The kiss was really light.
How should he describe it?
Yin Yeyou’s understanding of language in this world wasn’t very proficient, so he couldn’t come up with profound words or descriptions. With limited knowledge, most of his energy was focused on learning how to win Bai Muxing’s favor, so he couldn’t make eloquent descriptions.
If he had to describe it using his meager vocabulary and knowledge, it would probably be like a feather, a gentle breeze, or the morning sunlight sneaking in through the cracks.
With a slight warmth, it fell on Yin Yeyou’s lips so softly.
The kiss was so subtle, it felt like an illusion.
But Yin Yeyou knew it wasn’t an illusion; his innately keen perception never faltered.
It was just this tiny bit of warmth.
For those accustomed to walking in the sunlight, this might seem like a mundane event. But for a creature who had wandered in darkness for so long, this fleeting warmth, as ephemeral as an illusion, felt scorching, like the blaze of the sun.
In the moment it landed, there was almost a sensation of something being incinerated, bordering on pain.
Yin Yeyou called out to Bai Muxing as if in a daze, “…Muxing?”
Perhaps because it was too unbelievable, his tone distorted, emitting vague, non-human-like sounds from his throat, betraying only a faint recognition of Bai Muxing’s name.
If Bai Muxing still had his normal cognitive abilities at this moment, he would surely have keenly noticed these anomalies.
But unfortunately, he was completely dazed by the fever, utterly clueless and single-minded in his thoughts, even more so than a paramecium.
He couldn’t even begin to notice Yin Yeyou’s abnormalities.
He felt that he had completed the necessary steps of falling in love and strictly followed the logic. Everything was fine, and he could call it a day. Like a soldier finishing a mission, he released his grip on Yin Yeyou’s hair, relaxed his body, and leaned softly against Yin Yeyou’s shoulder.
Yin Yeyou’s body stiffened as his acute senses detected Bai Muxing’s breath on his shoulder, carrying a faint warmth. Due to their awkward position, there was a slight rustling sound as their bodies met.
With Bai Muxing’s head lowered, his hair slid into the space between his neck.
In that moment, it felt as if there was an illusion—
All of Yin Yeyou’s senses seemed to be invaded by Bai Muxing.
Yin Yeyou sat there dumbfounded, stiff as a board, resembling nothing more than a silly, awkward dog who had used up all its brainpower to change its body shape.
While he often teased the cat to grab its attention, when the cat actually lowered its aloof head and pressed its soft and silky fur against his shoulder, purring as it nested there, he found himself at a loss, his mouth hanging open in bewilderment.
Apart from the sound of breathing against his shoulder, he couldn’t perceive anything related to Bai Muxing. All this despite being in human form and hearing the noises of air currents and small animals rustling in the darkness, which was vibrant and lively.
But at this moment, he seemed to have returned to those long, endless years without reason and light, where all perceptions were darkness and stillness.
Even when encountering magnetic storms capable of tearing everything apart occasionally, to him, it was just a distorted form of darkness, nothing extraordinary. To humans, a storm’s eye that could devour everything was akin to pebbles falling on their bodies, causing a slight shiver before falling off.
Of course, it wasn’t to say that there would be no impact at all, as there would still be some sense of pain.
—However, at that time, even the meaning of pain was foreign to him.
In short, as long as he didn’t die, nothing mattered in his life. It wasn’t worth caring about and wouldn’t be remembered.
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Their race carried the blood of the gods flowing through them. Although it had been diluted through countless generations to a degree insufficient to break through the dimensional barriers and transcend this universe into a higher-dimensional world. Yet, they did possess a portion of the power of the gods.
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Yijia.
This was the name left by the mother goddess when she walked into the universe when she was immature. It was passed down orally by ancient humans and was recorded in classics thousands of years ago, after the birth of writing.
Later, the Mother Goddess broke through the shackles of the rules and left here, but before that, she had already left her bloodline in the world. The abandoned and incomplete blood race inherited the name of the god.
Rather than saying it was a gift from the gods, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a “curse.”
The rules of the universe did not allow the existence of powers beyond this realm, but they also could not be completely destroyed.
