On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

While the little man on the ground was sleeping, the sky quietly changed itself from dark moonlight to bright sunshine.

Chen Qian opened his eyes in the sunlight with a hazy look on his face, and his sight suddenly caught the eye of intricate and exquisite carvings.

where is this?

He thought slowly.

Oh, by the way, this is the hotel Yu Wangxi booked.

He closed his eyes and turned over with some effort.

"Are you awake? You should sleep a little longer." Chi Mu's voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up.

His movements were very natural. He bent his arm and brought Chen Qian, who had just turned over, into his arms. He supported Chen Qian's head with his palm, and his other arm gently rested on Chen Qian's waist through the quilt, locking Chen Qian.

As a result, the posture of the two became particularly intimate.

The moment the controlled face approached Chi Mu's arms, Chen Qian's body stiffened and he almost immediately woke up from his drowsy state.

He looked up in surprise, only to see Chi Mu still had his eyes closed. He looked so calm that one would almost think he hadn't woken up yet.

Chi Mu seemed to have sensed his movements and also leaned forward, placing a light kiss on his forehead. However, perhaps because his eyes were closed, the kiss landed a little off-center on the corner of his forehead that was covered by his hair.

"Hmm?" He rested his head back in his original position, a low and lazy hum escaping from his throat, asking Chen Qian again who did not answer.

Chen Qian didn't answer his question. He was filled with an uncontrollable sense of turmoil. After a moment of contemplation, he asked in a veiled attempt to verify his position, "Did you... recognize the wrong person?"

This question immediately woke Chi Mu up completely. He opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief, "What are you talking about? What are you dreaming about?"

"Isn't it?" Chen Qian said lightly while keeping his face up, his eyes fixed on Chi Mu's expression.

Chi Mu felt deeply helpless and muttered, "Of course not!"

"I guess so. After all, you didn't drink yesterday, but you did drink on Christmas Day, but you seemed sober, at least more sober than me. And when you were taken away before..."

Chen Qian spoke slowly and softly, as if he was muttering to himself. His expressionless face made Chi Mu unable to guess what he would say next.

Should I continue to say things like "it's over", or should I say "I can't let you go", or should I just get along like before...

For a few seconds, Chi Mu even began to worry whether his subconscious actions would become the catalyst for any words he didn't want to hear, but he was reluctant to let go.

"Do you still like me?" Chen Qian's eyes kept flashing and his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing his uneasiness without reservation, an uneasiness of unknown origin.

Chi Muben didn't understand his thoughts, especially since Chen Qian's tone changed like a train changing tracks, which made him even more confused. He wished he could read minds or something else.

In short, it would be great if he could fully understand Chen Qian's thoughts in less than a second, he prayed in his heart.

But whether it is mind reading or the prayers hidden in the heart, they are useless in reality.

"What... do you mean?" Chi Mu hid the complicated expression between his brows and said hesitantly.

After saying that, he felt that such a topic was not suitable for such intimate actions, so he slowly loosened his arms that were still around Chen Qian, sat up, lowered his eyes to look at Chen Qian, and quietly waited for the other party's answer.

"What I want to say is that we should end it at the right time." It was rare for Chen Qian to have such a firm and resolute attitude in front of him.

However, in order to finish the sentence fluently, the effort he made resulted in excessive pressure on the back of his hand, leaving red marks.

Such heavy words disrupted Chi Mu's thoughts.

He suddenly realized that this was the opportunity to explain that he had missed when Chen Qian fell asleep right after speaking his mind not long ago.

So he started talking without thinking.

"I know that I didn't respond to you in time and that it was my fault that we didn't meet. Although I was afraid that Chi Zheng would see you again, I admit that no matter what the reason, it was indeed my fault. It's understandable that you feel that the relationship between us has faded, but I really tried my best to shorten the time."

"I miss you too, but I'm too young. I really can't help you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I can make it up to you. Whether it takes six years or sixty years, I will try my best. I really do."

Chi Mu's brows were furrowed, and he blurted out the words he wanted to explain, but after he finished speaking, he realized that these words were far from enough and were all too pale.

There were crystal clear tears in his eyes, his look was sad and sorrowful, and his lips trembled under the influence of the surging emotions.

"I, I...you really don't want me anymore?"

Seeing his reaction, Chen Qian was also a little annoyed. The feeling of heartache and anger was stuck in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He sat up indignantly and shouted at Chi Mu, whose eyes were suddenly blurred with tears: "So what?! Are you going to be a mistress?"

Hearing this, Chi Mu was so angry that he almost laughed.

He raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously twice, trying to control the sadness in his eyes, but it didn't work. He could only break down and cry to Chen Qian: "Okay! Then be the mistress!"

"How could you say such irresponsible things!" Chen Qian was almost mad, his eyes widened, and he almost wanted to point at Chi Mu's nose and curse, "Did she do something wrong again to deserve to be betrayed like this?"

"What do you mean by wrong? He is the mistress because he came late!" Chi Mu replied loudly. Although his face was wet at the moment, his aura was still no weaker than Chen Qian.

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about? Why are you dragging innocent people into this?"

"Innocent? Chen Qian! You haven't even mentioned me to him?" Disbelief and disappointment all turned into big tears, which kept flowing down Chi Mu's cheeks to his chin, and finally fell one by one, soaking his clothes and the quilt in front of him.

"What?" Chen Qian was stunned, unable to react to what he said for a moment.

Chi Mu lowered his eyes, and all his emotions seemed to have dissipated in the blink of an eye, leaving only his still tearful face and his calm voice, "That's enough, Chen Qian. I don't want to talk anymore. It's up to you."

After saying that, his patience ran out. He didn't even glance at Chen Qian who was lying on the bed in a daze. He stood up quietly, grabbed a coat and put it on, then turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Chen Qian became anxious and crawled a few steps on his knees on the bed, grabbing Chi Mu in time. There was a hint of metallic coolness on the palm of his hand, which burned him.

"Wait a minute..." Chen Qian's thoughts were suddenly cut off by the touch that didn't belong to his skin. After a long pause, he could only manage a dry sentence: "It's my coat. Is it too small?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qian realized that he might have made some trouble.

Seeing Chi Mu's expectation turn into even more painful disappointment when he looked back, he realized that it was too late to regret now.

While he was still trying to come up with words to make amends.

Chi Mu pursed his lips tightly, and with a determined heart, he suddenly shook off his hand and said through gritted teeth: "I'll give it back to you."

He had been holding his breath for a long time, so he took off his clothes with great force, and when the clothes fell to the ground, there was a loud thud.

"Let's just pretend we haven't met this time." Chen Qian subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the coat on the ground, and he heard Chi Mu's suppressed sobbing voice.

Chi Mu's commanding view allowed him to take in everything about Chen Qian, including his stiff body, whorls of hair, slightly raised spine, and the blank right hand that was resting on his side.

When Chi Mu's eyes touched Chen Qian's slender and clean knuckles, he suddenly fell silent. An unclear and inexplicable emotion accumulated in his heart, making him forget to sob.

At that moment, only one thought kept circling in his mind - there was no going back.

Perhaps he could have foreseen the outcome a long time ago, but it was only because he insisted on changing it that things turned out this way.

But he couldn't go back on the promise he had made. Since he had handed over the right to choose with his own mouth, he shouldn't expect things to turn around according to his own wishes.

His heart was beating in his chest, bringing with it an unspeakable pain that almost suffocated him.

The door was opened and closed.

Chen Qian was left sitting in the room, facing the biggest storm in his life that he had experienced in more than 20 years.