Non-Humans Want to Fall in Love Too [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21.2

Ji Shijin did not dare look into his eyes, slightly averting his gaze to stare behind his ear, where he discovered a small mole below the neck. It was pale red, almost merging with the skin, which was why it went unnoticed normally. That bit of pale red seemed to magnify infinitely in Ji Shijin’s mind until it became a blur, covering his vision.

He heard his own trembling voice, murmuring in a daze. “Shi Yan, why? Why did you bring me to see the scenery? Why are you holding me? Why did you give me a blanket? Why”

He staked everything, tilting his head up like a sacrifice, exposing his fair and fragile neck, sounding like he was questioning, but more like he was accusing. “What exactly do you feel for me?”

His voice became blurred. Keeping this posture, Ji Shijin tilted his head and kissed him. He closed his eyes, his lips landing on the corner of the man’s mouth. Then, like someone throwing caution to the wind, he said, “I have such thoughts about you. What about you? Do you dare admit it? Your heart is not clean either. Shi Yan, do you admit it?”

By the end, he started to tremble slightly, turning the interrogation into a plea. Shi Yan, can you admit it? Can you give me a little hope? Can you give me a little love?

Shi Yan did not expect Ji Shijin to suddenly lash out. He froze and did not move, his hands still propped on both sides of Ji Shijin’s body. The place where he touched the silver car surface retained the icy texture of metal, yet it could not match the heat in his palm.

After receiving no answer for a long time, Ji Shijin’s entire body began to tremble. His eyelashes fluttered rapidly, but he did not dare open his eyes, afraid to see Shi Yan’s expression. He was like a criminal on trial, waiting for the final verdict to fall.

Shi Yan did not speak. Even 61, who was peeking from the system space, became anxious. “Host, say something! Whether you agree or not, you should give an answer!”

“Do not do this.”

Shi Yan pulled Ji Shijin’s arms away, moved back slightly, and stood straight, looking down at him with an indecipherable expression. Ji Shijin opened his eyes, his heart almost shattering. He looked into Shi Yan’s eyes with a desperate yet stubborn gaze.

Shi Yan reached out to cover his eyes, saying in a low voice, “You are not calm right now. I will give you time to think about whether you want to take your words back.”

The eyelashes in his palm flickered. Ji Shijin said hoarsely, “I am very calm. I will not take them back.”

While saying such firm words, warm tears flowed from his eyes, merging into Shi Yan’s palm. Shi Yan’s fingers moved slightly, wiping away the water marks under the corners of his eyes one by one. He said nothing, leaning over to pick him up. “It is getting cold. I will take you back.”

“No.” Ji Shijin’s arms tightened around his shoulders, his fingertips almost sinking into his flesh. “Do not change the subject.”

He did not dare miss even a tiny detail, fearing this person would disappear before his eyes in the next second and they would never meet again in this life. So before getting an answer, he would not let go.

Shi Yan stopped his steps and did not speak. Ji Shijin looked up at him; his thin lips were tightly pursed, looking troubled or perhaps displeased.

“You do not repulse me, do you?” Ji Shijin pulled himself up by his shoulders, his lowered voice mixed with hoarseness, his warm breath fanning against the neck. “You did not push me away. Can I assume you like it too?”

Using the same trick again, Ji Shijin kissed him once more. But this time he did not close his eyes; he stared unblinkingly into Shi Yan’s eyes, not missing the struggle in the depths.

He smiled triumphantly. “Shi Yan, you are wavering.”

The man’s emotions were exposed ruthlessly. His breath hitched. Just when Ji Shijin thought he would be dropped in embarrassment, the world suddenly spun. His back hit the icy car body, and the man’s body pressed down in front of him.

“As you wish.”

Ji Shijin’s pupils dilated suddenly as an unfamiliar warmth pressed against his lips. The man’s face magnified infinitely before him, so close that he could count every single eyelash.

Inexperienced as he was, Ji Shijin could only think of their lips touching; he did not understand, nor did he dare to attempt, anything further.

But Shi Yan could.

The seam of Ji Shijin’s lips was pried open without mercy, and a fierce tongue barged in uninvited, grinding harshly against his teeth and triggering his fragile nerves.

