When Nanren woke up, he was stunned to find himself in bed. After staring at the ceiling for a while, he slowly stood up.
The faint pleasant smell that permeated him was clearly answering how he got to his bed. A warm current ran through her heart and she couldn't help but feel happy.
At least in his eyes, he is not someone to be left to fate on the ground. And it is clearly appreciated.
Feeling a dryness in his throat, he got up and crossed the hall to make his way to the kitchen.
Yellow eyes that turn green in the dark are vaguely threatening, but quickly soften when they stand in a black silhouette on the sofa.
He walked silently and leaned against the sofa to listen to the shallow breathing of the person who had fallen asleep. The slender skeleton, barely visible in the dark, is softer than when awake, yet its presence is as dominant as the sword in its sheath.
His eyes gleamed with longing and hope, and he stood in silence for a while. From this closeness, her scent was more clearly evident.
It made her feel like a complete idiot, being staked in that quiet still of the night. And he was probably just a clumsy one in his eyes.
Still, he didn't want to give up. She wanted to be close, to experience a hug, to bury her head in her neck and fill her lungs with her scent. Playing with her hair, touching her face, spending time with her, she wished for her tenderness and attention. Those slender hands running through her hair, caressing her face and running around her body...
To taste the sweet breath of your full lips..
Redness quickly spread from his neck to his face, and he averted his gaze, conscious that his thoughts were spiraling out of control.
The sound of swallowing could be heard especially clearly in the room, and he was startled when he regained consciousness.
How could he let it go when even the sight of him was so upsetting to his mood?
Despite this, he does not dare to express his thoughts easily with the thought that the person in front of him is in a situation where he will be disgusted with himself. She is aware of Yun's tolerance for her and does her best to make good use of it. But he can't guarantee whether it will be tough on him when the line is crossed clearly.
She took a step back and turned in her direction.
First she covered her with something thin, and then she went to the kitchen, trying to moisten her dry throat.
He closed his eyes, hazy and indistinct, as if he had faded into darkness for a while.
***
Morning.
The motionless streets slowly began to boil as all slowly became light.
Yun was already awake. He stared at the blanket draped over him. In fact, it was more like a hug than a blanket. While trying to get out of the cover, he compared himself to a butterfly coming out of the cocoon and struggled with it for a while. Nanren seemed to be aware of her irregular habit of sleeping in bed. He literally wrapped her up like a swaddling doll! Woke up early in the morning with the sweltering heat, when it was wrapped as smoothly as a leaf wrap.
Kicking the quilt with her foot wouldn't work! Therefore, his efforts to get rid of the duvet completely woke him up.
He wanted to fold it neatly and then set it aside, but he ignored it as he lay lazily on the bed for a while longer.
Anyway, he was already in his own house and a little mess was not a problem!
So, leaving the cover to his fate, he walked into the kitchen, yawning lazily.
She thought she had woken up pretty early, but it looked like someone had woken up earlier than she did.
He looked at the stunned person standing by the stove and moved forward. He bent down and saw that it was a simple breakfast dish.
He prodded Nanren, who hadn't noticed his presence despite his close proximity, in the stomach.
"Ah!"
Ah, he didn't expect this reaction. He took a step back and stared blankly at the startled person, then said, "The food will burn."
"Ah" Yun didn't care too much as Nanren quickly focused his attention on the food. He thought it was because of what happened yesterday.
As they ate at the table, Yun squinted in satisfaction at this service.
For a period of time each day, Nanren relentlessly comes and prepares and collects for you. Clearly, what they do appeals to the palate. Yun felt that he was getting more and more lazy just because of this.
Before Ji's family, she often skips breakfast when left on her own. He even skips when he has breakfast but there is no meal to interest him.
Unless he is very hungry, he does not eat lunch and is always content with dinner. Even if he is hungry, he rolls in bed and thinks to himself.
"I'm hungry but not enough to cook"
"I won't die so I don't need to eat"
If he's by himself, he orders dinner.
His brother Shura had taken on the cooking business just because of this in his previous life, and his level had clearly become perfect over time.
And Yun, on the other hand, would have been grateful if it wasn't for the compulsion of the system and the situation, let alone a fit body and a belly button.
In short, he was lazy enough.
Lately, he's gotten even lazier with all his affairs taken care of. He was quite content with himself, yet he felt that he was starting to get a little bored.
He lifted his head and looked at Nanren, who had been mechanically eating without making a sound all along. He raised his eyebrows.
A little too quiet today?
Thinking of yesterday, Yun sighed, thinking that he would return to normal after a while.
But clearly this did not happen even until evening. Yun entered the virtual reality game that he occasionally enters.
Nanren, on the other hand, suppressed his strange impulse to ask questions and sat down in bewilderment.
He had an extremely realistic dream last night. But the dream was a slice of his previous life. It was more like a memory than a dream.
At that time, he was still living with his uncle and had not met the Ji family. He was working in his dream to make his life even more comfortable, and he encountered Yun, who was quite young at the time. Clearly the two didn't know each other, and their first date was just like an ordinary stranger.
