Kiss the Night (2)

Olivia's mouth dropped open and she crossed her eyebrows, "He's at your house?!"

Shuo Yan didn't react for a moment, let alone respond to Olivia, and only watched in stunned silence as Zhifan Shen stepped through the floor-to-ceiling window that opened sharply next to him.

He came up against the light, and his features were less clear; the setting sun was about to sink into the horizon, and there was only a long shadow in the shadows, and the dusk made the light on the curtains soft and misty.

Shuo Yan was caught off guard.

He lowered his head, his silhouette containing his fluttering eyelashes.

"Sorry, I was waiting, but I couldn't help it when I heard it here."

Shuo Yan was suddenly silent, like a mute, extinguished old lamp, wavering in the sea rain with a little bean fire.

Which Zhifan Shen is this silent, aloof, self-possessed Zhifan Shen?

When he regained his memory and why he knew nothing about it.

Or has he been in disguise?

Olivia doesn't understand Shuo Yan's silence, or his internal stumbles, and her attention to why Zhifan Shen is here has been turned away.

Her beautiful pupils flickered slightly, her lips pursed lightly as she looked at him in disbelief, "What did you just say, what do you mean?"

"Actually, you're not entirely correct," Zhifan Shen said without owing a bow, and though it was a salutation, Olivia felt he had a very scant pride and detachment about him, "I was indeed once Ferdinandia's 'sword'. '."

"You betrayed him?" Olivia felt a rush of emotion, and looked at him silently.

"It wasn't betrayal," Zhifan Shen said, his voice clear and slightly muffled, not half as cozy as it was in front of Olivia and Shuo Yan, "I never did anything for him, but for myself."

"How can I trust you?" Olivia's eyes were still glittering with suspicion and skepticism, she couldn't possibly trust Zhifan Shen that much for good reason, "It's more likely that you're an undercover agent sent by Ferdinandia."

Zhifan Shen suddenly laughed softly, and Olivia frowned.

Shuo Yan's gaze rested somewhat sadly on the youth, his brow furrowed in silence, as if illuminating a deep layer of shade.

" Your Highness Olivia," Zhifan Shen's smile was a bit mocking, "you don't really think you hypnotized me, do you?"

Olivia then also suddenly turned off the fire, although she was a little annoyed in her heart, but she could not help but believe in it three times.

At that time, she sneaked into Zhifan Shen's side, originally of course, in order to strike first, however, her subordinates and hired assassins were just too wasteful, or Zhifan Shen was too strong.

She didn't have any evidence of Zhifan Shen's assassination, she just wanted to bluff Shuo Yan, otherwise she could have done it at that time.

At the time, Olivia also found it strange that the hypnosis was so unexpectedly useful at the end of the road, and since she had the ability to empathize with Zhifan Shen's bewildered state of mind, she didn't suspect anything.

In hindsight, could it be that Zhifan Shen's deceptions are really so watertight that even his heart and emotions can be fooled?

She could only look at Zhifan Shen with a flicker of struggle, trying to see through his unmoving face to his purpose and intentions.

"So now you're trying to tell me," Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly, "that we're a nation?"

Zhifan Shen looked up, "Yes, Your Highness Olivia."

"Show me your sincerity," Olivia said, still looking serious, "and tell me everything you know."

Zhifan Shen paused and shook his head.

Olivia frowns, "And what do you mean by that?"

Zhifan Shen is like a narrow, long shadow, silent and upright, not saying much: "I'm just communicating my position."

Olivia bit her lip, unable for a moment to make up her mind whether or not she should trust Zhifan Shen, but a lot of things were looming.

She glanced at Shuo Yan again and realized that the Lord General's eyes were deep and haunted, and he had been in a state of disorientation.

"Lieutenant General Yan," she called out to the other woman, her voice a bit astringent, "I can trust Zhifan Shen once, but I hope you will live up to my expectations and not renege on my mother's promise to hold up this country."

"Expulsion of Ferdinandia."

Shuo Yan finally raised his eyes and gave her a deep look, "Yes."

Olivia rubbed her brow in frustration, and in the midst of all the uncertainty, she finally chose to trust Shuo Yan, and turned off the video call with a flourish.

The moment the pale blue screen turned off, the room all seemed to dim for a moment, then the light closed in and the mind returned, only to fall into a long silence.

It was Zhifan Shen who finally broke the silence, "I'm sorry General, I don't want you to be embarrassed."

I'm sorry?