He tilted his head back, helpless and pitiful, his neck held firm by a large hand that forced him closer and allowed no room for retreat.

Saliva he had no time to swallow mixed with broken whimpers as the man pinned him against the car body, kissing him with savage intensity. One of Shi Yan’s hands gripped his neck while the other supported his entire weight from below.

Feeling the weightlessness of being suspended, Ji Shijin gripped Shi Yan’s shoulders even harder. His upper body tensed, while his sensationless legs hung loosely on either side of the man’s waist, looking as if they might slip at any moment.

Ji Shijin’s breathing grew ragged; the oxygen he drew in was not enough to compensate for the exertion. Shi Yan’s kiss gave him the illusion of a desperate, undying entanglement.

It was only when his mind went blank and he was truly on the verge of oxygen deprivation that Ji Shijin was finally released. The man pulled back slightly, a lingering glint of moisture remaining on his lips.

In contrast, Ji Shijin looked much more disheveled. His usually pale lips were red and swollen as if they had been ravaged. Teardrops, whether spontaneous or forced out, meandered down his face and fell into the messy collar of his shirt. The places where Shi Yan’s hands gripped his waist radiated a scorching heat; wherever Shi Yan touched, a tiny tremor followed.

Despite this, the moment Shi Yan moved to distance himself, Ji Shijin reached out with trembling wrists to pull him back, a broken voice escaping his throat, “Do not go.”

Shi Yan paused, following the pull to move forward again. He pulled Ji Shijin into a back hug, soothing him gently as if coaxing a child.

After a long time, Ji Shijin finally calmed down. The corners of his eyes were crimson, and he buried his face deeply into Shi Yan’s chest. His neck and ears turned a silent, deep red.

In this rare moment, neither of them spoke. Ji Shijin breathed in the scent of the other man; their shallow breaths intertwined, giving him a beautiful illusion called happiness.

Above him, Shi Yan’s gaze drifted toward the distance. A closer look revealed that his pupils were unfocused; he was in a daze.

In fact, Shi Yan was indeed confused by what had just happened and chose to escape into his thoughts briefly.

“I did not push him away. He is different from others,” Shi Yan said with a frown.

In the system space, 61 stood before him, the electronic screen displaying a large eye-rolling emoji. “That is because you like him, Host. Of course he is different.”

“Like,” Shi Yan chewed on those words, his expression difficult to read.

Ever since he gained consciousness, he had lived in the Main World. He had no parents and no relatives; his childhood memories were blurred. He only remembered working for the Dimension Management Bureau, entering one small world after another to complete various tasks.

Time in the Main World was almost stagnant, and everyone there had a long life. He did not know how many tasks he had performed or how many different people and things he had seen. In those worlds, there was no shortage of people who valued his appearance or power, doing everything possible to get close to him, tempt him, or sincerely love him.

But Shi Yan had never been moved.

To him, those people were all the same, not worth a fraction of his extra attention. Thus, he had walked alone for so many years and never felt that anything was wrong with it.

Yet, in this mission that started so inexplicably, this special mission target had slowly gained significant weight in Shi Yan’s heart, surpassing everyone he had ever known.

Ji Shijin.

Shi Yan repeated the name in his mind, and a ripple formed in his heart.

The man who had just been kissed so fiercely was now gasping and leaning in his arms. Shi Yan’s heart was pulled along by his every breath. The lingering sensation on his lips told him that this was no illusion or dream.

He had indulged Ji Shijin. He had taken the initiative to kiss Ji Shijin.

His large palm patted Ji Shijin’s back rhythmically. Shi Yan did not speak, but his aura softened, a change even Ji Shijin could feel.

Ji Shijin did not dare open his eyes or look up, yet he desperately wanted to know what Shi Yan meant. He forced his trembling fingers to grope along Shi Yan’s shoulder and arm, finally grasping his hand.

Their fingers were separated by a mixture of force and hesitation as the other hand unceremoniously interlaced with his. Ji Shijin asked in a trembling voice, “Shi Yan, why did you kiss me?”

“Why did you hold my neck? Were you afraid I would run away?”

He suddenly let out a low laugh.

“Shi Yan, your heart has been moved.”

Shi Yan closed his eyes tightly.

A faint, almost imperceptible kiss landed on the hair of the man in his arms. He spoke with a sigh.

