The intense heartbeat, scorching breath, and Liang Ye’s familiar and comforting scent.
If dopamine secretion had a limit, then Liang Ye would be his peak value.
Wang Dian held the back of his neck and kissed him desperately.
Under the moonlight, in the wind and snow, in madness and chaos, between reality and illusion.
Liang Ye hesitated for a moment, and just this brief instant caused Wang Dian’s strong dissatisfaction. He forcefully pressed the person toward himself, completely occupying Liang Ye’s breath, Liang Ye’s body heat, Liang Ye’s everything in the thick smell of blood, until Liang Ye finally couldn’t resist the temptation, willingly sinking with him, fearlessly dying with him.
The rapid fall made this intense kiss excessively brief.
For the first time in his life, Liang Ye felt someone’s strength could be so domineering. He craved Wang Dian’s lips, tongue, and breath, but still maintained some clarity to observe the surroundings, then used all his internal strength to barely find a few buffering points on the steep cliff.
During this time, Wang Dian kissed his eyebrows and eyes, licked his ear, and deftly tore open his collar, leaving several bloody tooth marks on his neck. During the last buffer, Wang Dian’s force seemed intent on biting his collarbone in two.
Liang Ye pushed against his chin, forcing him to close his mouth, his palm tightly protecting his neck, his other arm firmly wrapped around Wang Dian’s waist, serving as a human shield and crashing hard against the stone wall, nearly vomiting blood, holding the person as they rolled down from the steep cliff. A sudden pain shot through his arm, but before losing strength, he observed the flat terrain, then let Wang Dian press on top of himself.
The accumulated snow on the steep cliff suddenly slid down, burying the two completely.
In his hazy consciousness, Wang Dian heard the rumbling sound of a helicopter.
“…found him…Chairman Wang…”
He struggled to open his eyes, vaguely seeing Liang Ye being lifted onto a stretcher. After an unknown period, footsteps were heard again.
“…There’s another one! There’s another person here!”
“…………”
Damn.
Wang Dian thought hazily, that bastard Liang Ye’s luck was indeed better than his. Even the helicopter rescue team could find him first.
Not at all reflecting on his own snow-white suicidal expedition coat.
…Don’t let this be another f*cking dream.
His eyelids gradually grew heavy. He desperately tried to stay conscious, but ultimately sank into deep darkness.
****
Liang Ye heard strange beeping sounds in his ears, along with noisy static, footsteps. He struggled to open his eyes and irritably met the gaze of a woman.
“Well, awake?” The other person’s tone sounded very familiar to him.
Liang Ye irritably closed and reopened his eyes, staring at the other person with half-surprise and half-confusion, and opened his lips, “…Mother?”
Just being buried by snow, and he’d actually been buried to death? Where was Wang Dian!? Had he also come to the underworld?
“Mother, what the hell! When did you get hair extensions?” Zhong Qianyan’s beautiful manicured nails flashed by as she pinched his cheeks, smiling insincerely at him. “Little Wang Dian, you’ve really grown capable, haven’t you? Your dad and I aren’t dead yet, and you’re playing with these death-seeking things again. What did you promise me before going abroad?!”
Liang Ye slowly blinked, looking at the exquisite and beautiful woman in front of him. Although she looked eight or nine parts like Wang Xuisui, she just looked like an ordinary person. Wang Xuisui would absolutely never be this intimate with him.
Zhong Qianyan pinched his face and shook it left and right, coldly laughing, “Now that you know to be afraid, it’s too late. You dared to hide from us the two times you were hospitalized in a coma. Are you still expecting us to collect your corpse?”
Liang Ye gripped her wrist and used a little strength to move her hand away, looking around for Wang Dian, but only saw a strange, unfamiliar, and narrow room, with a nauseating smell in the air, and iron boxes emitting weird noises.
“Where’s Wang Dian?” he looked at Zhong Qianyan.
Zhong Qianyan was stunned for a moment, “Aren’t you right here?”
“Zhen is not Wang Dian.” Liang Ye’s expression instantly became serious, wanting to push her away and get out of bed.
Then he saw the woman in front of him frown deeply, pressing a strange switch nearby, then taking out a small black object, speaking nervously, “…his mental state isn’t good right now…of course to psychiatry…got all his previous medical records…have Mark come over.”
Liang Ye keenly heard many footsteps, instantly becoming vigilant, narrowing his eyes to look at the doorway. The people who entered were dressed extremely strangely, with very short-cut hair, but he could tell they had no martial arts skills or internal energy—one finger could easily kill them.
“Don’t be nervous, baby.” Seeing his vigilant and defensive appearance, Zhong Qianyan’s tone instantly softened. She reached out to pat his back, saying gently, “They’re all doctors. You’ll get better soon.”
