auspicious."
Yu Zechuan frowned and glanced at him: "Vulgar."
Lu Yan: "The most vulgar is the most elegant. If you think it is vulgar, choose another one."
He closed the bathroom door and went to take a shower. Yu Zechuan opened one of the packages, took out the custom-made cat collar and put it on the cat. There was a small golden tag hanging underneath it with his phone number and home address on the front, in case the cat got lost and couldn't be found.
The cat was a little uncomfortable and called out softly: "Meow~~"
Yu Zechuan stroked its back and said, "Dear, this cat sign is so pretty."
The cat flipped over and the small gold medal hanging under its neck accidentally turned over. Under the light of the crystal lamp above its head, only two small words were engraved on it:
One hundred years old.
Yu Zechuan stretched out his hand and stroked the back of its neck, his lips curled slightly: "Bai Sui, you also think this name is vulgar, right?"
"Meow~"
When Lu Yan came out of the shower, he saw Yu Zechuan sitting on the floor playing with a cat. He wiped his hair, leaned over and sat next to him, and deliberately said, "Hey, I've been dreaming these past two days."
Yu Zechuan took the time to look at him: "What dream?"
Lu Yan pushed the coquettish cat aside without leaving a trace: "I dreamed that you hated cats in your last life, the kind that made you feel annoyed just by looking at them. I didn't expect that you like them quite a lot in this life. It seems that dreams are the opposite of what they actually are."
Yu Zechuan said nothing after hearing this. He leaned sideways and lazily rested his head on Lu Yan's legs: "Really?"
He was absent-minded and didn't seem to care about it. He stretched out his hand and hooked his fingertips at Lu Yan, motioning him to come closer: "Lower your head, I have something to say to you."
Lu Yan lowered his head and asked, "What?"
Yu Zechuan leaned close to his ear, curled his lips slightly, and asked in a whispering tone, "Lu Yan, do you look like that cat?"
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a warm and wet kiss fell on his lips, so gentle, so deep, and so suffocating.
He hated him just as much in his last life.
I still love you the same all my life...
In Jingtan Temple, Yu Zechuan made a wish in front of the Buddha, clasping his hands together gently with an unprecedented piety. He counted the blood he had stained and the sins he had endured:
Gods and Buddhas,
If he is destined not to be forgiven,
If he does not have a good ending in every life,
Then please,
Let me meet him and fall in love with him in every life.
I saw him and thought of life.
I saw him and thought of death.
I died with him.
But I hope to live with him...
Will I be able to meet him again in the next reincarnation?
"Lu Yan,"
Yu Zechuan bit the man's ear and told him the secret that had long been no longer a secret.
"I love you……"
Love and hate, hate and love.
Lu Yan was lying on the carpet. Hearing the words, he hugged the body in his arms subconsciously, his heart pounding. He stared at the ceiling above. The crystal light made him dizzy after staring at it for a long time, but the black, beating heart was so clear.
Lu Yan stroked Yu Zechuan's back, lazily but tenderly: "How much do you love me?"
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes and buried his head in his neck, his tone was low and sick: "I can live with you, or I can die with you..."
Lu Yan: "What if I die today?"
Yu Zechuan chuckled. He held Lu Yan's fingertips tightly and said, "How great! We are together."
Lu Yan tilted his head and kissed him: "How silly! I won't die."
He said, "I will live a hundred years with you."
The black heart slowly turned in the air, and finally disappeared like a ripple. It had just made a deal with the host, and the reward was quite generous, so it didn't care about the short 100 years that the other party wanted.
The heater was on in the room, and white mist was floating on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Why is it so noisy outside?
It’s raining…
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