Confessing from before? What kind of confession?
The moment Shen Mingjin heard Xu Duwan’s drunken ramblings, his mind went blank, as if a telegram had been cut off.
He was absolutely certain that he had never heard Xu Duwan confess his feelings to him.
So why is the other person bringing up “the previous confession” again?
Could it be that Xu Duwan was drunk and mistook him for his former crush?
Thinking of this, Shen Mingjin’s gaze darkened. He lowered his head and glanced at Xu Duwan, who was lying on the table, secretly waiting for his reaction. After a long while, he tentatively asked:
“Are you drunk?”
“I’m drunk?” Xu Duwan was stunned for a moment. His brain, slightly dizzy from being soaked in alcohol, struggled to function for a while before he reluctantly nodded and said:
“Okay, I was drunk.”
Since Shen Mingjin said he was drunk, then he must be drunk.
Even though he was not fully conscious, Xu Duwan still instinctively believed Shen Mingjin’s words.
Shen Mingjin choked: “…….”
He stared at Xu Duwan’s flushed cheeks and dazed, wandering eyes. After a long while, whether he believed Xu Duwan’s drunken ramblings or not, he stepped forward, bent down, and picked him up, saying in an ambiguous tone:
“Stop eating. If you drink too much and eat too much, you’ll feel like throwing up again later.”
He didn’t ask Xu Duwan who he thought he was, perhaps because he didn’t dare to ask, or perhaps because he didn’t want to ask.
Xu Duwan obediently put his arm around Shen Mingjin’s shoulder, and as Shen Mingjin placed him on the bed, he quietly buried his face in Shen Mingjin’s neck and took a deep breath:
“……..”
He looked like a puppy craving a meaty bone, wanting to hold onto it and never let go.
Seeing this, Shen Mingjin, for some reason, slowly reached out and touched his neck, as if to comfort him, or perhaps to show affection:
“Go to sleep.”
“Sleep with me.”
Xu Duwan wrapped his legs around Shen Mingjin’s waist and rubbed his soft black hair against Shen Mingjin’s chin:
“Like before.”
Shen Mingjin’s pupils trembled slightly:
“…….”
What do you mean by “like before”?
Did I sleep with him before?
No way…
In a fleeting moment, countless thoughts raced through Shen Mingjin’s mind.
He prided himself on his self-control. Although Xu Duwan was quite beautiful, he wouldn’t just sleep with anyone unless…
Shen Mingjin looked down at Xu Duwan’s half-closed eyes and long, dark eyelashes, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and he fell into a long period of entanglement.
If it were Xu Duwan, it wouldn’t be so bad if he couldn’t control himself…
Seeing that Shen Mingjin was stiff and wouldn’t hug him, Xu Duwan nudged Shen Mingjin’s shoulder with his forehead, like a pampered ragdoll cat, and pleaded:
“Hold me…”
Upon hearing this, Shen Mingjin’s inner turmoil vanished. He sighed, covered the leftovers with an empty plate, turned off the light, and returned to bed to embrace Xu Duwan.
Xu Duwan squinted his eyes with satisfaction, hugged Shen Mingjin’s waist, and even in his sleep he was restless, like a little animal afraid of the cold, he kept snuggling into Shen Mingjin’s arms.
Shen Mingjin didn’t sleep well all night because of him. He had a series of chaotic dreams in his hazy state. One moment he dreamed of a boy whose face he couldn’t see clearly, and the next he dreamed of Xu Duwan. At the end of the dream, he inexplicably came to a sea. The salty seawater was over his head. The suffocating feeling in the dream forced him to raise his head. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Xu Duwan lying on his chest, pressing him down tightly.
Shen Mingjin blinked his blurry eyes, clutched his throbbing head, and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
What a lousy dream.
He straightened up and ruthlessly pulled Xu Duwan, who had given him nightmares all night, out of his arms, and got out of bed to wash up.
Xu Duwan did not wake up until he finished washing his face and came out of the toilet.
Shen Mingjin had a headache, so he ignored him, dressed himself in front of the mirror, and then went out.
As soon as he closed the door, Xu Duwan, who had been fast asleep, opened his eyes, his gaze clear.
He blinked, the scene he had just witnessed flashing through his mind, a hint of doubt rising in his heart—
When did Shen Mingjin get so many wounds on his lower back?
…
Shen Mingjin did manual labor at the food stall. By the time he returned to the dormitory with a sore back, Xu Duwan had already packed up and left.
Looking at the empty bed and the messy blankets, Shen Mingjin belatedly realized a fact—
The wealthy and willful young master Xu didn’t even make his bed properly.
Shen Mingjin was both angry and amused, and inexplicably had the feeling of being taken advantage of.
He shook his head, banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind. He clumsily folded the quilt, then suddenly remembered the money his boss had given him last night. He sat up abruptly and searched the room, finally finding the stack of money in the cabinet.
They were neatly wrapped in paper and lay quietly in the cupboard, indicating that their owner had no intention of taking them away.
…Perhaps they simply don’t care about such a small amount of money?
Shen Mingjin’s expression gradually became subtle. After pondering for a while, he couldn’t quite understand what Xu Duwan meant to him.
Is he trying to keep him as a sugar daddy/sugar baby? Or is he just using him as a substitute?
Since losing his memory, he has rarely thought about anything particularly complicated, especially things related to the past, because thinking about them would give him a headache, as if someone was constantly hammering open his sensitive nerves. Even a slight recollection would bring a jumble of chaotic and blurry images to his mind, often making him instantly irritable.
