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 Tan Yue's sudden call startled Song Yu, who almost dropped his phone. He

immediately rejected the call.

He couldn't send a voice message or answer the phone, as it would directly reveal that he was a boy.

As a result, the other party called again.

Being so persistent with an online friend would only lead to insults. Song Yu felt that he must have angered Tan Yue, so he hung up again.

The boy quickly sent several WeChat messages.

Tan Yue: [?]

Tan Yue: [Not answering the phone?]

Tan Yue: [Are you playing me?]

The aggressive manner made Song Yu not even dare to reply to the messages. He had been slacking off for a while, so he didn't stay in the cubicle anymore and planned to wash his hands before going to work.

The water flowed over his slender, fair fingers, creating bubbles that made his fingertips pink. Just

as Song Yu turned on the tap and pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, he felt someone come up beside him.

He thought it was a colleague, but when he looked up—

Shen Yize's cold, handsome profile was facing him. The man bent slightly, slowly rolling up his sleeves, revealing the strong lines of his forearms.

Song Yu felt a guilty feeling, like he'd been caught slacking off, and whispered, "Boss."

Shen Yize hummed in response, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Not feeling well?"

"...Huh?" Song Yu asked, puzzled.

Shen Yize then straightened up. His face looked refined, but his shoulders were broad, and his muscles bulged slightly beneath his white shirt, hinting at explosive power.

The two were close, the man almost a head taller than Song Yu, and in the dim light, the boy was almost entirely enveloped in his shadow.

After a moment, Shen Yize spoke.

"Your face looks very red, do you have a fever?"

Song Yu belatedly touched his cheek; it was very hot. It might be from just finishing something naughty, or it might be from being scared by Tan Yue's phone calls.

"I...I'm fine."

Just as he finished speaking, the phone on the sink started buzzing loudly.

Song Yu reached for WeChat, intending to hang up the voice call from Tan Yue, but in his panic, he dropped his phone.

He immediately bent down to pick it up, but a pair of hands snatched it up before he could—

"Be careful." Shen Yize glanced at the screen; several WeChat messages had just arrived in quick succession. He glanced at them, his pupils slightly contracting, but quickly regained his composure, handing the phone over and saying softly, "It's not broken."

Song Yu hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately took the phone. He didn't notice that his fingertips had accidentally brushed against the man's hand. The

soft, damp touch made Shen Yize's shoulders stiffen slightly, a hint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you, boss..."

Song Yu let out a small sigh.

It was still a long time before payday; if his phone had broken now, he might really have to go pick up trash.

"Buzz"

—another call.

Song Yu's face tightened, and Shen Yize said from the side, "You can answer if it's urgent; we're not that strict in our shop."

Song Yu looked up.

The slight smile softened the aloofness in the man's eyes; he wasn't as reserved as before, but he certainly wouldn't answer the protagonist's call in front of the second male lead.

"It's spam,"

Song Yu said before leaving the restroom.

After that tall, slender figure disappeared, Shen Yize's expression became even more indifferent, his eyes revealing an unfathomable depth.

*

The bar recently hired a new colleague, and the others were busy training him. Song Yu did his chores too, like wiping tables and glasses—not heavy work.

Thinking about being caught slacking off by the boss earlier, Song Yu felt a lingering fear and didn't dare look at his phone again.

Luckily, the other person didn't come often and didn't know about his crush.

009: [The second male lead's character is a reserved and deeply affectionate second male lead, only interested in the protagonist. Even if he knew you had a crush on him, it wouldn't have a big impact; at most, it would be awkward when you met.]

Song Yu thought for a moment: [He and the protagonist are so close; what if he finds out I pretended to be a girl to deceive the protagonist? Will he fire me?] 009

: [Don't worry, host, you were already working for your creditors back then.]

Song Yu: "..."

The specific plot details haven't been updated yet, but it sounds like he's definitely a pitiful person.

The bar was packed with customers on the weekend. Song Yu was helping his colleague mix cocktails when a colleague suddenly came over and whispered, "Hey, Song Yu, a customer is offering you a drink."

Remembering the melodramatic novels he and 009 had been reading recently, where the characters started in bars and then inexplicably got pregnant, Song Yu immediately became wary: "I don't drink."

The colleague said "Oh," and turned to leave.

