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He rarely dared to talk back to himself, and Yan Yulong became interested instead, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What are you angry about? She's not your relative."
"Even though she's just a stranger to me, I don't want her to suffer because of me!"
"Are you Tang Seng? Overflowing with compassion," Yan Yulong coldly mocked.
"It's not that I'm overflowing with compassion; it's that you're too heartless!" Xia Xihe was thoroughly provoked and boldly accused him.
"I am that heartless person. Are you planning to reform me? Master?" Yan Yulong replied, infuriatingly nonchalant.
"You... you..." Xia Xihe struggled to articulate his thoughts, stammering for a long time without being able to refute.
"What about you? If you can't speak, just shut up and eat. You're feeling stifled, aren't you? Stop arguing with me over someone unrelated," Yan Yulong ignored his furious expression and picked up his food. He thought Xia Xihe had nothing more to say, but after a long silence, Xia Xihe hesitantly spoke again:
"I originally... was also an unrelated person to you..."
Yan Yulong glanced at him indifferently while Xia Xihe lowered his head and asked, "If... if that day you hadn't suddenly had a whim, you wouldn't have saved me from Brother Liao and the others, would you..."
Yan Yulong thought for a long time before understanding what he meant.
"Why are you bringing that up? That was so long ago; I don't remember."
"I've never understood why you saved me back then..." Xia Xihe finally mustered the courage to look up at him.
"You want to know why?" Yan Yulong forced out a cold smile. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, placed both hands on Xia Xihe's shoulders, and unexpectedly pushed him down.
Xia Xihe was momentarily stunned and gasped. Yan Yulong pulled open his collar, his tongue licking across his pale shoulder as he leaned close to his ear and whispered ambiguously, "To get on you..."
"Uh..." Xia Xihe's chest tightened. A long time ago, Yan Yulong often said this phrase, making him think that the only reason the other approached him was for such sordid reasons.
But... he always does things that touch him. Just yesterday, he stood up to his father for himself. Deep down in Xia Xihe ’s heart, he had long believed that Yan Yulong truly liked him.
But at this moment, he brought up this reason again... Could this really be his true thought? Tears welled up in Xia Xihe ’s eyes.
"Is my value to you... only this?" he asked, trembling.
Yan Yulong stared into his eyes, without a hint of confusion or concealment, and said, "What else could it be? Can you think of any other value?"
Xia Xihe ’s eyes widened suddenly, flames igniting within him. He pushed Yan Yulong away with all his strength.
Yan Yulong lost his balance and sat back down. Xia Xihe quickly got up, trembling all over, and said unsteadily, "Please... please never come to find me again!"
Yan Yulong looked up at him expressionlessly, then slowly stood up.
His figure blocked the light casting on Xia Xihe, instantly enveloping him in a sense of oppression from the darkness.
"Is this a request or an order?" he said softly.
"I’m requesting you..." Xia Xihe said with a quivering voice.
Yan Yulong's lips curled into a faint smile as he enunciated each word: "I, refuse."
Xia Xihe felt a sudden tightness in his chest and couldn't help but shout, "What do you want for you to let me go?!"
"Why should I let you go?"
"It’s painful being with you! I don’t want any more ties with you! Why don’t you go find someone who matches you?!" Xia Xihe threw caution to the wind and no longer hid his true feelings.
Yan Yulong's eyes flashed with hurt, but Xia Xihe, who was busy shouting with his head down, did not notice. A surge of anger rolled in Yan Yulong's chest as he deliberately spoke in a cold tone, "Alright then, if you let me have my way just this once, I'll let you go."
Xia Xihe immediately fell silent, staring at him in shock.
Yan Yulong seized his hand, leaned closer, and whispered maliciously, "What do you think? This deal sounds good, right? Just let me have my way once, and I won't bother you again..."
Xia Xihe's gaze wavered intensely, as if he was about to agree but also felt deeply insulted.
