Chapter 22 Found a Good Friend
Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend
Translated by Eve
Edited by Kara
F*ck your mom, a long french kiss? Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes, not saying a word. However, inwardly, he was systematically cursing at all of Zhou Nanâs ancestors. But, he also had no way of directly refusing Zhou Nanâs punishment.
After all, everyone knew of his and Xiao Yuanmuâs relationship. Moreover, he had previously declared that Xiao Yuanmu was his in front of everyone. It would be weird no matter how you looked at it if he were to refuse now.
Therefore, Song Xuanhe put all of his hopes onto Xiao Yuanmu.
He could not refuse, but Xiao Yuanmu could, ah. He remembered that the book said that Xiao Yuanmu didnât like others getting too intimate with him. He would very likely find it absolutely unbearable to kiss.
Song Xuanhe didnât speak. He only smiled at Xiao Yuanmu as if asking for his opinion.
The spectators all exchanged silent gazes. They all believed in the rumour that Song Xuanhe was truly smitten even more. They had never seen Song Er treat anyone else like this before.
Xiao Yuanmuâs eyes were cold. He met with Song Xuanheâs eyes silently. His expression did not change. But, what no one knew was that the fingers hanging at his side had curled up slightly.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu neither move nor refuse, Song Xuanhe hesitated for a long time, unable to read any emotions from within those cool eyes. Then, it dawned on him. Xiao Yuanmu had not been reborn yet. Even if he really didnât want to, Xiao Yuanmu would not embarrass Song Xuanhe in front of so many people so straightforwardly. Great plans could be ruined by moments of impatience. Right now, Xiao Yuanmu must have already found quite a bit of data on the Song Family. If Xiao Yuanmu were to offend Song Xuanhe now, it would only waste all the work heâd done up until now.
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When he thought of this, Song Xuanhe knew that he could not escape this situation. He could only stand up. He was planning on taking a page out of Xue Mianâs book. Heâd just touch lips with the other for a bit.
However, just as he stood up, Zhou Nan, who was already getting impatient, shoved him with a click of his tongue. He teased, âIf youâre gonna kiss, then kiss. If youâre gonna play the game, play it. Donât exchange lovey-dovey glances at each other and force us to eat all this dog food, OK?â
Song Xuanhe had been caught off guard and ended up being pushed into Xiao Yuanmuâs lap. Their lips touched. The soft, warm lips came with a faint smell of peppermint. It was the smell of the toothpaste Xiao Yuanmu used. Song Xuanhe used one that was blueberry-flavoured.
Xiao Yuanmu calmly examined the face that was extremely close to his own. His lips were pressed together. Because his nose was high, they didnât bump noses. From his point of view, he could only see Song Xuanheâs surprised eyes.
Song Xuanheâs eyes were not particularly large, but they were very bright and clear. His eyelashes were long and thick. The corners of his eyes drooped down slightly. However, they were not seductive, come-hither eyes. Rather, they were very cheerful and bright. He always wore a smile. When he flashed others an innocent expression, he looked very convincing. People readily developed a good impression of him.
However, although there was always a bit of a smile within those pure, limpid eyes, Song Xuanhe never seriously put anyone into his heart. Mixed within his naivety and purity was the indifferent and careless cruelty of someone who lived life as if he was merely playing a game.
Suddenly, the image of Song Jiani draped over Song Xuanheâs body that afternoon burst into Xiao Yuanmuâs mind. The kiss mark on Song Xuanheâs face and the red stain on his clothes had been extremely grating, but Xiao Yuanmu hadnât been able to do anything about them. His own pride and Song Xuanheâs baffling, sudden estrangement had frozen him in place, rendering him incapable of doing anything except hide away the unfamiliar emotion and hand the other a napkin to wipe away the stain.
Song Xuanhe counted the seconds. He had planned on keeping their lips together for several seconds and just hoodwinking it through. But when he had counted to ten, the corners of his eyes began to feel a little itchy, and he couldnât help but blink.
His eyelashes were like a fan of feathers, gently brushing against Xiao Yuanmuâs nose. Xiao Yuanmuâs curled-up fingers began to shake. The next second, Xiao Yuanmu tilted his head slightly, covered the back of Song Xuanheâs head with his palm, and pressed his tongue out. His tongue pushed into Song Xuanheâs mouth, hooking the otherâs still one.
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Before shutting his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu had caught sight of Song Xuanheâs slightly widened eyes. After closing his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu used his hand to press the other closer to himself. His kiss was sloppy and unskilled as he simply followed his instincts to push his tongue even deeper into the otherâs mouth. He alternated between exploring the cavity with that lithe, strong muscle of his and sucking the otherâs lips. It was only a short moment before he got the hang of things. The inevitable wet noises that were produced from the entwinement of lips as they exchanged saliva made Song Xuanhe make a sound akin to a whimper as he sucked in a breath.
Xiao Yuanmuâs eyelashes fluttered. He placed his other hand on the nape of Song Xuanheâs neck. At the same time, he backed away slightly before tilting his head once more so that he could plunder the otherâs mouth from a different angle. Their tongues danced together in an even more skillful and intense fashion. It was like Xiao Yuanmu wanted to swallow the person in his arms into his own being.