Sorry for what, that he'd gotten his memory back a long time ago and it was all a lie, or that he felt sorry for looking at himself in this ridiculously attentive and affectionate way?

Shuo Yan didn't know whether to be angry or feel annoyed in his heart, he looked at him in a complicated way, the corners of his eyebrows were stormy, "When."

His voice was flat as a plateau and a cliff.

When did you get your memory back, or maybe ...... never had amnesia at all?

Zhifan Shen did not dare to meet his eyes, and even the other's voice became a little distant, but it was very clear to understand what he meant.

The north wind howled in his ears as the last flower withered in the snow, a blinding red.

It seemed, he thought, that it was over from the moment he opened his mouth to utter that sentence.

This somewhat dreamy, and not so dreamy, vision of the real.

It struggled and shattered, and he could even smell a hint of rust behind the mirrors, and what smelled like some kind of blood.

But what could he do, he didn't want to make things difficult for Shuo Yan, and he didn't want to lick himself to become a suspicion and suspicion between Shuo Yan and Olivia.

Which is not much better now.

"Not long ago," Zhifan Shen's voice trembled a little, but he hid it so well that no one could hear it, only that the man was terribly calm and taciturn, "I did not lie to you."

His voice was so soft after that, almost a little prayerful, if Shuo Yan would listen carefully.

Unfortunately for Shuo Yan, he wasn't; he was exhaling deeply, keeping himself barely calm.

He didn't know what he was angry about, but he was still a little uptight with anger.

Zhifan Shen to retrieve the memory is not really such a terrible thing, he understood his past, believe that he bare | not leave room for adoration, even if the retrieval of memory, Shuo Yan still feel ...... that is still his Zhifan Shen.

Whether Zhifan Shen is sixteen or twenty-three, it's Zhifan Shen.

He loved them all.

But Zhifan Shen is lying to him.

Why did you lie to him?

He felt a deep sense of confusion and disbelief, and more than anything else, uneasiness.

They were actually in contact before Zhifan Shen lost his memory.

The last communication was a disagreeable one, for Shuo Yan thought that Zhifan Shen was dealing with Ferdinandia, and his sharp-tongued exhortations left Zhifan Shen replying coldly.

-- "It's my business, Lieutenant General Words, and I appreciate everything you've done for, but it's my business."

How did he reply, also so motionless and cold.

-- "It's your decision, but I'm disappointed in you."

He then fell into deep despair, and not like despair, but only into a deep swamp, sinking dazedly, sinking more and more as he struggled.

Zhifan Shen's amnesia is like a message to redeem everything, and he leaves no stone unturned to be nice to him, to approach and kiss, to show affection and tenderness.

Step by step he tried to bring himself closer to him, the cold young man who had grown cold, the unattainable dream.

It was his only chance to renew his old favor, even if it was too old, but it might not be impossible to do so.

He was so full of joy that he even felt he was close.

Like the kisses of not so long ago, beneath a blanket of warm snow, or on a bright afternoon.

They kissed earnestly, like all the lovers in the world lingering with each other, singing every minute of the beauty of love, willing to dabble in every inch of each other's breath.

But suddenly, after a beat, he was back to square one.

He felt cold, his blood melting into the frost, on the verge of congealing his heart, and turning into sharp blades that swung from his limbs into his flesh and blood.

He couldn't help but begin to feel disheartened; if Zhifan Shen was putting on a show, then what was his deep love and effort in Zhifan Shen's eyes?

If Zhifan Shen loved him too, as he had adored him seven years ago, or, alternatively, as he loved him now, there was no need for him to deceive at all.

He likes him so much, he doesn't care about anything.

Was he really as sure as he said he was, no, but he would choose to believe it, to embrace him, to melt him.

It's even because of Olivia that he suddenly opens his mouth and tells him plainly that he got his memory back a long time ago.

So what was the dinner just now, what did that gentle smile, those moving pupils, mean?

It's a disguise under deception, a real show.

Shuo Yan didn't want to think about anything else, he turned his back and didn't want to look at him, feeling only a deep fatigue and loss.

I love him, I can embrace everything about him, comfort his past and support his future.

My future is all about him.

But he may not want to.

My obsession, he may not want it.

Did Zhifan Shen ever have him in his heart, or was the twenty-three year old Zhifan Shen really so cold that she didn't have a trace of love?

"Are you angry, my lord?"

The youth behind him suddenly opened his mouth, in addition to the cold voice, this time directly called another degree of detachment.

It was hard not to think sadly in his mind, was the other man even willing to disguise himself now.

