04

 Perhaps it was because the night lights were too dim, causing Shen Yize's usually polite and handsome face to momentarily send chills down one's spine.

There was a sticky feeling, like being stared at by some cold-blooded animal.

But soon, that feeling disappeared. Looking back, the person opposite him was as usual, clearly a good boss who occasionally cared about his employees.

Song Yu's breathing became short and rapid, and his uneasy emotions made his jade-like face turn a thin layer of pink. He looked so easy to bully.

It was as if even if you made any excessive demands now, as long as you apologized afterwards, the good-tempered pretty boy would forgive you.

Shen Yize had this thought.

Other men would naturally think the same way.

Especially the dark-skinned man who lived next door, whose eyes were glued to Song Yu as soon as he came out.

"Yes, yes..." It wasn't really a strange question, but when Shen Yize said it so late at night, Song Yu didn't know what to say. His mouth was very dry, and he unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. He was about to say that his relative had left him here, but then the OOC sound rang out.

Song Yu was surprised.

Was this considered OOC?

009 explained: [In the original storyline, you had given up on your crush on Shen Yize and were afraid he'd find out you liked men. You would lie and say you had a girlfriend to avoid misunderstanding.]

It seemed…okay.

So, taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Yu immediately said, "I bought it for my girlfriend!"

Shen Yize froze, his expression failing him this time; his pupils contracted slightly, his eyes becoming dark and deep.

Unfortunately, Song Yu had been looking down and didn't notice: "My girlfriend's birthday is coming up…it's a gift for her."

When he looked up, a faint smile was already on Shen Yize's face: "It's quite nice."

The gentlemanly manner made Song Yu breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed 009 was right; a deeply affectionate, submissive character would be more comfortable to be around in real life.

So, he smiled at him: "…Thank you."

It was late, and Shen Yize didn't say anything more, telling him to close the door and leave.

Song Yu then realized that his back and cheeks were covered in sweat, damp and sticky, which was very uncomfortable. He didn't waste any more time, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

*

At the far end of the second floor of the bar was a room, Shen Yize's lounge.

The room used to be locked, but recently, the man had been coming frequently, and the manager, with keen insight, had a few colleagues help clear it out.

The bathroom door opened, and a man in a bathrobe walked out, his chest wide open.

Compared to his refined and aloof demeanor during the day, he was more real now, his hair all pulled back behind his ears, his dark eyes and thin lips appearing even more indifferent.

Shen Yize casually wiped the water droplets from his fingertips, walked to the table, and took out several tattered sheets of paper from the drawer.

The torn pieces of paper were now being taped back together, page by page.

The person tidying up the scraps seemed very patient.

Shen Yize took out the top sheet.

“I haven’t seen him for a month.

I wonder if he’ll come?

He definitely doesn’t know me, but it’s enough that I know him. I just want to watch him from afar.

I don’t want to give up.”

Shen Yize stared at the last line of handwriting, as beautiful and clean as that person’s, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

Didn’t want to give up… and he’s already found a girlfriend so quickly?

*

The next day, Song Yu woke up and checked his WeChat messages as usual.

Sure enough, Tan Yue had sent another message.

Since the other party sent the message “I’m your husband,” Song Yu had completed Task Two, receiving a large amount of points, which made him somewhat lax about the online dating task recently.

But Tan Yue seemed much more proactive than before, looking like he wanted to have a serious relationship.

The more clingy and serious the other party was, the more guilty Song Yu felt, afraid that if his male identity were exposed later, Tan Yue, having invested too much, would come looking for trouble in a fit of anger.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn’t pay off his debts…

So Song Yu used exam week as an excuse, of course, his tone still soft and coquettish: [Husband, study hard, I hope you can get first place.]

Soon, the other party sent a message: 【You can get it without studying hard.】Song

Yu: "?"

The protagonist of this world is set as a prodigy, with a good family background and good looks. He was also admitted to S University as the top scorer.

