“…One night of torment is far from enough. I want to kill him with my bare hands.”

This is insane! My boyfriend has gone mad!

Yu Sen let out a long breath, instantly feeling even dizzier.

He pressed Si Xuanyang’s hand and made a sound, indicating that he wanted to sit up. He felt that he had to eat something to regain some strength, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to make it through the night, utterly exhausted.

In a more modernized world, the convenience is that everything is available.

The curry was placed in a thermal container, with some noodles soaking in warm water on top. They hadn’t clumped together or cooled down; they tasted good and went down easily, gradually warming his stomach.

His neck was wrapped in gauze, not that seriously injured, but Si Xuanyang was very cautious, not letting him move his neck or lower his head, feeding him spoonfuls while holding the container.

Yu Sen’s head was still a bit hot, and every time he coughed, Si Xuanyang’s body would tense up, watching the white gauze on his neck with extreme concern.

Probably, the desire to kill Yuan Fei had grown even stronger in his heart.

Damn it!

Yu Sen was furious, unable to stop the anger brewing in Si Xuanyang’s heart. Yet, at this moment, he couldn’t speak, unable to express the need for caution. His mind was clouded, thoughts muddled, and he didn’t even know what to write while holding Si Xuanyang’s hand.

“Take care of yourself first,” Si Xuanyang pulled his hand away, knowing what Yu Sen was anxious about, “Why care about him?”

“Mm…”

Yu Sen weakly rolled his eyes. He didn’t care about Yuan Fei’s life or death! Whether Yuan Fei lived or died, he couldn’t care less, okay?

What he cared about was not wanting Si Xuanyang to kill someone!

Even if the other person was a villain, an attempted murderer.

Even in this primitive world of killing, once you pick up that knife and kill someone as alive as they are, it’s hard to say how it might affect your mental state.

Even though he knew that his boyfriend seemed to have a much stronger tolerance for this sort of thing than most people, when he killed the sea monster, his hand holding the knife didn’t even tremble.

However, the sea monster wasn’t really a living person. Perhaps in this unfamiliar world, those NPCs were just a string of data.

Ordinary players were different.

This was likely to be their last trip to another world, and he couldn’t take the risk of letting Si Xuanyang get blood on his hands.

Moreover, if Si Xuanyang really took action, who knows, the clock might even punish him…

So exhausting…

But he couldn’t accurately convey this long string of thoughts to Si Xuanyang.

Because right now, he was mute!

And writing so many words would be tiring!

…So maybe telepathy would be better! He calculated in his mind.

He glanced at Si Xuanyang, who was leisurely staring at him, and seized the moment when he was setting down the thermos to suddenly pounce, pressing his lips directly against Si Xuanyang’s.

Si Xuanyang instinctively supported his waist with one hand and kept the other firmly on the back of his neck, tilting his head slightly so Yu Sen wouldn’t have to lean back, and then took charge, capturing all the warm breath in his mouth.

The softness made Si Xuanyang’s heart flutter.

But his mind was still worried about Yu Sen’s physical and mental state, so he only teased briefly before letting go, a smile tugging at his lips as he said in a deep voice, “You taste like curry.”

“…” Seriously?

A straight guy among gays really ruins the mood!

Before he could roll his eyes again, Si Xuanyang put him back under the covers, carefully wrapping him up tightly. He leaned down and lightly pecked his lips, saying patiently, “I know what you’re thinking, but since Yuan Fei dared to lay a hand on you, there’s no way I’m letting him leave here alive.”

His hand brushed lightly against the edge of the bandage on Yu Sen’s neck, a trace of pain flickering in his eyes. Yu Sen quickly grabbed his wrist, opened Si Xuanyang’s palm, and quickly wrote on it: Don’t do it yourself.

This was his only request.

The drowsiness continued to cloud his mind, and Yu Sen felt like he could barely hold on. But he still kept his eyes wide open, staring at the person in front of him. His eyes, rimmed with a reddish color from exhaustion and fever, seemed ready to spill tears, but upon closer inspection, nothing was there.

“Mmm…”—I’m really about to pass out from exhaustion!

Si Xuanyang looked down at him, gently biting his soft lips again, covering Yu Sen’s eyes with his palm. The soft eyelashes blinked against his hand, making his palm itch.

He whispered by Yu Sen’s lashes, “You’re tired. Sleep, don’t think about Yuan Fei. Maybe he’ll be lucky and freeze to death tonight.”

Yu Sen: “…”

That would be some incredible luck!

…

Yu Sen slept through the night and woke up again near noon.

Outside the window, large snowflakes were falling, piling up on the windowsill even though the windows were tightly shut. The streets had been shoveled, with wet asphalt and piles of snow on both sides. Despite it being daytime, the sky was overcast, with thick clouds. Some households had their lights and pumpkin lamps on, casting a festive atmosphere over the town as they reflected off the pristine snow.

