LGSG Chapter 43

Chapter 44: Amorous Whispers – Big Xie Wants to Lick Little Xia’s Hand

Chapter 44: Amorous Whispers – Big Xie Wants to Lick Little Xia’s Hand

What?

Wh-wh-wh-what… What?

Xia Ran watched Xie He’s mouth open and close, but suddenly felt like he couldn’t understand human language anymore.

What was that little mouth babbling about?

“I… you…”

The black-haired youth completely crashed.

The little people in his mind started fighting again.

One said, “This Xie He isn’t the current Mr. Xie, how can you believe what he says?”

The other said, “But, didn’t he say that from the past to the future, Mr. Xie is into my type… Isn’t a person’s XP engraved in their DNA?”

The first scoffed, “Xia Ran, what era is this? Humanity has already solved the AI crisis, why are you still hung up on romance?”

The second, a lovestruck fool, cupped his face, “But… but Mr. Xie seems to have feelings for me…”

The game clearing and not being able to be together, therefore not daring to take the initiative, were all empty words.

Suddenly hearing his own “self-recommendation” confess to him, Xia Ran felt like he had swallowed eight pounds of liquor in one gulp, soaring straight to the clouds.

After being dizzily happy for a while, Xia Ran slapped his cheeks hard with both hands.

“You…” Xia Ran said, “What you say doesn’t count, I want to hear Mr. Xie say it himself.”

Xie He shrugged.

Clearly, he hadn’t established contact with the main body.

Not even a sliver of memory.

But when he heard Xia Ran completely relying on another version of himself, he didn’t feel any awkwardness.

Xie He knew his own personality. Strong possessiveness, petty, and a bit of paranoia. When he was alive, Xie Qiao often deliberately touched Xie He’s things to antagonize him. Because no matter how insignificant something was, in Xie He’s eyes, it had already been designated as his territory. Others couldn’t touch it even a little. Like a beast’s inferior nature. Therefore, in his youth, he was always annoyed by Xie Qiao.

Could he really just be a soul fragment split from the main body?

Aside from this explanation, Xie He couldn’t figure out why he would inexplicably have a strange sense of identification with his future self.

Then obviously, that guy who wanted him to kill the main body had ulterior motives as clear as day.

Killing the main body, even if this soul fragment could still live, it would be severely weakened.

When that time comes, if others had any thoughts of replacing him, it would be easy.

Unfortunately, that person had concealed their figure, leaving only a small patch of shadow.

Xie He’s memories only went up to before his death.

He hadn’t yet experienced the tempering of the game instances, and the biggest intrigue he knew was only the limited space of Sui Yuan Ju. Therefore, he had been slightly negligent.

Xia Ran suddenly moved.

“Where are you going?” Xie He subconsciously asked.

Xia Ran: “To find Mr. Xie.”

Xie He now analyzed that the situation was unfavorable to the main body, with various forces vying in the dark, so this time he didn’t ridicule Xia Ran’s actions.

He nodded slightly, revealing a bit of a young master’s reserved air: “I’ll go with you.”

Xia Ran glanced at him a few more times.

He only felt that such a Mr. Xie was truly rare.

While Mr. Xie hadn’t become embarrassed and retracted the fragment, he had to steal a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by Xie He.

He grabbed Xia Ran’s hand.

At this time, his fingertips were still warm.

The warmth traveled along Xie He’s slender fingertips all the way to Xia Ran’s pulse, resonating with his heartbeat.

Amidst the *thump thump thump* sound, Xia Ran heard Xie He say, “I think you can look at me openly.”

Xie He during this period didn’t often smile, and there was a gloomy, cold energy around him.

Yet when he spoke, it was still Mr. Xie’s tone.

Xia Ran’s face flushed red.

As expected, he still couldn’t get used to such a direct Mr. Xie!

He silently pushed away Xie He’s hand.

He wondered if it was the result of listening to this younger version of Xie He’s nonsense, but now the blushing and heart-palpitating negative dizziness buff brought on by Mr. Xie holding his hand had been greatly reduced.

“Wait a moment,” Xia Ran said, pushing over the wheelchair that Xie He usually sat in when he had nothing to do.

Xie He: “What are you doing?”

His expression was indifferent, and it was impossible to see the depth of his thoughts.

Xia Ran silently criticized in his heart, although the younger Xiao Xie would call Mr. Xie hypocritical.

But this was the nature of Xie He’s existence.

Whenever his weak spot was touched, he would subconsciously use hypocrisy to weave a barrier.

Mr. Xie himself didn’t even notice this little quirk, but Xia Ran saw it clearly.

The youth’s clear eyes bypassed the wheelchair and gently landed on Xie He’s legs.

“Little Mr. Xie,” Xia Ran randomly made up a title for him, “Will sitting in this make you feel better?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Xie He’s fingers hanging by his side produced some kind of reflexive spasm.

His expression was subtle: “How did you see that?”

Xia Ran’s expression was too calm.

Obviously, it wasn’t by guessing randomly.

Xia Ran: “Little Mr. Xie, the first time I noticed your existence, it was connected to the sound of a cane. You also have thin calluses on your thumb and index finger. Then your legs should be inconvenient, but it was just to deliberately…”

He paused, and a hint of complaint appeared on his face.

