"That was fun!" Zhou Yun Sheng praised as he wiped his sweaty palms on his clothes and smiled.
"Want to play some more?" Xue Zi Xuan looked at him with extremely gentle eyes.
"Of course."
The boy nodded enthusiastically, his black hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
Xue Zi Xuan once again reached out, wanting to touch his soft looking hair, but the boy still avoided him. His eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly covered it up, pointing to another sheet of music, "Let's play 'Polka' first."
They immersed themselves in one song after another the whole afternoon, if the steward hadn't come to urge them to eat, they would've played late into the night. Xue Zi Xuan's childhood was very monotonous, he barely played any games, but today, he finally understood the feeling of a small child receiving a precious gift.
To love it, never wanting to part from it, even refusing to sleep unless it was firmly in their arms.
While he was immersed in this wonderful, child-like feeling, Xue Jing Yi was being tortured by intense jealousy, until physically and mentally exhausted. She watched them dance with their fingertips, watched them gaze at each other, clear black eyes revealing the joyful comradeship of having met an equal. She was almost unable to control her palatable desire to rush in and separate them.
That night, she suddenly started a high fever, and her slightly recovered physical condition began to decline sharply, if this repeated, no one knew when she'd be in a state to accept surgery.
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Because of Xue Zi Xuan's attention, the steward and assistant's attitude noticeably changed. In the final analysis, Xue Zi Xuan was Xue Jia's heir, when Xue Rui wasn't home, he was the master. Zhou Yun Sheng obtained greater personal freedom, but he still wasn't allowed to appear in the same place as Xue Jing Yi. Of course, the current Xue Jing Yi couldn't casually walk around, at most, she could only sit at the window and watch the scenery.
This day, Zhou Yun Sheng had finished his morning practice and was in the dining room eating a snack. He picked up his cup, but paused in shock as it touched his lips. The trembling in his soul was telling him that the person he'd been looking for was in the neighborhood.
"Fu Bo, I'm going out to play for a while!" Then he ran out.
When the steward ran out from the kitchen, the boy's shadow was gone, so he had to send the assistant out to quickly search for him.
Zhou Yun Sheng ran around the golf course and finally found his target near the 18th hole. It was a man seated in a wheelchair, his extremely handsome face shrouded in overwhelming coldness and hostility. He had a cigar dangling from his mouth, and a black-clad bodyguard was half kneeling on the ground to help him light it.
He didn't hear what the bodyguard said, but the man's long Phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, radiating killing intent. The bodyguard immediately backed up two steps, then took out his cell phone.
Not far from them, a few men were playing golf. They seemed to be affected by the man's heavy pressure, and frequently made mistakes, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads. Because of their fear, they had already lost their will to play, but the man enjoyed watching people play, so they dared not stop without authorization.
The white ball fell into a distant sand bunker, and they sighed regretfully, anxiously glancing at the man's face.
Seeing all this, Zhou Yun Sheng smiled cheerfully, then tiptoed and shouted, "Hey, can I come watch the game?"
The man looked back, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink for a moment. It was a very delicate looking boy, star pupils, fine nose, red lips, white teeth, his whole body seemed to shine with his smile, making others feel dizzy. The man spit out a cloud of smoke, trying to blur out this beautiful, making his retinas and heart inexplicably sting, image.
The bodyguards saw their boss frown as if he was unhappy, and immediately started walking over to drive the boy away.
"Let him come in." The man dragged on his cigar, pretending to indifferently remove his line of sight.
The course staff quickly opened the wire netting, so the boy, or girl, could come in.
The man was not accustomed to contact with strangers, he stared at the golfers playing in the distance, pretending to be focused. But the boy insisted on dangling in front of him, also trying to reach out to poke his immobile legs.
A bodyguard exposed a 'you're asking for death' expression, and angrily walked over, but the boss' cold glance stopped him.
The man gripped the boy's slender finger and hoarsely asked, "What do you want?"
"How did you become like this?" The teenager irrelevantly asked, his black peach eyes slightly misty, as if he was very distressed by this.
This made the man feel very uneasy, he pushed the boy away and severely dragged on his cigar. He really didn't understand why he inexplicably wanted the boy to come in, if it was another person, he would've dealt with them already. Before, he hadn't even slightly considered for what purpose the boy wanted to get close to him. If he'd tried to kill him, he would've already succeeded.
Even though his brain kept producing a variety of dark speculations, the man still didn't order for the boy to be driven out. As soon as he'd met his clear eyes, he'd lost the ability to resist.
"Is it an illness? Accident? Can you cure it?" The teenager wasn't afraid of his icy expression, he just flung out incessant questions.
Truly, a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger, ignorant and fearless ah! The bodyguards admired the boy's courageous behavior.