This made Song Yu feel like a stupid idiot again, and he ignored Tan Yue.

Tan Yue waited anxiously for a long time, but did not receive a message from his beautiful girlfriend. He had no choice but to force himself to study all morning, and only sent a message to his girlfriend around noon, asking him what he wanted to eat.

Song Yu had just woken up from a nap and was still a little dazed. He stared at the message for a while before slowly typing with his pink fingertips.

【Not hungry yet.】

Tan Yue thought the other party was on a diet: 【You're not fat.】

Song Yu: "..."

Before he could send a message back, Tan Yue sent another one: 【Only the thighs are a little fleshy.】

Song Yu's cheeks were a little hot from what he said. He felt ashamed and his toes curled up when he thought about how he had used various photos of himself wearing skirts to flirt with the other party in an online relationship.

He pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.

He was about to turn off his phone when he stopped when he saw the other person send another message.

Tan Yue: [What do you want to eat? I'll order for you.]

Although they had only been connected for about a week, given that they were already in a relationship, they were honest with each other about their information.

Tan Yue didn't hide anything, telling him his height, weight, medical history, and no dating experience. Song Yu, on the other hand, concealed his debts and dropping out of school, and even his gender.

It seems that online dating is really easy to be deceived.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he was the one who was deceiving.

Deceiving someone's feelings was one thing, but to also freeload on food and drinks was too much. The red envelopes the other person had sent in the past two days were enough for Song Yu's living expenses for half a month.

Song Yu: [No need.]

But this message was intercepted by 009.

[Host, in this world, your character setting is an orphan who longs to be loved. After falling in love with the protagonist online, the other person will pamper and cherish you, and you will not refuse these requests.] Song Yu pondered for a moment: "

So, you mean I have to accept everything he gives me, right?"

009: "Yes, and during the relationship, you won't refuse his needs either."

Hearing the word "needs," Song Yu froze, his cheeks immediately burning.

He thought of the things Gu Zeshu did when he asked for things in his previous life.

He immediately snapped at 009: "Don't say such strange things!"

009: …

009 wanted to say that was exactly what he meant, but seeing the host's somewhat embarrassed and annoyed expression, he changed his words: 【During the relationship, you wouldn't refuse his requests either.】

Song Yu was satisfied this time.

Tan Yue lacked nothing, at most he just wanted photos or something.

He no longer felt anything about sending those kinds of photos to the other party.

Without thinking about it anymore, Song Yu searched for nearby restaurants, and the more he looked, the hungrier he got, so he sent a screenshot of a grilled fish restaurant.

A message quickly came from the other end: 【I've ordered it, and left your number. I'll pick it up at the security guard's place later.】

Tan Yue always bought him things, so he couldn't leave without an address. Therefore, Song Yu left the name of the residential complex, without specifying which building and unit he lived in.

He sent the other party a message saying "Thank you, husband."

A little while later, Tan Yue sent a message: 【Do you eat particularly slowly, and not much at all?】

【I kind of want to sit across from you and watch you eat.】

【Can I see you?】 In the original

storyline, they met when Tan Yue was on summer vacation. The first time was at night, in dim lighting, so he didn't notice anything amiss. The second time was during the day, and he immediately recognized him as a boy.

Now, at least a week before their next meeting,

Song Yu quickly changed the subject: "[That dress arrived yesterday. I'll wear it for you after it's washed, okay...husband?]"

Tan Yue was already completely smitten, but feigned modesty: "[Anything's fine.]"

He then sent a screenshot of their chat.

Upon opening it, Song Yu discovered that Tan Yue had set a photo of him in a sailor dress as his chat background.

Tan Yue: "[Do you still have your white stockings?]

" "..."

Song Yu's ears were burning. His intuition told him this question was a bit dangerous, so

he simply pretended not to see it. Seeing that he wasn't replying, Tan Yue didn't continue the conversation: "[What's your nickname for me?]"

Only then did Song Yu notice that Tan Yue had saved his nickname as "Xiao Yu," with a heart at the end.