“Zhen is not Wang Dian.” Liang Ye frowned. “You should be looking for people now.”
Zhong Qianyan’s gaze instantly became sympathetic, wanting to speak but stopping herself as she looked at him, turning to the doctor. “Mark, he seems to have an identity disorder right now.”
“I’ve already seen his previous medical records…”
Liang Ye watched as several ugly foreigners in front of him started speaking gibberish at him, then saw someone walking towards him with a long, thin needle. His eyes grew cold, his patience completely exhausted.
****
Wang Dian slowly opened his eyes, momentarily pained by the color of the ceiling. The smell of disinfectant in the air instantly made his blood run cold.
Had he failed?
Then what was the Liang Ye he saw?
An illusion?
Impossible.
His facial expression instantly twisted. He abruptly sat up from the bed, carelessly pulling out the lines and IV needle from his body, turning his head urgently to look for Liang Ye.
Why hadn’t he gone back?
The power of that bone clearly hadn’t been exhausted, it was fully capable of supporting him to travel through time once more. Even if it meant defying heaven, this broken bone had a reason to exist. If it shattered to dust, no one would be able to send him back to modern times. Something must have gone wrong…
Calm down. Wang Dian, calm down.
He watched as doctors and nurses ran towards him, their shouts seemingly submerged underwater, faint and distant, unclear. Their fearful and anxious expressions made him resistant and irritated.
“Sir, please calm down first and return to the hospital bed, okay?”
“You’re severely anemic right now…”
“Sir… sir… are you listening…?”
“The rescue team brought you here…”
“…What’s your name, sir? We’re trying to contact your family…”
Why hadn’t he succeeded!?
He had clearly caught Liang Ye!
Ten minutes later.
Wang Dian, with a cold expression, looked at the little nurse who was almost scared to tears, “So what you’re saying is that the rescue team found two people at that time?”
“Yes.” The little nurse, rigid under his gaze, said, “The gentleman who encountered danger with you contacted his family first… At the family’s request, he was sent to a private hospital for treatment… You were found two hours later than that gentleman…”
Hope instantly reignited in Wang Dian’s heart.
“Which hospital was he sent to?”
“That—” The little nurse stammered, “This is personal privacy. According to regulations, we can’t disclose it.”
Wang Dian raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, then a moment later, as if waking from a dream, lowered it and smiled politely at her, “I’m sorry, I was quite emotional just now. May I borrow a phone?”
Half an hour later, a car stopped at the entrance of a private hospital.
Wang Dian glanced at the familiar hospital logo, and his heart, which had been suspended, instantly relaxed by half. If he had been sent to his own family’s hospital, it must definitely be Liang Ye.
His almost stagnant heart began to beat violently again. He even started to feel hot and had to take off his coat and drape it over his arm. Passing by the glass door, he habitually glanced at the reflection in it, then quickly withdrew his gaze.
With the real Liang Ye existing, there was no need for an illusory image as a substitute.
Click, click, click.
Footsteps echoed in the spacious and clean corridor. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. The electronic screen displayed the current time, the flashing red dot pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Liang Ye.
Wang Dian took a deep breath. There was still a faint tooth mark on the side of his neck, fully confirming Liang Ye’s existence to him.
Liang Ye had come to his world.
This was far more exciting and pleasurable than him returning to Northern Liang.
A strange, bizarre, dazzling world—no matter how capable Liang Ye was, the only person he knew and could rely on here was himself.
He should open his arms to welcome his lover.
And incidentally weave a net that was airtight yet seamless, using love and desire to build a frame, creating a tight cage to completely and forever control Liang Ye in the palm of his hand.
No escape.
No one could take him away.
Wang Dian’s breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes flashing with malicious yet expectant light. He had to raise his hand to undo two buttons on his shirt to breathe more smoothly.
He had already imagined how he should pose to kiss his Liang Ye, how to enter Liang Ye’s body, how to bite his intact neck, and with what depth and passion to welcome Liang Ye’s arrival.
A vivid, real Liang Ye.
Terrible hunger surged from his stomach. Wang Dian licked his dry lips, his mouth curving into a peaceful arc, planning to first use a gentle exterior to confuse and soothe his panicked and helpless lover.
His palm gripped the cold door handle, then pushed the door open without hesitation.
Noisy sounds rushed toward Wang Dian.
The black pupils rigidly turned twice, and he saw doctors moaning in pain scattered all over and nurses trembling in the corner, as well as Liang Ye who was holding his mother in his arms with a posture of disdain and contempt.
Wang Dian had imagined countless first sentences to say to Liang Ye after their reunion—passionate, urgent, heart-wrenching—but never would it be—
“Liang Ye, let go of my mom.”
