The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Actually, the younger brother is much worse than the older brother. Driven by a desire to harm, he hurts his brother and also hurts himself, but he doesn't care.

As night fell, Jiang Zhiyang went to bed early and buried himself under the covers.

It wasn't that he wanted to rest; rather, his body was restless at that moment.

A sensitive body is a manifestation of anxiety.

Is it because it hasn't been cared for for a long time that it's become so sensitive?

He still eats and lives with Yu Qingjun every day, and even his cerebellum can't help but have fantasies about her?

Jiang Zhiyang, you are such a shameless scoundrel!

Impossible! Impossible! Jiang Zhiyang urgently reviewed the situation. In the past twenty years, even during his most exciting adolescence, he had never been so reckless.

It must be Xiao Chengyang! It must be Xiao Chengyang!

But why not say it? Tell him all your worries, your passionate feelings, and your dreams for the future—wouldn't that be more peaceful?

But he wanted to roughly tear through that thin veil and stand naked in front of Ye Qingchen, so that the other person could see his true feelings.

Jiang Zhiyang was helpless, on the verge of collapse, almost broken. He suppressed his inner turmoil while waiting for his roommate to fall asleep.

He needs the darkness of night to conceal his filth.

Every minute and every second became agonizing. After an unknown amount of time, the noise outside finally disappeared completely. Jiang Zhiyang couldn't hold back any longer and began to move carefully inside the blankets.

He knelt on the bed and shoved his body hard into the folded pillow twice.

Instantly, a sense of comforting envelopment spread from the skin pressed together, but due to the constraints of the blanket, the relief brought by this action was quite limited.

Her face flushed from the heat, and she even had some difficulty breathing after a few movements.

Jiang Zhiyang had no choice but to lay his pillow flat, like a clumsy and timid turtle—arching his body, revealing only his head, which was even more disheveled and wet with sweat.

The damp chill of winter permeated the air. Jiang Zhiyang stared into the darkness, his eyes vacant and dizzy. At this moment, his body seemed to have disappeared, and his remaining senses were limited to a sacred realm.

With each increase in the relaxation within his body, his rationality diminished, until almost nothing remained, leaving him utterly defeated. The moment his gaze focused, evil thoughts, like rampant demons, took over his mind.

"..."

How could he dare? But he had already lost his mind.

Jiang Zhiyang tiptoed out of bed, walked through the familiar night, past the unlocked window, and entered the dangerous territory.

He knelt down beside the bed, burying his nose deep into Ye Qingchen's blankets, trying to take away all that warm scent.

This pleasant scent, which was usually Xiao Chengyang's soothing balm, now seemed like a medicinal fragrance, making every nerve in his body go wild.

The stimulation was choking him, forcing him to open his mouth and breathe heavily.

Would such a sound be noticed by those around him? If he did hear it, would he wake up in fright, be scolded, and be taught manners in the dead of night?

Whatever, I don't want to care about my feelings anymore, I hate this older brother.

Thinking of this, his unrestrained emotions seemed to come to a halt. No matter how much Jiang Zhiyang wanted to drown his feelings, he could only feel the pain gradually rising in his flesh.

But the more this happened, the less he wanted to give up, so he treated his body even more brutally—he wanted to use blood and a blade to pull out that true heart, to let that person see it, and then he would no longer be able to pretend to be blind with a clear conscience.

On such a night, the agonizing frustration was certainly not his alone. Seeing Jiang Zhiyang's unusual and awkward behavior, Yu Qingjun felt unhappy as well, and could only let this frustration get out of control.

After drifting off to sleep, she kept feeling as if someone was squatting by her bedside, making strange noises from time to time.

Suddenly, the chill of the winter night crept up her body, and a strange sound entered her ear canal, bringing Yu Qingjun back to her senses—she seemed to hear Jiang Zhiyang's voice, desperately pleading for help.

She sat up, quickly lit the candle, and in an instant, met those misty eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Ye Qingchen..." The voice was low and trembling, like the whimper of a kitten crying for help.

