Chapter 95: Entanglement

In an instant, Ji Linmo's body tensed, and he instinctively stood up.

—Qin Feng? Why is he here?

“Brother, why are you standing up? Sit down, let’s eat together.”

Qin Feng smiled, pressing Ji Linmo’s shoulder to indicate he should sit, then took his own seat on the bench.

Facing the young man before him, Ji Linmo’s expression swiftly reverted to its usual indifference.

He scrutinized Qin Feng, unable to fathom why he would encounter him again so soon.

Moreover, Qin Feng’s current state—could he have become an NPC?

If so, this instance would become a living hell for Ji Linmo.

Just then, a prompt appeared before his eyes.

[Player—Qin Feng (Younger Brother)]

[Character Introduction: This is your younger brother. Recently, he seems to have undergone some strange changes.]

So... he’s playing a role in the game, just as Ji Linmo is?

Noticing Ji Linmo’s gaze, Qin Feng tilted his head aside instinctively.

He had already realized that in this game, all players would be assigned roles.

Which meant Qin Feng must also have rules related to “elder brother,” just like himself.

“Brother, have some tomato and egg—it’s good for you~”

Qin Feng smiled, scooping some tomato and egg into Ji Linmo’s bowl.

The vivid red tomato made Ji Linmo’s brow twitch.

“Thank you. Let me get you a tomato too—these are especially sweet.”

Without hesitation, Ji Linmo picked up his chopsticks and placed several purple cherry tomatoes into Qin Feng’s bowl.

The round tomatoes rolled into the bowl, staining it with a spreading purple hue.

“Brother, you really do love me. I’m so moved~”

Qin Feng’s smile grew brighter. He scooped the cherry tomatoes from his own bowl and returned them to Ji Linmo.

“So, brother, such delicious tomatoes should be yours.”

“No, you eat them—you’re still young... Tomatoes are rich in vitamins.”

Ji Linmo pushed the bowl back.

“You eat first, brother~”

“No need to be polite, they’re for you.”

After several exchanges, the tomatoes remained suspended in midair, neglected.

“Brother, I wonder—could it be that you dislike me~” Qin Feng said, holding the spoon, his gaze sly.

“If you don’t dislike your little brother, then open your mouth and let me feed you, ah~”

No sooner had he spoken than the sound of sobbing arose.

Beside them, their elegantly dressed mother in her cheongsam wiped tears from her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.

“My good children, seeing you two brothers still so close makes me feel at ease.”

Seeing the tears on her face, Ji Linmo’s brows furrowed sharply.

[If you wish to avoid conflict, please abide by the following rules:]

[2. When mother smiles, she lies. When she cries, she tells the truth.]

Since mother was crying, her words must be true, meaning the brothers were indeed very close.

If he wanted to play the “elder brother” without exposing himself, he would have to maintain a good relationship with the “younger brother” character.

“Come on, brother, open your mouth—mother’s watching~”

Qin Feng smiled as he brought the spoon to Ji Linmo’s lips, his tone light.

Ji Linmo’s brows knit tightly. With mother watching, refusal might expose him as not truly the “brother.”

But the purple paint from the tomatoes had stained the spoon entirely; eating it would be certain death.

“Thank you, little brother, but I’m not hungry. How about we go to my room and play for a while? I’ve brought you a gift.”

He smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle Qin Feng’s hair.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, nuzzling Ji Linmo’s palm like a young beast seeking affection.

But the coldness flashing in Ji Linmo’s eyes made Qin Feng immediately stop, smiling as he curled his lips.

“Alright, brother~ Let’s go play in your room~”

The way he called him “brother” was so sweet and cloying that Ji Linmo felt chills run over his skin.

This little lunatic—couldn’t he address people normally?

“Dad, Mom, I’m going to play in my room with my brother.”

Ji Linmo nodded to his parents, indicating for Qin Feng to follow.

The parents in the dining room showed no expression, making no move to stop them.

Ji Linmo opened his bedroom door, motioning for Qin Feng to enter.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow at the stark, almost empty room.

“Mr. Ji, your room is so plain—perhaps you’d like to stay in mine instead?”

Click—

The sound of the lock turning.

Qin Feng turned to see Ji Linmo, face cold, locking the door behind them.

The boy laughed immediately, his smile mocking.

“Mr. Ji, I’m still young—please restrain yourself~”

Boom!

Almost instantly, Ji Linmo seized Qin Feng by the throat, pressing him coldly against the wall.

“Qin Feng... What on earth are you... Are you purposely courting death, sharing this instance with me?”

Ji Linmo’s hatred was barely contained, his grip tightening, veins standing out on his hand.

Qin Feng placed both hands on Ji Linmo’s wrists, gazing at him deeply, utterly unafraid.

“Mr. Ji, your question is rather interesting.”

“Since you want to know what I am, why don’t you answer first—what are you?”

Crash—

Qin Feng grabbed Ji Linmo’s collar, yanking him closer.

The space between them narrowed instantly—they could feel each other’s breath.

“Mr. Ji, don’t you think, from a certain perspective, we’re the same kind?”

The boy, still gripped by the throat, reached for Ji Linmo’s sleeve.

Cold fingers slid inch by inch along Ji Linmo’s searing skin, making him frown in disgust.

“Look—we have human faces, human fragility, human emotions, yet we are not human.”

“So, what do you think we are?”

Ji Linmo noticed the marks forming on Qin Feng’s neck, but the boy’s expression remained placid. He realized this method wouldn’t suffocate him, so he released his grip, preparing to try something else.

But before he could act, a sharp sound sliced through the air.

Not good!

Ji Linmo dodged swiftly, but Qin Feng struck his knee like a battering ram, pinning him to the bed and pressing his hands behind his back.

“Mr. Ji, daydreaming is a bad habit.”

Qin Feng, as if meting out punishment, pinched Ji Linmo’s cheek.