Thinking of this, Shen Mingjin took a deep breath, inhaling the cool air into his lungs, forcing himself to calm down and stop thinking about the past.
But obviously, things didn’t go as planned. Ever since that nightmare, Xu Duwan was like a switch that had been flipped, or like the wings of a butterfly that set off a hurricane. Even if Shen Mingjin didn’t think about the past, his temples still throbbed with pain, and his vision would go black intermittently.
Shen Mingjin had no choice but to smash the empty plate on the table and use the broken porcelain shards to forcefully cut several wounds on his arm until bright red blood gushed out of his cracked skin. Only then did Shen Mingjin feel the panic and suffocation that had surged into his heart begin to subside.
His face was slightly pale due to blood loss, and he looked unwell.
Yu Qingbie, who was passing by outside, seemed to have heard the noise from Shen Mingjin’s room. He subconsciously walked to his door and knocked.
“Brother Shen? What’s wrong?”
Because of Yu Qingbie’s words, the shards of porcelain in his palm pierced his flesh again. Shen Mingjin felt dizzy and could only maintain his balance by relying on his blood to avoid collapsing again.
“I’m fine.”
He threw the broken porcelain shards into the trash can, hastily wiped away the blood, then changed into a long-sleeved shirt to cover the wounds on his arms, and opened the door as if nothing had happened.
“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”
He thought his act was flawless, but to his surprise, Yu Qingbie was startled by his gloomy expression and couldn’t help but take two steps back to steady his heart, which was pounding wildly from shock.
“Brother Shen, are you really alright?”
Yu Qingbie glanced at Shen Mingjin’s expression, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously said:
“You look terrible.”
Shen Mingjin, of course, wouldn’t mention that his frequent contact with Xu Duwan was causing him headaches due to recurring images in his mind; he only vaguely stated:
“It’s nothing, I just didn’t sleep well last night.”
“last night?”
Didn’t Brother Shen sleep with Xu Duwan last night?
Thinking of Xu Duwan’s rosy cheeks before he left, and comparing them to Shen Mingjin’s pale face, Yu Qingbie was shocked. Comparing Shen Mingjin’s tall figure and overly aloof expression, he thought to himself, “Appearances can be deceiving. Shen-ge’s physique isn’t even top? That’s illogical!”
but……..
The thought of Shen Mingjin’s beautiful features made Yu Qingbie waver again.
With such a beautiful person down there, it seems like nothing is impossible.
Shen Mingjin had no idea what Yu Qingbie was thinking with his ever-changing expression, and he didn’t care. He just walked past Yu Qingbie with a sullen face and went to help in the kitchen.
However, he forgot that his palm had been pricked by a piece of porcelain just today. After washing dishes all day, his hands were wrinkled from being soaked in water, and the wound was even a little red.
Shen Mingjin didn’t care. He had a headache all day, so he took some painkillers and lay down, letting the wound get infected. After a few days, he developed a high fever.
After returning home these past two days, Xu Duwan inevitably had to deal with some company matters. His stepmother and the fake young master were still up to their old tricks, constantly causing him trouble, which made Xu Duwan very annoyed.
What annoyed Xu Duwan even more was that Shen Mingjin hadn’t contacted him at all in the past two days.
Didn’t he leave his contact information on his phone before he left? Couldn’t he have contacted him first?
Why is it always him who approaches Shen Mingjin first?
Xu Duwan was somewhat angry and self-deprecating, as if he were secretly competing with Shen Mingjin, and ignored Shen Mingjin.
If he really wanted to, he would go to a bar for a drink, then go home and outwit his fake young master. He endured these days like this, but Shen Mingjin still did not take the initiative to contact Xu Duwan.
Just like before, as long as Xu Duwan didn’t take the initiative, the two of them were like strangers, with no interaction whatsoever.
Thinking back to the stupid things he did when he was pursuing Shen Mingjin, Xu Duwan felt annoyed. He sat in his boss’s chair for a long time with a sullen face, until even his assistant started to wonder if he had upset his boss that day. Only then did Xu Duwan speak up in a condescending tone, his voice light and airy:
“Did that person call today?”
There was a hint of expectation in his voice.
“That person?” The assistant paused, taken aback.
Xu Duwan clicked his tongue impatiently.
“Oh, oh,” the assistant suddenly remembered and quickly replied:
“Young master, are you referring to Mr. Shen? He didn’t call.”
“Not a single one?”
Xu Duwan’s face darkened even more.
“……No.”
The assistant appeared cautious, but inwardly he was on the verge of tears, secretly lamenting his predicament:
My dear, what’s your relationship with this person that makes you so concerned about him?
Xu Duwan had no idea what his assistant was thinking. Upon hearing this, he took a deep breath, pressed his temples as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and after a moment, he solemnly extended his hand to his assistant:
“Give it to me.”
“What?” The assistant was stunned.
“The phone!” Xu Duwan was almost furious. He was planning to fire this assistant in a few days and give Shen Mingjin, that cold and unapproachable person, a good dressing down.
He spent so much money, but in the end, Shen Mingjin wouldn’t even take the initiative to contact him!
He’s hinted to Shen Mingjin many times that he’s very rich, so why isn’t he coming to live off of him?!
Even a simp, going this far, should still retain some dignity, right?
After much deliberation, Xu Duwan decided that he should at least die knowing why. After a long pause, he spat out each word, almost gritting his teeth, and said:
“If he doesn’t call me, then I’ll take the initiative to contact him.”
He promised that after clarifying things this time, it would be the last time he would contact Shen Mingjin!