They are both family and lovers until death do them part in this life.

When I came out of Shen's building, it was already the evening rush hour in the city.

The busy city lights up, the whole steel jungle neon flashes, like a rolling sea of stars, the depths of the brilliant stream of light, but also floating in the day the remnants of the smoke and dust hustle and bustle.

Lin Jian drove onto the city's main road, moving slowly along with the long lines of traffic, slowly calming down what should have been a peak of agitation.

Is Shen Ke really going to be there?

Lin Jian glanced at the folders on the passenger side, withdrew his gaze, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Whether it was there or not, he was going to check it out.

An hour later, the car drove out of the main road, still jammed, toward a high-end villa area on the outskirts of the southern city.

It is still the same familiar path from years ago, with tall acacia trees still planted on both sides of the path. In the height of summer, clusters of yellowish-white flowers bloom in the dense foliage of the branches and leaves, and when the wind shakes them, it is a rain of fragrant flowers.

At the end of the canal was an open area of villas.

There was no need for navigation or guidance, and no matter how many years had passed, Lin Jian found the door by memory alone.

--This is where he and Shen Ke used to call home.

And as the car slowly approached, Lin Jian's heart, which had already calmed down, once again beat wildly and unconsciously--

The gate to the courtyard was not locked, but rather, it was hidden!

Lin Jian parked his car in the parking space in front of the courtyard, perhaps because of the fear of being near the countryside, he had a strong sour feeling of reluctance, but at the same time, there were also a little bit of uncertainty, even, he didn't dare to drive the car directly into the courtyard.

He got out of the car with the materials, walked slowly and firmly to the gate of the courtyard, and after a few moments, raised his hand and pushed the door, entering quietly.

I didn't expect to be fixed in place by the first unexpected scene of surprise just as I entered the door.

I've heard Shen Ke mention that since Lin Jian left six years ago, it wasn't long before he moved out of this garden house and into his current villa along the lake.

So in Lin Jian's consciousness, a mansion that had been deserted for so many years should have been uninhabited and covered with dust.

But that's not the case at all.

Yard in the middle of the seat of the fountain open, cool water columns in the light of colorful lamps, spraying changing magnificent colors, the breeze comes to the face, the air is wrapped in wet and cool water mist.

Lin Ma stood still, his line of sight roaming inch by inch through this courtyard, only to realize that every part of the courtyard, every subtle corner, was untainted, clean and tidy.

Including the small flower garden with all the flowers in the courtyard, the lawn that is mowed flat and clean, including the small stone table next to the lawn ......

Everything hinted at the fact that the courtyard of the house had not been abandoned at all, and had been carefully cleaned and tidied up on a regular basis.

Lin Jian A heart trembled, his breath was muffled and hot, he lifted his foot forward, walked to the door of the first floor center hall, looked at the familiar fingerprint lock, and after a moment, tentatively overlaid his finger on it.

Immediately after, Lin Jian's forehead slightly jumped, and heard the sound of "drip" to unlock the door successfully.

Like the dusty closed door in the bottom of the heart, along with the wooden door in front of the eyes were pushed open, Lin Jian blankly and shocked to enter, like hiking through the choking mundane dust and smoke that has permeated the world for many years, walking through the devastation of that obscure period of time, and finally saw the dawn of the morning light of the sky in general.

He whispered to himself in his mind--

I'm going home.

This was his real home, his home with Shen Ke.

It's that comforting nest of theirs that is always cozy and comfortable.

All the layout and décor of the first-floor center hall remain unchanged, even the double-decker kennel that he and he, Shen Ke, had built for PiYan on the wrong floor is still in its original position, Lin Jian walks over and brushes his fingers across the wooden outer beams - there is not a speck of dust.

There is also the location where the tea bar machine is placed, the note he casually put on the refrigerator before he left that year, the vase of flowers on the table of the small dining room ...... Everything is like a replica of the silhouette of the two people's life together back then.