Their bloodline and cosmic consciousness were opposed to each other, incompatible like water and fire, yet they could not annihilate each other. Using their bodies as vessels, they engage in countless wars that could not be glimpsed by others.
Every moment, their bodies, which could not be penetrated by the structures of other beings, were shattered by this repelling force, only to be healed, reformed, and restored to their original state the next second due to their powerful self-healing ability.
Then they were torn apart again. This cycle repeated endlessly, never ceasing.
The so-called memories and emotions must be borne above materiality, as the substances composing the body continually recombine, akin to experiencing a cycle of reincarnation every moment.
Every moment was a moment of forgetting. Consciousness naturally could not endure such an unceasing cycle.
Forgotten by the mother goddess and not accepted by the land of birth.
They were monsters wandering in the crevices between two layers of the universe.
Chaos, pain, and confusion.
It was as if fate had set a mark on them.
If there were no accidents, this was the entire portrayal of their lives.
But the rules did not leave them no room and hope.
Even if the probability of this hope was only one in ten million.
The reason they tirelessly roam the universe day and night, besides their inherently limited intellect not supporting higher activities, was also to search for the one unexpected event that would occur only once in their lifetime.
——The mating period.
During this period, when the destined mate was encountered, the Yijia undergoes a second evolution. Depending on the mate’s species, they would spontaneously undergo mimicry development to prepare for subsequent mating behaviors. Ultimately, the gods have left a glimmer of kindness for their abandoned descendants.
Yijia, who had successfully courted a mate, would establish an anchor point in this universe through the bond with their partner, like a wandering sailboat, using ropes to find a harbor where it could berth.
From then on, they were accepted. They no longer had to endure the pain of the soul and dislocation being torn apart.
This was the only opportunity in their lives to break free from their ignorant and chaotic fate.
How insignificant it all seemed.
Not every Yijia was fortunate enough to find their destined mate in their lifelong search.
The universe was so vast, and the limit that humans could understand was only one billionth. Even if they had a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, it would be difficult to find the only possibility at the end of this journey.
Every Yijia who could meet his partner was one of the lucky few.
***
It was morning at this moment, with sunlight streaming in through the window of the wooden house, gradually climbing from the corners to illuminate the room brightly, dispelling the darkness bit by bit.
The slanting sunlight spread onto the back of Yin Yeyou, bringing a slight amount of heat.
Bai Muxing’s head resting on his shoulder moved slightly, as if rubbing against his shoulder.
Yin Yeyou’s thoughts, which had been stagnant due to memories, suddenly came back to his senses.
He carefully supported Bai Muxing’s head and used his knowledge of human physiology to judge that Bai Muxing’s posture at this time would not cause discomfort.
He ended up spacing out for so long!
But there was no helping it; his time as a human was short, and his rationality was still quite limited, often only able to handle one thing at a time.
Yin Yeyou saw his own bewildered expression and intact human body in the mirror by the window, belatedly realizing that, apart from his body being too stiff, he surprisingly didn’t transform into a non-human form under the stimulation this time.
Yin Ye You was instantly delighted by this discovery.
According to the recent inherited memories he received, the longer he maintained his mimicry, the more stable his connection with his partner would be, and thus, his state would become more stable.
He was kissed by Bai Muxing just now, and he actually managed to hold it back from crawling all over the floor. After a while, even if he had sex with Bai Muxing, there would be no accidents at all!
Yin Yeyou thought with confidence in his chest. The next second————
Bai Muxing just took the initiative to kiss him! Kissed him!
!
!!!
His brain, which had just restarted with great difficulty, crashed again in an instant. The few seconds of the scene replayed in his mind, slowed down, and magnified, with a big horn surrounding the background, endlessly looping the message in his mind.
The mimic heart contained in his chest began to beat loudly again.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
It was as if a tube of boiling and burning magma had been injected into him, sending hot breath to his limbs and bones with every contraction and relaxation.
Yin Yeyou recalled a past experience from before he was conscious.
