"In a zombie-filled world, he only thought of one man: strong, handsome, and cold. Sadly, that man barely knew him.
But they were drawn to each other, even in this second life after he'd gone back in time. It was more than just a love story in the a...
Yang Yifei pushed aside his thoughts about the F.t.L guild and continued eating. Whatever Ling Song wanted to do with them wasn't his problem. In fact, one less guild to worry about was a plus.
But there was a bigger issue.
Every time he caught Ling Song's glances, he got the same vibes as when he was around a woman or a man who wanted to sleep with him. It had been a while since he'd felt the urge to release his lust... and having this kid stare at him like that was a real turn-off. This kid would make him look like a pedophile.
Anyway, he'd always been attracted to the pain in other people's faces, to making their lives miserable and laughing while torturing their loved ones. He'd been taught violence since he was a child.
So he didn't like the feeling that others had control over him. He glanced at the kid and caught him staring. This kid knew things he'd never told anyone. He felt trapped and wanted to strangle his frail neck until he couldn't breathe anymore—something he wanted to do right now, when he saw those deep, dark eyes staring at him.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
They were alone since Hu Qiang left to handle some tasks, so Yang Yifei took the chance to play with his prey a little. He knew about Ling Song's obsession, so he would use it to learn more and gain leverage.
He stood up, walked towards Ling Song's chair, placed his hand on the armrest, and leaned in close.
He wasn't doing anything wrong. If this kid was using him, he would use him too.
Ling Song was about to take a bite of bread when a shadow fell over him. He looked up, startled, and forgot how to breathe, dropping the bread onto his plate. He retreated in his seat and stared intensely back at Yang Yifei. "W-what do you want?"
"I just want to know you better." Yang Yifei interrupted.
Confused, Ling Song tilted his head. "To know me better?"
Yang Yifei smiled, leaning even closer, closing the remaining distance between them. "Wasn't it you who said you knew so much about me? So, I need to know you too, to be on the same level." He was aware that his behavior was strange.
Normally, after meeting an annoying, obsessed individual like Ling Song, he would abandon him immediately. The fact that this kid had power didn't change things. He too had power; he knew he could live without Ling Song's knowledge of the future. But when he met him, he'd taken the kid with him all the way there. He felt like he knew him somehow; he wanted to get angry at him but couldn't, he wanted to avoid involvement but felt compelled to participate. When Ling Song was shot, he became a burden. He could have left him and gone to see the White Fang by himself (before Ling Song revealed he was the one who called him two years ago). There was no sympathy, but he remembered the excitement of having the kid in his arms and running from the zombies. It felt like the right thing to do.
He rested his hand on Ling Song's neck, ready to snap it at any moment. "What trick did you use on me? I know you have some extraordinary powers that you're hiding. Did you use some mind manipulation to change my thoughts?"
