Yan Junxun liked rules; staying within them made him feel safe. He hated disorderly chaos. Chaos was like the crisscrossing water stains on the glass of Artemis's Garden, always making him lose himself. When Shi Shanyan approached, Yan Junxun felt like a swarm of steel balls were bouncing around in his head.

Enough.

Yan Junxun was getting a headache.

'Don't make me clean up this mess!'

Shi Shanyan hid all his malice beneath his skin, but it needed to breathe. Just like now, he wanted to make Yan Junxun angry. He raised a hand and pulled off Yan Junxun's headphones, dragging Yan Junxun out of that non-existent sea.

Yan Junxun quickly caught the headphones. Before he could block the move, the mattress beneath him was forcefully pulled toward Shi Shanyan. He pressed one hand against Shi Shanyan's chest and leaned his head back, about to ram it forward.

"Don't, no, don't ram me," Shi Shanyan covered Yan Junxun's forehead with his hand, as if soothing a lively, jumping rabbit. "As long as I'm in this room, you won't be able to sleep, so the distance between us makes no difference. Why not get a little closer? Fighting poison with poison is the only way to get a miraculous effect."

"Even if there were only a Turtle in here," Yan Junxun tilted his chin up slightly, his forehead and eyes covered by Shi Shanyan's palm, and said fiercely, "I still wouldn't be able to sleep!"

"Then you could hug the Turtle," Shi Shanyan ignored Yan Junxun's resistance. "Can you hug me too? If not, you should really think about why."

"Because you're more despicable than a Turtle," Yan Junxun's exposed Adam's apple kept bobbing. "Because you're stronger than a Turtle!"

"Oh, is that so..." Shi Shanyan's tone was wicked. "Because I'm despicable, because I'm strong, and also because I make you afraid."

Shi Shanyan caught Yan Junxun's milky scent. It was so pure that it reminded him of many beautiful things, but he had a strong urge to destroy beautiful things.

Yan Junxun's tense body was rigid. He wanted to breathe, but his trembling eyelashes were pressed firmly into Shi Shanyan's palm like fragile butterfly wings. If Shi Shanyan pressed just a little harder, they would break.

"I'm not afraid. I don't want to repeat myself. Don't use psychological suggestion on me! You're the one who's out of control," Yan Junxun frowned amidst the clashing of steel balls in his mind. "SN 01AE86 has poor self-control—"

"Lacks empathy and possesses a strong tendency for dominance," Shi Shanyan smoothly recited his own mission evaluation, ruffling Yan Junxun's hair with his little finger. "I admit they're right about everything, but I'm very polite. Junxun, I said 'hello' to you, didn't I?"

"I didn't respond," Yan Junxun remembered their first meeting. "Pervert."

"I don't need your verbal response," Shi Shanyan's chest vibrated, his laughter brushing against Yan Junxun's ear. "You responded with your actions."

"I don't welcome you," Yan Junxun was sweating, from the heat. "I. Do. Not. Welcome. You!"

"Then why do you keep staring at me?" Shi Shanyan asked curiously. "Because I'm a pervert?"

"That's right, because you're a pervert," Yan Junxun seemed unable to breathe properly. He kept his head tilted back, enunciating every word clearly. "Go away!"

"Where do you want me to go?" Shi Shanyan said with a smile. "To a place where it's more convenient for you to peep?"

Peeping.

Those two words made all the steel balls in Yan Junxun's head disappear. He squeezed his eyes shut between breaths, as if he'd been caught stealing in public. Shame was the easiest handle to manipulate.

I'm sorry.

'Damn it!'

"I didn't," Yan Junxun said as if waking from a dream, he'd almost been led along by Shi Shanyan's rhythm. "Stop talking nonsense, I have never peeped at you!"

But Shi Shanyan grabbed Yan Junxun's hand, guiding his fingers down along his own Adam's apple. Yan Junxun knew what that place was like; he remembered it. That Adam's apple, that chest... He found it somewhat unbelievable that he could recall these details so clearly.

"You have a habit of peeping," Shi Shanyan blew lightly on the mole beneath his eye. "Do you peep at everyone, or just me? Confess, Junxun. This is a moral issue."

Yan Junxun's fingers curled. He pulled back, refusing to continue. He said, "That's observation, not peeping. I observe everyone, and every place."

Shi Shanyan seemed to believe him. He asked, "When you think of Jiang Lian, do you want to unbutton his shirt too?"

Yan Junxun felt like he'd been hooked, but he had to say, "I don't!"

"But you unbuttoned mine," Shi Shanyan scrutinized Yan Junxun, a subtle accusation in his tone. "You unbuttoned my shirt in your head, made me swallow... Your eyes are so easy to read."

This was a verbal trap. Shi Shanyan was making it sound like it was Yan Junxun's fault.

Yan Junxun couldn't help but doubt himself. He went back to the question on the bus. Was he a pervert? If not, why did he remember these physical details of Shi Shanyan? They were completely useless to his life and work.

"But it's okay," Shi Shanyan deliberately softened his voice. "I don't mind you peeping. As a partner, as a friend, I'll keep your secret." He watched Yan Junxun as if addicted. "We can solve this problem. It's bothering you, isn't it?"

Yes.

Yan Junxun didn't want to admit it.

It was bothering him. It made Shi Shanyan's presence exceptionally strong, forcing Yan Junxun to divide his attention and give it to him.

"Has Artemis ever kissed you?"

