Although he could leave the isolation prison and gaze at the boundless sea, Yanchuan did not consider that completing the main task. He thought about it and determined that to complete the task, he truly needed to leave the isolation prison, to leave the island entirely. The sea stretched infinitely, and he needed some means of transportation to navigate it to escape. Or perhaps he should pray for a fishing boat to pass by this lonely island. The latter seemed uncertain; his luck was not good, and he guessed he wouldn’t be able to wait for a benevolent fishing boat to come by. However, the former option was indeed a possibility.
After observing for a while, Yanchuan speculated that communication with the outside world was possible from the isolation prison. After all, transferring prisoners would take time, and supplying the prison required a vast amount of resources. He certainly did not believe this deserted island could be self-sufficient. The isolation island needed supplies, and there would periodically be ships bringing in materials. If he could figure out the cycle of these shipments and find the right moment to hide by the shore, maybe he could sneak onto a boat and escape?
Yanchuan mulled it over and deemed it feasible, although this method couldn’t guarantee success. Regardless, as long as there was a ship approaching from the outside, his chances of completing the mission and breaking free from the script would be significantly higher. Finding a chance to sneak onto a ship was certainly better than swimming in the ocean, right?
Planning was one thing, but execution proved to be much more challenging. For instance, Yanchuan still needed to complete the occasional side tasks that emerged, gather information on the frequency of supply boats, and avoid the guards’ patrols. Just the first side task was already giving him a headache. He had to obtain the warden’s stamp… But where was this stamp, and how could he get it?
Yanchuan glanced at the key in his hand. The key Leo had given him only allowed him to come and go freely from Leo’s office, but he had no idea where the warden’s office was located. Would he have to check each office one by one, risking capture in the process? That certainly wouldn’t work; he needed to see the so-called “warden” first.
Yanchuan pursed his lips, feeling that the script’s tasks were becoming increasingly difficult.
***
That night, Yanchuan hurriedly finished washing up and intended to sleep. He had heard from someone near Hesse that they were preparing for a “competition.” That was tomorrow. The hierarchy and status within the isolation prison were fluid, with the capable rising to the top. Of course, some, like Yanchuan, chose to lie low and honestly play the role of an F-grade. Let Hesse deal with the troubles of the “competition” alone. After all, he was just a weak, helpless little thief.
Lights-out time arrived punctually. Yanchuan planned to sleep, but the other person in the room insisted on disturbing him. A pair of green eyes seemed to glow in the dark, fixating on him. It felt like a large beast lying in wait in the jungle, its intense gaze tangible.
“What are you doing…?” After several unsuccessful attempts to fall asleep, Yanchuan reluctantly opened his eyes, furrowing his brows as he looked toward the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
Did this person really not need any rest after fighting during the day and staying up at night? Yanchuan had grown accustomed to having someone nearby, but he certainly did not need to be watched so intently. He felt sleepy; so much had happened that day, and he would need to face the first “competition” in the script tomorrow. He just wanted to lie down and sleep.
Clearly, before sleeping, he needed to get Hesse to leave.
“Not tired?”
The dark-haired beauty, with sleepiness evident in his eyes, lay in the soft bed, revealing only a small portion of his fair cheek. His voice carried a drowsiness.
He truly looked tired, yawning slightly, his delicate wrist resting across his eyes as he murmured, “Aren’t you tired at night?”
His tone was soft and sticky, carrying a hint of a pout.
Hesse’s response was to suddenly extend a cold hand toward him.
Yanchuan: !
The height of their bunk beds did nothing to conceal Hesse, whose long legs and stature allowed him to easily reach Yanchuan, who was sleeping on the upper bunk. A chilly hand covered Yanchuan’s slim waist.
Though separated by a thin blanket, the cool temperature transferred over. Not to mention those piercing green eyes that bore into him.
Yanchuan had to wake up against his will. He tentatively struggled, attempting to pry Hesse’s hand away, but found it was futile and had to prop himself up on his elbow.
The blanket slipped away, and Yanchuan tugged it back, wrapping it around himself, frowning as he asked Hesse, “What are you doing…?”
Was he trying to keep him up too?
Hesse remained silent and climbed up to the upper bunk, recreating a scene from just a short while ago. For instance, the blanket being pushed aside, with Yanchuan squeezed into the corner of the wall, while Hesse pressed down on his calves.
By the time Yanchuan realized what was happening, Hesse was already up there with him. Even the patrolling guards outside were starting to shine their flashlights in their direction from time to time.
Realizing that he couldn’t sleep again, Yanchuan: …
“You…” Yanchuan furrowed his brows, looking at Hesse in confusion.
Was this person suggesting he wanted to sleep together? How could they share such a narrow bed? Did he not understand his own body size?
“I need to talk to you.” Compared to Yanchuan’s displeased expression, Hesse was calm and collected. He showed no self-awareness about suddenly climbing into someone else’s bed, casually drawing Yanchuan into his embrace while calmly saying, “We’ll sleep later.”
Yanchuan: … What could it possibly be?
He furrowed his brows even tighter, but fortunately, Hesse was warm, and his body provided some heat. If he had come up with a cold demeanor, Yanchuan would have seriously considered kicking him out!
Yet, the sudden closeness began to irritate Yanchuan. The cells each had single beds, and with Hesse’s height and long limbs, he had effectively pushed Yanchuan into the corner of the wall.
As a result, Yanchuan could only curl his body, wedged between the wall and Hesse.