He copied Tan Yue, changing his nickname to "Husband," with a heart at the end.

He sent a screenshot.

Soon, 009 told him the progress bar had increased to 40%.

The delivery call came in, but Song Yu didn't talk to it anymore. He went downstairs to pick it up at the door, and ran into Zhao Ran as he carried it upstairs. He called the man over to eat together. With

Zhao Ran around, it seemed like all the work was his.

The man brought out the mung bean soup he had cooked in his room, and then unwrapped the takeout packaging. Song Yu sat in the chair, feeling a bit superfluous. His gaze fell on Shen Yize's box of strawberries, so he got up to get it.

Zhao Ran had just brought the bowl out of his room when he saw the boy coming out: "What's wrong?"

Song Yu waved his hand slightly: "Washing strawberries."

Zhao Ran took it naturally: "I'll wash them, you sit down."

Hmm... nothing to do again.

The weather at the end of June made the corridor feel like a sauna. Song Yu went back to his room and turned on the small fan.

Zhao Ran went to the kitchen.

The box Song Yu had given him contained strawberries and cherries. He had bought these two kinds of fruit for his family once before; they were very expensive.

But Song Yu seemed pampered and spoiled, perfectly suited to eating such expensive fruit.

Could it be that the man from last night bought it for the boy? Did he like Song Yu?

A faint sense of loss welled up in his heart again. Zhao Ran lowered his eyes and carefully took out the cherries.

His palms were rough and thick, the bright pink cherries contrasting sharply with the color of his fingers.

Zhao Ran's ears burned slightly as he thought of something.

*

The spiciness of the grilled fish made Song Yu's nose bead with sweat.

He parted his lips, inhaling softly, a small sliver of his soft red tongue occasionally peeking out.

Zhao Ran didn't know where to look. In his panic, he saw the screen of his phone on the table light up.

During the hour he had lunch with the boy, messages kept coming in.

After replying to the messages, Song Yu got up to pour water, leaving his phone on. Zhao Ran accidentally glanced at the screen and his expression froze—

the top contact name was "Husband."

*

He thought that with Zhao Ran there, the grilled fish would definitely be finished, but it turned out the other man didn't have much of an appetite today.

Neither of them had a refrigerator, so the leftovers had to be thrown away.

After silently cleaning up the leftovers on the table, Zhao Ran left the room with the trash. Song Yu opened the window for ventilation, but the hot air blowing in made him sweat profusely.

He disliked the feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin, but even though it was a hassle, he decided to take a shower before his afternoon nap.

The apartment was quiet on a weekday afternoon; both the room and the hallway were silent.

Song Yu planned to take his time this time, and even put a bath sponge in the small basin. The

comfortably warm water soaked his fair skin, gradually turning it pink.

The boy's bones were slender, but there was no sign of withering. His skin was thin and evenly distributed, a white that radiated vitality.

Song Yu bent down and lathered his calves and feet with foam. He had a strong youthful appearance; even so, his stomach was flat.

His flushed cheeks were also covered in foam, making him smell sweet and pink.

A few minutes later, Song Yu rinsed off the foam, turned off the tap, and prepared to dry himself and put on his clothes.

A gust of wind blew in, and he realized he hadn't closed the window connecting the bathroom to the hallway.

But the window was high, so there probably wasn't anyone there.

Song Yu quickened his pace, threw on an oversized T-shirt, and left the bathroom.

After opening the door, he smelled a strange, indescribable odor. It

was rather strong and not very pleasant.

Song Yu wrinkled his nose and immediately went back to his room.

He didn't know that, through a door, in another room, a tall, dark-skinned man was panting, leaning against the kitchen sink, repeatedly splashing his face with cold water.

He felt much better after the shower. Song Yu sat on the bed and replied to Tan Yue's message, then wrapped himself in a thin air-conditioning blanket and rolled around on the small bed a couple of times.