“Yes. I lost.”

The night wind was cool. Shi Yan wrapped Ji Shijin tightly, tucked him into the passenger seat, and drove back to the Ji family villa.

The car stopped at the entrance.

“I will carry you in.” Shi Yan unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. He opened the passenger door, and the person inside obediently held out his arms, looking at him expectantly.

Shi Yan averted his gaze from that burning look, staring straight ahead as he circled the man into his arms.

“Tonight,” Ji Shijin pursed his lips, “will you still come back?”

By the river, Shi Yan had admitted his feelings like a surrender, but Ji Shijin was still uneasy. This relationship felt too ethereal, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. He desperately needed Shi Yan by his side.

Shi Yan’s footsteps paused. A second before ringing the doorbell, he answered him, “I will.”

The door opened, and Auntie Hong came out to greet them. Even though she had heard gossip from the driver beforehand, seeing a handsome man carrying Ji Shijin still gave her a start.

“Sir, this is” Auntie Hong looked at Shi Yan.

“He is a… friend of mine.” Ji Shijin was placed back into his wheelchair. The sense of security from being in control returned, yet he found himself longing for the warmth of Shi Yan’s embrace.

Shi Yan nodded to Auntie Hong. “I must trouble you to boil some ginger soup. He was out in the wind by the river just now. Thank you.”

Auntie Hong nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, of course.”

Shi Yan did not stay. He said goodbye to Ji Shijin and turned to leave. The roar of the car engine sounded, and he was out of sight in a moment.

Ji Shijin stared in the direction he had left. To Auntie Hong, it looked as if he had been dazed by the cold wind and had not yet recovered, so she quickly told the servants to boil the ginger soup.

“Sir, slow down. It is still hot.” Auntie Hong brought the ginger soup to the table and reminded Ji Shijin to be careful.

Ji Shijin gave a response and began drinking slowly with a spoon. Just as he finished the soup, he heard Auntie Hong’s surprised voice from the door leading to the garden.

“Xiao Bai is back? I just made a midnight snack for you. Come here and eat.”

Looking toward the sound, a clean little red fox ran in, jumped onto the dining table, and sat across from Ji Shijin.

Ji Shijin almost blurted out, “How did you get back so”

Remembering the servants and Auntie Hong were nearby, he swallowed the rest of the sentence. However, Shi Yan had already heard him and looked up at him.

The telepathy spell used before came in handy again. Shi Yan replied in his mind, “I was afraid you could not wait.”

So he had used teleportation to return to the riverview villa, parked the car in the garage, turned back into a fox, and teleported back here.

There were many people on the first floor. Even though Ji Shijin had much to say, he had to wait. To avoid making Auntie Hong suspicious, Shi Yan slowly finished the small plate of meat, then hopped off the table and walked toward the elevator.

On the third floor, the fox and the man exited the elevator and entered the bedroom in perfect synchronization, locking the door behind them.

Ji Shijin confirmed the door was truly locked. When he turned around, he saw the human form of Shi Yan walking toward him.

A wave of belated shyness hit him, and Ji Shijin’s grip on the doorknob tightened.

But before he could react, Shi Yan picked him up directly. Just like at the river, he held him like a child, steadily supporting the base of his legs while allowing his upper body to press against him, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Cradled by him, Ji Shijin was entirely enveloped in Shi Yan’s scent—fresh, hot, like ice melting under a fierce sun.

The wheelchair was left at the door, ignored. Behind the closed door, an occasional whimper could be heard, sounding like someone was crying, or perhaps something else.

Fortunately, the third floor was usually undisturbed, so Ji Shijin dared to let his voice go and surrender himself.

After a long time, following a kiss, Shi Yan turned his head while panting slightly. He pressed the dazed man into his chest; their hearts beat against each other, their rhythms gradually becoming one.

It was a beautiful atmosphere. No one spoke until Ji Shijin recovered. Leaning in Shi Yan’s arms, he spoke hoarsely, “What is our relationship now?”

They had not yet made things clear.

By the river, because of Ji Shijin’s persistence, an unconventional kiss had occurred. In the bedroom, Shi Yan had taken the initiative to be close, and Ji Shijin wanted nothing more, unable to find a single thought of refusal.