“You were pretending to be fine just to tease me, and forcibly standing here, right?”

Xia Ran didn’t complain about Xie He’s teasing attitude towards him.

He cared about others, but with a macroscopic, creator-like perspective overlooking them.

He wouldn’t recklessly judge others, nor would he belittle himself.

This was a divinity that Xia Ran was unaware of.

The only personal emotion mixed in came from his heartache for Xie He’s lack of care for his body and life.

In Xia Ran’s eyes, life and death were extremely important things. The health, pain, and illness associated with life and death couldn’t be ignored.

After Xie He was exposed, other than his suddenly spasming hand, he suddenly seemed to have been placed under a body-immobilizing spell.

He seemed to have been the object of such close attention for the first time.

And with a kind, almost intimate perspective.

This left Xie He at a loss.

Malice could be mocked, and kindness could be feigned.

Then how should he respond to something between the two, yet seemingly transcending them?

Xie He was like a program encountering a blind spot test it had never encountered before, freezing for a long time, with red flags flashing in his mind.

If it were the future, his main body, having experienced more, would obviously have a relatively appropriate and quick response.

But he was still…

Xie He lowered his eyes.

His eyelashes fluttered messily on his pale face, like dizzy butterfly wings.

Also like his messy thoughts.

“Mm.”

Not light, not heavy.

But in reality, it was the only response he could give after being completely flustered.

Xie He sat straight into the wheelchair that Xia Ran was holding, like a malfunctioning robot.

And a dull pain that he had never noticed finally came from his legs.

He put his hand on his thigh, his back stiff.

He actually showed a childish awkwardness for the first time.

Xia Ran: “Little Mr. Xie?”

Xie He: “…”

Xie He said, “I should thank you.”

Xia Ran smiled.

He thought that Mr. Xie during this period was very cute.

Outside the door, the rain gradually stopped.

Xia Ran took two umbrellas, stuffed one into Xie He’s hand, took one for himself, and pushed Xie He out of the small bamboo pavilion.

This was the first time Xia Ran had wandered around Sui Yuan Ju at night.

And with Mr. Xie.

Because he was afraid of the dark.

Xia Ran also asked Xie He to hold a lamp.

He pushed Xie He, following the direction of the staff dormitory in his memory.

The corridor was dark, permeated with the moonlit chill.

The wheelchair rolled over the ground, making a slight sound.

Xia Ran then realized that the staff dormitory at night was particularly quiet.

Xia Ran asked, “Mr. Xie once came to look for Xie Qiao, did you… really not meet?”

Xie He: “You suspect me?”

Xia Ran: “It’s not that.”

He believed in Mr. Xie’s nature.

Mr. Xie obviously wouldn’t be foolish enough to listen to others and choose to be his enemy.

Xia Ran thought to himself that the young Xiao Xie was wandering around the staff dormitory because he was severely damaged.

And Mr. Xie also happened to be here, so why didn’t they meet?

Could it be…

A strange guess slid through Xia Ran’s mind.

But he wasn’t sure yet.

He walked to the stairwell where Xie Qiao had disappeared, and as expected, there was nothing there.

Xia Ran casually asked, “Mr. Xie, what’s wrong with your legs?”

Xie He raised his eyes.

Moonlight swept into the depths of his eyes, making him look somewhat bewitching.

Since interacting with Xia Ran, Xie He had always been full of various surprises, so the inhuman feeling on his body wasn’t obvious.

Now that a sharp and assertive fragment had replaced him, it amplified the morbid coldness on him.

Xie He said, “An old problem.”

Xia Ran: “Mr. Xie, you smile when you lie.”

The black-haired youth released the wheelchair, letting it rest steadily against the wall of the stairwell.

He squatted down, his hand on the railing.

Although he was looking up, it was more like a judge.

And Xie He was like a prisoner already sitting on the execution platform.

This ominous association made his brow jump inexplicably.

Xie He didn’t know what Xia Ran was going to do.

But strangely, he who always liked to control everything was clearly at a disadvantage at this time, but Xie He couldn’t even bring himself to resist.

He stared straight at Xia Ran.

A bit curious what the youth would say next?

Blame?

Concern?

Or a deeper inquiry?

His lips were touched.

A part concerning life and death.

A part representing lust.

They were rubbed against by his fingertips like that.

Without any hint of flirtation.

Yet it made Xie He feel like his entire heart was rolling haphazardly on sandpaper.

Even the moonlight had turned into a pot of thick porridge.

Boiling and bubbling.

“Here,” Xia Ran pointed to Xie He’s lips, “Little Mr. Xie mocks Big Mr. Xie, but he also smiles.”

Clearly, they were discussing a relatively serious issue.

And it involved some realities that he didn’t want to look back on.

Under these circumstances, Xie He’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

He stared at Xia Ran.

After the black-haired youth finished his action, his fingertips didn’t immediately withdraw.

Instead, they hovered in the air, a certain distance from Xie He’s lips.

Like a hook.

Making Xie He’s gaze involuntarily drawn to it.

Xie He thought.

He really wasn’t anything good.

Under these circumstances, what he was actually thinking was, if he put those fingers in his mouth.

Would the youth in front of him be so ashamed and indignant that he would shed tears?