Lin Jian's eyes were warm and dead, smothering the emotions that had already festered and boiled over as he turned to the door of his former bedroom on the first floor.

Lifting his hand to open the door, he was greeted by a scene indistinguishable from that of six years ago.

The hand puppet on the desk, the exercise book that I didn't have time to pack up before I left, the basketball in the corner of the floor, and the bookcase against the wall, the rows and rows of trophies ...... Even the sheets spread on the bed are still the same dark grey cotton model from that year, and they still emit a hint of a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Lin Jian standing in the house, as if in the air to see many of their own teenage shadow, fourteen or fifteen years old he bent over the desk to brush the problem, sixteen or seventeen years old he sat on the floor to put together the Lego, and then eighteen years old he was lying on the bed looking out of the window at the end of the night, the stars, sleepless all night.

It turned out that there really was someone who had sealed and frozen time for him in a place he didn't know, in a space he didn't know.

This home, this room, is like an enchanted castle that never opens, stubborn and silent, waiting for its far-flung owner.

A white horse passes through the years, a wait of so many years.

Lin Jian stood in the room for a long time, finally swallowing the breath that rolled in his throat, he turned to go out and walked slowly down the stairs to the second floor.

As he expected, Shen Ke's large study on the second floor was just as it had always been.

The calligraphy of "The Way is Simple" still hangs on the wall of the study, which was written by Shen Ke himself one year as a birthday gift to him.

In addition, the long case on the four treasures neatly arranged, long cooked Xuan, is that he did not finish writing the word post, and the word post next to, but also casually placed a newly revised version of the "Tao Te Ching", Lin Jian stooped down to pick up the book, and saw that the page number is exactly the first time he casually flipped to the "sixteenth chapter".

"To the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet. All things work together, and I observe the restoration. All things are numerous, each returning to its roots ......"

The line of sight became blurry and damp again, Lin Jian put down the book, raised his hand to rub his sore cheeks, and couldn't help but think -

So where is the person who properly hid everything in this house, the other owner of the house, now?

Lin Jian quietly exits the study and walks through the sconce-lit hallway, finally arriving at Shen Ke's master bedroom door.

The door was open, but there were no lights on in the room.

Lin Jian's line of sight fell straight to the center of the large bed in the room, and through the dim light and twilight sky light, he saw the figure on the bed.

Shen Ke seemed to be sleeping soundly, the shadow rising and falling slightly with his even, regular breathing.

Lin Jian walked into the bedroom and stood beside the bed, looking down at the person on the bed, when suddenly he heard a voice whispering in his ear that--

See, you've finally found that indispensable, lost and found rib in your body.

Lin Jian slowly sat down on the floor, there were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but now they were all put on hold for now.

He just wants Shen Ke to get some sleep.

What he didn't know was that after Shen Ke finished with Ansel's men, he was half forced by Assistant Xu to send him to the hospital because his body was also injured.

With eight stitches for a stab wound on his left arm and a cut on the corner of his forehead that needed no stitches but was treated with medication, the hospital's recommendation was to stay in the hospital for observation, but Shen Ke didn't have as much free time as he would have liked.

In three days, he will be ready before all the things on the stage, public security, the court, industry and information development and reform, the patent office, the run of the department of a no drop, all by his personal door to door, submit materials, confirm the application, get approval, litigation, and so on this set of lengthy procedures to complete, he only screened off the side of all the staff and entourage, to the hospital to change the medicine, and then went straight back to the home.

--For Shen Ke, this is his home.

Even though he owns real estate in many cities, and even though he flies all over the world for work, those residences that are either lavishly decorated or exquisitely furnished are just "houses" to him, and this is the only place that can be called "home".

When Lin Jian left for a while, he locked this place with a lock and didn't come back for a long time, and when he came back again, he didn't know anyone anymore.

