Ryan is sitting crossed-legs on the big bed. With his folded arms and he tilted his head, drowning and musing himself with an endless stream of questions without answers. He lifted his head and once again surveyed this unfamiliar bedroom.
Where is this place? Did he transmigrate? Or was this merely a dream, and he was the only premier spectator? Even so, how come the dream setting is so realistic? That he doubted his five senses and kept pinching his thigh to force himself awake.
Inevitably, he rubbed his bruise's thigh with a sullen expression. The skin is too delicate and fragile-looking, like a porcelain doll. Judging from his expensive outfit, lavishly furnished bedroom, and his exquisite appearance, he didn't think this original body's identity was a simple one.
Was he a young master from a prominent and distinguished family?
Also, why couldn't he unlock the hidden memories that lay safely within his mind? The memories are just within his grasp.
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Both of them tacitly move to the area behind the partition.Ryan's eyes swept over the tall man that obediently followed him like a chick trailing behind the mother hen. He said nothing but his burning gazes made his scalp numbed.Aigoo, if the look could kill, he might be underway to his death right now. Those scorching stares could even melt the hard steel into a puddle of liquid. That's how intense his gazes was.Can you stop looking at him like that?! Had it been Senior Su in front of him right now, he would already stab this person's eyes! He might even gauge the eyeballs out!However, the main point is he did not know him despite the man having the same face as his senior. He better put an appropriate distance between them before deciding what to do next.Overall, the man identically resembled Su Tae Hyung. The only difference was the color of his eyes, which gleamed with a luster of a gem, as beautiful as the blue sapphire stone. And, unlike
*Mention of rape and suicide. Read with caution. Ryan curled on the sofa, both knees and arms folded in apprehension. He resembled a wounded animal who had been preyed on by a predator and forced to some corner, desperately protecting his dear life. He evaded Hu Zhi Ming's eyes and looked pensively to the floor. For a moment, he gave an impression of a wronged child that just got scolded by his parent. Hu Zhi Ming's eyes darkened. He cornered the petite man until his back hit the back of the sofa, caged in between his two strong arms that heavily pressed onto the armrests. He didn't leave any exit for Feng Zheng to retreat. If he left even one opening, Feng Zheng would treacherously avoid him again, and then, they will face the same stalemate. Feng Zheng su
The end of the flashback.Ryan wanted to vomit on the spot. He felt dirty. As if his body got covered by the filth that stubbornly stuck on his body no matter how hard he scrubbed it.The original had stayed pure for his fiancee, believing in the beauty prospect of marriage. Yet, his innocence got robbed from him in the hands of a beast disguised in human skin. His dream, ruthlessly shattered to pieces like a broken mirror.For him, sex is nothing because every human has needs and desires. It's a human's basic instinct. But with the consent from both sides. If one side is unwilling, it will result in rape. He despised rape. He had seen many scenes in which all the victims had forced themselves to the verge of insanity. Some even committed suicide.Out of nowhere, Ryan felt something creeping from below to upward, starting from his toes. The unpleasant sensation crawled all over his skin, eliciting goosebumps to erupt. And, the tidal of turbulent emotions
"Why did you cry?" Feng Zheng is crying, like a child, his eyes glistened with tears, and there's a trace of grievances within those wet pupils. Seeing him like this caused Hu Zhi Ming's steel heart to soften. "I'm sorry. Please don't cry." He was distressed when he saw Feng Zheng's grief-stricken eyes.He never once saw him cry miserably as this, not even when the late Emperor and Empress passed away. Right now, these heart-wrenching cries sounded very sorrowful, as if the whole world had wronged him.Feng Zheng curled even further, deliberately avoiding any skin contact with him. If he can drill himself into the sofa, bury himself inside it and never come out, he would like to do that. Nevertheless, he couldn't.Hu Zhi Ming felt perturbed. He didn't know where to put his restless hands. Hu Zhi Ming wanted to coax and console him and drive the misery away from Feng Zheng's heart. Yet, he is unable to do that. The victim refused him, evading his touch and affect
No way. Is Long Yuan, Jihun? Ryan's clutched over Hu Zhi Ming's arm tightened. He had a war within his mind, redundant messy thoughts overflowed like a broken dam, and he started to doubt his instinct. Impossible. Such a thing is frightening! Hold on. Calm down. You needed to calm down first. He might be imagining it. Ryan tried to appease himself. All of this is an illusion. And a bad one at that. But, how could he accept that hoax when his subconscious reaction had told him otherwise. No matter how he tries to deny it, he cannot lie to himself. It was similar. It was the same feeling he got every time he and Jihun had their moment of encounter. There's no mistake about it. What kind of feeling does he get from this man? The answer is simple. It was the dreadful sensation he frequently felt when he went to stop Jihun's madness. It was so similar that he felt goosebumps all over his body. It was like
