A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 6

An arm wound around Si Ye’s waist, and before he could react, he was scooped up. With his feet dangling and no point of support, his entire body leaned into the other’s embrace. Si Ye instinctively threw his arms around the man’s neck.

Ignoring the kitten’s frantic meowing behind them, Rocheville carried him straight toward the bedroom.

“Wait a second, I haven’t finished reading the data.”

Thinking the man wanted to “get down to business,” Si Ye tried to struggle. But the arm around his waist only tightened until he was placed back on the bed.

“You have a fever. Rest for a bit.”

Rocheville nuzzled his forehead, his cold touch brushing lightly against Si Ye’s skin.

Si Ye snapped out of it and tested his own temperature with his palm. Only then did he realize that the strange aching in his limbs came from a fever; he had initially thought his body simply hadn’t adjusted to being back yet.

He still tried to get up to finish the files. A broad hand pressed against his waist, and a tender kiss landed on his forehead.

“Brother… be good.”

The man’s voice was soft, tender, and lingering—a sound that could melt one’s bones. Si Ye’s body shivered, his long hair sliding over his shoulders.

After being fed medicine and tucked into the covers, the physical discomfort became even more pronounced. His consciousness began to grow heavy; waves of cold and heat took turns hitting him, seeping inch by inch into his marrow.

Rocheville sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to massage the youth’s temples, trying to alleviate a fraction of his physical pain. The kitten, which had been meowing in anger earlier, now stood quietly in the corner, watching the boy on the bed with concern.

Si Ye’s eyes were half-closed, his breathing heavy, and his body trembled slightly and unconsciously. Due to the high fever, a flush crept up to the corners of his eyes, and a moist mist gathered on his thick, long lashes.

As his mind flickered between clarity and a blur, Si Ye let out a soft gasp.

In the High Tower, although he had severed half of his shackles, the blood-related Karma prevented him from merging with the Book of Vows. A body that was incomplete was naturally fragile. Those betrayers hiding in the corners, and the Calamities growing restless due to the unstable Rules…

To face them in this state—one didn’t need to think to know what the result would be.

“Come up. I’m uncomfortable.”

Si Ye pulled the man’s hand down from his forehead. Rocheville froze for a split second, and once he realized what Si Ye meant, he immediately got into bed. He held Si Ye gently in his arms and resumed massaging his temples. The fluffy kitten curled up quietly beside the two of them.

“Do you have an identity outside the Tower?” Si Ye asked casually, nestled in the man’s embrace.

He was about to go on the show, and his resurrection couldn’t be kept a secret. Regarding his “death,” Shi Jingning alone certainly couldn’t have made such thorough preparations. Given the things Si Ye had done in the past, there were far too many people who wanted him dead.

Si Ye’s gaze darkened. Although he had met with Shi Jingning, the others didn’t know about it yet. Those blood relatives and the powerful elites whose interests were intertwined—while he couldn’t deal with them temporarily, he wasn’t about to let them bully him as they pleased.

However, even though he had enough energy to stop relatives who wanted to harm him, in this era of advanced technology and information flow, it was truly difficult to create a legal identity out of thin air. He also didn’t know how, in this materialistic age, he was supposed to explain the “Calamities” to those in power to get them to cooperate with what was coming.

If possible, he didn’t want to wait until actual bloodshed occurred for people to take it seriously. He also wasn’t sure how Rocheville had lived outside the Tower all these years or if he had a legal identity, though he seemed to be doing well…

It was only a matter of time before the Ji family took notice of him, and Rocheville would surely be scrutinized as well. While it could be resolved, it would be a major hassle.

Rocheville paused, then answered in a low voice: “I’ve prepared everything.”

Si Ye gave a groggy “Mm,” pondering the meaning of those words.

“The others and I have been preparing for today all along. With me here, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

The gentle voice felt like a lullaby. Si Ye couldn’t help but lean closer into his chest. Rocheville looked down, placing a reverent kiss on the youth’s forehead. “Rest well.”

Si Ye’s eyelashes fluttered. Perhaps he had used too much power when he first returned, or perhaps the physical strain was simply too much. Now, nestled in the man’s arms, a sense of security surged up along with his exhaustion. His consciousness could no longer hold on. Si Ye closed his eyes and allowed the drowsiness to drag him into the darkness.

Outside the window, the setting sun bathed them in light. Cold skin and warm breath intertwined. Cold sweat dampened the stray hairs on his forehead; with his eyes closed, Si Ye’s breathing was light and weak—utterly frail.

This scene perhaps triggered some unpleasant memories, for Rocheville unconsciously tightened his grip on the soft body in his arms. He locked him in with his arms, then relaxed slightly to find the most comfortable position for the youth.

The person in his arms slowly began to breathe evenly. Long hair was scattered across his waist, and his fair skin seemed to glow with a warm light in the sunset—soft and cozy.

Rocheville’s gaze was greedy, silently watching the sleeping boy. The longing and pain that had haunted him for tens of thousands of years had turned into despair the moment he realized he had fallen in love. The flesh and blood he had once swallowed reminded him of those filthy memories every single second.

He had hidden his identity from the other person all this time—that original sin which, even today, Si Ye did not know. How could he have fallen in love? Even if it was love, the other person should remain high above forever, yet he greedily wanted to pull him into a cage of love.

He hadn’t suppressed his own desires…

He didn’t know if the other person, once his memories fully returned, would truly accept his love, or if he would find the things Rocheville did while he was without his memories to be an insult.

He didn’t know if Si Ye would loathe him. If he would loathe everything Rocheville had done to him, and loathe the love he once felt for him.

The sleeping youth frowned slightly, shrinking further into the man’s embrace in discomfort. Rocheville lowered his eyes and held the warm body tighter. A dark glint burned within his blood-red pupils.

Is your love for me just because of a momentary softness? Or is it just because you still need me?

He nuzzled the youth’s forehead; it was ice cold. Rocheville carefully pulled up the quilt.

“But I love you.”

Rocheville whispered softly in Si Ye’s ear, his tone as gentle as a poem for the night. Yet the unconcealable fear and obsession within his words clung to the affectionate tone like a marrow-eating maggot. Crazy longing and extreme lust had already pierced into his bones and seeped into his soul; even if his marrow were scooped out and his bones scraped, it could never be erased.

“I love you.”

So…

Listening to the steady heartbeat within the boy’s chest, Rocheville leaned down and placed a light kiss on his lips. This kiss was very light, very soft, carrying the pain and thirst of drinking poison to quench a drought.

Has a devout believer turned into a fanatic, seeking to pull the deity off the divine throne?

No.

Rocheville hugged the youth tenderly. His blood-red eyes were saturated with bone-deep love and obsession.

The deity must remain high above forever. He would climb the divine altar step by step to hold the deity he loved in his arms. He would place the crown of glory back on the god’s head, kiss his fingertips, kiss his lips, and lick away his tears so they would never fall again.

Even if he doesn’t love me.

Even if he doesn’t love me.

He cannot abandon me. He cannot leave me.

Whether it is a reluctance born of pity… or a binding that cannot be escaped…

No matter what…

I will use everything…

I will never let you go…

Never…

PS: Rocheville fell in love with the reincarnated Si Ye. His feelings for the original Si Ye were always those of dependence and family. He only fell in love after the reincarnation, so there is no “stand-in for myself” melodrama here.