I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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After watching Han Yi-gyeol's condition for a moment, Cheon Sa-yeon squinted his eyes and placed his hand over Han Yi-gyeol's heart. He felt stiff energy. Had he been hit by a debuff ability?

"You're a really demanding collaborator."

Cheon Sa-yeon, who put down the sword he was holding, gently pushed Han Yi-gyeol's shoulder. Cheon Sa-yeon, who climbed on top of Han Yi-gyeol, who was lying in an upright position, touched his cheek.

A gentle face could be seen under the dishevelled brown hair. Cheon Sa-yeon smiled as he wiped his face, which was stained with blood from his torn forehead, with his thumb.

He was bruised and broken here and there, but as long as Han Yi-gyeol slept in the clothes he bought him, it felt pretty good to look down.

He never imagined that a moment would come when he would feel this kind of emotion while looking at Han Yi-gyeol, not anyone else.

"When are you going to reveal your real name? Ung? Han Yi-gyeol."

He tapped his white cheek as if he was playing around. Then the brow frowned slightly. Every time he reacted to what he touched, Cheon Sa-yeon bent his eyebrows with a satisfied expression.

Holding his face, he lowered his left hand and grabbed Han Yi-gyeol's hand. As before, he began to slowly push his energy into his hands by interlocking his fingers.

"...ugh."

As slimy energy began to enter his palm, Han Yi-gyeol's body trembled. His straight forehead was wrinkled and the corners of his eyes glew brightly. Cheon Sa-yeon watched all of it closely.

"Uh, ah... ugh."

The closed eyelids trembled and opened slightly. The soft caramel-coloured eyes he finally met turned towards Cheon Sa-yeon.

"Ha, Tae-heon-ssi...?"

"......"

As if his tongue was hardened due to the debuff effect, the name that came out with a slightly slurred pronunciation was not his. With his smiling face, Cheon Sa-yeon held Han Yi-gyeol's hand more tightly and pushed his energy into him at once.

"Ah? Gasp, uh, ugh...! Ah...!"

Han Yi-gyeol's back suddenly bent as he looked up at Cheon Sa-yeon with a blurred gaze. Although it was obvious that he was in pain, Cheon Sa-yeon did not stop as if he was grumpy and continued to inject his energy.

St, op... stop...! I, I'm tired..."

"Hold on."

Han Yi-gyeol struggled as hard as he could to escape from under him. Pressing down on the body, Cheon Sa-yeon said in a voice of scolding.

"I'm helping you. You should take it quietly. Ung? It's precious that others can't get it even if they want to."

"Ugh, ah, no... No more...! Huu!"

"Haha, look at this."

The warm energy of Cheon Sa-yeon that entered through the palm of his hand completely enveloped Han Yi-gyeol. The energy that had been hardened by the debuff slowly loosened and began to move. Contrary to the owner who was overwhelming, the flowing energy expressed satisfaction. Cheon Sa-yeon smirked on the corner of his lips.

"You're going to eat it like this, but you say you can't do it with your mouth... It seems that lying has become a habit."

"Uuugh...! Ah, ugh..."

Despite the absurd accusations, Han Yi-gyeol could not refute as usual and was only slurred in pain. As he stared at Han Yi-gyeol, who could not come to his senses, Cheon Sa-yeon confirmed that his energy had returned perfectly to normal.