Pretend to be crazy

Shen Yan was utterly shocked.

Is this something you can learn?!

After Blaze finished speaking, he walked toward him. Shen Yan stopped him once again. This time, Blaze seemed a little confused.

“What?”

Shen Yan adjusted his mindset and took the initiative to walk up to him.

Blaze tilted his head slightly and leaned his face closer.

However, Shen Yan only cupped Blaze’s head and gently shook it from side to side. “I was making it up. There’s no such rule.”

Blaze narrowed his eyes. “You’re messing with me.”

Shen Yan: “I won’t do it again, okay?”

Blaze grabbed his wrist, his emerald-green eyes like a serpent lurking in the dense forest, ready to deliver a lethal strike.

“And you think I can just let this slide?” he said, tightening his grip on his hand. His voice was heavy. “You’ve got some nerve.”

Shen Yan looked at him, softened his tone, and said, “What do you want to do about it? As long as you forgive me, I’ll do whatever you say.”

He threw the problem back at him.

According to Blaze’s way of handling things, people who dared to mess with him usually faced two outcomes.

If it wasn’t convenient to kill them immediately, he’d do it later. If they were easy to crush, he’d do it right away.

Shen Yan belonged to the latter category.

But Blaze didn’t want to do that.

He was different from those people.

Shen Yan tried to lower the hand cupping Blaze’s chin, but as soon as he had the intention to retreat, Blaze forcefully pressed it back.

He even gave him a warning glance.

Shen Yan didn’t understand what he meant. He wasn’t the type to back down when intimidated. His body reacted faster than his mind—his index finger and thumb moved, pinching Blaze’s cheek lightly.

Blaze’s eyelashes trembled, casting a delicate, fan-shaped shadow under his eyes that fluttered, making Shen Yan’s heart itch.

Shen Yan couldn’t take it. He quickly looked away.

A little voice screamed in his head.

Ahhhh—

No! Don’t tease the beauty! You scoundrel!!!

Stop!!!

He had been mischievous since childhood, a troublemaker who’d climb rooftops if left unchecked. At school, he loved teasing withdrawn and aloof classmates. Even though he became more composed as he grew older, he never outgrew this wicked habit—he was always drawn to well-behaved types, just to see them show a different expression than usual.

But he understood the rules of his own society, knew people’s boundaries and limits, and had a perfect sense of rhythm and control in his words and actions, never truly annoying anyone.

Here, though, things were different. This world was too chaotic, and Blaze’s family was the epitome of chaos within chaos. Blaze himself was the very definition of disorder. The reason Shen Yan had spoken so boldly before was that he hadn’t considered Blaze as a real, living person—he had only cared about achieving results, not how he felt.

But later, Blaze had helped him so much, allowing him to take whatever he wanted from him. Shen Yan had found a subtle but precious thread connecting him to this world through Blaze. To maintain that, he couldn’t act recklessly anymore.

He truly considered him a friend now.

He rubbed Blaze’s cheek and smiled playfully. “Dear Blaze, haven’t thought of a solution yet?”

Blaze held onto his hand. Shen Yan’s palm was warm, and the heat spread to Blaze’s pale skin, making it cozy.

Indeed, he hadn’t figured it out yet.

His gaze, seemingly casual, landed on Shen Yan’s lips.

Shen Yan’s lips were a deep, rich red, full of vitality. His lower lip was slightly thicker than the upper, with a plump lip bead—beautifully shaped overall.

Would his lips be as warm as his hands?

Blaze’s thoughts drifted.

As someone with power, he rarely denied himself anything. He leaned in closer again.

“Kiss me.”

Seeing Shen Yan freeze, he patiently and straightforwardly explained, “My rules don’t apply to ordinary people.”

“I’ll listen to you. Even if you trick me, I’ll accept it.”

Blaze moved even closer. He was speaking the truth. His hidden selfish thoughts were insignificant.

“Kiss me.”

Shen Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head helplessly, laughing as if he were dealing with a spoiled, unreasonable, yet irresistibly charming and beloved child. He cupped Blaze’s face and quickly planted a series of kisses on him, laughing as he did.

“Princess, you’re really good at acting spoiled.”

Blaze didn’t refute Shen Yan’s words. He simply closed his eyes, quietly and contentedly enjoying every warm, lingering kiss Shen Yan pressed onto his face.

A thought, even bolder than Shen Yan’s teasing, surfaced in his mind.

It would be nice if Shen Yan kissed him like this every night.

The outside world was dangerous. Blaze wouldn’t let Shen Yan leave the room.

Afraid that he would get bored, he granted him access to the computer room. The moment Shen Yan stepped in, he was stunned by the high-tech equipment covering the walls.

The government-issued computer he had been using made him feel like he was back in the early 2000s when computers were just starting to gain popularity. But looking at Blaze’s setup, he finally felt like he was truly in a cyber world with cyber technology.

Blaze gave him a few pointers, and he quickly got the hang of things, enthusiastically diving into a game.

Standing behind the chair, Blaze watched him play. The flickering screen light cast shadows and highlights on his face, a face that could be considered a work of art. He lightly rubbed the back of the chair with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on Shen Yan.

Shen Yan could come see him, which meant he could also leave.

For now, he didn’t want him to leave.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say something so weak.

Besides, even if he said it, would Shen Yan actually stay?

He was clearly someone who had grown up in happiness, someone who didn’t know pain or fear. He constantly pushed boundaries, testing limits, yet people couldn’t bring themselves to be truly angry with him.

He must have a lot of friends. Whenever he appeared, he naturally became the center of attention. It was effortless for him to make people like him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

And Blaze? He was probably the last person to enter his life, the one with the weakest bond, the most insignificant presence.

He wasn’t even a friend.

After all, Shen Yan had never explicitly said so.

It was just Blaze’s own wishful thinking.

His expression darkened.

Shen Yan, feeling a sudden chill down his spine, stopped playing and turned to look at him.

Blaze stared at him coldly from beneath lowered eyelids, saying nothing.

Shen Yan’s gaze traveled from his icy face down to his tightly clenched hands gripping the chair, and suddenly, he understood.

“Come play with me,” he poked at the bulging veins on the back of Blaze’s hand. “Why are you sulking? I was just playing a round to warm up first.”

“If I used your account and played too badly, wouldn’t that embarrass you?”

Blaze’s expression eased slightly. He tapped the back of the chair twice, then pulled a mechanism.

The single chair transformed into a sofa.

Shen Yan curiously observed the internal components shifting. Blaze sat down to his left, staring straight at him.

Blaze was much more open online than in person.

If this were the online version of Blaze, he would have already started rambling by now.

But he remained silent, so Shen Yan hesitantly connected another controller and handed it to him.

Blaze took it but still didn’t look away.

As their eyes met, Shen Yan suddenly understood. He leaned over and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek.

Blaze turned his head, his tense brows finally relaxing. The dark, oppressive aura surrounding him dissipated.

He leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, flexing his fingers as he selected his character.

“Start,” he said, finally sounding like a nineteen-year-old. “I don’t care if you suck.”

Hearing this, Shen Yan deliberately chose a support character and, in a high-pitched, exaggerated voice, said, “Wow, little bro is so amazing, so talented, so awesome, my favorite little bro!”

Blaze didn’t react.

Shen Yan, grinning, turned to look at him. “Why isn’t little bro say—”

His words trailed off.

Seeing Blaze’s face, flushed red even under the dim lighting, his lips pressed together in apparent displeasure, Shen Yan silently turned back to the screen.

Damn mouth.

You really need to stop running.