Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Cheng Jing had been in a deep sleep for an entire week, catching up on all the sleep he'd missed since birth.

Opening his eyes, memories began to resurface from the depths of his consciousness, like his brain was rebooting.

The despairing, heart-pounding dreams faded away, replaced by the familiar sight of his bedroom, the familiar scent of his lover right beside him on the pillow.

On the nightstand sat two phones—one his, the other Jiang Nian’s. It was just past five in the afternoon, still early.

The surroundings were quiet, the curtains drawn, casting a dim light. The little troublemaker wasn’t here, and his phone was missing—most likely, he had gone to his parents’ place for dinner.

Getting out of bed, he headed to the bathroom to wash up, drinking a packet of energy supplement to quickly restore his body’s functions.

Then, he soaked in the bathtub, closing his eyes to relax and replaying the dreams he’d had these past few days…

From learning about Jiang Nian’s rebirth to Chen Yue awakening memories of his past life… he’d secretly hoped that he, too, could awaken memories of his previous existence, believing it would help him understand his lover better.

Yet, when that "wish" came true, the emotional resonance brought overwhelming regret and anguish, leaving him gasping with grief.

He hadn’t been reborn, nor had he awakened memories—instead, he had seen his past life play out in third-person dreams, as if watching a film.

All this time, Jiang Nian had always brushed over the details of his past life, and Chen Yue’s accounts had carefully avoided the subject.

He’d guessed his lover’s past life was pitiful and tragic, but he never expected it to be that bad…

Even after personally taking revenge and tormenting those people with every means possible, he felt no satisfaction at all.

Holding his lover tightly in regret and unwillingness as they died together hadn’t been real peace—they shouldn’t have been the ones to perish.

Whether or not Jiang Nian’s rebirth was tied to this, he had begun to believe in fate’s design.

"…"

Humming a tune, Jiang Nian came through the door carrying a bag of his mother’s handmade noodles just as Cheng Jing stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing the man in pajamas printed with a bear, Cheng Jing couldn’t help laughing:

"You went out in pajamas?"

It made him look even younger than usual.

"Ah! Brother Jing, you’re awake!"

Jiang Nian froze for a second before immediately setting the noodles on the table and bounding over like an excited pup, even kicking off his slippers in the process.

"Mhm."

Cheng Jing, wearing only a pair of casual shorts and shirtless, caught him and took two steps back, letting him collapse onto the couch before tightening his arms around him in satisfaction:

"Nian Nian."

The person in his arms was real, warm, and looking at him with nothing but love.

"…"

After holding each other for a while, Jiang Nian nuzzled into Cheng Jing’s neck and asked quietly:

"You okay? Your body, your superpower—anything unusual? You seemed like you were hurting while you were asleep."

Cheng Jing patted his back and answered with a grin:

"Everything's fine, never felt better, don't worry."

Then his tone shifted:

"Nian Nian, I was trapped in nightmares and saw things from our past life. It wasn’t regaining memories—I genuinely dreamed about it, saw myself going to save you, but—"

"Brother Jing."

Jiang Nian interrupted him, pushing himself up with a grin:

"You must be hungry after sleeping for so many days. Let me make you something to eat first, and we can talk after filling our stomachs."

Since he'd already prepared himself, he wasn’t particularly shocked. Compared to the worst-case scenarios he had feared, Brother Jing merely dreaming about their past life wasn’t a big deal.

Cheng Jing nodded and released him:

"Alright. I just had a nutrient drink, so my appetite isn’t fully back yet. Just make something simple."

Jiang Nian gave him a smacking kiss on his cheek:

"Then I’ll cook you some noodles—Mom just made the noodles fresh, they smell amazing. I’ll add two poached eggs too, light but nutritious."

"Mhm."

Cheng Jing didn’t refuse. He stretched out lazily on the sofa, watching him work, and for now, he didn’t feel like calling their parents or friends to let them know he was awake.

Suddenly, a shirt was thrown over him. Jiang Nian reminded him:

"Put your clothes on."

Cheng Jing chuckled and pushed the clothes aside:

"What’s wrong? Don’t like it? Did you get tired of looking at me while I was asleep?"

This brat’s occasional "sudden bouts of modesty" always managed to reel him in.

A while later, Jiang Nian peeked out from the kitchen, chopsticks in hand, his ears red:

"Not tired of it at all. We’re basically an old married couple, Brother Jing. Quit messing with me like this."

Before, he thought his boyfriend being half-dressed at home was just a habit. Now he realized—this guy was low-key trying to tempt him, and every time, he couldn’t help but jump at it like a cat seeing fish, only to later reflect on whether he’d been too thirsty.

"Heh…"

Cheng Jing laughed but didn’t argue. He obediently put on his clothes, flipped on all the lights, and sat down at the dining table to wait.

Before long, Jiang Nian brought out a simple bowl of egg noodles and sat across from him, propping his chin in his hands as he watched him eat, his whole face lit up with a smile.

Once he finished, Jiang Nian took the initiative to clear the dishes, not letting him lift a finger—obedient to a fault.

As a result, Cheng Jing, who had just woken from the nightmare of their past life, found his craving for his lover hit an all-time high.

They were an old married couple, after all—no need for restraint. He immediately nuzzled shamelessly from behind the man in front of the sink, wrapping his arms around him:

"Nian Nian, give me some comfort first, hm?"

That drawn-out, rising "hm" made Jiang Nian’s hand tremble around the bowl. This time, the man wasn’t seducing him by taking off his clothes—he was switching to straight-up *sajiao*, and it worked even better. In the end, whatever move Brother Jing pulled, he was helpless against it.

Unable to suppress his itching desire, he turned around and asked:

"Here?"

Cheng Jing didn’t answer, simply lowering his head to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

The interplay of light and shadow was just right, and the torrent of passion ignited uncontrollably the moment their lips met.

Driven by some inexplicable emotion, Cheng Jing pinned him with desperate hunger, kissing him relentlessly.

Of course, they didn’t actually take things too far in the kitchen.

By the time they called a tactical retreat and returned to the room, Jiang Nian was already a little dizzy from breathlessness. Dazed, he stayed the man’s hand as he reached for a box:

"I don’t want to use those today…"

With his Superpower, there was no need to worry about safety—it was just cutting out the middleman.

Cheng Jing leaned down to kiss his eyelids:

"Alright, we won’t."

But the moment he bent over, his brat blurted out:

"I want to try an electrified Brother Jing. Insulation kills the fun."

"……"

Cheng Jing went statue-still:

"You… do you even know what you’re saying?"

Only his man would make such demands!

Jiang Nian teased him by pinching his cheek:

"Can’t control your power? Not in control?"

Cheng Jing immediately denied it:

"It’s not that I can’t—I can control it. It’s just… what put this wild idea in your head?"

How could he not handle it? He was born for this!

"Saw you powering up during training that day—the lightning and fire were so hot it got me thinking. Come on, Brother Jing."

Jiang Nian grinned slyly, not about to confess it was inspired by *Chu Yi*.

"I’m afraid you’ll cry…"

Cheng Jing didn’t believe him. What kind of deviant would watch that scene and think of using it in bed?!

But it was exactly what he'd fantasized about. He’d actually considered it not long after awakening his Superpower—he just hadn’t dared bring it up, afraid this one would call him a pervert. Now, though…

Jiang Nian wore that infuriating smirk:

"Like you haven’t made me cry before."

Then he leaned in to brush a kiss against his smile:

"Let’s make it our victory celebration—for us being together and well in this lifetime."

"Mhm."

Ravenous mouths drowned all conscious thought, the love two lifetimes in the making surging forth.