Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 46.2

Fu Hanzhou’s delicate, spoiled demeanor was something Tang Wei still hadn’t managed to adapt. The corners of his mouth twitched as he muttered, “Is this really the same Brother Fu I know?”

In the past, when winter came around, Fu Hanzhou was like some hibernating beast forced out of its den, carrying a dangerous aura that made everyone keep their distance.

It always felt as though, at any second, he might snap and crush your skull in his bare hands.

Now, Fu Hanzhou was soft and clingy, like a twining vine, wishing he could wrap himself around Su Yunjing twenty-four hours a day.

Lin Lie was looking down at his phone, checking the route their private butler had sent. Without raising his head, he said lazily, “Just worry about yourself. You can’t even manage your own business—don’t go sticking your nose in someone else’s.”

Tang Wei snapped, “Can’t you talk like a normal person for once? Whatever I say, you just have to get under my skin, huh?”

Lin Lie pocketed his phone, smiling mildly. “Master Tang, the point of a trip is to have fun. If you’re not enjoying yourself, then stop worrying about others. They have their own plans.”

That actually sounded reasonable to Tang Wei. His temper flared fast but faded just as quickly. “That’s more like it.”

Lin Lie kept smiling, his tone gentle. “Now, since you seem so fascinated by the word ‘d*ck,’ why don’t we have a proper talk about it?”

Tang Wei: “…”

The moment those words left Lin Lie’s mouth, Tang Wei knew something was off. He cursed—“Talk to your damn mother!”—and bolted.

Lin Lie chuckled pleasantly. “Sure, we can talk about my mother and your favorite word while we’re at it.”

He was determined to fix that filthy little catchphrase of Tang Wei’s today.

Tang Wei’s hair stood on end, and he sprinted even faster.

The more mischievous Lin Lie acted, the more relentless he became when teasing people.

…..

The hotel’s heating was on high, and the moment Su Yunjing stepped into the lobby, he could feel the wave of warmth.

He stood by the elevator with a blanket in his arms, waiting with Fu Hanzhou.

Before long, the elevator doors opened, and several young men stepped out.

One of them was tall, strikingly handsome, with sharp features—and the instant he saw Su Yunjing, a flash of cold hostility flared in his deep eyes.

One of his companions, puzzled to see him pause, called out, “Xu Huai?”

With others around, Xu Huai wouldn’t settle a score with his half-brother here. The cold malice in his gaze disappeared without a trace.

As he stepped out and brushed past Su Yunjing, his shoulder deliberately slammed into Su Yunjing’s.

Fu Hanzhou reacted instantly, pulling Su Yunjing aside before the malicious young man could knock him over.

A shadow of ferocity clouded Fu Hanzhou’s expression. Just as he was about to retaliate, Su Yunjing said softly, “Leave it. We’ll talk about it later.”

There were too many people around. Su Yunjing didn’t want a public scene—if word got out about his connection to Xu Huai, the one most embarrassed would be Wen Yanlai.

He didn’t want to cause her any trouble.

Fu Hanzhou shot Xu Huai’s departing figure fiercely, but in an instant he returned to normal and obediently followed Su Yunjing into the elevator.

They opened the hotel room door with a keycard and went in one after the other.

As soon as Su Yunjing turned on the light, Fu Hanzhou spoke in a low, muffled voice behind him. “Was it him?”

“Hm?” Su Yunjing turned around.

“The guy who hit you at the school gate that day—was that him?”

Cold air still clung to Fu Hanzhou’s body. His lashes drooped, and his pale lips carried a frosty hue, giving him a sickly fragility.

That fragile appearance successfully hid the violence seething beneath the surface.

Su Yunjing, trying to defuse the tension, corrected him at once. “It was a fight. Not a one-sided beating. You didn’t see his face covered in bl00d.”

But whether it was mutual or not, Fu Hanzhou still remembered the sight of Su Yunjing coming home that night with bl00d staining his neck.

The thought of Xu Huai made his stomach twist, not just with hatred, but with suffocating self-loathing.

If not for him, Su Yunjing would never have gotten hurt.

Fu Hanzhou clenched his jaw, trembling slightly as guilt and pain warped his expression.

Su Yunjing saw something was wrong—his eyes had gone unfocused—and he panicked, quickly cupping Fu Hanzhou’s face.

“Hanzhou?”

“Listen to me,” Su Yunjing said firmly. “That fight with Xu Huai had nothing to do with you. No one wants to be an illegitimate child, it’s not something you get to choose. He didn’t understand that and came to pick a fight with me. That’s on him, not you.”

Fu Hanzhou’s thick lashes trembled. His throat burned as he rasped, “Did it hurt?”

Su Yunjing hurried to soothe him. “It’s been ages. It looked bloody, but the wound wasn’t deep.”

He tilted his head, showing the back of his right ear. “See? There’s not even a scar left.”

The skin there was pale and delicate, dusted with fine white down. In truth, a faint silvery mark still lingered—so faint it was nearly invisible.

Fu Hanzhou leaned in close. Their necks brushed, his breath warm and ticklish against the sensitive skin.