Yan Yulong fixed his gaze on him, not missing any subtle reaction.
A cool autumn breeze swept over the hilltop, and the small Marigolds in the flowerbed gently nodded in the wind while a few little birds happily played in the shade of the trees.
Time flowed around them, yet Yan Yulong and Xia Xihe seemed frozen in place as if under a spell.
After what felt like an eternity... Yan Yulong's lips lightly pressed against Xia Xihe's. This action broke the spell of stillness, causing Xia Xihe's eyelids to tremble violently.
The moment the other’s hand slipped inside his collar, he suddenly widened his eyes and pushed against Yan Yulong's shoulders in an attempt to shove him away.
What had started as a gentle motion from Yan Yulong suddenly intensified; he tightened his grip around Xia Xihe's waist, and his lips no longer brushed lightly but instead fiercely bit down on him.
"Ugh..." Xia Xihe groaned in frustration, using all his strength to push against Yan Yulong's chest with both fists and forcefully shove him away.
In his effort, he accidentally knocked off his own glasses.
Yan Yulong stumbled back a few steps but quickly regained his balance.
Xia Xihe panted heavily as he wiped the moisture from his lips.
Yan Yulong twisted his neck and asked in his usual lazy tone, "What's wrong? Do you want to fight me first before you listen?"
Xia Xihe bit his lip, clenched his fists, and his gaze suddenly sharpened. Yan Yulong stepped forward, and he immediately assumed a fighting stance, growling, "Don't come any closer!"
"I'll come over no matter what. What are you going to do about it?" As soon as Yan Yulong finished speaking, he suddenly reached out his hand, and Xia Xihe quickly blocked it.
The other hand reached out again, and Xia Xihe jumped back.
Yan Yulong firmly grabbed his arm. Xia Xihe felt anxious and kicked out at him without thinking...
On the rooftop of the teaching building, a girl holding a high-powered military telescope shouted nervously, "Wow! They're fighting!"
"No way? Let me see!"
"Ah! It's my turn to look now~~"
Two girls beside her were scrambling to grab the telescope. The one holding it, Yao Jialin, shouted loudly, "Be quiet! I'm doing a live broadcast!"
Tang Yongjun and Zhen Huiqi had no choice but to stop under her "tyranny."
" Xihe kicked him... ah! Dodged! Another kick! Blocked by his hand... caught Xihe's foot now, ah! He's been knocked down! Wow~~ he's taking off his clothes~~ wow~~ so eye-catching~~"
She was engrossed in watching, while the other two could only listen to the live commentary. From a distance, all they could see on the hillside were two overlapping black dots, making it impossible to discern their movements.
As they were still studying those black dots, Yao Jialin suddenly shouted excitedly, "Ah! Xihe hit Yan Yulong in the face!!!"
Upon hearing this, the two rushed over again—
"Show me!"
"It's my turn now!"
Three women were having a great time fighting over something on the rooftop, while on the hillside...
Yan Yulong, who had just been hit by Xia Xihe, sat on the ground, calmly watching the other person.
Xia Xihe was breathing heavily, tightening her clothes, and glanced at him with tear-filled eyes before turning and running away.
After she walked far enough, Yan Yulong slowly stood up, brushed off the bits of grass from his clothes, and rubbed his chin where he had been struck.
He lit a cigarette and stared blankly at the mess on the ground—leftover food that had been overturned during his fight with Xia Xihe, making it impossible to eat.
The Servants, who had been hiding nearby, cautiously stepped out. Although they were afraid of facing Yan Yulong's anger, it would be even worse if he went hungry.
The head butler mustered his courage to ask, "Third Young Master... should we... have the house send over new food...?"
Yan Yulong took a drag from his cigarette, his expression still calm and unfazed by the fight. After finishing the entire cigarette, he tossed the butt aside and replied, "No need."
"I'm going to sleep." After saying this, he crossed his hands behind his head and walked away slowly under the astonished gaze of the Servants.
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