Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 95

From outside the car to inside it, the empty parking garage burned with the heat of demon aura in the dark.

Exhausted, Wei Huan was pulled into Yun Yongzhou’s embrace. Yun Yongzhou’s arm cushioned him as he kissed his sweat-damp forehead.

Wei Huan tilted his chin up without even opening his eyes. “Kiss.”

Yun Yongzhou obeyed, kissing him gently and slowly. Wei Huan felt like their souls were knotting together, inseparable and tangled.

“Never do that again,” Wei Huan said, meeting his eyes. “Mm?”

That little “mm?” was soft and sweet, and Yun Yongzhou’s heart melted. He immediately promised, “Okay.”

“You’re good at promising now, but when the time comes, you’ll still do whatever you want. What am I supposed to do then?”

That “What am I supposed to do” somehow hit a soft spot in Yun Yongzhou. His heart felt like it had been pawed by a fluffy kitten—helplessly tender.

Wei Huan found himself unable to stop once he started, “Do you have some kind of martyr complex? You never wanted to join the government army, and now you’ve done it—without a single word to me, without even contacting me. You’re really stubborn.”

“I knew you wouldn’t agree if I told you.” Yun Yongzhou didn’t show much emotion. He was more focused on keeping Wei Huan warm, reaching out to pull his hoodie over him.

“It’s hot.” Wei Huan pushed it away. Yun Yongzhou didn’t know how to coax, so he could only hold him, thinking to try again later.

“Have you thought about your next steps?” Wei Huan asked.

Yun Yongzhou’s fingers gently ran through his hair. “Mm.”

Then when are you going to tell me?

Wei Huan wanted to ask but didn’t say it aloud. Yun Yongzhou was used to being alone. From the beginning, he hadn’t been the talkative type. Asking him to suddenly pour out everything now felt a bit unrealistic.

Take it slow.

“It’s not comfy sleeping in the car…” Wei Huan wriggled in his arms like a wounded bunny, resting his chin on Yun Yongzhou’s collarbone.

“You want to go back?” Yun Yongzhou loosened his hold and looked at the eyes that were slowly fading back to normal.

Wei Huan clutched a button on Yun Yongzhou’s uniform, looking away. “Well, uh, Qing He said… he’s not leaving the door open for me tonight…”

Yun Yongzhou nearly laughed. He gently brushed aside Wei Huan’s damp bangs and said deliberately, “Then what should we do? I can’t go back to Shanhai now. Who’s going to walk you to your dorm?”

Wei Huan blushed furiously, yanked on Yun Yongzhou’s collar, and muttered, “You… Yun Yongzhou, you’re really something. How come I never realized how dangerous you are?” Then, sulkily, he let go. “I don’t need you to walk me. I’ll go myself. Let me go. Stop hugging me.”

Yun Yongzhou just held him tighter and kissed him again. His hand gently cradled the back of Wei Huan’s head, patting his back soothingly. When they finally parted, Wei Huan looked dazed, the tip of his nose red. He felt like his anger had mysteriously disappeared—wiped out by a single kiss.

While he was mentally grumbling about that, Yun Yongzhou leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Let’s go home.”

Wei Huan glanced at him. “Home? You mean take me back to the Prime Minister’s residence? No way. If I go, you better prepare a grand sedan chair with eight bearers to carry me to the gates. I want three days and three nights of firecrackers so all those little flowers and songbirds can see clearly—stop daydreaming about my boyfriend in broad daylight.”

Yun Yongzhou’s face held a doting yet helpless smile. “Doesn’t look like you’re very tired to me.”

“Who said I’m not? I’m exhausted…” Wei Huan began playing weak, curling up close to Yun Yongzhou’s collarbone, only the tips of his flushed ears visible.

Yun Yongzhou pinched his chin and lifted it, planting a kiss on his left cheek. Wei Huan lit up like a child and turned his other cheek. “This side too.”

Yun Yongzhou lowered his head and kissed the right side.

Wei Huan laughed, wrapping both arms around Yun Yongzhou’s waist. “One kiss left, one kiss right, now Wei Little Nine is all smiles.”

