The Paranoid Male Lead’s "White Moonlight" Has Reborn - Chapter 31

Han Jiangmu spoke very calmly, “I never said I was a gentleman.”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…”

Jiang Chaoyun said, “That is simply twisted logic.”

Despite saying so, he did not drive him out.

Han Jiangmu carried the candlestick around to inspect the room, then walked back to Jiang Chaoyun. He reached out and stroked the bedpost, saying to Jiang Chaoyun, “It seems the Lin family is quite attentive toward the Young Master.”

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chaoyun felt a flicker of inexplicable happiness. “Naturally. My maternal grandparents are very good to me, as are my aunt and cousins.”

Han Jiangmu’s gaze fell upon his face. Seeing the happy expression there, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he remained silent.

Jiang Chaoyun noticed his look, and that bit of happiness immediately retracted. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”

Han Jiangmu replied in a flat tone, “Naturally, it is because the Young Master is good-looking that I look at him.”

Hearing this, Jiang Chaoyun’s heart began to thump violently. He thought to himself: It’s over, Han Jiangmu is infatuated with me; beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.

He wanted to say something to spoil the mood, but at this moment, he felt a strange reluctance. After weighing his options, he shrank into the covers, gripping the quilt with his fingers and only exposing his eyes.

Under the glow of the candlelight, Jiang Chaoyun’s eyes were like autumn waters—clear, pure, and incomparably beautiful.

Seeing him use the quilt to hide his face, the corners of Han Jiangmu’s lips curled up slightly, and his mood improved.

Jiang Chaoyun said muffledly, “I am going to sleep. Hurry and extinguish the light.”

Han Jiangmu asked, “The Young Master has slept all day; can you still sleep now?”

Though he asked, he obediently blew out the candle.

The room fell into darkness, but Han Jiangmu could hear that Jiang Chaoyun’s breathing was not steady. He spoke in a calm voice, “Young Master cannot sleep?”

Without the pressure of Han Jiangmu’s gaze, Jiang Chaoyun felt much more relaxed. Hearing Han Jiangmu’s words, he made no sound, pretending he had already fallen asleep.

However, Han Jiangmu was a martial artist and could naturally judge his state from his breathing. Nevertheless, he also pretended not to know, letting out a soft “oh.” “So the Young Master has already fallen asleep.”

Having said that, he sat down by Jiang Chaoyun’s bedside.

Jiang Chaoyun grew tense immediately. Soon, however, he sensed a slight movement—Han Jiangmu had reached his hand into the covers!

Jiang Chaoyun’s entire body went stiff, and his heart filled with alarm. Was Han Jiangmu going to take advantage of him while he was ‘asleep’?

Should he resist or not? Should he speak up to stop him?

Just as he was lost in these stray thoughts and before he could devise a plan, Han Jiangmu had already found his hand. With a gentle tug, he pulled Jiang Chaoyun’s hand out from under the quilt.

…And then proceeded to feel his pulse.

Jiang Chaoyun: “…”

It turned out it was only for a pulse reading. He instantly felt a sigh of relief, yet deep in his heart, there was a faint, indescribable sense of disappointment. Such an emotion was misplaced and left no trace in his mind; he did not dwell on it.

Jiang Chaoyun’s body remained somewhat stiff. He realized then that pretending to sleep was quite difficult. If his fingers twitched and Han Jiangmu noticed, wouldn’t that be very embarrassing?

Thus, Jiang Chaoyun tried his best to remain motionless in a deep slumber, allowing Han Jiangmu’s fingers to rest lightly on his wrist. However, this level of focus also allowed him to notice the roughness of Han Jiangmu’s fingertips.

Those should be calluses. Would a noble Imperial Prince like Han Jiangmu also have calluses on his hands?

Jiang Chaoyun couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander.

At that moment, Han Jiangmu’s fingers slid down and suddenly gripped his hand gently. The calluses on his palm lightly scraped against Jiang Chaoyun’s tender palm, causing Jiang Chaoyun to snap back to his senses, his whole body trembling slightly.

He couldn’t keep up the act anymore and wanted to open his mouth to scold him, but the words died in his throat. He could hear the sound of his own heart beating violently in his chest, driving the blood to rush to his head, to the point where he could feel his face burning even in the darkness.

Jiang Chaoyun suddenly felt an indescribable sense of shame and indignation. This Han Jiangmu is truly not a gentleman at all!

But to say he was a villain didn’t quite fit either. After much thought, “rogue” seemed the most appropriate term.

A total rogue! Jiang Chaoyun thought to himself.

However, this rogue was becoming more and more excessive. He not only held Jiang Chaoyun’s hand, but his fingers also brushed past the tender palm and slid between his fingers, gently probing and pushing deeper.

Jiang Chaoyun’s fingers trembled uncontrollably. He subconsciously squeezed his fingers together to prevent Han Jiangmu from entering, yet he didn’t dare make a sound. His strength was slight, and Han Jiangmu—with an irresistible force—made a straight drive, occupying all the spaces between his fingers until their hands were tightly interlaced.

