C10 Chapter 10

In the darkness of the room, by the light from the window, one could see a thin wisp of smoke slowly rising. In the darkness, there was a spark that slowly burned, as if it had a special smell of the night.

Yan Moxiao slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on an uncomfortable bed. The surrounding darkness made him not know where he was for a moment. The last memory was the scene before he left the nightclub.

His head hurt, but it was not enough to make him unable to bear it. Yan Moxiao frowned slightly. At the same time, he wanted to rub his forehead, but he slowly turned his head. He could smell the smoke in the air. The smoker was not far away from him.

He looked into the darkness and saw a figure sitting on a chair not far from the bed. His legs were stretched out on the windowsill and his body was leaning against the chair. Occasionally, he would sway a little.

Although he didn't turn on the light, the man's face was exceptionally clear. The smoke at the corner of his mouth was almost completely burnt off, yet there was no reaction.

Suddenly, Yan Moxiao sat up from the bed and opened his mouth. He was about to blurt out the name subconsciously, but he swallowed it back midway …

That man was clearly gone.

"Huh?" Hearing the sound of him getting up, Yan Ruo turned his head and met Yan Moxiao's gaze. His expression was very calm and at the same time, he reached out to take the cigarette in his mouth.

"I smoked your cigarette. Is that all right?" He asked this question, but his tone wasn't very sincere.

Yan Moxiao looked at him for a few seconds before he slowly lowered his head. His tensed body slowly relaxed. Soon, he found that he was drenched in cold sweat.

He calmed down, but the feeling was even worse. But not just because of the wine.

Yan Ruo didn't say anything as he saw the guy ignored him. He curled his lips, put the cigarette back in his mouth, then put down his leg that was raised up high. He put on a pair of blue and white flip-flops and walked over to the bed.

"I say, have you been dumped? At your age, it's not really appropriate to use alcohol to get rid of your worries! "

From the tone of his voice to the expression on his face, there was no hint of sympathy. Although Yan Moxiao knew that this man didn't have a good impression of him, he still couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at him coldly.

"Scram!"

Now, he hated the man's voice, his appearance — and the way he spoke in a completely different tone.

"Holy sh * t!" It was clearly you who came to my house in the middle of the night to shake off the alcohol. I told you to come in and lie on my bed. Yan Ruo was furious. He ungracefully spat out the cigarette in his mouth as if he had eaten something dirty.

Yan Moxiao frowned again. But looking at Yan Ruo's face, he felt that it had become subtle again.

Very similar. It really does look like it. Even if it was the same person, no one would doubt it. But even so, it didn't change anything.

He did not believe Mo Donglin's words, but he had no choice but to believe the truth laid out in front of him. However, perhaps he still had some luck. Yan Moxiao stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

Yan Ruo didn't notice his "abnormality" and continued cursing Yan Moxiao. When he reached out to pull Yan Moxiao out of his bed so he could sleep, Yan Moxiao grabbed his hand halfway.

He could feel that the other's hand was very hot, but he could not tell whose temperature it was. Yan Moxiao pulled Yan Ruo onto him, and for a moment he felt his arm almost dislocated.

Being embraced by the man reeking of alcohol, Yan Ruo started to struggle, slapping Yan Moxiao's back until it made "pa pa pa" sounds.

"Here we go again! "Don't think that I can't beat you. It was because you didn't pay me back that I didn't take action last time!"

The two of them smelled of smoke and alcohol, which complemented each other.

Yan Moxiao turned his head away and gently stroked his chin on Yan Ruo. Although a short stubble that grew overnight didn't feel too much, at least it wasn't painful, but it still gave Yan Ruo goosebumps.

"Don't move." Yan Moxiao whispered in his ear. His voice was slightly hoarse. Then he buried his head in Wu's shoulder.

Yan Ruo really did not move. The hand on Yan Moxiao's back paused for a moment and then slowly lowered it. After a moment, he asked, "You want to find that person on me again? I said, I'm not -- "

"I know." This time, Yan Moxiao finally admitted it.

Yan Ruo didn't have any expression of surprise.

Then, he heard Yan Moxiao ask him: "Do you want to be my man?"

This was a very wondrous question. He needed an even more wondrous answer and a convincing reason.

Yan Ruo frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Yan Moxiao was silent.

"I said I'm not that person!" He was getting impatient.

For Yan Moxiao, this was not a problem.

He could be Yan Zhixiao.

As long as he wanted to, he could make the man in front of him into Yan Zhixiao.

It was easy enough for him to turn Yan Ruo into Yan Zhixiao in a few days, months or even years. It wasn't difficult for them to be exactly the same. Although he didn't have Yan Zhixiao's "sharp angle", he was better at "polishing".

However, when Yan Moxiao had this thought, the one that was at a loss was himself.