Here, instead of hiring aunts and housemaids, he does his own cleaning every so often. At first, he would hire laborers to come in and clean the fountain or mow the lawn regularly, but then slowly, he stopped leaving these things to chance.

Here, he washes his own clothes and bedding in the washer and dryer, replaces vases of flowers with new ones before they decay, and keeps bits and pieces just as they were when Lin Jian lived here.

If at the beginning of that period of time is to send miss and hang on, then later, it is really slowly become a habit.

The memories of those ten years were a unique companion for him, something too luxurious for Shen Ke to indulge in. He was destined to be a man who would be in the business world, to keep a clear head, a sharp mind and insight, but here, Shen Ke couldn't do any of those things.

Just as in the years when Lin Jian was still around, every time Shen Ke walks through this door, he automatically removes the armor of coldness from his body and becomes casual and comfortable.

So while it was their home at first, now it's Shen Ke's secret alone.

When everything was finally settled and Shen Ke came back from the hospital to change her medication, she realized that she was tired.

The wound on his left arm was slightly inflamed, and he took the anti-inflammatory medicine prescribed by the doctor and fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up again in the afternoon and realize that he had a somewhat low-grade fever.

Luckily, the medicine chest at home was full of medicines. Shen Ke took her temperature, took fever-reducing medicine, drank hot water, and went back to her bedroom to continue to sleep and reduce her fever.

And now--

The person on the bed moved his eyebrows slightly, and slowly opened his eyes in a haze of darkness.

When he first woke up, his mind was sluggish and confused for a few moments, and it wasn't until a slight numbing pain came from the wound on his arm that Shen Ke came to his senses completely.

After sleeping for a whole day, I woke up in a much better spirit, and the soreness of the muscles of the bones of the whole body had subsided quite a bit, and physically I shouldn't be burning any more, except that my throat was drying up terribly.

Shen Ke slowed down in bed for a while, and when he finally made a move and was ready to get out of bed to pour a glass of warm water, a low whisper suddenly came from the side of the bed, "Awake?"

Shen Ke's form lurched, turning his head slowly and dropping his eyes to the side of the bed, only to realize that there was someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed surrounds for who knows how long.

Twilight outside the window, the sky is already completely dark, the bedroom is pulled heavy blackout curtains, almost no light at all, after a long time, Shen Ke only sluggishly mute voice asked, "...... Lin Jian?"

"It's me." The shadow beside the bed stirred and rose slowly from the floor, and after two seconds, asked in a low voice, "Awake from your nap? Is it all right if I turn on a light, then?"

And Shen Ke didn't even need him to do it; with a lift of his hand, he flicked on the bedside sleep light.

The warm, dim glow of the light snapped on, and both men closed their eyes in unison.

The hand that instinctively covered his eyes was removed, and the next moment, it was four eyes.

Shen Ke didn't even need to ask why he'd found his way here, just one look at the papers he'd been holding in his hand and hadn't put down, and it all made sense.

The man sitting on the bed sighed silently, and Shen Ke smiled a slightly helpless, self-deprecating smile and whispered, "Still letting you know."

His voice line is still mixed with a trace of obscure dull hoarseness, Lin Jian quietly look at him for two seconds, did not say anything, will be in the hands of the several documents to the bedside of a fling, and then first went to pour a cup of warm water back.

Shen Ke looked at the cup of water handed to his mouth, this time how dare to say anything to curry favor, can only look at the eyes and nose, obediently open his mouth, a mouthful of more than half a cup.

After drinking the water, Shen Ke did not wait for Lin Jian's action, directly took the cup from his hand and put it on the bedside table.

And it was this movement of lifting his hand to put the cup down that instantly allowed Lin Jian to see the wound on his left arm, which was still wrapped in medical gauze, clearly.

And just this one glance, let Lin Jian originally was cleaned up and organized almost to calm down the emotions once again break the dike, his pupils suddenly tightened, his voice changed tone: "You are injured?!"