The feeling of being “invaded” was so strong that Jiang Chaoyun’s entire body began to burn. It was at this moment that his heart beat exceptionally hard, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

His lips moved, but at this point, he felt too embarrassed to scold him. Yet to continue pretending to sleep felt like an indescribable grievance. In the deadlock, he felt Han Jiangmu lift his hand slightly, followed by a sensation of something soft lightly touching his fingertips.

In a flash of realization, Jiang Chaoyun understood—that softness was Han Jiangmu’s lips. Because his fingertips felt a slight dampness.

This… This is outrageous!!

If he continued to pretend to sleep, would this fellow actually crawl into his bed!

Jiang Chaoyun knew he could no longer tolerate it. He let out a soft “un-n,” pretending to have been woken up. “…Guard Han, what are you doing holding my hand?”

As he spoke, he tried to pull his hand away.

Han Jiangmu only slightly tightened his grip on Jiang Chaoyun’s hand before quickly letting go, allowing Jiang Chaoyun to withdraw it. “I saw the Young Master’s hand had fallen outside and was about to put it back under the covers.”

He spoke blatant lies with his eyes open and even tried to shift the blame. “The Young Master’s body is frail; do not catch a cold.”

His tone was so calm and sincere that if anyone else heard it, they would find it hard not to believe him. After all, he appeared very steady, reliable, and trustworthy.

Jiang Chaoyun: “…”

He didn’t know what to say. The warmth of Han Jiangmu remained on his withdrawn palm, and the sensation of those five finger-gaps being forcefully invaded was still vivid and slow to fade.

The shame and annoyance from a moment ago surged back into Jiang Chaoyun’s heart, but his voice sounded dry as he spoke: “Even so, you cannot touch me!”

Han Jiangmu answered, “Very well, Young Master.”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…”

It felt like a punch landing on cotton—there was no substantial feeling of impact at all.

Jiang Chaoyun cursed him as a rogue in his heart, and his voice became a bit fiercer: “Do not just say ‘very well.’ You must actually do it! You cannot say ‘very well’ while intending to do it again next time! Doing so makes you a rogue, a total rogue! Do you understand?”

He thought he was being fierce, but with his crisp, youthful voice, the ferocity was entirely absent, replaced instead by a strong sense of acting spoiled. Even his scolding sounded like lovers’ banter.

It was a very helpless thing; if he were angry, using such a voice would likely have the opposite effect, making it impossible for others to take him seriously.

Han Jiangmu was exactly like that. He let out an “mm,” appearing as though he had accepted the reprimand, but in his heart, he likely rebelliously thought Jiang Chaoyun was adorable.

This was very wrong. Jiang Chaoyun, seeing his reaction, also began to doubt his own “fierceness.” However, he mostly felt that Han Jiangmu was a rogue beyond saving—yet as for how angry he truly was, he didn’t seem to be.

Jiang Chaoyun wiped his hand hard against his undergarments, finally erasing the lingering warmth of Han Jiangmu. The strangeness in his heart lessened slightly, and he said crossly, “I am going to sleep, do not disturb me.”

Han Jiangmu fell silent. This time, he sat quietly by the bed. Although his presence was strong, Jiang Chaoyun could force himself to ignore him in the darkness.

Jiang Chaoyun thought he might not be able to sleep, but his constitution for good sleep played its role once again. After the emotional upheaval, he actually did manage to fall asleep.

Han Jiangmu listened to his gradually stabilizing breath and knew that this time he was truly asleep. Yet, once Jiang Chaoyun was actually asleep, he did nothing more.

In the darkness, Han Jiangmu closed his eyes. In his mind, he gently traced Jiang Chaoyun’s beautiful and exquisite face, and the corners of his lips tilted up slightly.

The next day, Jiang Chaoyun woke up to the sound of Bixin calling from outside. He sat up with sleepy eyes and stared blankly for a moment.

Soon, however, he remembered what had happened last night, and his face instantly turned red.

Jiang Chaoyun extended his right hand—the one Han Jiangmu had held the night before—and stared at it for a while. With a red face, he quietly extended his other hand, slowly probing his fingertips into the spaces between his fingers. It was a bit ticklish, but because it was his own hand, he tolerantly relaxed his grip, allowing the left fingers to easily slide deep between the right fingers. Finally, his two equally tender and slender hands were tightly interlaced.

But, even though they were both hands, the feeling Han Jiangmu gave him was so intense—it made his heart thump violently, as if his entire person had been thrown into a fire and was burning fiercely. When his own hands interlaced, he felt none of the emotional agitation from the previous night.

Jiang Chaoyun didn’t know what was wrong with him. He felt an inexplicable excitement, yet also an indescribable discomfort and irritability.

In the end, all those thousands of thoughts turned into a dislike for Han Jiangmu. He hated Han Jiangmu for bullying him so much!