"You go, dinner is over." Shuo Yan turned his back to him in silence, "I want to be alone for now."

Zhifan Shen eyes suddenly something broken, motionless broken, like a flower that bloomed to confluence.

If Shuo Yan were willing to turn around, he would be able to see that his expression was even more scanty and cold, but it was on the verge of shattering.

His beautiful, self-directed dream was shattered, and with it the only bit of tenderness in his heart.

He doesn't want me.

Zhifan Shen was lost in thought, his lips pale and mumbling, but could not make a sound.

He really didn't want me.

Shuo Yan likes that sixteen-year-old Zhifan Shen, so beautiful, naive teenagers, everything is good, so pleasing to anyone who likes.

Not this broken and shadowy shadow.

He was only twenty-three, not pale.

He was so young and handsome on the outside, more dazzling than Sun, but his inner soul had been boiled down to a puddle of old mud by the long years of lonely struggle, which he couldn't even pick up.

Who would like him like that? He doesn't even have to pretend anymore. Shuo Yan has seen it with his own eyes.

He'd recognized him in that underground mech field, in his uniform, watching him from a distance, high above the ground, while he lay hostile as a gargoyle in a cursed hell.

Even if Shuo Yan was kind to him, his former savior, it was still different in the end.

How dare Zhifan Shen approach him.

Every step closer to Shuo Yan was like a knife peeling away his flesh and letting in the light, and every inch of light seemed to tell him.

You see, Shuo Yan is still the same handsome man like an eagle in the sun, your unattainable light, and you.

The distance between them was no longer long galaxies and never-ending roads, but truly, truly, no longer within reach.

Only by hypnotizing myself could I revive a little, so little warmth.

Fake or not.

I'm dying.

It turned out that love in this world was really the most hurtful blade, he thought, he was even shattering his body, being strangled to the heart by this blade, and he couldn't even maintain the last shred of decency.

But he can't die, and he won't.

Who cares even if his soul withers, let alone if he's still standing well.

Shuo Yan looked out in silence at the last glimmer of light in the distant sky, the last of which was about to be swallowed up in the cool night.

The man behind him was slow to move, but his insides stirred.

He couldn't help but turn around, but he was stunned.

The room was dark, but the youth's skin was glowing white, and the owner of that body unbuttoned the shirt in front of him rather gracefully and slowly, a snowy white on his chest piercing his eyes subconsciously as he redirected them.

He heard his heart pounding, overwhelmed and feeling inexplicably exhilarated.

"Please don't turn around," Zhifan Shen's voice was broken and desperate, "or I will stop this underhanded behavior immediately."

But he couldn't hear the signals of distress in it, he only felt that it didn't look like a plea from the other side, only like a statement and seduction with little emotion.

His voice surrounded his ears, but he could barely hear it.

His ears buzzed with the thought, and all he heard was the sound of a zipper that stung in the silence of the room.

He obviously couldn't see anything, but his voice was starting to heat up and his mouth was dry.

Soon the other man hugged him from behind, and he could feel the other man's □□ chest, and warm breath, slowly erupting on the back of his neck.

Like a prairie fire.

The last light in the distance melted completely into the darkness, it was night, the clouds were so deep that there was not a single star in the sky.

It's as if all ugliness will do what it wants.

What he's doing and what I'm doing.

Shuo Yan thought blankly, but could think of nothing else.

Everything was imaginary, only the one skin behind him was hot and real.

"What you want from me."

His words couldn't help but be cold, and if he didn't keep them that way, he'd go crazy right now, kissing over every inch of the other man's skin before tearing him apart and swallowing him piece by piece.

Zhifan Shen couldn't help but shudder, even the palm of his hand that was probing into the hem of the other party's sweater paused.

He didn't want anything, he just wanted one last bit of warmth.

He had nothing left, and the most ridiculous thing was that all that was left was this passable skin, if only he could confuse something.

"I want you to kiss me. ...... Mmm. ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Shuo Yan turned his head back, broke his chin, and sealed his lips hard.

"...... I kind of hate you."

Shuo Yan grits his teeth and tells him in between kisses, heavy gasps filling the night.

He couldn't see the melancholy eyes of the youth in the darkness, only that the other man was unthinkingly caressing his body, inch by inch, his fingertips beating against his chest.

Ambiguity and lust and annoyance consumed him on a night like this.

He sighed in silence, then scooped the youth up in a cross body.

It was his room, and it didn't take a ray of light to know where the soft, wide bed was.