"Don't you know me?" The man spit out a puff of smoke into the boy's exquisite, small face.
The teenager choked, his cheeks flushing with his cough, but he excitedly exclaimed, "What's your name? Tell me, then I'll know you."
Instead of answering, the man pointed to the boy's bare legs and asked, "Why did you run out of your house without pants?" Although his long white shirt covered his private parts, it set off his pair of snow white legs, the half-concealed half-exposed look more tantalizing that not wearing anything at all.
He really wanted to take off his jacket and wrap it around the boy's lower body.
Zhou Yun Sheng smiled brightly and casually lifted his shirt, "I do have pants ah, look." In order to cover up his flat chest, most of the shirts Xue family bought for him were very loose, so to make sure he looked like a woman, his selection of pants were dominated by cowboy shorts and skin tight jeans.
Cowboy shorts were wrapped around his perky butt, and the waist line started very low, revealing a small round navel. This graceful view crashed into the man's unprepared eyes, making them instantly darken.
He forcibly pulled down the boy's shirt, then turned a warning glare on his bodyguards.
They revealed strange expressions, then purposefully turned away.
"Wear this." He quickly took off his coat and threw it over the boy.
Zhou Yun Sheng beamed and took the 'love token' his lover gave him, then sighed in contentment: His possessiveness is still so strong, this damned pervert hasn't changed a bit, good. He tied the coat to his waist, watched his lover's sullen expression slightly sooth, and titled immediately his lips in an ingratiating smile.
The man's cold eyes continued to soften, he reached out his hand to touch the small black earring on Zhou Yun Sheng's earlobe.
A string of code rushed into 008's database without warning, surprising Zhou Yun Sheng. It turned out that this man's love and trust for him had reached a shocking extent: Even though he had no memory, even though it was their first meeting, he'd subconsciously decided to hand over his vital source code without hesitation.
He loved him more than his own life.
Zhou Yun Sheng touched his hot ear lobe, his smile growing more brilliant, until even crystal tears leaked out of his eyes.
"A child's expression is like June weather, unpredictable." The man ruthlessly pinched the boy's white cheek, then ordered, "Didn't you say you wanted to watch the game? Push me onto the green."
"Ay." Zhou Yun Sheng agreed loudly, then huffed and puffed as he pushed the 193 cm tall, 82 kg man onto the green, then squatted beside him and giggled. How could he have the heart to watch the game? He was too delighted from finding his lover. He knew that his lover would certainly wait for him, even in a world he had already passed through.
Their bond came from the deepest part of the soul, no one could destroy it.
He just stared at his lover's handsome profile, his scorching gaze able to make others feel restless, blush inducing and heart pounding.
"What are you doing watching me, look at the game." The man spit out a smoke ring into the boy's flushed face, saw him choke again, and couldn't help but laugh heartily. This made the bodyguards feel very frightened, they didn't understand where the always gloomy, and volatilely murderous King of Hell went. His body wasn't possessed by a spirit, right?
[King of Hell- 閻王爺 – Yanwangye – Yama, King of Hell. Yama Raja]
Zhou Yun Sheng coughed, eyes red, but his heart was happy, he scooched closer to the man, leaned lightly into his lap and asked, "What's your name, where do you live?"
"Why do you ask so much?" The man rubbed the boy's black hair.
"I ask so I can find you again later." Zhou Yun Sheng was afraid of having his lover suddenly disappear, it was his greatest nightmare.
"Tell me what your name is first, and where you live." The man said in a coaxing tone. He didn't understand where he got so much patience to socialize with the boy, and also didn't understand why he couldn't keep up his defensives around him.
"I'm … …" Just as Zhou Yun Sheng opened his mouth, a gloomy voice suddenly shouted behind him, "Xiao Yi, come back with me!"
He turned around and saw Xue Zi Xuan's car parked at the tree-lined trail nearby. The always elegant and indifferent man, at this moment, was actually exposing a tensed expression, his eyes full of deep fear and anxiousness.
His lover's eyebrows rose, an expression of recognition.
Obviously, these two people were acquainted. Zhou Yun Sheng was relieved, he dropped an 'I'll come to you later' and ran towards Xue Zi Xuan. As long as he got a name from Xue Zi Xuan, he would be able to fully search out his lover's life in this world.
The boy was like a butterfly, nimbly jumping over the iron fence, he ran towards Xue Zi Xuan, was stuffed into the car, and disappeared.
Seeing the man staring at the car's receding back, his expression pondering, a bodyguard whispered, "Yan Ye, she should be Xue Rui's little daughter, Xue Jing Yi."
"A girl? A girl can't be that cute. Go check it out, he's absolutely not Xue Jing Yi." The man scoffed.
The bodyguards had a strong desire to dig out their ears. Did Yan Ye just make a joke? Is the sun rising from the west?