Ryan's heart was palpitating.The exhilarating feeling made him numb from shock, and he almost let out an excited squeal subconsciously.Ryan enjoyed this blissful moment.The world around him seemed to be in a frozen state, and the time had stopped moving.What kind of dream was this?He mindlessly pinched his cheek and flinched.The pain is real. The possibility of sleepwalking was not feasible. Ryan could no longer differentiate between reality and fantasy.No dream could be as realistic as the one he experienced right now.To think that such an unbelievable thing occurred to him right now had made him doubt himself.For sure, his soul had transmigrated into someone else's body. He also transmigrated into a world different from his modern setting world.Can anyone believe him?He was flying. He was indeed flying!It was memorable to mention such an absurd thing
They arrived in a secluded village, deep inside the mountain and surrounded by lush bamboo trees. The entry to the village is well-hidden behind the thick blanket of nature as cobwebs hang from one beam to another, creating the illusion of an abandoned city. Wild and long grasses covered the pathway, almost reaching their knees. It is a hassle to cross over the pile of over-grown weeds to step a foot on someone else's house. At first glance, the village seemed forsaken by humans. No sane people wished to stay inside a gloomy and deserted place, particularly one that lacked sunlight. The smell that wafted around was a bit disturbing. The incense smell was not the one that someone put inside the bedroom to help themselves fall asleep. Instead, it was the one used to make an offer to the dead. The thick and hazy smokes made their sight blurry and hazy. The scent induced numbness, causing Ryan to paralyze momentarily. He fell into a trap. He blinked his eyes multiple times, but what h
*Warning. Read at your own risk. Slight mature content. There were only three people inside the living room. Ryan and Hu Zhi Ming sat side by side on a big sofa while the house's owner sat on a single couch. He invited them for a drink. Two sets of tea were prepared in advance and placed in front of them. The steams were visible to the naked eyes. The sweet aroma of Chamomile tea dispersed in the air inciting saliva to drool. Ryan felt his throat parched. Before he knew it, he had already taken the cup and sipped out the content with gusto, completely forgotten that the tea was hot and steaming. Ryan coughed out and miserably spitting out the liquid. "Ah-Feng!" Hu Zhi Ming was a step too late in stopping him. He never realized that the man was too thirsty. He was oblivious of Feng Zheng's condition and unaware of his need. Hu Zhi Ming and Ryan were constantly moving for two hours, leaping up and down from one tree to another, before reac
*Warning. Read at your own risk. Slight mature content. There were only three people inside the living room. Ryan and Hu Zhi Ming sat side by side on a big sofa while the house's owner sat on a single couch. He invited them for a drink. Two sets of tea were prepared in advance and placed in front of them. The steams were visible to the naked eyes. The sweet aroma of Chamomile tea dispersed in the air inciting saliva to drool. Ryan felt his throat parched. Before he knew it, he had already taken the cup and sipped out the content with gusto, completely forgotten that the tea was hot and steaming. Ryan coughed out and miserably spitting out the liquid. "Ah-Feng!" Hu Zhi Ming was a step too late in stopping him. He never realized that the man was too thirsty. He was oblivious of Feng Zheng's condition and unaware of his need. Hu Zhi Ming and Ryan were constantly moving for two hours, leaping up and down from one tree to another, before reac
They arrived in a secluded village, deep inside the mountain and surrounded by lush bamboo trees. The entry to the village is well-hidden behind the thick blanket of nature as cobwebs hang from one beam to another, creating the illusion of an abandoned city. Wild and long grasses covered the pathway, almost reaching their knees. It is a hassle to cross over the pile of over-grown weeds to step a foot on someone else's house. At first glance, the village seemed forsaken by humans. No sane people wished to stay inside a gloomy and deserted place, particularly one that lacked sunlight. The smell that wafted around was a bit disturbing. The incense smell was not the one that someone put inside the bedroom to help themselves fall asleep. Instead, it was the one used to make an offer to the dead. The thick and hazy smokes made their sight blurry and hazy. The scent induced numbness, causing Ryan to paralyze momentarily. He fell into a trap. He blinked his eyes multiple times, but what h
Ryan's heart was palpitating.The exhilarating feeling made him numb from shock, and he almost let out an excited squeal subconsciously.Ryan enjoyed this blissful moment.The world around him seemed to be in a frozen state, and the time had stopped moving.What kind of dream was this?He mindlessly pinched his cheek and flinched.The pain is real. The possibility of sleepwalking was not feasible. Ryan could no longer differentiate between reality and fantasy.No dream could be as realistic as the one he experienced right now.To think that such an unbelievable thing occurred to him right now had made him doubt himself.For sure, his soul had transmigrated into someone else's body. He also transmigrated into a world different from his modern setting world.Can anyone believe him?He was flying. He was indeed flying!It was memorable to mention such an absurd thing
