What's the Point of Living, when the best is Sleeping? [BL]

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Warning! Sensitive words ahead.

Ye Chuan looked at the kind-looking female species in front of him, the kind that would invoke something inside you—at least, that was the usual reaction. 

Like you wanted to protect her, cherish her, and love her. 

He could describe it like that, but none of it applied to him. 

The longer his deep blue eyes remained on her, the more his blood boiled. There were plenty of words to describe his current mood, yet none could truly capture the essence of it. 

This woman. 

He forgot her name, but he knew she was Ye Ming’s classmate. 

His gaze didn’t waver, but the longer he looked at her, the more she irritated him. Not because of what she had done or what she was about to say, but simply because she was here, wasting his time. 

"So, what’s the purpose of you calling me and speaking nonsense?" His voice carried an authority that required no effort. His back leaned against the chair, casual and unbothered, as he crossed one leg over the other. 

Bai Yu’er smiled. A simple curve of her lips, but it was enough to enhance her already otherworldly visuals. 

The man at the next table gasped, as if seeing an angel descend. 

Maybe it was the law of the world that dictated she must always shine, that men must always react to her presence. 

But Ye Chuan wasn’t impressed. 

"Let’s have a deal," she finally said. 

Ye Chuan tilted his head slightly, reaching for the envelope with two fingers, as if it were filthy. 

A single glance at it was enough for him to let out a quiet scoff. 

"Young and stupid," he muttered, voice devoid of amusement. "Aren’t you afraid that I will really deal with you?" 

The weight of his words should have sent chills down anyone’s spine. 

But Bai Yu’er didn’t flinch. 

"I know you know that Ye Ming and I switched places," she continued, her voice unwavering. "He’ll experience the hell that I experienced." 

Her brown hazel eyes darted back to Ye Chuan, meeting the gaze of a man who was so capable, so untouchable, that she felt an itch in her palms. 

This was Ye Chuan. 

A man who was both feared and respected. Someone who moved through the world with purpose, unlike her, who had only recently started learning how to control her fate. 

"That’s why I’m proposing something," she said, leaning slightly forward. "I know you love and cherish your brother very much, but I’m the only one who knows exactly what I have gone thr—" 

Her words cut off. 

Ye Chuan smiled. 

Not the kind that reassured. Not the kind that entertains. 

But the kind that mocked. 

The deep timbre of his voice carried amusement, but not the pleasant kind. The type that made it clear he saw this conversation as nothing more than a waste of time. 

"Girl," he said, slow and deliberate. "If you’ve gone through your second life, I do not fucking care." 

The envelope landed back on the table with a dull thud. 

He remained seated, legs still crossed, completely at ease, as if this entire conversation was beneath him. 

"We’re not family," he continued, voice cold and detached. "And I’m not stupid enough not to see that my youngest brother has lived a second life." 

His gaze met hers, unwavering, unshaken. 

"Bai Yu’er." He spoke her name with deliberate slowness. "This might sound immature, but compare your actions to my brother’s." 

There was no anger in his tone. No condescension. Just a simple, undeniable truth. 

Bai Yu’er frowned. A flicker of something passed through her features. Guilt? No, it was the anger of being compared.

It didn’t matter. 

She really did nothing. She let those three men have her obsessively. She let them trample her dignity. And instead of enjoying her second life, instead of taking control, she was searching for someone to pull her out of the abyss. 

Because the young her believed that love was supposed to be like that. That it was normal. And honestly speaking, she loved it before.

Ye Chuan exhaled through his nose, as if the entire situation bored him. 

"So, this is your grand plan?" His voice was neutral, unreadable. "This is what you want?" 

Bai Yu’er didn’t respond immediately. 

Ye Chuan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. 

"You're crazy." 

He wasn’t interested in whatever twisted logic she was trying to justify. He wasn’t interested in her. 

His fingers tapped against the table once before he pushed his chair back slightly. 

"You think I don’t love my brother?" He let the words hang in the air for a second before continuing. "You think I would let someone like you mess with him?" 

He wasn’t raising his voice. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. Because she wasn’t a threat. She was nothing. 

His sharp blue eyes flicked toward her once more. 

"You don’t seem to realize something," he said, standing up. "Ye Ming doesn’t need me to protect him. He can protect himself." 

His tone wasn’t harsh. It was simply a fact. 

The finality in his words left no room for argument. He then turned, walking away without hesitation, without even glancing back. 

Bai Yu’er sat frozen in place, her hands gripping the table so tightly her knuckles turned white. 

The protagonist of the world was supposed to be her. The one who was supposed to win, it was her. Yet at this moment, she seems to understand that she has lost.

Not in a battle of strength. Not in a war of words. But in the simple, cruel realization Ye Ming was capable of protecting himself without any protection from others because he can.