It was strange. Theoretically, he shouldn’t have these memories, but perhaps his consciousness stabilized after mimicry, and he could occasionally recall them.
He once swallowed an entire planet on the verge of exploding, and an entire planet’s worth of extremely hot magma reached his stomach.
Inside, two opposing forces tumbled and stirred between the broken internal organs.
That was one of the rare times he felt warmth.
Most of the time, the temperature in the universe was very low. If fragile creatures like humans without the protection of scales were exposed to some extremely cold places without protection, they would soon die even if they were not exhausted by the vacuum environment. They would be frozen into an ice sculpture.
Of course, by that time, suffocation would actually claim a human’s life before the cold. Humans were indeed such fragile beings.
But the warmth brought by the flowing magma in his body at that time was not even one-thousandth of what it was now. Even though, at this moment, his rationality was enough to understand that this should be an “illusion” or, should he say, a “psychological effect”?
Yin Yeyou turned his body sideways, adjusted his position, and saw half of Bai Muxing’s face leaning on his shoulder in the mirror.
Bai Muxing’s slightly long black hair spread out in his sleep and fell on his cheeks, covering most of his smooth profile. Only the slightly straight tip of his nose, a delicate chin, and bright red lips could be seen clearly. The muscles on his shoulders and neck squeezed out a slight curvature and voluptuousness, making him look softer and cuter than usual.
He looked so kissable—
The kiss just now happened too quickly; the process was too brief, almost perfunctory. He only remembered Bai Muxing’s breath when he came close to him at that time. Like him, it was deserted and clear, as if it had the fragrance of the moon.
The only impression he had was that the part he touched was very soft, and there was no time to taste anything else.
——Wait a minute, why didn’t he have time to taste it?
The more Yin Yeyou thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He stared at Bai Muxing’s lips, thinking half frustrated and half longingly: If he tried it again, he would have a clearer feeling, right?
Yin Yeyou looked for a while before reluctantly convincing himself to avert his gaze.
He shifted his gaze downward.
This time, his eyes got stuck again.
He saw Bai Muxing curled up in his arms like a little kitten.
Even though he was only wearing loose pajamas with no pattern, it couldn’t hide his soft and slender waist. It looked fragile, like a piece of flexible bamboo, tempting one to wonder about the sensation of touching it.
…..He seemed to have touched the person when he picked him up just now? What did it feel like?
It’s over. It’s over. Why can’t his brain remember anything?
Sure enough, he still didn’t know how to use his brain!
But if he think about it carefully, he seem to be able to recall a little bit. How, how to describe it…
Yin Yeyou’s face slowly turned red.
He was now becoming more and more skilled at acting as a human being, even imitating thinking perfectly.
Because he wasn’t very accustomed to being human at first, his rationality and the brain areas he could access were quite limited. Before this, Yin Yeyou had focused all his energy on ‘how to pursue his mate.’
Just this pursuit alone had already made him rack his brains, and he hadn’t had the chance to consider deeper matters.
Until now—
That kiss seemed like a small key, instantly unlocking Yin Yeyou’s thoughts.
Countless pieces of information surged up from the depths of his mind.
His race lived alone, but it did not mean that it could not pass on culture. Unlike the way humans pass on words, for Yijia, the knowledge about survival and reproduction accumulated by countless ancestors had already existed in them since the beginning of their birth. In memory, just waiting for the right key to open it.
Just like now.
He encountered his destined mate, and they shared their first not-so-formal intimate contact.
This knowledge was naturally unlocked for him at this moment.
Ahhhhh go get your wife!! Let’s go!
Thank you for the chapter!
Yijias are such pitiful existence especially the ones who didn’t manage to find their mate in their lifetime TT glad our yin yeyou found his wife <333
I totally heart this comment! ❤
“Sure enough, he still didn’t know how to use his brain!! ”
I can’t sop laughing🤣🤣🤣🤣
Why this got me kicking my feet? 😭😭 I’m so excited for him!
Thank you very much!♡♡♡♡
he’s so cute, a whole chapter on him malfunctioning from a kiss haha
can’t wait for bai muxing to wake up 👀