Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother

The man was tall and stood in front of her, with a smile in his amber eyes. Remembering the anxious and hopeful feelings in the club, he looked at her and muttered to himself:

“I left the private room to call you and purposely brought my coat. Do you Imow why?”

He continued, “I was hoping you would say you miss me. If you missed me, I would come to see you immediately. But not only did you not say you miss me, but you also rejected me. Lu Yang, you can’t treat me like this…”

Lu Yang was rendered speechless and mused, “Looks like this guy has made up his mind, hasn’t he?”

“At first, you were teasing me. Even if your intention wasn’t to have me, you shouldn’t abandon me.”

Lu Yang’s tone remained steady. “So, are you trying to extort me?”

“If I were, would I get dumped tomorrow just because I step out with my left foot first?”

“No.” Lu Yang said, “Up until now, there’s only one reason you might get dumped.”

“What reason?”

“Because you talk too much.”

Jiang Yanzhou’s five fingers leisurely passed through her hair, his palm cupping the back of her head. “I want to talk more with you.”

The two stood in the hallway, with only faint light. The room was dark, and a sense of joy and relaxation filled Lu Yang’s heart. Her eyebrows gently curved as she pushed him and said, “Go turn on the light.”

Jiang Yanzhou pecked lightly at her forehead. “Okay.”

A message popped up on her phone. Lu Yang stood still, reading the message, and furrowed her brows. The moment of contentment was short-lived and quickly dissipated. At this moment, her heavy heart reached its peak.

Jiang Yanzhou turned on the lights and went to the kitchen to pour water for her. When he turned around, she threw herself into his arms.

Lu Yang wrapped her hands around the man’s sturdy waist. She closed her eyes and spoke softly as if her voice was a wisp of ethereal smoke. “Jiang Yanzhou, do you have any way to make me happy?

Jiang Yanzhou didn’t know why she suddenly became unhappy despite her stable emotions, but now the most important thing was not to analyze the reasons but to make her happy. He put the glass down and asked softly, “Do you want to continue kissing, or do you want to do an experiment?”

“Neither.” Lu Yang muttered, “I want to listen to Mingyu’s song. Can you sing it for me?”

Jiang Yanzhou was at a loss for words and wondered, “Am I just a stand-in?”

Lu Yang didn’t like bringing negative emotions to others, especially her family.

She thought it was useless to talk to them about it, only causing them to worry.

But Jiang Yanzhou could repeatedly detect her low spirits and subtly find ways to improve her mood.

“My grandmother used to say that it’s rare to meet someone who can bring you peace, and my grandfather was such a person. As for whether Jiang Yanzhou could be the person who could calm her down at any time, I fell that further consideration is needed,” Lu Yang surmised inwardly.

Jiang Yanzhou gently gathered her hair to the back of her shoulder and asked softly, “Besides listening to songs, what else do you want to do?”

Without hesitation, Lu Yang replied, “I want to see you cry.”

Jiang Yanzhou chuckled as he looked at her. “Is your happiness built on my

“You look good when you cry,” Lu Yang explained.

She had a vivid memory of a scene they filmed together. In the dim hospital corridor, he sat on a bench alone with his hands covering his forehead and eyes. Slowly, he moved his hands away, revealing reddened eye corners and falling tears. His pupils shone with a chilly light, as if he had crushed the brilliant galaxy of the universe, reflecting endless and inexpressible pain.

People around secretly wiped their tears when they saw this scene, immersed in a sorrowful atmosphere.

Gu Liye, who had noticed something, caught sight of Lu Yang staring at Jiang

Yanzhou without looking away and asked her, “Junior sister, how do you feel?”

Lu Yang casually lifted her eyelid and said, “Crying looks good.”

All the emotions she couldn’t release in the thick darkness seemed to transform into tears in his eyes, dissipating as they fell.

In that moment, Lu Yang felt terrible about herself.

“Lu Yang, you have a remarkable ability to make people cry.”

After speaking, Jiang Yanzhou unceremoniously lifted her and took a few steps to the couch. He gently placed her down, fetched a glass of water, and handed it to her. After she finished drinking, he asked, “If I cried, would you comfort

Lu Yang shook her head and answered truthfully, “No, I wouldn’t.”

Jiang Yanzhou chuckled softly, and his voice was magnetic. ‘You want a man to cry, but you don’t want to comfort him. Where in the world does such a good thing exist?”

“But I only like it when you cry, not other men,” Lu Yang said.

“Lu Yang.” Jiang Yanzhou’s voice softened even more, “When you say that, it would be so much better if you remove the word ‘cry’.” She only liked him, not other men.

But she could easily manipulate him with her words.

Even Jiang Yanzhou couldn’t control her emotions. He wasn’t a god who could easily make her forget and regain her radiant smile.

All he could do was take things step by step.

First, he would solve the problem, comfort her, and then delve into the reasons.

Jiang Yanzhou sat on the couch, pulled her closer, and made her sit on his lap. This gesture was more intimate than a kiss, causing Lu Yang’s heartbeat to quicken. She called his name, “Yanzhou.”

“Yeah, I’m here, ” Jiang Yanzhou responded in a low tone.

He cupped her face with warm palms, and his fingers lightly brushed her lips. Then, with a magnetic voice, he caressed her eardrums, saying, “Lu Yang, look at me.”

Lu Yang raised her eyelashes and gazed at him.

Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes gradually turned red. His eye sockets moistened as tears slowly welled up, forming a droplet.

His emotions quickly affected her. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt his intense affection was different from the last time.

He held her pale hand, touched it against his face, and just as the tears fell from his eyes, her fingertips caught that droplet.

Lu Yang’s breath hitched.

The tear on her fingertip seemed like a flickering flame, burning half of her heart.

There was still a faint glimmer of moisture in his eyes as he held her wrist and pressed her hand against his lips, gently leaving a kiss.

Lu Yang’s heart trembled, as if there were urgent raindrops beating at the core of her heart, gradually replacing the somber mood with another sensation.

The two of them quietly locked eyes, in the dimly lit room, with scorching gazes and an extraordinary surge of emotion. After a moment, he asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

After a moment, he asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

Lu Yang replied hesitantly, “Yeah.”

Now her mind was filled with images of him crying, and she had no room to think about other distressing matters.

“Jiang Yanzhou, why are you so good to me?”

Jiang Yanzhou’s tone was natural but couldn’t hide a slight huskiness, “You have your faith, and I have mine.”

Her faith was medicine, and his faith was acting?

Lu Yang didn’t have a definite answer.

She simply stared at him, without pondering or speaking.

“I offer you the loyalty I’ve never given to anyone else.” Jiang Yanzhou looked deeply into her dark pupils. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, expressing sincerity like a vow. “Lu Yang, you are my only faith.”

Lu Yang gazed at him with a pleased expression gracing her delicate eyebrows. Without a word, her hand reached up to his shoulder, and she lightly kissed his lips.

“A kiss of faith..’