But a moment later, he came over again: "He said a drink would be fine, he just wanted to treat you to something."

A colleague mixing drinks glanced at Song Yu's face: "I think he might have a crush on you."

"I think so too, sigh... at the fourth table, the one sitting furthest inside in the Tang suit, the watch on his wrist is enough to buy a house, he must be pretty rich."

"That one? I've seen him come here for several days now, always in the same seat."

"Could he have come specifically for Song Yu?"

...

Song Yu looked in the direction her colleague was pointing.

There were four or five people at that table, all wearing black suits, quite large, looking like bodyguards.

The one sitting furthest inside, wearing a white Tang suit, even lounging in his chair, exuded an upright posture and an extraordinary aura.

Song Yu had assumed people wearing such clothes were grandfathers, but the man was surprisingly young, looking to be in his early thirties. However, the lighting was dim, and only his general outline was visible.

Perhaps because his gaze lingered for too long, the man suddenly looked in his direction. When their eyes met, Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly from the man's sharp gaze.

He quickly looked away.

Seems like someone not to be trifled with…

Song Yu thought for a moment and asked a colleague to pour him a glass of juice.

Afraid of delaying work, he drank it rather quickly, leaving some on his lips. He quickly licked away the sweet liquid with his soft tongue.

It all happened in an instant, but the man in the shadows took it all in.

Song Yu was initially a little uncomfortable, but when he realized the man didn't seem inclined to approach him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Half an hour later, he noticed the group had left.

The man who had been wearing a Tang suit now carried a cane.

The cane gleamed with a metallic sheen, engraved with intricate patterns. However, he walked steadily and without a limp, just like an ordinary person.

Suddenly, 009's voice sounded in his mind: [Host, that's the protagonist of this world, named Shang Linchu.] His information is currently unavailable, but it is certain that he is a wealthy and powerful figure, and you have no connection with him.

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

So this is what the main character looks like.

Tan Yue is really a bit dense, actually treating such a tall, aloof man like a girl.

While Song Yu was criticizing Tan Yue, she didn't know that in the other boys' dormitory, a male college student was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, looking back at several recently saved photos while waiting for a message.

*

After getting home from work, Song Yu finally checked her phone.

Tan Yue hadn't called again after she rejected his call, but instead sent several WeChat messages.

Tan Yue: [Where are you?]

Tan Yue: [Have you called many people "husband"?]

Tan Yue: [?]

Even through the screen, Song Yu could feel the other person's gritted teeth.

It seemed he really disliked the term "husband."

Luckily, the progress bar hadn't been reversed.

Song Yu carefully edited a message and sent it: [No, I've only called you that.]

Actually… I've called other men that too, but most of the time it was because I was forced, or because I was made to lose my senses.

So, this is kind of the first time.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

Song Yu was startled; he assumed the other person was already asleep.

Tan Yue: [What did you do in between?]

Song Yu was using his pre-dropout identity to start an online relationship with Tan Yue. The other person thought he was a student, just not living in the dorm. They didn't know he was already heavily in debt, and had met him online while searching for a substitute after his unrequited love failed.

Xiao Yu: [I was so sleepy, I fell asleep.]

Tan Yue stared at the messages.

Who calls someone "husband" and then falls asleep the next minute? Isn't this a player?

He typed "Are you trying to play me?" and was about to send it when several more messages came in.

Xiao Yu: [Honey, I'm going to take a shower.]

Xiao Yu: [So sleepy, I'll chat with you tomorrow.]

Xiao Yu: [Goodnight.]

Tan Yue's eyelids twitched incessantly.

Why is she being so affectionate…

really, does she really think of him as her husband?

Thinking this, his eyes remained fixed on the messages Xiao Yu had sent. The constant use of terms like "shower" and "husband" made the inexperienced male college student's heart race, quickly banishing any thoughts that he might be a player or a con artist.

Three full minutes passed before he realized what was happening.

Tan Yue replied with an "Oh,"

then tossed his phone aside and closed his eyes to sleep.

Half a minute later, he jolted awake like a zombie, picked up his phone again, and opened his chat with "Xiaoyu."

She was already treating him like a husband; wasn't it inappropriate for him to be so cold?

After a moment's thought, Tan Yue replied: "Remember to reply tomorrow."

*

The next day, Song Yu woke up to find Tan Yue's message.