"No!" Yan Junxun couldn't imagine it; the question made him feel sick to his stomach. He yanked Shi Shanyan's hand away and looked at him. "I don't need this kind of treatment, you understand? I don't need it. You can go to sleep, or you can just get the hell out. My business, I'll handle it my—"

Shi Shanyan was right in front of Yan Junxun, so close they could feel each other's breath.

Yan Junxun felt Shi Shanyan's gaze as if it were tangible. This gaze was different from before, mixed with a certain cold hardness from being rejected. The gaze caressed his face, rubbing at the mole beneath his eye. He couldn't refuse it, because Shi Shanyan was just looking at him. He felt something growing wildly in his chest, making him gasp for air.

Shi Shanyan stared at him, licked a canine tooth, and became slow and deliberate. "Since you can solve it yourself..."

Don't.

Yan Junxun felt as if he were in a glass box, completely exposed. He had a premonition and tried to push Shi Shanyan away, but Shi Shanyan pinched his chin and tilted it up. He turned his head forcefully and heard Shi Shanyan speak.

"Then why don't you try solving it yourself."

Half of Yan Junxun's face was buried in the pillow, his breathing chaotic. The words "go away" were brutally blocked in his mouth by Shi Shanyan.

Fuck!

The glass walls in Yan Junxun's head collapsed with a crash, sending shards flying everywhere. His arm shot up but was pinned back down by Shi Shanyan. His legs were trapped in the quilt, held down firmly by Shi Shanyan.

On the other end, Su Heting faintly heard some commotion, but the "Rose Song of the Defense Alliance" was too fucking loud. He slammed his keyboard and continued to message Shi Shanyan.

[What are you guys doing???]

The Communicator vibrated at Yan Junxun's side but was swatted away by Shi Shanyan. His index and middle fingers forced their way between Yan Junxun's teeth and were, as expected, bitten down upon. But Shi Shanyan didn't care; he wouldn't feel the pain at all.

"I..." Yan Junxun choked, fury nearly consuming his entire body. His eyes were red as he said, "...I'll kill you!"

"Hurry," Shi Shanyan gave a wicked smile, goading him. "Hurry up and kill me, or else I'm going to fuck you."

Shi Shanyan bit the tip of his own tongue, as if dissatisfied with that despicable line. Yan Junxun had bitten his fingers until they bled, but after a slight intake of breath, Shi Shanyan slowly exhaled.

'This pervert!'

"Get angrier, Junxun." In the darkness, Shi Shanyan's eyes were even blacker, a look he had never shown before. With his thumb, he smeared that bit of saliva onto the corner of Yan Junxun's mouth. "This expression of yours is thrilling... Who was the last person who made you this angry? Who cares, just forget them."

Shi Shanyan's blood was like venom, brushing against the tip of Yan Junxun's tongue.

I'll kill you.

This was the only sentence in Yan Junxun's head.

Shi Shanyan bumped into the storage rack at the side, and a storage box tumbled onto the bedding.

The moment Shi Shanyan moved his leg, Yan Junxun bent his knee, nearly striking Shi Shanyan's crotch. The milky scent Shi Shanyan had left behind was still in his mouth, making him even more frantic. His hand fumbled in the overturned storage box and accurately found the push dagger.

Shi Shanyan raised his arm to block Yan Junxun. The tip of the push dagger nearly sliced the flesh on the side of his neck. Before the next moment, Yan Junxun had already flipped him over. Shi Shanyan fell onto the pillow, but he reacted quickly, yanking the quilt up to block Yan Junxun's push dagger.

Su Heting thought he heard a crash, but he wasn't sure. So he covered his mouth and nose, listening intently to his headset with a serious expression.

The pillow was slashed open by the push dagger. Shi Shanyan took a knee to the chest and nearly coughed out loud. Yan Junxun's strength was a bit fierce, reminding him of the day Yan Junxun had jumped from the vehicle. But he was prepared and well-versed in techniques. Before Yan Junxun could pierce his throat, he counter-gripped Yan Junxun's wrist.

"Dangerous," Shi Shanyan's strength was irresistible. He pulled Yan Junxun closer, pressed down on his back, and smelled his panting breaths. "Junxun?"

"Shut up," Yan Junxun's push dagger was stuck halfway. He said irritably, "Don't fucking call my name!"

Shi Shanyan tilted his head back and laughed, as if it wouldn't matter even if Yan Junxun stabbed him. He heard Yan Junxun's anger. This was a good start.

"You can peep at me, and you can have sex with me," Shi Shanyan pulled the push dagger to the side of his own cheek, its sharp edge almost touching him. "Of course, you can also kill me."

This madman, this pervert, this psychopath! He could be called anything. Right now, Yan Junxun just wanted to get far away from him! Shi Shanyan had no taboos. He was like a swamp, trying to drag Yan Junxun down into the darkness and chaos that Yan Junxun wanted to avoid.

"Don't be so far away from me," Shi Shanyan's forehead finally touched Yan Junxun's. Both of them were panting. He said, with great deception, "How about changing teachers? Artemis would never teach you these things."

Yan Junxun saw Shi Shanyan's eyes, full of temptation. He said decisively, "You're dead."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Panda, wearing a nightcap, asked with some unease, "Are you guys okay? I feel like I heard the sound of fighting."

"Why would we be fighting?" Shi Shanyan raised his voice, his next words conveyed in his gaze.

'We just kissed, after all.'

Author has something to say:

The push dagger Yan Junxun uses is based on the MJDPTIBH push dagger.

MJDPTIBH Push Dagger: Country of origin USA, total length 11.9 cm, blade thickness 0.33 cm, a highly concealable combat weapon. Forged from 6AL4V titanium. —From "Global Military Knives"

If you encounter this kind of pervert in real life, call the police.