Shen Ke was slightly stunned, glancing at his left arm, and when he looked up again, he saw the tails of Lin Jian's eyes, which had suddenly turned red.

Shen Ke rarely had such a slightly anxious and helpless moment, he used his right hand to pull Lin Jian's wrist, and dragged the person straight to his side to sit down, before trying to explain in a soothing manner, "It's not serious, really, it's just a cut, and after a few changes of medicine, it'll be fine."

"...... A few stitches?" Lin Jian's eyes reddened slightly as she stared dead at his injuries, simply not believing every deceitful word he was saying at this point.

"......" Shen Ke was quiet for a split second before he lost his smile helplessly and had to tell the truth, "Eight stitches, but it really isn't serious, the wounds aren't deep."

Lin Jian did not react after hearing this, still maintaining the posture of slightly hanging his head, but his eyes seemed to be glued to Shen Ke's injury in general, unable to move, unable to move away.

It wasn't until his chin was pinched ungently, half forcing his head up, and a very light and shallow kiss landed on his eyelids, that Lin Jian closed his eyes in reflex.

And then I heard a low, deep voice fall on my ears, "It's really okay, don't cry."

It was only at this time that Lin Jian realized in hindsight that the bottom of his eyes had already been foggy.

"Why?" Lin Jian buried his face in the hollow of Shen Ke's shoulder and clenched the crown of his teeth, as if he could smother all of his surging emotions back into his throat, but in the end, he was betrayed by his broken voice.

"Growing up you taught me not to take everything on myself, that family is meant to be leaned on, I remembered that, what about you?"

Lin Jian's words sounded like a cross-examination, but in fact they were full of unspeakable heartache and guilt: "When I was a child, I cut my palm with a knife, and when I was a little older, I was alone with He Zhou, and these were the two times you were the most angry with me - so now when you do something like this, you are thinking of I'm not sure how I'm going to be angry with you. Shen Ke ...... yourself."

Shen Ke did not say anything for a long time, but after a long time, he just raised his hand and put his palm over Lin Jian's thin face, gently rubbing it, like a kind of silent comfort.

"No matter what, I want to apologize first." After a long silence, Shen Ke spoke again, his voice still had a bit of husky sickness in it, and his face was slightly pale, the only thing that hadn't changed at all was this steady, calm and reassuring aura, "You're right, it's my fault for letting my family worry and my loved ones get scared, for whatever reason, I'm sorry, forgive me this time? "

"You ......" Lin Jian was completely at a loss for his well-recognized stance, and after brewing for a long time, he spat out a few words in a stifled and vague manner, "So, give me a reason. "

"If I have to say ......" Shen Ke pondered for a moment, confessed, "It's just that I don't want those people and things that have hurt you in the past to appear in front of your eyes again, and if it's possible, I hope that in this life you won't see them again. Don't see them again."

"So, you're going to fight for me and get justice for me?" Lin Jian raised his head from his shoulder, his eyes still slightly red, but his expression was stern and lonely, "Shen Ke, I don't need you to do this, I don't care."

"I care." Shen Ke smiled very lightly and said in a warm voice, "You've been by my side for so many years, the person I raised, how can you be wronged like this?" After a pause, he added with a smile, "Moreover, that manuscript of the design was clearly given to me, since it's my thing, of course it can't be trashed like this."

It was a treasure Lin Jian had kept private for him, and that's why when it was coveted and stolen, he would do anything to get it back.

In fact, when Lin Jian first came to the UK with Wen Ning and faced her remarried family, the atmosphere was quite cordial at first.

She is married to a much older man, an academic university professor, and has two sons, one of whom is a lawyer practicing in a law firm, and the other, not to be outdone by Lin Jian Dao, an architect.

A family of high-class intellectuals, they used to get along quite well with each other, but the change of heart came in the form of Lin Jian's manuscript of design drawings.