As soon as Yu Sen’s thoughts cleared up, he grabbed Si Xuanyang’s hand and let out a sound.

It seemed that Si Xuanyang was already dressed, which made him feel a bit uneasy.

“Tsk! Just woke up, and you’re already asking about another man? You even skipped the morning grumpiness just for him? You’re that concerned? I’m not happy about this,” Si Xuanyang raised an eyebrow, tucking Yu Sen’s hand back into the covers, wrapping him up tightly like a cocoon, letting no air in.

Damn it! Let me go!

Yu Sen glared at him! He squirmed but couldn’t move, grinding his teeth in frustration.

The composed and elegant demon couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Baby, you look like a newborn kitten right now.”

Bullshit!

Have you ever seen a kitten that’s six feet tall!?

Yu Sen rolled his eyes so hard they nearly went up to his forehead. Even though he hadn’t moved much, he felt out of breath, exhausted, with a flush of redness spreading across his face.

The fever hadn’t gone down from his forehead.

“Yuan Fei isn’t dead yet, so don’t worry,” Si Xuanyang said, placing his hand on the blanket over Yu Sen’s chest, gently smoothing it down. “Slow your breathing, don’t be too hasty, or you’ll get dizzy.”

Now he was even more worried!

Yu Sen sighed. He thought Yuan Fei might as well have frozen to death in the backyard last night, saving him from the constant fear that Si Xuanyang would take action.

What a headache!

“Stop thinking about it. Yesterday, you were thinking about snow, and today you’re thinking about someone else. I’m standing right here in front of you, aren’t you worried I’ll get jealous?” Si Xuanyang half-knelt by the bed, leaning over him, trapping him between his arms.

“Ugh…” Yu Sen’s eyes gleamed with defiance.

He wasn’t afraid of that.

Given his current state—weak enough to fall at a push, die with one hit, and faint with one shot—what could the big demon possibly dare to do to him?

Besides, what was there to be jealous of between snow and Yuan Fei?

Could it be that the demon possession had caused Si Xuanyang to lose all normal human logic?

Yu Sen lay there, groaning softly.

“Hmm?”—Where is he now?

He was sure that Si Xuanyang understood the meaning of that syllable, but after he asked, the guy pretended to be clueless, echoing a “hmm” with a rising tone, acting as if he had no idea what was going on.

“What’s wrong? Are you hungry? Or still sleepy?”

Sleeping right after waking up? Yu Sen was at a loss for words.

But since Si Xuanyang was determined to play dumb, there was no use in getting anxious now that his voice was faint and muffled. He wrapped himself in the blanket and crawled toward the window.

“What are you doing?” Si Xuanyang caught him by the neck and pulled him up, blanket and all.

“Mm mm!” Yu Sen blinked at the snow piled on the windowsill.

“Want to see the snow again? Do you like snow that much?” Si Xuanyang was both amused and frustrated. “When we get home, I’ll take you to see more.”

However, after lying in bed for so long, his bones felt like they were going soft. Yu Sen silently resisted the big devil for quite a while before finally convincing him to let him get out of bed.

Luckily, the room was warm enough that he didn’t feel cold even in a dress.

But the dress was stained with spots of blood. While he was asleep, Si Xuanyang had dampened it with water to wipe it off, and now that it had dried, it had turned a pale red, resembling cherry blossoms blooming on the dress.

After the demon dressed him, his gaze fixed on those light pink spots, his eyes darkening, almost to the point where no light could penetrate.

Yu Sen squeezed his fingers lightly.

There were two soft knocks on the door, and after opening it, Si Nan relaxed upon seeing Yu Sen’s figure. “Yu Ge, you’re up. I was worried I might disturb you.”

He and Luo Yu entered the room. “Does the wound still hurt? When I came back yesterday and saw your neck all wrapped up, it almost scared me to death. Yuan Fei, that stupid bastard…”

Yu Sen lightly waved his hand and raised his eyebrows at him.

However, Si Nan suddenly became somewhat hesitant, as if he had momentarily forgotten why he came to find them, or perhaps… it wasn’t convenient to say right now.

Yu Sen narrowed his eyes.

“Right… so, do you want to go downstairs to eat? It’s already noon,” he stammered, “or should I bring the food up for you? Hey! Why are you staring at me like that?”

Yu Sen widened his eyes, coldly snorted, pointed at his own neck, and gave Si Nan a threatening look.

—Tell me!

“Huh? You mean Yuan Fei? He’s out in the backyard, being left to the cold breeze by Yang Yang to sober up. He’s not dead, haha, not dead yet…”

He was just brought back inside when he was close to death to warm up for a bit, with some small cuts made on his body. Once he was warm enough, he was tied up again and thrown out. The guy was almost driven mad by the torture…

But indeed, he was not dead yet!

Yu Sen’s suspicious gaze swept over the two of them before he grabbed Si Nan’s back and wrote a few large characters in a flamboyant script.

—In any case, don’t let your brother kill him!!!