Rebirth of Chen An

“I never knew I had such influence.”

Chen An took away Ivanov’s bear paw on his jaw and sighed slightly in the face of his inquiring stare, and there was a little grievance, “Maybe he wanted to kill me, just because I was next to you. What do you think, Ivan? You want to escape responsibility?”

In the past, he was used to be called as Ivanov, but today it suddenly changed into Ivan, a more intimate one. Without glasses, the eyes which were a little confused and grieving, stirred waves in the bearlike Ivanov’s heart like being hit by a bullet in the chest.

“I see, that mad dog is just jealous of me for being with a man like you. Let him be jealous. You’ll always be mine, An.”

The low magnetic voice, like the narration in the Russian Opera House, was dangerous and intoxicated, revealing Ivanov’s possession word by word. He approached Chen An, and his not-so-soft lips gently brushed the man’s cold cheeks, spraying Chen An’s neck with a burst of heat mixed with alcohol.

With both hands on the bear’s solid chest, Chen An leaned back and said, “Even if I die, owning a corpse is a kind of possession, right?”

He didn’t like to be too close to Ivanov. The closer he got, the more dangerous he felt about the man. It would be his first and last time to come out with Ivanov.

There would not be a second time, because next time, he would not be able to stop the bear who wanted to eat him. It was enough to do something too risky once.

“Well, it sounds like you’re doubting that I can’t protect you, my dear An. The little vulnerability you occasionally show really drives me crazy. As long as you stay with me, the man who claims to kill you will have to wait, but of course... in condition that you stay with me all the time.”

Ivanov did not forget to stress the tone of the latter part of the sentence. He laughed softly, appearing to be careless and ulterior. He always tried to have more intimate interaction and friction with Chen An. This kind of easy-going flirting style was difficult for Chen An to hold himself, who was not particularly experienced in this respect.

Just as he could not control his drunken physique when he drank, Chen could not control his body, which was full of hormones in its prime, from seeking for touch instinctively.

This body seemed to have inherited Chen An’s desire for homosexuality in the past. Whenever Ivanov, who was handsome and had excessive male hormones, came too close, he could clearly feel his inner agitation.

Like a widow who had been depressed for decades, longing to be touched, hugged, and even ravaged with discontent.

Chen An should feel lucky that his self-control was good enough to control his body’s instinctive desire: “Then you have to protect me, Ivan.”

When he finished speaking, he pushed away Ivanov, who was almost on his body by the whole person. Chen An turned around and reached for his glasses. It happened that Ivanov was unwilling to give up and adhesive him again.

After careless collision, the unstable glasses fell to the ground with a clap. Ivanov exclaimed and wanted to pick them up. Chan happened to bend down and their heads hit together. Then Chen An heard a crisp sound like broken glass.

He saw only his glasses under Ivanov’s feet, which had already become fractured.

“You mean it, right?” Chen An was leaning aside with his hands in his arms. He didn’t bring spare glasses when he went out.

“This is absolutely a... misunderstanding.” Now it was Ivanov’s turn to show a helpless and grieving expression. He really didn’t mean it, although he was quite satisfied with the outcome.