He'd sent two messages in the middle of the night and another around 8 a.m., saying he was already in the library.

Having already called him "husband," Song Yu felt less ashamed, and their conversation became noticeably bolder. They exchanged messages back and forth for the entire afternoon.

The atmosphere was much more ambiguous than before, and the topic somehow shifted to relationships.

Tan Yue said he'd never been in a relationship and was currently focusing solely on his studies.

Song Yu stared anxiously at the message.

If he was only focused on studying, how could he possibly fall for this scoundrel's online romance scheme?

It was already the fourth day at noon, with two and a half days left until the week's deadline. Aside from working at the bar, he didn't have much time left for pure online chatting.

Song Yu hesitated for a while.

Seeing that he hadn't replied, Tan Yue sent another message: 【Have you ever dated anyone?】

Song Yu immediately denied it.

Xiao Yu: 【No!】

Xiao Yu: 【I only like tall guys who are good at academics and good-looking.】

Tan Yue, seeing this, wondered why he didn't just give out his ID number.

The guy, thinking he'd been confessed to, sat in the empty reading room at midday, staring at his phone, a smile uncontrollably creeping onto his face.

He couldn't just agree right away, could he?

Tan Yue feigned modesty: 【You have good taste.】

Lost in his thoughts of flirting, Song Yu hadn't eaten anything since getting up, and his stomach was now empty. He replied, "I'm going to eat," and changed his clothes and shoes before heading out.

After leaving the room, Song Yu glanced next door.

The door was closed; it seemed Zhao Ran had gone to work.

He missed the pork rib soup Zhao Ran used to make.

Song Yu went downstairs and out of the residential area. There was a rather bustling commercial street nearby, and he was overwhelmed by the variety of options. So he sat on a bench outside and took out his phone to search for a pork rib soup shop nearby.

There was one, but it cost 48 yuan.

So expensive…

Song Yu felt as if he had instantly returned to the days when he was cannon fodder.

He drooped his head and stared pitifully at the shop entrance.

His phone vibrated.

Tan Yue sent another message: [What are you planning to eat?]

Song Yu, with drooping eyelids, replied: [I want to drink pork rib soup.]

Tan Yue: [Want some? There aren't any nearby?]

Song Yu smelled the rich aroma wafting from the shop, his nose twitching slightly like a small animal.

Song Yu: [There are some, but they're so expensive.]

Soon, Tan Yue asked where he was, which startled Song Yu, who thought the other person wanted to meet him in person. So he vaguely gave the name of the street without providing a location.

About two minutes later, Tan Yue sent a location.

Tan Yue: [This place is called Zhongyu Tang, the food is pretty good, I ordered one for you.]

Song Yu clicked on it and found it was the restaurant right in front of him.

He just didn't expect Tan Yue to order food for an online friend he wasn't even that familiar with.

The void space was already in an uproar, with the fragments all claiming they were rich, but they weren't qualified to spend money on Song Yu from the small world.

However, thinking that the host might be tricked by a bowl of pork rib soup, 009 promptly reminded him: [Host, there are many bad people online, don't trust others too much, be careful not to get scammed.]

Song Yu nodded: [I know.]

He was one of them.

Song Yu sent the other party a "thank you" and went into the restaurant. Soon, the restaurant served him two dishes and a soup, plus a complimentary cold dish. It was

far too much for one person.

The food was very good, and Song Yu was very satisfied after finishing. He asked the restaurant for a takeout container, intending to take it back to his apartment.

He was no longer a rich second-generation heir who could support others, so he had to be frugal.

While the shopkeeper was packing the food, Song Yu saw a message from Tan Yue: "Finished eating? There's a dessert shop next door; I'll go get some cake and milk tea later."

Song Yu's eyes lit up: "Thanks!"

Tan Yue replied a moment later: "Do girls all like this?"

Song Yu paused after seeing the message, then guiltily replied with an "Mm," and said nothing more. He'd gotten away with this

free food; Tan Yue would be furious when she found out he was a guy.

Song Yu put his phone in his pocket and returned home, his hands full of treats.

It was hot, and he didn't have a refrigerator, so he only kept a cup of milk tea and a small cake for himself, sharing the rest with Zhao Ran, who had just returned from the construction site.

