A figure fell down in front of him. His heart suddenly flinched as he caught the person, holding him tightly. “An Zhe?”

In a trance, An Zhe realized that this was a fragment of Lu Feng’s memory. He had just drunk Lu Feng’s blood and obtained something. It happened to be the scene where he just passed out.

“An Zhe?” Lu Feng called his name several times in a row but the person in his arms didn’t respond at all. The person just frowned as if he was suffering great pain. Lu Feng didn’t know why An Zhe had suddenly become like this and could only hold on tighter. This person seemed to be suddenly dying—just like this fickle world.

An Zhe realized the feelings of that moment. Right now, his feelings and Lu Feng’s feelings coincided.

Lu Feng was afraid. He was actually afraid. What was he afraid of? Afraid of losing this man in his arms. It was like… if he lost this person, he had lost everything.

An Zhe’s body trembled violently. This man—

What could Lu Feng be so good to him yet so fierce to him?

The strength of the hands on his shoulders briefly awakened him from this scene. His consciousness was split into two halves. Half was being kissed by Lu Feng almost in punishment while the other half was immersed in the past memory, witnessing this man holding him and shouting his name over and over.

However, An Zhe didn’t wake up. He looked so pained, so cute. He was so fragile but bearing such an intense pain.

Lu Feng wiped away the sweat on An Zhe’s forehead and An Zhe subconsciously grabbed Lu Feng’s wrist like a life-saving straw. What was Lu Feng thinking at that moment? He was thinking, ‘I can hurt him, I can do anything as long as he wakes up.’

An Zhe closed his eyes. He was still resisting but he didn’t have much strength. He seemed discouraged and in the end, he could only give up all resistance, letting Lu Feng take his lips and his spirit, his everything.

It was like a long war. The intense emotions of this long standoff slowly exhausted him. Once Lu Feng finally let go, An Zhe leaned against his chest and said nothing. Lu Feng just hugged him, equally silent.

The blank time stretched indefinitely. The Judge and the heterogeneous had nothing to say. In the long silence, Lu Feng suddenly opened his mouth. “How did you become human?” he wondered.

“It is because of An Ze.”

He leaned into Lu Feng’s arms. They had confessed to each other completely and in that kiss that had been driven by each other’s impulses, they had cut each other apart. Thus, he didn’t hide anything. In fact, he wasn’t a heterogeneous. He was useless and couldn’t infect anyone. He was actually a human-infected mushroom.