The intimacy made Su Yunjing uneasy. Just as he opened his mouth to ask if Fu Hanzhou was done looking, something soft and damp brushed against his skin.

Su Yunjing shuddered all over and froze on the spot.

The last time, when his hand had been injured, Fu Hanzhou—deep in one of his depressive spirals—had kissed the back of his hand. That reaction he could understand. But this…

Was there really a scar behind his ear?

He’d never checked.

He expected the little tsundere to just give a light kiss and stop. Instead, Fu Hanzhou’s lips parted and gently sucked on that tender spot.

Su Yunjing’s mind went completely blank, a roar filling his head.

The warm, wet tip of Fu Hanzhou’s tongue traced the faint scar with careful precision, leaving behind a glistening trail. Su Yunjing shivered all over.

Before he could even react, Fu Hanzhou lowered his forehead to Su Yunjing’s shoulder, his voice small and raw. “I didn’t know…”

“I didn’t know it was you…” His cheek pressed against Su Yunjing’s neck, and something cold slid down—tears.

Su Yunjing, still dazed, forgot to process the meaning behind those words. Seeing the little tsundere cry, all his irritation vanished.

“It’s over now. Don’t cry.” He tried to comfort him awkwardly. “You said it yourself, you didn’t know it was me. It’s fine, I don’t blame you.”

Fu Hanzhou said nothing.

His tears soaked Su Yunjing’s neck, his breakdown worse than before, tightening a painful knot in Su Yunjing’s chest.

Fu Hanzhou stayed withdrawn all the way through noon, refusing lunch. Su Yunjing stayed in the room to keep him company.

The curtains were drawn, the room dim. Lying side by side on the bed, they both drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, Fu Hanzhou was lying on his side, dark eyes gleaming faintly like water, gazing at him intently.

Unbidden, Su Yunjing’s mind flashed back to that not-quite-a-kiss, and his feelings tangled into a knot.

Back in high school, guys horsing around—pushing each other onto beds, roughhousing—wasn’t unusual.

It was harmless play. But if things ever went further, it was a bit more complicated.

If it had been Tang Wei or Jiang Chunián doing something like sucking his ear, even imagining it would’ve made Su Yunjing’s skin crawl.

But with Fu Hanzhou… maybe because he was naturally clingy and emotionally unstable, Su Yunjing was more surprised than disgusted.

He knew this kind of intimacy crossed the line of friendship but when it came to Fu Hanzhou, somehow it still felt… acceptable.

The realization unsettled him. And being watched so closely only made him more self-conscious.

Seeing Su Yunjing’s embarrassment, Fu Hanzhou’s heart felt like it was being violently gripped, and his face paled for a moment.

Now he finally knew the limit of intimacy Su Yunjing would accept.

In fact, part of him wished Su Yunjing had no boundaries at all, wished they could become the closest two people in the world.

He lowered his gaze, hiding every trace of emotion, and said softly, “I’m not a pervert.” He was.

“I just feel so guilty… Sometimes, when my emotions take over, I don’t even realize what I’m doing.”

Looking at the red-rimmed eyes of the contrite little tsundere, Su Yunjing’s heart softened. “I know.”

After a pause, he added, “And I don’t think you’re a pervert.”

Fu Hanzhou hesitated. “Then… Can I look at the scar behind your ear again?”

Su Yunjing: “…”

He didn’t see what was so interesting about it, but still, he lay down on his stomach.

With his left ear pressed to the pillow, half his face was exposed to Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou leaned in, fingertips tracing the faint scar.

The cool touch sent a tiny shiver through Su Yunjing. His neck instinctively drew back, and the tips of his ears turned pink.

Then Fu Hanzhou asked quietly, “Can I… kiss it again?”

Su Yunjing’s body trembled, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Fu Hanzhou, suspecting that he had heard something.

The other’s narrow eyes were covered with a layer of mist, like a lamb trapped in a lost place, his long eyelashes drooped, and tears were about to fall.

Inwardly, Su Yunjing swore. What the hell—how come something so damn gay doesn’t even feel wrong when it’s him?

Fine… whatever.

Without answering, he buried his face into the pillow, fists clenched tight—like some virtuous lady being forced into prostitute.

No refusal meant consent.

Fu Hanzhou lowered his head and brushed the scar with a featherlight kiss, fleeting as a dragonfly’s touch.

But in his heart, a fire was raging—an urge to pin Su Yunjing down to the bed, to press their lips together and do the most affectionate things.

It didn’t matter. If Su Yunjing couldn’t accept it now, he would take it slow.He would stay by his side like a harmless, clueless lamb.

Fu Hanzhou lay down against him, eyes soft and pure—the kind that could melt his heart to smoke.

“I won’t hurt anyone again,” he murmured. “I won’t make things hard for you. I’ll be a good person.”

As long as it was something Su Yunjing liked, he was willing to become one.

Su Yunjing’s awkwardness faded, replaced by a warm smile as he rested his head on his arm.

“Good boy, Chuan chuan. I’ll buy you some candy later.”

“Mm.” You’re already my candy.