Back in his room, Song Yu turned on the air conditioner for a while, lowering the temperature before turning it off.

He'd slept all afternoon, his face rosy, looking like a pinkish-white marshmallow. When he woke up, his expression was blank and slightly sluggish.

Meanwhile, Tan Yue, who hadn't received a message all afternoon, felt restless and unable to do anything.

But being used to being reserved, he thought he couldn't let himself be won over so quickly, so he didn't message Song Yu.

As a result, he was left hanging, his face grim all day.

Finally, the next morning, after only a few hours of sleep, Tan Yue vaguely felt his phone screen light up. He immediately woke up and opened it— Xiao Yu

: [Photo.jpg.]

Xiao Yu: [Good morning.]

Tan Yue felt his blood rushing through his veins, his spirits lifted, and he sent several messages in a row—

Tan Yue: [What were you doing yesterday?]

Tan Yue: [Why didn't you message me?] Tan Yue

: [Chatting with another man?]

Tan Yue: [Is it because you're not—]

He even typed out the "ai" before Tan Yue regained his composure. He wondered if the other person had given him some kind of spell; how could a few casual "husband" calls and a few pictures of a dress have made him like this?

Tan Yue felt increasingly worthless. What if he got her so easily, but then she didn't cherish him and just dumped him?

Thinking this, the boy immediately deleted the message and retracted several others, leaving only the first one.

A few minutes later, the other person sent a message saying "Something came up yesterday," a nonchalant reply.

Tan Yue: [What happened?]

So busy that you didn't even pursue the person you like?

There was no reply.

Tan Yue started to get impatient again, but being impatient wouldn't help. He clicked on the picture Song Yu had just sent. It was a selfie of him lying on his side on the bed, focusing on his collarbone; the neckline was bare, revealing his fair and smooth skin.

...She was seducing him again.

Tan Yue's ears slowly burned. He lowered his head, lifted the covers, and couldn't help but curse.

Male college students are energetic; this kind of phenomenon is normal. Tan Yue usually just took a cold shower and never did anything, but today, sitting in the bathroom, his mind kept replaying the leg photos Xiao Yu had sent him.

White stockings, leg rings, and a picture of someone in a black leather skirt, so short it almost revealed her underwear.

So white, the parts you couldn't see were probably even whiter.

And they hadn't even dated.

A jumble of thoughts rushed in, lust completely taking over his mind.

...

When Tan Yue came out, his other roommates were already up.

He wiped the water droplets from his hair and immediately checked his phone.

No messages.

Tan Yue's face was cold as he realized Xiao Yu hadn't sent him any leg photos for two days.

Did she send the photos to other men because she couldn't hook him?

His roommates knew Tan Yue had been acting strangely lately, probably chatting intimately with some beautiful woman. Seeing him staring at his phone with furrowed brows, they asked curiously, "Did you get scammed by a tea seller?"

"..."

Tan Yue ignored them. But soon, he suddenly asked, "If someone chats with you every day, and then suddenly stops one day... what does that mean?"

"She's lost interest in you, she's definitely found someone else." His roommate, seeing his increasingly cold face, felt he'd been too blunt. "Or maybe you said something hurtful to her and made her cry."

Tan Yue frowned. "Besides that?"

His roommate was surprised. He'd seen how Tan Yue usually acted when confessed to—he never gave her any face. Now, he was actually so insecure about a girl… he must be a fairy.

"Well… maybe she made some request that you didn't fulfill."

Tan Yue listened, then sat down and scrolled through the chat history.

But he and the other person had been chatting well these past few days, answering every question, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

A moment later, he suddenly remembered the message she'd sent him that night—"I want to see you."

Tan Yue pursed his lips.

Just because he hadn't shown her, she went to find another man?

*

Song Yu wasn't intentionally stringing Tan Yue along.

009 suddenly said that the creditor would be coming to his door in two days and told him to be prepared.

Song Yu had never owed money, but he subconsciously felt that it would be a rather bloody scene. He guessed that this time it wouldn't be the wall that got paint splashed, but him.

009: [Don't worry, host, this debt collection is mainly a warning to you to pay back the money, and it won't cause you any real harm. We've also set up a protective shield for you.]

Despite saying that, Song Yu still anxiously ran to his computer and searched for many short videos of debt collection.

