Chapter 154
Yuan Heng's eyes darkened slightly, and he tightened their interlocked hands as he said, "Since you are my ger, shouldn't you also listen to me properly?"
This wasn't the first time the man had said Wang Jin was his ger, but this time his voice was particularly deep, as if declaring sovereignty, his dominance making it impossible to refuse.
Yuan Heng said, "From now on, you are not allowed to run around everywhere like this again, and you are absolutely not allowed to be alone..."
Allowing a ger to wander alone, whether in the jungle or on the sea, was unprecedented.
His little ger was truly something else. Before he had known him, he had wandered alone in the jungle for a period of time, and now because of him, he had drifted on the sea for a time.
He was clearly such a delicate ger... one couldn't imagine how much suffering he had endured.
"Actually, I wasn't alone at first..." Wang Jin stammered, nervously rubbing his lips together as he struggled to find the right words.
"?" Yuan Heng was puzzled.
Wang Jin said, "I originally set sail on a ship, escorted by Brother Cheng and Pan Yue, but we had an accident."
Seeing Yuan Heng's confusion, Wang Jin leaned close to his ear and whispered for a long time. By the time Wang Jin finished, Yuan Heng could barely contain his anger.
"Pan Shulin..." Yuan Heng's face was full of gloom.
Wang Jin said, "Yes, it's him. He's vicious."
As he spoke, Wang Jin collapsed into Yuan Heng's embrace, nuzzling his shoulder and said, "Brother Heng, when you go back this time, you must teach him a good lesson for me. Beating him once isn't enough. You have to throw him into the sea and let him soak for a few days, then let Haiqiong eat him!"
The ger spoke with fierce malice, recklessly tattling on him. His posturing, like bared teeth and brandished claws, resembled a small beast that had been provoked, ready to pounce and fight for its life at any moment.
The little ger had been bullied before and had complained to him before, but each time he was soft and delicate. Although there was anger and hatred, it wasn't very intense. But this time the hatred was obvious, and that desperate stance seemed like he genuinely wanted to fight to the death...
Yuan Heng's heart ached. He leaned down and rubbed his long hair, agreeing, "Okay."
Hearing this, Wang Jin's frustration from recalling Pan Shulin vanished without a trace. He happily hugged Yuan Heng, contentedly nestling in his embrace.
A moment later, Yuan Heng's deep voice came, carrying a hint of hesitation that was very unlike his usual decisive nature.
"You... have you remembered everything?" he asked.
Wang Jin paused. Earlier, when he was whispering to the man, he had told him everything, and this 'everything' naturally included his past memories...
Why was the man still asking this? Wang Jin nodded blankly, "Mn."
"Then... Cheng Bai and you..." The man spoke intermittently... as if bringing up something extremely difficult to talk about.
But Wang Jin knew what the man wanted to ask from the beginning. He found it amusing. The man was usually so decisive and resolute in everything, but the moment that period of memories was mentioned, he seemed to become completely slow and hesitant.
Moreover, Wang Jin shifted slightly in the man's embrace; the man's body had stiffened without him realizing it.
Feeling secretly pleased by the man's obvious concern, Wang Jin decided to remain silent about what he knew, refusing to speak up before the man could even finish his question.
But then the man unexpectedly fell silent too, acting as though he hadn't just been the one stammering out those hesitant questions.
Wang Jin grew anxious. He looked up at the man, who was gazing at Wang Jin with a bewildered expression, as if he knew nothing.
Wang Jin said with displeasure, "Why did you stop asking?"
"?" Yuan Heng looked at Wang Jin, confused.
Wang Jin, irritated enough to grit his teeth, said, "Weren't you just about to ask me, after I remembered everything, about my past with Cheng Bai? Why did you suddenly stop asking?"
The man seemed to realize. A moment later, the tenderness in his eyes seemed about to overflow as he gazed steadily at Wang Jin and said, "I originally cared a little, but later I thought, since you are still in my arms, this is your choice. So I don't need to ask anymore."
"..." Wang Jin was stunned and didn't speak.
The man teased, "Did I misunderstand? You didn't choose me, but plan to choose Cheng Bai?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Jin hurriedly clarified, as if afraid the man would misunderstand.
Such eagerness filled the man's light-colored pupils with laughter. Wang Jin looked up and saw his smiling face. Besides the smile, his eyes were utterly transparent, as if he had seen right through Wang Jin's thoughts.
Wang Jin felt as if he were standing naked before the man, every inch of his skin being scrutinized by his revealing gaze. It made his whole body feel hot, and a rosy flush rose to his cheeks.
Wang Jin wrapped the outer garment tighter around himself.
Yuan Heng, seeing this, asked teasingly, "Are you cold?"
"..." Wang Jin felt even more ashamed. He moved away from him and walked to the fire pit in front to sit down, saying, "Yes... yes, I'm cold!"
He insisted stubbornly, almost defensively, as if worried the man might doubt him, and stretched his hands and feet toward the fire to warm them.
Completely unaware that his flushed face and reddened ears betrayed his stubbornness.
The man, in a good mood, sat down beside him, watching him roast his delicate, soft hands until they turned pink. Below, his snow-white feet peeked out from the black clothing, swaying gently by the fire. Each white round toe was tinted pink by the firelight, extremely adorable.
Yuan Heng's heart stirred slightly. Uncontrollably, he reached out, gathered the feet into his embrace, and wrapped them up, saying, "It's warmer here."
"..." The moment his feet touched the scorching skin, Wang Jin shrank back slightly from the heat. Actually, the weather wasn't cold. After the man held them for a while, Wang Jin felt his feet starting to sweat.
The sweat on his feet had clearly stuck to the man's skin, creating a sticky, intimate sensation. But neither of them mentioned it, as if neither wanted the other to pull away.
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