At that time, Lin Jian didn't know that his nominally gentle second step-brother had in fact fallen into a career bottleneck, and was on the verge of being dismissed from the design firm because he had been unable to produce satisfactory designs due to a lack of inspiration and had delayed the delivery of several engineering designs.

He needs some results to prove himself so badly.

On an unusual day, Lin Jian went from school to Wen Ning's house to visit her. After all, he was brought back by Wen Ning, and although he did not usually live in the house and did not have frequent and close contact with the family, he still had to show basic courtesy.

That's what Shen Ke taught him as a child.

Coincidentally, that was the day that Ansel saw the design manuscript that Lin Jian had packed in his school bag.

Very typical Chinese garden design, space layout planning is small and subtle, borrowing the landscape to the landscape gardening techniques used in a mature and unique ingenuity, and even every long building and wide corridor, every green planting and posture of the peaks of the trend and rhyme, the whole design of the presentation of the simple and slender without losing the grandeur of the atmosphere.

Ansel couldn't take his eyes off of me--

He knew that the salvation he had waited so long for had arrived.

When Lin Jian wasn't looking, he took a picture of the design manuscript with his cell phone, and in the days that followed, he made some modifications and then participated in a very famous design competition in the industry with this set of design drawings.

There is no doubt that he easily asked for a win.

And he didn't realize what was happening until Lin Jian was called home by Wen Ning in high spirits to celebrate his second son's return to the top of his career.

He coldly watched the family celebrating joyfully, unable to hold down his anger like a dark surge rolling, followed by a heavy swing of Ansel's fist amidst the family's cries of alarm.

But the white man just rubbed the corners of his cracked mouth, smiled and said to him in English, "What does it matter, you're still a student, you don't need all these honors right now, and since we're a family, let's just say that you've done me a favor and I'm willing to put up half of the prize money from this award as a reward, how's that sound, my dear brother?"

It was only at this moment that Wen Ning and her husband realized the whole story.

However, the fairness and rectitude Lin Jian had expected did not materialize.

They chose to harbor Ansel, and even tried to pacify and persuade Lin Jian for the sake of his future career, on the grounds of kinship.

So comical and extremely funny.

Lin Jian was disheartened and left in stride, only to approach the award organizing committee the very next day with his original manuscript for a whistleblowing exposé.

After a group of industry experts identified and compared, Ansel was eventually stripped of his honor and stripped of his designers' qualifications.

Lin Jian said, "I'm not going to let anyone take that set of manuscripts, that's-"

"That's for me." Shen Ke, surprised, took it upon himself to continue the conversation.

So at the same time, Lin Jian submitted a design infringement claim to UKPO, but before waiting for the result of the application, Ansel, who was already at the end of his tether, blocked Lin Jian on the path next to the student residence, and a long-planned injury took place violently.

Shen Ke had been holding Lin Jian's hand, his fingertips gently rubbing over his wrist bone with little regularity, until Lin Jian stopped for a moment as he spoke.

Lin Jian felt the fingers on his wrist suddenly use a bit of force, as if reacting instinctively, and in the next second, he heard Shen Ke's deep tones fall on his ears, asking, "Is it badly hurt?"

"Not heavy." Lin Ma shook his head and replied in a muffled voice, "He didn't actually take advantage of anything, it's not like I'm just going to stand around and wait to get hit."

Although Lin Jian's injuries were not serious, due to his special status as an international student, Ansel's violent injuries were given an elevated sentence by the local county court.

In the meantime, however, Lin Jian's claim against UKPO was declared moot.

Wen Ning and her husband testified that Lin Jian and Ansel were originally close stepbrothers and implied that the design manuscript was a joint effort, with Lin Jian having a greater involvement.

So, in the end, Ansel only got half the punishment.

Since then, Lin Jian had completely cut off contact with Wen Ning, and the incident was a big deal at the time, with many murmurs in the school. So Lin Jian waited until he had enough credits for the next semester, and with the help of a professor who admired him, he managed to cross the ocean and transfer to Penn, where Shen Ke was studying.

