Chapter 92 - Don’t Give Up On Me (2/2)

“Then what do you want to do? Just lie down and chat?”

Unexpectedly, YanMingXiu nodded, “Just stay by my side is enough. Doing anything is fine.”

ZhouXiang grabbed his hair irritably then nodded, “I am going to take a bath.”

ZhouXiang got up and went to the inner home. The narrow corridors, simple bathroom, simple study, comfortable master bedroom…ZhouXiang couldn’t help but look at every corners of the home. His fingertips stroked the slightly coarse yellow walls. This kind of familiar and warm feeling filled his heart.

Dad, mom, I’m back. I am really back.

YanMingXiu quietly watched ZhouXiang from behind. The image of this person walking freely around this home is a most precious memory in his life. Now, all those images finally reappeared. He didn’t use to believe in God but now he believes that fate had long been predestined. And ZhouXiang is the person destined for him. Otherwise, ZhouXiang would not have return to his side after rebirth.

Starting over once again, he will definitely not let go of this chance to make up for his mistakes.

ZhouXiang took a comfortable hot bath. His bathroom is very small and the heat is not easily dispersed. Although the ventilation in the summer is a bit of a problem, bathing in the winter is particularly warm. The long-lost warmth makes ZhouXiang feel moved. Everything in the bathroom felt so intimate.

After he finished bathing, he realized that he had forgotten to grab his pajamas. When he was about to wear the clothes he was wearing earlier, a gentle knock came from the bathroom door. YanMingXiu’s shadow is outside the bathroom.

“I have your pajamas. Put them on.”

ZhouXiang opened the door and saw YanMingXiu looking at him holding a set of pajamas. He didn’t know how long YanMingXiu had been standing there.

ZhouXiang took the pajamas. This hand trembled slightly. This is one set of couple pajamas he bought. At that time, in order to give YanMingXiu some mental hints, he bought a lot of things for couples, like pajamas, cups, toothbrushes, and underwear. He had hoped that YanMingXiu would have the feeling of being a couple with him. At the time, YanMingXiu did not refuse. ZhouXiang was so excited thinking that YanMingXiu had accepted these kinds of hints (of them being a couple). Later, he realized that YanMingXiu didn’t care about these senseless trivial things, allowing him to be groundlessly excited. What can influence YanMingXiu?

Unexpectedly, with the passage of time, YanMingXiu is now using the same exact methods to try and evoke these feelings in him. He finally understood why YanMingXiu, who could buy any place he wanted anywhere would insist on moving back with him to this 30 years old, 70-square-meter condo. It is because their memories are everywhere in this place, from every room to every layout, to the small porcelain bowls, to the set of pajamas…all these are proof that he once loved YanMingXiu. YanMingXiu hopes that he remembers these.

YanMingXiu did a good job because ZhouXiang had never forgotten these small details. In this place, he was forced to remember every bits and pieces of his and YanMingXiu’s memories over and over. The more he remembered, the more pain he felt.

Sure enough, the bedding in the bedroom was picked by them at the time. The rug on the wooden floor was bought by YanMingXiu. The 10 years old floor lamp was broken by YanMingXiu when he kicked it while getting up in the middle of the night. He repaired it but now, he can still see the traces of the repair. Even when YanMingXiu came out of the bathroom, he is dressed exactly like him but just in a bigger size pajama.

Everything is like a reverse flow of time, like they were dragged back to three years ago by an invisible hand. ZhouXiang is forced to experience these sweet and happy moments from before.

With YanMingXiu’s hair softly affixed to his face, it made him looked a couple years younger and so similar to the arrogant and indifferent teenager from then, especially those eyes, so deep that people cannot see through it.

When ZhouXiang eyes collided with YanMingXiu’s eyes, he could sense that YanMingXiu seemed to see through what he is thinking.

YanMingXiu walked to the bed and slowly sat down. ZhouXiang’s wet bangs stuck onto his forehead and the cold water drops rolled down his eyebrows onto his eye sockets.

The two quietly looked at each other as they sat very close together.

YanMingXiu whispered, “Xiang Ge… thank you for coming back.”

ZhouXiang’s heart trembled.

“I want you to remember everything in this home, especially your feelings for me.” His tone is full of confidence.

YanMingXiu kissed ZhouXiang’s soft lips, gently sucking and crushing it, enjoying the refreshing taste. This is the first time YanMingXiu kissed him. It should be said that, it is the first time he kissed him in his current appearance.

He had been with YanMingXiu for half a year, the number of times they made love is just a handful. Not to mention kissing, every time when YanMingXiu vented sexually, he didn’t want to see his face.

He initially thought that YanMingXiu was still treating him as WangYuDong, but he did not expect that he had become his own substitute. Such an absurd circumstance actually happened to him. But since he can wake up in another person’s body, there is nothing in this world that is impossible.

The feeling of being teased by the invisible hand is indeed increasingly intense, making ZhouXiang frightened and trembled with fear. He is afraid that this new farce arranged by God is only waiting until he gets too deep into the trick and then God would violently wake him up, letting him fall into the ruins again.

YanMingXiu’s slippery tongue broke through the barrier of ZhouXiang’s teeth, got into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. ZhouXiang’s eyes blurred and his emotions involuntarily pulled back by this warm kiss. He subconsciously pushed YanMingXiu away but YanMingXiu grasped his hands and suppressed him forcefully.

ZhouXiang could only passively endure this increasingly frantic kiss. YanMingXiu turned this initial light kiss into a deep kiss full of intense yearnings and lustful tastes. These fierce emotions started a fire that swept through and engulfed both of their minds. ZhouXiang widen his eyes; he couldn’t understand why such kiss could penetrate from sorrow to despair, and that sorrow is so contagious.

Just when the two of them were just about out of breadth, YanMingXiu let him go, falling onto ZhouXiang’s body weakly, gripping his waist and muttering, “You’re back. You really came back.”

ZhouXiang suppressed the urge to touch him. He lay on the bed at a complete loss, allowing YanMingXiu to lean on top of him heavily.

YanMingXiu adjusted his posture and essentially held ZhouXiang’s upper body in his arms. His gentle and hoarse voice rang softly in ZhouXiang’s ear, “Xiang Ge, go to sleep. I hope that I can hold you like this to sleep every day in the future. Don’t give up on me because I will never give up on you.”

ZhouXiang closed his eyes tiredly.

YanMingXiu held ZhouXiang as if he is holding his entire world.

This is his entire world.