But strangely...
Yun was a very very different person.
At least it's more relaxed, more childlike than it is now. No, he's more of a frivolous personality than a childish one.
His eyes trembled.
He was then 15 years old. Cornered, helpless and stifled, she clings to her efforts. He thought that one day, as long as he works hard, he can escape from this disgusting environment. He worked, afraid of losing hope. He was afraid of drowning and sinking further in this filth he was in. Once he got into this mess, it was next to impossible to get rid of.
But deep down he knew he was already rotting.
He cannot be like a normal citizen even if he wants to.
He was literally numb.
How ridiculous and pathetic his uncle, who had actually looked like a beast as a child, now seemed to him. He even felt that he was enjoying her vanishing into this mess more than the feeling of hatred. He secretly made trouble for his uncle many times. So much so that one day he was almost beaten to death by gang members. Yet that stupid uncle never doubted him. When Nanren felt boring, she loved to squirm around and play with him. Sometimes he would drag him step by step into environments that strained him to slowly creep into despair.
Despite this, the feeling stuck in his heart like a thorn, maybe because he couldn't do what he wanted, and maybe because he saw it as an obstacle. She hates it and has become obsessed with the desire to kill him. It is as if when he disappears, all the troubles of the past will suddenly disappear like magic.
Because in all his memories, his uncle had become a symbol representing those shackles. It was clearly the living image of captivity.
And again, one of those ordinary days. Prepared to go to work.
He had applied for a part time job somewhere and was called in today.
It wasn't hard to hire him considering he'd obviously catch a lot of clients with his good looks and quiet personality. Although his age was a bit of a problem, his quick wit and knowing where and what to talk easily overlooked this situation.
He saved some money, however, it was still insufficient. However, he cannot help but hold on to hope.
That first day of work, he was in one of the rooms inside for preparation. As she tied her apron, the door was violently opened and closed again.
When Nanren turned around, he met a boy.
The silvery hair and those enchanting eyes as if looking into your soul. The first time he saw it, he was so stunned that his heart trembled. She tensed and, not realizing the strange feeling, wanted to take a step back under the boy's scrutiny.
Before he could go back, the boy approached him. Each step made him tense for no reason and put him in a strange feeling mixed with excitement.
He extended his hand to her, knocking her down, and pressing under him. He took one hand on his shoulder and the other by the chin.
In a quiet environment, for some reason, this person he met for the first time was examining him very carefully. It's as if her whole body is naked in front of her. He felt shame. He heard her soft voice as he was in a turmoil like never before and when he lifted his eyes.
"Tsk, that's boring"
When cold, thin fingers let go of his chin, he was left with a feeling of emptiness and inexplicable loss.
The child was separated, however, even if abused, he was left alone with mixed feelings, not bad.
He squinted his eyes when there was a knock on the door and asked if he was ready. Maybe being on the verge of doing indescribable, indescribable bad things and the feeling of pushing the limits of ethics and foot made him so enthusiastic and excited?
He stretched out his hand and looked into his pocket. A card and a note.
''Password: 0776548#''
Nanren "???"
He's confused.
Her face darkened with the feeling of the main character being paid and abandoned after a one night stand in the movies.
Now she wanted to find that person, stop and ask. What do you mean?!
Then she saw the other side of the note.
"Oh, this money is what I owe you. Don't be afraid to spend it. Call me if you're short.
Phone number: **********"
His face darkened even more.
Wasn't that obviously luring him with money? Was this boy inviting every good-looking person he met to bed?
She had more anonymous anger than feeling humiliated in that moment.
She heard some people call it 'love at first sight', even if she didn't realize it later. However, this absurd result was directly eliminated as it was too implausible to believe.
She was harassed that day by an unidentified person. But the strange thing is that he doesn't feel any bad intentions of that person. It was the skeptical gaze that studied him, not some hideous perversion.
And then he occasionally saw that person, but somehow he was distant and distant, as if they were in two different dimensions.
Every time he sees it, he compares it to a flower blooming on a cliff. Bright blue eyes are fading and getting hazy with each passing time. His laid-back and relaxed personality becomes more and more sharpened, and even his expression becomes one thing over time. Unfortunately, this vitality feels like feeding on blood, as if it gains more vitality as it fades. It's like a sword about to come out of its sheath, and it gets weirder and weirder, as if one day it's going to shatter the grudge that's holding it and go crazy.
This feeling haunted him day by day, somehow suppressing the urge to reach out and lend a helping hand.
What was it doing ? He has clearly been humiliated by that person, he must quickly put an end to these ridiculous nudges.
His dream ended here.
More than anything else, the overly realistic but also the illogical bits clouded his memory.
Yun is someone who has never woken up in his previous life, has spent his entire life in a coma, and it's clearly quite unnecessary doubt that something like this would happen...
Still, he squinted his eyes, thinking it might be necessary to have a nice conversation with the system.
-To be continued-