Lin Jian tilted his head back, his tense shoulders and back gradually loosening up, looked into Shen Ke's eyes, and said, "That's all there is to it."

"Yes?" Shen Ke's eyes heavy pain in this moment like substance, he used the tip of his nose to Lin Jian's nose, gently rubbed twice, asked, "After the United States, that period of time is difficult, how to get over?"

"...... It really wasn't smooth at first." Since he had confessed to this extent, Lin Jian also felt that there was nothing to hide, so even Shen Ke did not know that part, told him together, "When I first arrived at Penn, due to those previous messy things, my emotions ...... seemed to have a little problem , and because it was a temporary transfer to the school, the professional apartments at that time did not have empty space, I had to rent outside the school, and the price of single apartments near Penn is not low, and at that time, the money on my card was not much left, so ...... did live a more straitened life."

And when Shen Ke was with him, Lin Jian didn't take any of the cards he gave him.

"......" Shen Ke hugged the man a little tighter and said in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry."

"What does it have to do with you?" Lin Jian said in a light voice, "You also said that what others have endured, I shall endure, and, for me it is not a big deal."

"So what's a big problem?" Shen Ke suddenly asks, "Your bad mood?"

Lin Jian did not expect him to keenly capture the most crucial point, dumbfounded for a moment, before sighing, only to admit, "Yes, during that period of time I had no appetite, insomnia and dizziness, panic and gas, and more and more resistant to communicate with people, the most serious time, did not go to school for several days, and even limbs began to appear a number of uncontrollable small movements, such as Neurotic frequent head shaking, talking to myself in ignorance and so on ...... I know that I may have a mental illness, but instinctively do not want to go to the doctor."

Speaking of this, he obviously felt Shen Ke's breathing change, Lin Jian's heart bumped, and quickly added, "But then it was all fine! It was Xu Yang ...... who somehow found me, and it so happened that I was in pretty good shape that day, went to school, and then he blocked me."

"He stayed with me in my apartment for a long time, forcing me to eat, exercising with me, and it was also after his incessant rawk that he finally brought me to a counseling clinic with a psychiatrist."

"Later, I began to receive regular treatment and psychological counseling, and day by day, I slowly got much better." Lin Jian looked up at Shen Ke, gently traced his fingertips twice over the crease on the other's brow, and said, "Really, I won't lie to you, I still had insomnia when I first came back to China, but now it's completely gone away, and even stopped taking the medication for a very long time, and I can usually sleep well at night, as you also know, right? So don't worry about that."

Lin Jian's tone and expression were very relaxed when he talked about the incident, and he seemed to want to infect Shen Ke in such a way, so that the other party would try to look down on the incident and not worry about it.

But obviously, it still failed.

Lin Jian had never seen such an expression on Shen Ke's face.

That pair of originally deep and warm and heavy eyes, all the thick to melt the emotions, like a sea of overturning ink, hate to drown themselves and the people around them without difference, Lin Jian Through such eyes, it can be perceived ...... very directly that he is in pain.

"Lin Jian." Shen Ke's voice was muffled and deep, the pain mixed with his voice was so obvious, so obvious that it almost caused Lin Jian to have an illusion; after all, such an emotion would never appear in a person like Shen Ke.

Shen Ke said, "For a moment, I couldn't tell who was more of an asshole, myself or you."

He could have issued a private letter of employment for Lin Jian as the first party, and could have applied for a design patent with Lin Jian's manuscripts and photocopies of the original "Lok Chun Yuen", but what Lin Jian had just said, especially the part about seeing a psychiatrist when he was sick, was something he could not know in any case, and had not participated in or even regretted irreparably, due to the absolute confidentiality of it. However, what Lin Jian had just said, especially the part about seeing a psychiatrist when he was sick, was something he could not be informed of in any case, and it was a regret that he had not participated in or even could not make up.