One of the creditors even made the other party pay the debt with their body.

009: ...

Spoiler alert.

The more Song Yu watched, the more uneasy he became, and finally he simply buryed his head in the sand like an ostrich under the covers.

009 reminded him: [Host, the protagonist has sent you several messages. You only have two days left to complete the task of establishing an online relationship with the other party.]

Song Yu sighed inwardly, and after a moment, his eyes reddened: [It must be because I lied to them about online dating that I'm being punished and have paint splashed on me.] 009

: ...

It didn't dare tell the host that it wouldn't throw paint, but paying off the debt with its body was probably inevitable.

The task still had to be completed. Song Yu reluctantly opened WeChat, only to see that Tan Yue had sent him a photo of himself shirtless.

The boy was taking a selfie in front of a mirror, his clearly defined abs were firm and smooth, and two V-lines ran down to the edge of his gray underwear.

Why did he suddenly send such a photo?

Song Yu sent back a question mark.

Soon, Tan Yue sent a message: [We'll talk about the rest later.]

Song Yu: ?

He hadn't chatted for only half a day, and he couldn't keep up with the other person's train of thought.

Although he didn't understand why the other person suddenly sent photos, it was indeed a good opportunity. Song Yu showered Tan Yue with compliments, praising his impressive appearance, great physique, and obvious strength.

Tan Yue, on the other end, was so flattered by the compliments that his ears burned: [What about yours?]

Xiao Yu: [What?]

Tan Yue: [Photos.]

Tan Yue: [Why haven't you posted any these past few days?]

Song Yu flipped through his photo album and found there were no new photos. Just as he was about to grab a dress from his closet to change into, the other person messaged again: [What's your size?]

Song Yu didn't react: [What?]

Tan Yue: [I'll buy you a dress. Do you wear size S? Or XS?]

Song Yu was stunned, feeling ashamed at the thought of having to wear different dresses, so he refused.

But the other person seemed determined to buy him a dress, pressing him to ask why he hadn't told him his size.

Finally, Song Yu had no choice: [I only tell this kind of private information to my partner.]

The other person finally quieted down.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the other party had been quite uneasy about not sending any messages.

He glanced at the time; it was almost time to head to the bar.

Just as he was changing his shoes, Tan Yue suddenly messaged him: 【It's me.】

Song Yu was puzzled: 【What?】

Soon, another message popped up in the chat box—

【I'm your husband.】

*

Bar.

Almost everyone's eyes, young and old, were fixed on a slender, tall figure.

Most of them were college students and idle rich kids.

The bar was close to them, and there were handsome men to look at; Song Yu was quite famous among their group.

Especially in the last few days, the young man seemed to be in a good mood; his relaxed brows and occasional squinting eyes made his already bright face even more captivating.

However, they didn't dare to approach him casually, after all, they had all witnessed the scene a few days ago where a man trying to flirt with Song Yu was stopped by several bodyguards.

There was a rumor that Song Yu had been targeted by a man in a Tang suit using a cane.

These two characteristics combined made everyone realize who it was—Shang Linchu, a self-made man with ruthless methods, whose position was unshakeable.

So they only dared to occasionally glance at Song Yu, just to feast their eyes.

"Hey, that guy's here again," a colleague whispered, patting the young man's shoulder. "He looked this way as soon as he came in."

Song Yu turned and glanced towards the door.

The protagonist was here again.

Today he had a different cane, a silver one.

Noticing the slight upturn of the other's lips, Song Yu immediately looked away. To avoid interacting with the protagonist and causing plot deviations, he planned to find Shen Yize and apply for temporary work in logistics.

However, he hadn't taken two steps when a bodyguard stopped him.

Song Yu looked up and saw that the bodyguard was diligently wearing sunglasses.

He wanted to remind him that it was dark and wearing sunglasses might cause him to fall, but seeing the bodyguard's physique, he swallowed his words.

"This is from President Shang, Mr. Song," the bodyguard said, handing over a jewelry box.

Song Yu took a step back, looking embarrassed.

Just then, a voice sounded from behind—

"What's wrong?"

Song Yu turned around and, seeing it was Shen Yize, instinctively clung to him like a lifeline, saying, "Boss..."

Shen Yize stepped forward, shielding Song Yu completely. He immediately understood what was going on when he saw the bodyguard opposite.