No way. Is Long Yuan, Jihun? Ryan's clutched over Hu Zhi Ming's arm tightened. He had a war within his mind, redundant messy thoughts overflowed like a broken dam, and he started to doubt his instinct. Impossible. Such a thing is frightening! Hold on. Calm down. You needed to calm down first. He might be imagining it. Ryan tried to appease himself. All of this is an illusion. And a bad one at that. But, how could he accept that hoax when his subconscious reaction had told him otherwise. No matter how he tries to deny it, he cannot lie to himself. It was similar. It was the same feeling he got every time he and Jihun had their moment of encounter. There's no mistake about it. What kind of feeling does he get from this man? The answer is simple. It was the dreadful sensation he frequently felt when he went to stop Jihun's madness. It was so similar that he felt goosebumps all over his body. It was like
"Why did you cry?" Feng Zheng is crying, like a child, his eyes glistened with tears, and there's a trace of grievances within those wet pupils. Seeing him like this caused Hu Zhi Ming's steel heart to soften. "I'm sorry. Please don't cry." He was distressed when he saw Feng Zheng's grief-stricken eyes.He never once saw him cry miserably as this, not even when the late Emperor and Empress passed away. Right now, these heart-wrenching cries sounded very sorrowful, as if the whole world had wronged him.Feng Zheng curled even further, deliberately avoiding any skin contact with him. If he can drill himself into the sofa, bury himself inside it and never come out, he would like to do that. Nevertheless, he couldn't.Hu Zhi Ming felt perturbed. He didn't know where to put his restless hands. Hu Zhi Ming wanted to coax and console him and drive the misery away from Feng Zheng's heart. Yet, he is unable to do that. The victim refused him, evading his touch and affect
The end of the flashback.Ryan wanted to vomit on the spot. He felt dirty. As if his body got covered by the filth that stubbornly stuck on his body no matter how hard he scrubbed it.The original had stayed pure for his fiancee, believing in the beauty prospect of marriage. Yet, his innocence got robbed from him in the hands of a beast disguised in human skin. His dream, ruthlessly shattered to pieces like a broken mirror.For him, sex is nothing because every human has needs and desires. It's a human's basic instinct. But with the consent from both sides. If one side is unwilling, it will result in rape. He despised rape. He had seen many scenes in which all the victims had forced themselves to the verge of insanity. Some even committed suicide.Out of nowhere, Ryan felt something creeping from below to upward, starting from his toes. The unpleasant sensation crawled all over his skin, eliciting goosebumps to erupt. And, the tidal of turbulent emotions
*Mention of rape and suicide. Read with caution. Ryan curled on the sofa, both knees and arms folded in apprehension. He resembled a wounded animal who had been preyed on by a predator and forced to some corner, desperately protecting his dear life. He evaded Hu Zhi Ming's eyes and looked pensively to the floor. For a moment, he gave an impression of a wronged child that just got scolded by his parent. Hu Zhi Ming's eyes darkened. He cornered the petite man until his back hit the back of the sofa, caged in between his two strong arms that heavily pressed onto the armrests. He didn't leave any exit for Feng Zheng to retreat. If he left even one opening, Feng Zheng would treacherously avoid him again, and then, they will face the same stalemate. Feng Zheng su
Both of them tacitly move to the area behind the partition.Ryan's eyes swept over the tall man that obediently followed him like a chick trailing behind the mother hen. He said nothing but his burning gazes made his scalp numbed.Aigoo, if the look could kill, he might be underway to his death right now. Those scorching stares could even melt the hard steel into a puddle of liquid. That's how intense his gazes was.Can you stop looking at him like that?! Had it been Senior Su in front of him right now, he would already stab this person's eyes! He might even gauge the eyeballs out!However, the main point is he did not know him despite the man having the same face as his senior. He better put an appropriate distance between them before deciding what to do next.Overall, the man identically resembled Su Tae Hyung. The only difference was the color of his eyes, which gleamed with a luster of a gem, as beautiful as the blue sapphire stone. And, unlike
Ryan is sitting crossed-legs on the big bed. With his folded arms and he tilted his head, drowning and musing himself with an endless stream of questions without answers. He lifted his head and once again surveyed this unfamiliar bedroom. Where is this place? Did he transmigrate? Or was this merely a dream, and he was the only premier spectator? Even so, how come the dream setting is so realistic? That he doubted his five senses and kept pinching his thigh to force himself awake. Inevitably, he rubbed his bruise's thigh with a sullen expression. The skin is too delicate and fragile-looking, like a porcelain doll. Judging from his expensive outfit, lavishly furnished bedroom, and his exquisite appearance, he didn't think this original body's identity was a simple one. Was he a young master from a prominent and distinguished family? Also, why couldn't he unlock the hidden memories that lay safely within his mind? The memories are just within his grasp.