Where did he even come up with these lines every day?

Wei Huan deftly unfastened the buttons of Yun Yongzhou’s coat, pulled it open like a door, and burrowed into his arms. “Time to sleep.”

“Not here. Let’s go back.” Yun Yongzhou was about to open a barrier when Wei Huan suddenly sat up, as if remembering something. “Wait!”

“My hat! And your glove! Still outside!”

Jumpy like a little mouse, Yun Yongzhou kissed his thin eyelid lightly. “Forget the glove.”

“No! What if one of your fangirls picks it up and keeps it as a souvenir? That’d be too cheap for them.” Wei Huan urged him. “Go get it back.” Yun Yongzhou was tormented into silence and had no choice but to get out of the car.

“Hurry and close the door!” Wei Huan curled up inside the car like an imperious little hermit crab.

Yun Yongzhou picked up the glove that had been tossed far away and also grabbed Wei Huan’s hat, gave it a pat, and came back. Wei Huan quickly said thanks and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Yun Yongzhou took off his military coat and draped it over him, then opened a barrier and brought Wei Huan back to the lakeside villa from before.

Wei Huan was too lazy to move. Yun Yongzhou dragged him into the bathroom for a shower, then tucked him—warm and clean—into bed. These past few days, Wei Huan had been fighting monsters by day and worrying about Yun Yongzhou at night, never sleeping well. Now, with Yun Yongzhou beside him, he fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow.

He didn’t know why, but in the middle of the night he woke up in a daze. The sky outside was still pitch-dark. Yun Yongzhou was sleeping quietly beside him, while he himself was sprawled all over the place—not even using a pillow, insisting on lying on Yun Yongzhou’s arm instead. Yun Yongzhou lay half on his side, the other hand loosely gripping Wei Huan’s right wrist.

Wei Huan found it odd and tried to pull his arm out. But as soon as he moved, Yun Yongzhou’s brow furrowed, and his hand clutched his wrist again.

Just how afraid was he that I’d disappear? Wei Huan’s heart felt like it was pricked by a tiny needle. He reached out and interlocked their fingers instead, replacing the one-sided grip with a mutual hold.

Bathed in moonlight, he quietly looked at Yun Yongzhou’s sleeping face. It looked exactly the same as it had ten years ago, and yet… also a little different. He couldn’t say what it was—maybe it was the missing seven years. In those seven years, Yun Yongzhou had waited for him alone. Wei Huan hadn’t been there, not for a second of it.

His chest suddenly ached. He didn’t even know why. Technically, he’d only really fallen for Yun Yongzhou in the last few months since he was reborn—but somehow, it felt like he had loved this person for a very, very long time.

Long enough that right now, he felt both fulfilled and terrified of losing him.

He loved him too much.

Not wanting to wake Yun Yongzhou, Wei Huan carefully leaned over and gave him the lightest kiss—just a brush, that’s all. He moved as if touching a fragile treasure. The moment his lips made contact, a small firework lit up in his heart.

But the instant they touched, the distance vanished. The thief became the caught—Yun Yongzhou, with his eyes still closed, leaned in and kissed him back. The hand that had been interlocked slid over to brace against the bed beside Wei Huan.

“Mm… mm?! You were awake?!” Wei Huan pulled away, covering his mouth with his hand.

Yun Yongzhou opened his eyes and pecked the back of Wei Huan’s hand. Then he collapsed on top of him like a big puppy, voice stuffy and nasal. “Mm…”

“When did you wake up?” Wei Huan asked. Yun Yongzhou waved their still-interlocked hands, then flopped down again. “When you grabbed my hand.”

Wei Huan suddenly felt a little embarrassed—maybe the side effect of being caught mid-sneak-kiss. He grumbled while lightly pushing Yun Yongzhou, mumbling something about how heavy he was… yet he inched closer, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go.

Half-asleep, Yun Yongzhou murmured slowly, “Will you come see me tomorrow…”

Wei Huan replied deliberately, “I don’t exactly have any urgent reason to, do I? If I keep running to you every day, people will think I’m some stalker. And if you arrest me, no one will help me—not even the telepathy link.”

