My Possessive Childhood Friend's Short-Lived White Moonlight Is Back

The instant Jiang Rong jolted awake, he vaguely heard a heavy crash. A terrible pain still lingered in his body.

He hurriedly threw off the covers to check himself. All four limbs were intact.

Surviving a disaster meant good fortune was on its way. He was clearly destined for a long life!

Looking around at the familiar layout, Jiang Rong stared in confusion. Why was he in his childhood friend's bed?

He left the room, walked down the long corridor, and opened door after door.

At the very end of the corridor, a tall man stood inside, leaning against the edge of a desk. Backlit, his features were difficult to make out in the shadows. His presence was cool and detached.

It was his childhood friend, Chi Yan.

As usual, Jiang Rong threw himself into the other's arms and said happily, "Chi Yan, I finally found you!"

He didn't notice his childhood friend's breath catch.

He didn't see the almost uncontrollable look in his eyes.

The person in his arms was so vivid and full of life. Chi Yan struggled with all his might to hold himself back, not daring to rest a hand on the young man's waist.

In his dreams, whenever he reached out to touch him, his hand would pass right through the boy's body.

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Only then did Jiang Rong learn that he had been dead for ten years.

In the years since his death, the world had changed beyond recognition.

His familiar childhood companion, once the poor heartthrob of their school, had become a rising star in the business world. His youthful innocence was gone, leaving only the composure and ruthlessness of a man who had everything under control.

But Jiang Rong noticed no difference. His childhood friend was still so good to him, caring for him attentively and promising to support him for the rest of his life.

Though lying flat and living in comfort was wonderful, Jiang Rong didn't want to be a freeloader.

The day he said he wanted to move out of the villa, his childhood friend paused, then smiled faintly and replied as casually as ever, "All right."

Jiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, he fell asleep in the little place he'd rented. When he woke, he was back in the villa.

Jiang Rong was lying in a secret room covered with his photographs, his waist gripped tightly as his childhood friend wantonly licked and teased his lips, his voice dangerous and suggestive.

"Rongrong, did you leave because you discovered my secret?"

"Rongrong, why won't you behave?"

"Rongrong, I want to lock you up..."

Extra Scene

After being reborn, Jiang Rong discovered that his childhood friend was more clingy than ever.

If he disappeared from his friend's sight for more than ten minutes, his friend would anxiously come looking for him.

Even in the bath, he had to keep answering.

"Rongrong, Rongrong."

Jiang Rong had been enjoying his bath so much that he'd accidentally fallen asleep. The calls woke him, and he blinked groggily. "I'm alive, alive, alive! I'm not dead!"

#Who started the rumor that I was dead!#

A beautiful, cheerful sunshine boy x a possessive, obsessive man who spent years mourning his beloved

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