He had heard from several employees about a ruthless character who had taken a liking to Song Yu and was coming to the bar every day.

He leaned closer, his gaze brushing against Song Yu's earlobe: "Do you want it?"

The moment he spoke, he saw the boy's shoulders tremble slightly, and his earlobe turn pink.

A very sensitive body.

Shen Yize subtly withdrew his gaze.

"I don't want it... Boss," Song Yu said softly.

Shen Yize nodded: "Leave it to me, go to the back."

Song Yu showed a grateful expression.

The original plot didn't specify when the two main characters met, so their interaction at this point shouldn't be a problem.

He just didn't know how Shen Yize would persuade the other party.

Song Yu went to the back office and waited for a long time, but Shen Yize didn't come looking for him, nor did he hear anything about what happened in the lobby.

He guessed everything was fine.

There was no work in the logistics department, so Song Yu was in a semi-rest state until the end of his shift.

Today was his turn to be on duty. After locking the locker room door, it was already 2:30 in the morning when he left the bar. As soon

as he stepped out, a car was parked at the back door.

Song Yu thought it was the protagonist's love interest, and his legs went weak, wanting to run away.

But then the car window rolled down, revealing Shen Yize's face.

"I'll take you home. If you rejected him today, he might be waiting for you on the way," Shen Yize said calmly

. Song Yu was so startled that he immediately got into the car, and it took him a while to remember to thank him.

Shen Yize was a very steady and quiet person, and he didn't mention the matter he had helped him handle today. Song Yu didn't dare to bring it up, so he lowered his head and texted Tan Yue.

Since they confirmed their relationship a couple of days ago, Tan Yue had become much more enthusiastic, buying him this and that, and even saying he was too thin, and sending him several red envelopes, telling him to eat well.

Song Yu glanced at the message Tan Yue had just sent: [The dress I bought for you arrived, have you opened it?]

Zhao Ran had signed for it, and Tan Yue had also texted him that evening.

Song Yu: [Unpacking in a bit.]

"Is this the place?" Shen Yize suddenly asked.

Song Yu paused, turned off his phone, and glanced ahead: "It's the entrance to our complex. It's hard to drive in, I'll go in myself."

Shen Yize seemed worried about him: "I'll go in with you."

He added, "I might wait near your place."

Song Yu immediately nodded.

Half of the streetlights in the complex were broken, so Song Yu helped with directions, and Shen Yize drove slowly and steadily.

They arrived at the building quickly.

Song Yu thought Shen Yize would only drop him off here, but the other man didn't say anything and got out of the car to follow him upstairs.

He'd never seen such a responsible boss.

When they reached the door, Song Yu turned around and looked up at the man: "Boss, I'm here. Thank you for today."

"You're welcome."

Shen Yize didn't linger. Just as he was about to turn around, the door next door suddenly opened, and a tall, dark-skinned man came out. The man seemed to know the boy well, and the two were very close.

"Xiao Yu, your package."

After handing over the package, Zhao Ran couldn't help but glance at the figure in the stairwell.

He looked refined and tall.

He was the one who brought Song Yu back.

Zhao Ran's expression was somewhat forlorn.

Song Yu didn't notice, took the package, said thank you, and went inside.

The package was a bit dirty, and not wanting to take it to the bedside, he simply opened it and threw it on the floor.

Inside was a pure white dress with a Peter Pan collar and lace trim.

It looked expensive.

Song Yu casually hung the dress on a hanger, preparing to wash up and go to bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

It was so late; it could only be Zhao Ran looking for him. Song Yu opened the door directly, but to his surprise, it was Shen Yize.

The man held a box of strawberries: "I remembered I had these in the car; someone gave them to me. I don't like them, but you can have them."

Song Yu hadn't bought strawberries in a long time, and looking down, he said, "Thank you..."

He reached out and took the strawberries, smelling the sweet aroma of the fruit and the man's clean, refreshing scent.

The next moment, Shen Yize's deep voice sounded in his ear—

"Living with someone else?"

Song Yu's shoulders trembled, and he looked up at the man: "...Wh-what?" Shen Yize's expression seemed gentle, but the emotions in his eyes were unfathomable: "There was a skirt on the clothes rack, and it seemed like you were constantly texting in the car

."

"Are you in a relationship?"

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