Chapter 143: Let's Take a Nap Together

The smile on Qin Feng's face froze instantly.

"Mr. Ji... What are you talking about? My sister?"

"You must have my files in your hands, Mr. Ji... Didn't you say back then that you were sent to rescue me? Could it be that you know nothing about me at all?"

At this moment, Ji Linmo suddenly reacted—Qin Feng had grown up in an orphanage.

From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever adopted him, no one had ever known his real family, let alone any mention of a sister.

Ji Linmo lowered his head expressionlessly, his gaze dimming as he felt a sense of disappointment at his own ridiculous train of thought.

However, right at that moment, Qin Feng suddenly cupped his cheeks.

"Mr. Ji, are you sad~?"

The youth's tone was gentle, his voice as clear and melodious as a tinkling spring.

Looking at Qin Feng's cheeks, a bold idea surfaced in Ji Linmo's mind.

—That's right, Qin Feng was an orphan, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a long-lost biological sister, did it?

After all, four years ago when he met the girl, she was so thin and small, seeming as though she had never seen a place filled with prosperity and technology. It was obvious she had spent her life drifting from place to place in some impoverished backwater.

And since Qin Feng's personality was so bizarre and twisted, it must have been for the exact same reason.

Everything suddenly became rounded and self-consistent in Ji Linmo's eyes.

The look he cast at Qin Feng was no longer as indifferent as before; it grew relaxed.

That's right... After all, being her younger brother, it was entirely understandable that he was a bit strange just like her, wasn't it?

Besides, if she were still alive, Qin Feng would be his brother-in-law.

Imagining this title, Ji Linmo burst into a sudden smile.

The concept of loving someone and extending that love to everything associated with them was materialized at this very moment.

Yet the next second, the man returned to reality, lowered his eyes, and raised his hand to remove the hat from Qin Feng's head.

"Alright... Thank you—"

The youth looked up at Ji Linmo, subtly sensing that the other's voice was faintly trembling.

Was he sad?

So Qin Feng smiled, hooked his finger into the man's dog leash, and shook it teasingly.

"Mr. Ji, stop thinking about other things. Next, it's time for you to fulfill your promise~"

"We agreed that you would take a nap with me~"

The youth smiled brightly as he clutched Ji Linmo's sleeve, indicating that he wanted to sleep in Ji Linmo's room.

"Time is running out. We can sleep for at most another three hours."

Ji Linmo did not hesitate. He casually pulled a book that interested him somewhat from the dust-covered bookshelf and followed the youth into the room.

"Hey~ Mr. Ji, are you misunderstanding something?"

Looking at the man sitting in the chair reading a book, Qin Feng couldn't help but chuckle softly.

At this moment, the man looked precisely like an elder accompanying a child to sleep.

"Mr. Ji, when I said you'd keep me company for a nap, I meant you sleeping right here in bed with me~"

With that, Qin Feng patted the mattress, gesturing for Ji Linmo to come up.

Now, the man's expression stiffened somewhat. He kept studying Qin Feng, as if trying to confirm whether he was being serious.

"Are you... certain?"

Yet seeing Qin Feng's utterly serious look, Ji Linmo compromised nonetheless.

The man silently lay down on the bed, though he still held up a magazine to read.

"How boring~ Mr. Ji, I feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick. Why don't we do something interesting before falling asleep?"

Ji Linmo was utterly engrossed in his reading, but the next second, a pair of strong hands pressed against his waist, and a head suddenly nuzzled right against his chest.

"What are you doing?"

Ji Linmo's hair stood on end instantly. The youth's palms were freezing cold, giving him a chilling jolt.

"Alright, Qin Feng, stop messing around. We only have a few hours for a nap. If you can't sleep, I'll tell you a story."

Frowning as he looked at the youth before him, Ji Linmo felt somewhat helpless.

He rubbed the youth's hair, signaling him to get down immediately.

"Ha~ Telling a story? Does Mr. Ji take me for a child? How childish~"

The youth suddenly found that the present situation was vastly different from what he had imagined.

Yet feeling the warmth of the man's hand as it stroked his hair, he displayed a rare good temper and obediently lay down beside the man.

"Rest assured, I'm quite good at telling stories. I used to tell them to a certain girl all the time..."

Ji Linmo closed the magazine, pillowed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

"Mn... I'll tell you one of my best ones."

"This story takes place in ancient times. It's about a woman who gets married, only to discover she's a substitute for her husband's ex-wife. Out of love turning into hatred, she ends up falling in love with his younger brother."

For someone like Ji Linmo, who was usually unruffled by anything, to recount such a mind-blowing story would cause anyone listening to shatter into pieces.

Yet at this moment, Qin Feng showed not a trace of surprise; a flicker of nostalgia even flashed through his eyes.

"Mn, go ahead. I'm listening—"

The youth curled up quietly beside Ji Linmo just like a child, listening in silence.

Ji Linmo's narration was vivid and full of expression. However, as time passed on, his voice gradually grew lower and lower, and his breathing slowly grew steady.

"Hey~ You were the one who insisted on telling a story, yet you fell asleep first~"

Watching Ji Linmo, who had succumbed to exhaustion first, Qin Feng sat up and chuckled softly.

Yet as he laughed, the youth's eyes darkened.

"Mr. Ji, good afternoon. Have a sweet dream~"

Straddling the man from a commanding height, Qin Feng whispered close to his ear.

With the youth's murmur, Ji Linmo in his sleep relaxed his brow, seeming to sink truly into a profound slumber.

Qin Feng smiled—a bizarre smile.

He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing across the man's chest as it rose and fell with his breath.

Sliding all the way upward with his fingertips, brushing past the collarbones marked with red traces, and finally resting upon the man's Adam's apple, Qin Feng lowered his body.

"Mr. Ji, are you really not going to wake up~?"

The youth's tone bordered on ghostly. He slowly raised his hand and rested it over the man's slender neck.

As the youth applied slight pressure, Ji Linmo's breathing grew rapid. He furrowed his brow deeply and shook his head slightly.

"Ugh..."

As the man trembled slightly, letting out a low gasp, a bizarre and ecstatic smile bloomed on the youth's face.

"Ji Linmo... Were you actually doing this on purpose?"

How could you possibly... not recognize me? Obviously... I've just grown up..."

The youth tightened his grip, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

In an instant, the man trapped in a nightmare began to struggle beneath him, his legs curling up slightly from the distress.

"Ugh... Let..."

A low moan escaped the man's lips. He instinctively grasped Qin Feng's hand, attempting to force him to let go, yet he remained utterly unable to wake from this nightmare.

Yet the youth seemed stimulated all the more, tightening his palm further.

"Say it! Ji Linmo, you must have done it on purpose. You're doing this just to piss me off, aren't you?"

"Ha, there's no way you couldn't recognize me... Am I really nothing more than a mere shell to you in your eyes?"

Qin Feng lowered his head, gazing at the man's enduringly painful expression with a deranged look.