"Shall we go to the clinic now? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Come here and rest your head on my shoulder."

He actually gave a command, but Yu Qingjun just thought about it while obediently resting her head on his neck, where there was heat and moisture emanating from her skin.

"Ye Qingchen..."

"Ye...Qingchen..."

"Ye Qingchen..."

The rising intonation came from his thin throat, which Yu Qingjun found strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The man released a sticky, lingering affection, causing Yu Qingjun's head to bob up and down.

She savored the sound, her eyes straining to focus in the dim candlelight. Finally, the moment she saw Jiang Zhiyang's disheveled clothes, she understood.

Yu Qingjun closed his eyes tightly, his heart pounding nervously. What was he going to do?

The estrangement between them, between Ye Qingchen and Xiao Chengyang, and between Jiang Zhiyang and Yu Qingjun, is difficult to describe in words and difficult to understand with reason.

So, does he want to forcefully break down this barrier with his disqualifying behavior?

The intense heat emanating from Jiang Zhiyang made Yu Qingjun feel as if she were drunk, her consciousness blurred, and her cheeks flushed.

Shameful? Jiang Zhiyang felt ashamed too, but in the dead of night, he just wanted to deceive himself into thinking he was a little beast in dire need of comfort.

However, desire is the privilege of those in power; how can those in lower positions possess it?

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyang's undisguised display of his rudeness is both a punishment for himself and a desecration of his lover.

"You don't dare? I dare!" He crushed this emotion and kneaded it into one shout after another.

Feeling the scent of the person beside him, the warm breath from Ye Qingchen's mouth on his neck, and the flushed cheeks from his own actions, Jiang Zhiyang grabbed Yu Qingjun's arm, trying to subdue her with brute force.

"Xiao Chengyang!"

"..."

He stopped, and everything froze...

This commanding bark, like a master's command to a rabid dog, gave him both a firm restraint and a wild, exhilarating feeling.

As his thoughts slowly returned, Jiang Zhiyang hastily straightened his open collar. He suddenly remembered the past, memories that belonged entirely to Ye Qingchen and Xiao Chengyang…

In an instant, whether it was Xiao Chengyang's spirit or his mischievous act of playing someone else, he straddled the bedding, his fingers idly waving around.

"Ye Qingchen, didn't you allow me to be by your side?"

His hand became increasingly audacious, almost touching Yu Qingjun's cheek.

"Why do you allow me to get close, yet pretend you don't care? Can't you tell me you're willing, or that you can't tell someone else you're not?"

Yu Qingjun was in a panic. His words, his actions, his body—without any ambiguity, were pure blasphemy, a presumptuous step into forbidden territory.

She could no longer tolerate it and pushed him with all her might. Jiang Zhiyang rolled off the bed with a loud thud and then fell silent.

Yu Qingjun was startled and trembled as she checked his breathing. Thankfully, he had just fallen into a deep sleep.

No, this isn't right. Before, Yu Qingjun thought Jiang Zhiyang was just throwing a tantrum, but tonight he dared to be so rude, completely destroying the line between them.

What about Ye Qingchen? Would Ye Qingchen, who is so self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, really allow his younger brother to so casually and forcefully break down the distance between them?

That's going too far. For him, giving up everything and letting desire take precedence is impossible.

No, this won't do. Ye Qingchen hopes that Xiao Chengyang will grow up well and normally...

Jiang Zhiyang's reckless advance backfired, only resulting in his opponent's escape. Previously, they were still chasing and intercepting each other in the same area, but now, his opponent is leaving the game.

Faced with Jiang Zhiyang's deliberate provocation, Yu Qingjun ignored him. She began to try her best to play the role of an older brother, giving appropriate lectures, showing appropriate care, maintaining appropriate distance, and then pushing him further away.

Freedom, monogamy for life—Ye Qingchen doesn't care about any of that now. All she wants is for Xiao Chengyang to be safe, healthy, and live the kind of good life everyone talks about. That's enough for her…

Ye Qingchen, are you right?