But this matter had to have a result. Ji Shijin did not want to keep his heart hanging high, anxiously waiting for a vague possibility.

Shi Yan made him sit up and looked seriously into his eyes.

“You do not know what being with me entails.”

Ji Shijin did not want to hear that. He interrupted, “I know. I am very clear. You are a demon with a long life, and I am just a human with a mere few decades. But what of it? I only know that I want you.”

Shi Yan’s lips curled slightly. “Even if the ending is not beautiful?”

Ji Shijin was firm. “I only know that if I want something, I should take it by any means necessary. You are no different.”

“Besides,” Ji Shijin suddenly laughed softly, “I do not regret the present, and that is enough.”

Shi Yan sighed softly, leaning in to find his lips. His voice was almost inaudible. “Fine. I promise you.”

Ji Shijin heard it. He widened his eyes in disbelief, dodged the kiss, and grabbed Shi Yan’s collar. “What did you say? Say it again.”

Shi Yan lowered his head to kiss his fingers, teasing him intentionally. “What kind of relationship do you want us to have?”

Ji Shijin said blankly, “Naturally, it should be mutual affection. No, you do not need to like me right now. You just need to accept my pursuit. I”

Being able to have Shi Yan was already a massive surprise; how could he dare to ask for more?

“Shh.” Shi Yan did not want to see him act so humble. He interrupted and proposed a better idea. “Let us try dating first, alright?”

Dating—a word that had never appeared in the first twenty-odd years of Ji Shijin’s life, a word he had never associated with himself.

He clutched Shi Yan almost out of control, not even noticing his nails sinking into the other man’s body. He looked at Shi Yan, his voice as soft as if he feared disturbing something, “Really?”

Shi Yan stroked his hair. “Really.”

Having received an unexpected reply, Ji Shijin was like a withered flower brought back to life. His eyes were bright as he moved forward proactively to press his lips against Shi Yan’s.

He lacked a sense of security; only by engaging in such intimacy with Shi Yan could he feel a sliver of true peace.

Shi Yan understood his mindset. Although such thinking was unhealthy, change could not be rushed. For now, he was willing to go along and coax Ji Shijin. He allowed the other to do as he pleased.

“Alright, it is time for you to sleep.” Finally, Shi Yan forcibly separated them; otherwise, Ji Shijin likely would have clung to him indefinitely.

After letting him go to the bathroom to wash up, Shi Yan looked down at himself, closed his eyes, and cast a spell. Instantly, his body became ice-cold, and some reactions that should not have been there subsided.

Ji Shijin took quite a long time to wash up today. When he came out of the bathroom, his gaze remained fixed on Shi Yan. Even after being tucked into bed and covered with the quilt, he reached a hand out to grab him.

“Tonight… can you stay here?” The tips of Ji Shijin’s ears were flushed red, hidden by his hair. He thought he sounded very calm when asking, but his expression completely betrayed him.

Shi Yan was silent for a moment. Just as Ji Shijin thought he would be refused and had already prepared an excuse for him—

“It is okay, I was too impatient”

“I can.”

Shi Yan and he spoke at the same time.

Late at night, all the lights in the bedroom were off, and the room could only be seen vaguely by the bit of night light filtering through the curtains.

Ji Shijin moved his head slightly, looking at the man sleeping beside him with his eyes closed. He tentatively reached out his hand.

No movement. He was not woken up.

Ji Shijin lowered his eyes, feeling his way slowly to Shi Yan’s fingers, then climbing up bit by bit until their hands were tightly pressed together.

Holding the hand loosely, Ji Shijin brushed against the other’s warmer palm and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

As the clock ticked on and the breathing in the room became long and steady, Shi Yan opened his eyes. There was no trace of post-sleep confusion in his eyes; they were perfectly clear.

“Host,” 61 popped its head out quietly. “Have you really decided to be with the mission target?”

Shi Yan answered in his mind, “I recall the Bureau has no regulations prohibiting a Host from dating a mission target.”

“There are none, but…” 61 hesitated. “But the mission target can only live for a few decades. After he dies and we leave this world, you will never see him again.”

Shi Yan was silent.

Just as 61 thought his Host had fallen asleep, he heard Shi Yan’s reply.

“This one world is enough.”