The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Erebus secretly looked up at the Son of Light through the gaps in his hair.

Strange, why is the Holy Son so calm and composed? There is no joy on his face at all; he is so calm that it almost exudes a sense of death.

Erebus's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that all of this is under the control of the Holy Son?

When he proposed the reform plan, the Holy Son not only agreed but also added to it. Could it be that he had already foreseen this outcome?

Erebus's mind was in complete chaos. In a daze, he tried to stand up, but forgot that he had been squatting for who knows how long.

His legs went numb, and his body staggered forward uncontrollably.

Wen Yubai subconsciously reached out and caught the Erebus that was thrown at him.

The two were about the same height, and when Erebus fell, he landed right in his arms, his forehead hitting the back of his shoulder, and his loose black hair brushing against his chin.

Wen Yubai felt a little uncomfortable, but still pretended to be natural and raised his hand to pat Erebus on the back.

"Are you alright? You did a... great job."

Since he was the culprit, he couldn't take his anger out on his good brother.

Erebus heard the praise but didn't respond much; his body received other information before his brain.

A faint soapy scent lingers around my nose, clean and reassuring, it smells wonderful.

Erebus tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but rub against him.

After symbolically patting his back, Wen Yubai prepared to push him away.

But just then, Erebus suddenly raised his hands, tightened his grip, and pulled him back into his embrace.

Wen Yubai asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"

Erebus buried his face in his shoulder and mumbled something in a weak voice.

"My legs are numb, I can't stand up, can I lean on them?"

-

In the evening, Wen Yubai left Erebus's apartment and returned to the temple.

Just before reaching the stone steps leading to the temple gate, Wen Yubai saw Lovin and the High Priest returning from the other end of the road.

The high priest walked in front, his face glowing, followed by two or three carriages that were fully loaded with gift boxes of all sizes.

Lovin followed behind the high priest, not even glancing at these things, his expression indifferent, revealing a hint of boredom.

Several tall and strong knights protected them, allowing passersby to only observe from afar and not approach, but there were still exclamations of surprise and faint fascination in their eyes.

Wen Yubai saw them from afar, and his feet reacted faster than his brain. He immediately stepped back, turned a corner, and hid behind a bend.

He leaned against the wall and heard the high priest's powerful voice drifting over, instructing people to move things.

He only came out after the noise had faded away.

The High Priest and Lovin were no longer at the temple gates. Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief before slowly walking into the temple, passing through the square and the corridor, intending to return to her room.

But just as I turned a corner, someone grabbed my wrist.

Wen Yubai staggered half a step from the force, then frowned, steadied himself, and grabbed the other's wrist with his other hand.

But the other person seemed to have lost their balance, and with his pull, they fell over.

Wen Yubai quickly reached out and touched the other person's shoulder to maintain a certain distance.

"Lovin, what are you doing?"

With his shoulder pressed against him, Lovin didn't struggle. He simply looked up at him in this position, with his arm half-pushed away.

"Holy Son, why are you avoiding me?"

Wen Yubai avoided his somewhat aggrieved gaze.

Lowe's eyes were quite sharp, even though he had already moved quickly enough.

Lovin's gaze slowly moved down from his face, tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly.

As if sensing some unpleasant odor in the air, his icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, a thin layer of coldness rising in them.

"What did you do with Erebus?"

Wen Yubai did not answer his question, but instead noticed another key point.

"How did you know I went to see Erebus? Were you following me?"

"Do we still need to follow him?" Lovin stared at him, no longer bothering to hide his displeasure, and even his eyes revealed a hint of danger.

"His scent is so strong on you."

Wen Yubai: ...

Not only are its eyes sharp, but its nose is also like a dog's.

"oh."

Wen Yubai had neither the need nor the obligation to explain things to Luo Weien.

He raised his hand, pushed Lowein half a step to the side, shoved him aside, and walked straight ahead.

However, before he could take two steps, his wrist was grabbed again.

The hand moved very fast and with great force. By the time Wen Yubai reacted, his back was already pressed against the wall.

Lovin's hand rested on his side, while his other hand still gripped his wrist tightly, bringing the two of them so close that they could hear each other's breaths.

Warm breath sprayed on Wen Yubai's neck, and long pink hair fell down, brushing against his skin.

Wen Yubai felt a little itchy and instinctively flinched, but the next second her cheek was gently pinched and turned back.

"Did he hug you, or did he kiss you, hmm?"

There was no smile on Lovin's face when he asked that question.

That face was still breathtakingly beautiful, but now it held no trace of its dreamlike quality.

The wall lamp shone from the side, its light cutting a line of light and shadow across his face.

Half of her face was bathed in warm light, as beautiful as a deity in a mural; the other half was shrouded in shadow, her icy blue eyes becoming a bottomless sea, churning with storms.

Wen Yubai's face darkened. He tried to break free of the grip on his wrist, but to no avail.

He raised his eyes, a hint of displeasure in them. "Let go? Do you think everyone has such a despicable mentality as you?"

This question is too offensive. Erebus is his good brother, an honest and upright man, unlike this Lorvion who likes to tease people.

Upon hearing the word "filthy," Lovin did not refute it. Instead, he lowered his head and moved closer, his actions so intimate as to be almost lewd, as if to confirm the word.

How do you know he's different from me?

Wen Yubai was annoyed by this tactless behavior.

He no longer held back, grabbing Loween's shoulder with his other free hand, forcefully pushing his knee up against Loween's side, then pulling his hand away and shoving him away.

The movements were swift and decisive, instantly widening the distance between the two.

Lovin groaned, but his voice trailed off with an unnatural tremor.

He slightly hunched over, his hair slipping down his shoulder to cover half his face, and lowered his eyelids to conceal the emotions in his eyes.

Wen Yubai's expression had turned completely cold.

"Loveyn, you've gone too far."

He didn't look at Lovey-Joy again and turned to leave.

Loven stood there, watching the figure disappear down the corridor.

This seems to be the first time someone has said he went too far; no one has ever said that about him before.

So this is what it feels like to not be loved.

Suddenly a voice came from the side, lazy and with a flippant air of watching a show.

"Making him fall in love with you would be so easy, why make it so difficult?"