Such a little grump.

Yun Yongzhou chuckled softly in his sleep, the sound magnified in the stillness of the night. It made Wei Huan’s ears tingle.

“You do have a reason,” Yun Yongzhou whispered, lips pressed to the top of his hair. “You owe me a new tire.”

Wei Huan froze. In hindsight, it was pretty childish and embarrassing—but at least it was a fair trade. Not a total waste of effort.

“F-fine. I’ll be generous and change the Young Master’s tire tomorrow.”

Yun Yongzhou kissed his forehead. “Thanks, little rascal.”

“Tch.”

This golden crow, always treating him like a kid.

After loafing around at Yun Yongzhou’s place for a full day, Wei Huan finally snuck back to the dark zone. Outside HQ, he spammed Qing He’s comms with desperate calls until Qing He, thoroughly annoyed, came to pick him up and bring him back to the Rebels.

“I thought you ran off for good. Was just about to light firecrackers to celebrate, and boom, you come back. What a letdown.” Qing He gave him a sideways glance. “Tsk, look at that glow on your face—all flushed and radiant. Tail practically wagging up to the sky. Not mad anymore, huh?”

“Tch,” Wei Huan pulled the hand out of his hoodie pocket, swept back his hair with flair, and pulled his cap back on. “Just muddling along. What, you think we’d break up or something?”

Qing He sniped, “Wow, Yun Yongzhou must be something. What sweet talk did he use on you?”

At that, Wei Huan’s ears turned red. He fiddled with his zipper, tugging it up and down, and muttered under his breath, “Sweet talk, my *ss…”

Qing He tsked several times in a row. Wei Huan grabbed a cushion off the couch and chucked it at him. “Tsk again and I’ll slice you with my light blade.”

“Look at you, acting all fierce and cuddly,” Qing He teased, then remembered something. “Oh right—your membership application got rejected.”

“What?” Wei Huan was incredulous. “Wait, is Yu Sheng out of his mind? I’m this handsome, charming, strong, and capable—and he doesn’t want me?”

“Rebels is in expansion mode right now, their database updates daily.” Qing He showed him the rejection notice and shrugged. “You know what that means?”

“It means this guy definitely knows who I am.” Wei Huan flopped back onto the couch. “Fine then, I’m staying. Even as an unofficial member—I’m not leaving.”

“If you wanna work for free, nobody’s gonna stop you.”

The two were still chatting when the student ring on Qing He’s desk lit up. He grabbed it and tossed it to Wei Huan. “Speak of the devil. Just got it repaired and someone’s already calling.”

Wei Huan caught it one-handed. It was Yan Shanyue. “What’s up, little fox? Miss me?”

Yan Shanyue kept a straight face and ignored the joke. “Something’s up with Wuqi.”

“Wuqi?” Wei Huan immediately sat upright. “That cursed flower’s acting up again?”

Yan Shanyue said, “Boss Jue told me. She said she received word from Shahua claiming she doesn’t have an apprentice and wants to pass Wuqi’s dark sorcery line down to her—but she also told Boss Jue not to tell anyone.”

Zhang Jue wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but she had always been devoted to her master. She definitely wouldn’t be willing to see Wuqi’s legacy cut off here.

“Could be a trap,” Wei Huan said.

“That’s what she’s afraid of too, which is why she told me. I don’t think it’s that simple. Shahua is full of tricks—there’s definitely something shady going on.”

Wei Huan stood up. “Perfect. I was just looking for a chance to meet her. Didn’t expect her to crawl out first. Call our Group. We’ll go with Boss Jue.”

Yan Shanyue gave a quiet “mm,” then hesitated before speaking again. “Don’t tell Teacher Su about this.”

Wei Huan paused. “You noticed something too?”

“I can’t be sure, but every time I see him, I get this faint feeling of bian scent on him.”

So it hadn’t been his imagination.

“Got it. We won’t tell him. We’ll go on our own.”