So, one of them chooses not to say anything, and the other has no way of knowing.

So, who's the bigger asshole a little bit?

But no matter what, there was no way to dispel the uncontrollable heartache that sprouted from every cell of Shen Ke's body texture the moment she realized the truth.

After a long time, Shen Ke raises his arms and wraps them around the man, locking them tight.

Lin Jian's brow heaved and he said in a deep voice, "Your wound!"

"It's okay." Shen Ke encircled the man in his arms, holding him close and airtight, and only after a long interval did he whisper, "I've got you again."

So don't leave again.

And the person in his arms stiffened slightly, and after a few moments, surprisingly looked up from his arms, looked straight into those deep, gentle eyes, and said, "Yes?"

"Did you catch me, or did I catch you?"

Lin Jian eyes suddenly shook a little, his voice seemed to be like a compulsion to say, "Do you know ...... there are many times when you are obviously beside me, but I still feel that it is not enough."

"Yeah?" Shen Ke asked in a low voice, "What more do you want?"

Lin Jian, as if encouraged, lowered his eyes slightly, and, whispering to himself, slowly spat out all the crazy thoughts and horrible impulses that he had usually kept to himself--

"I want to find a room, lock you up and lock you up, and not let anyone see you or allow you to see anyone, and if you try to leave, break your arms and legs so that you can only live off of me."

The youth's voice was cold and austere, but with the most pleasant timbre, he said the most creepy words, "I will take care of your food, drink, and keep by your side without moving an inch, I don't want freedom, I don't want light, and I don't allow you to have those things."

Shen Ke did not respond for a long time after these few words, and Lin Jian, like a man immersed in a gorgeous and cruel dream he had woven, quickly came to his senses during the time he was silent.

He winced as a whole, darting a quick glance at Shen Ke's face before lowering his eyes again and asking with a bitter smile, "It's awful, isn't it?"

"...... Is this a rebellion?"

After a long interval, he suddenly heard a very light, soft laugh in his ear, and then Shen Ke, in the most unusual and calmly gentle tone, replied to him as he had indulged that countless times, "But ...... you can try it if you want."

Lin Jian's downcast eyes froze for a moment, and then the thin red color that had already faded at the end of his eyes colored up once again.

"There are times when I often have delusions." Lin Jian's eyes burned slightly, but still said in a steady voice, "I don't know exactly how you see me as a person, or even a little bit confused, which kind of liking you have for me?"

"Is it a matter of habit, of always spoiling me unconditionally and pampering me like when I was a child, or ...... when I was a completely different person ...... a man than the child who grew up with you. "

Lin Jian spoke chaotically of the longstanding predicament, "So Shen Ke, which is it that you indulge me in such bottomless indulgence?"

Is it a family member, or a lover?

Lin Jian is so in need of some substantial proof.

"In my opinion, there is no difference." Even though Lin Jian doesn't say it all, Shen Ke seems to be able to perceive all his emotions, all his kinks and all his contradictions.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Lin Jian's hair, telling him in a warm and certain voice-

"Lin Jian, you are my hand-picked, bloodless family member, and more than that, a gift of destiny that came to me unannounced in my life."

So that's the answer to the problem--

They are both family and lovers in this life until death do us part.

Lin Jian was shaken.

"Shen Ke ......" After a long time, he lowered his head, his voice raspy and nasal, and said under his breath, "You're a person who can be really annoying sometimes."

"It doesn't matter if outsiders hate me or not." His jaw was once again pinched by warm fingers, and Lin Jian heard Shen Ke whisper with a smirk, "It's enough to please you."

After these words were said, Lin Jian was pinched by his chin and raised his head in confusion, and only then did he realize that the two of their faces had gotten so close, so close that he could see his own reflection in Shen Ke's eyes.

Breathing together, Lin Jian subconsciously pursed the corners of his lips.

And the next second, Shen Ke's kiss fell silently.