Song Xuanhe had been caught off guard when Xiao Yuanmu had cupped the back of his head and pried open his teeth. Just as he was about to struggle free, he heard cheering from the sidelines. It was then that he remembered what kind of situation they were currently in. Although he was angry and wanted to grit his teeth, he couldnât clench his jaw shut at this time. He could only try to avoid the otherâs tongue. However, Xiao Yuanmuâs offense was fierce. He didnât give Song Xuanhe any opportunity to evade. All Song Xuanhe could do was accept the otherâs invasion.
He could only stifle his fury for now and vent it later. However, as they kissed, Song Xuanhe suddenly felt that making out with Xiao Yuanmu wasnât all that bad. Heâd had boyfriends and girlfriends in his original world, but he had never felt anything much from doing these sorts of things with them to the point where he didnât even care to find partners to deal with his sexual urges. Later on, his studio became more and more famous, so he became even less inclined to waste time on such things. He had put all his energy into his work.
He hadnât expected that this would feel different.
Song Xuanhe had always been the type to enjoy himself. Since it felt quite good, he wouldnât deprive himself of the pleasure. He switched out of his passivity just now and responded, inexperienced but enthusiastic. A few seconds later, he got used to it, pinched Xiao Yuanmuâs chin, and took over the lead.
The spectators watched with keen interest as the two of them made out as if no one else was around. When Xiao Yuanmu had hooked his arm around Song Xuanhe, some of them couldnât help but make an odd sound. They had almost blurted out, âOh yeah.â
From the onlookersâ perspectives, although Song Xuanhe was sitting on Xiao Yuanmuâs lap, with Song Xuanheâs head tilted downwards and Xiao Yuanmuâs tilted upwards, it looked like it had been Song Xuanhe who had initiated the kiss. Song Xuanheâs action of pinching Xiao Yuanmuâs chin had only served to solidify that thought. Some people secretly thought, âSong Er is indeed worthy of being an old hand on the playing field.â He could easily arouse others.
Having counted the seconds, Song Xuanhe pushed Xiao Yuanmu away when time was up, suppressing the bewilderment in his heart. He turned to flash Zhou Nan a smile and said, âThree minutes. It shouldnât have been less, ba.â
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Zhou Nan looked at his phoneâs timer and gave him a thumbs up, âAccepted!â
The others also came over to take a look and saw that it was exactly three minutes. A peal of laughter rippled through the room.
On the way back home, Song Xuanhe divided his attention. While driving, he spoke to the System.
ãThereâs something off about Xiao Yuanmu. According to his character settings, even if he bore with it and didnât shake me off and leave, he shouldnât have pulled me into a kiss. And, it was so passionate tooâ¦.ã
ãHe hasnât been reborn yet.ãThe System first denied Song Xuanheâs conjecture. It then saidï¼ãThereâs nothing off about him. Relax. After all, you saved his life a while ago. Xiao Yuanmu grew up at the orphanage. Except for the old director, no one has ever treated him so kindly. Right now, for him to see you as someone special is very normal.ã
The Systemâs rough voice that carried a thick northeastern accent had a unique cheerfulness to it:ãBig bro, just relax.ã
ãSo, youâre saying he hasnât gone out of character?ãSong Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, taking in the otherâs pensive expression. His gaze then flitted down to the otherâs red lips before averting awayï¼ãIf he wasnât acting out of character, how could he have kissed me?ã
ãBrother.ãEr Gou sighed and spoke earnestlyï¼ãAlthough you know that this is a story, you should also know that this is an actual, real world. Xiao Yuanmu is a living, breathing person. Humans change. What heâs thinking, I donât know. But, itâs not odd whatever he does. After all, you humans have always been easy to change, havenât you?ã
ãMoreover, even if he really does like you a bit now, when you gift him to someone else later, heâll still act the way heâs supposed to. Donât worry.ã
When he heard the System talk like this, Song Xuanhe really did relax. In any case, the ending would not change. No matter how the process deviated, it wouldnât matter.
Halfway through the drive home, a flash of lightning streaked through the sky. Thunder suddenly roared. A moment later, heavy rain followed the wind. Everything was a blur through the carâs windshield.
Song Xuanhe turned on the wipers. He gazed at the traffic through the torrent of rain. His slightly smiling lips pursed slightly.
A small passage appeared in his mind: ï¼ãLooking at Xiao Yuanmuâs indifferent expression, Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes and looked out at the torrential rainstorm outside. He suddenly quirked his lips into a smile and said, âSuddenly, I want to eat Jinjiâs congee. Seafood congee. Go buy it.â
When he saw the unmasked malice in Song Xuanheâs eyes, Xiao Yuanmuâs expression didnât change, but his eyes became colder. He didnât say anything though and directly walked into the downpour.ã
This was the next scene. After this, Xiao Yuanmu, who had braved the rain to head towards Jinji would then be hit by a car. This is how he would encounter the only pursuer he would meet before his rebirth: Wei Chen.
The author has something to say:
To date, three of the pursuers of the book have already appeared. Two of them are obvious. One of the big shots can be guessed. If you guess it right, Iâll give you a red pocket!
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