He whine to 009 that he didn't want to do laundry or go to work.

The soft flesh on the boy's calves was pressed together by the edge of the bed, quickly turning pink. 009 ignored the fragments' request to send them a video of what had just happened and adjusted the room to a comfortable temperature. After

resting for a while, Song Yu, remembering that he hadn't washed the dress Tan Yue had bought for him, reluctantly got out of bed. He threw the clothes he needed to wash into a basin and took it to the bathroom. There

was someone in the bathroom.

Zhao Ran was standing by the sink, already changed into a new outfit, and looked like he had just finished showering.

Hearing the noise, the other person turned around, and upon seeing Song Yu, their expression stiffened slightly. They quickly covered the items to be washed with a towel.

Song Yu didn't notice anything amiss.

He walked over, his voice soft and drawn-out: "Brother Zhao, are you hot too?"

Zhao Ran's face stiffened even more, but thankfully his dark skin concealed it: "Yeah... it's hot."

The fragrance filled the entire bathroom.

Zhao Ran swallowed hard: "...The clothes, give them to me."

Song Yu leaned closer: "What?"

"Give them to me... I'll wash them for you."

Before Song Yu could answer, he felt his hands go empty.

Hmm?

It seems he doesn't have to wash his own clothes.

He thought for a moment, then, fearing the other would ask, explained: "The dress belongs to a relative of mine."

"Hmm," Zhao Ran said absentmindedly, "Leave them all to me. I'll wash them and hang them up for you. You can go back and rest."

After a moment, the boy hummed in agreement and left.

Zhao Ran didn't dare look up the entire time.

Only after the fragrance dissipated did he take a deep breath, as if relieved, yet also as if still wanting more.

After finishing lunch together, Zhao Ran returned to his room. There wasn't much work at the construction site lately, so he found temporary work at a gas station, mostly at night.

Just as he was about to lie down and rest, he remembered Song Yu's phone screen.

—"Husband."

Zhao Ran knew Song Yu was beautiful, but even beautiful is still a man.

Would a man call someone "husband"?

Zhao Ran would find it disgusting with anyone else, but if Song Yu said those two words, he not only didn't feel repulsed, but…

he couldn't describe the feeling of pleasure, only wondering how two men could do *that*.

Zhao Ran grew up in the mountains, isolated from the world. After his mother fell ill, he dropped out of high school to care for her, never thinking about marriage.

He occasionally heard the old bachelors in the village spouting nonsense about which widow was more attractive and more fun to have sex with, which only annoyed him. His

curiosity drove this usually honest and tall man to take out his phone. After searching for certain content, his pupils contracted, and his breathing became heavy.

Song Yu's body was so soft.

She smelled so good, her breath must smell good too.

Even her saliva smelled good.

No need to guess.

After searching, Zhao Ran couldn't sleep at all, his mind filled with Song Yu's face, tossing and turning, his body burning hot. He thought it was just the heat, and being frugal, he got up to turn on the air conditioner.

But as soon as he got up, he belatedly realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly tried to go to the bathroom, but when he reached the door, he found someone inside. Just as Zhao Ran was about to go back inside, he glimpsed something through the open window.

Being tall, he easily saw the slender, snow-white figure in the corner of the bathroom.

...His heart pounded, his throat was incredibly dry.

How could someone have such white skin, even their knees were pinkish-white?

Zhao Ran didn't dare look any longer and immediately looked away. Thinking that others might come, he wanted to close the window for Song Yu, but afraid of disturbing the boy, he could only stand awkwardly at the door, waiting.

Every second was unbearable. The sound of running water alone was enough to make Zhao Ran feel weak in the knees. His throat felt like it was on fire, and he kept swallowing.

Finally, the water stopped, and the man, stiff as a board, returned to his room before realizing what had happened. He then shamefully changed his pants.

"Want some?" A soft voice brought Zhao Ran back to reality.

Song Yu had somehow reappeared in the bathroom, holding the fruit he hadn't finished at lunch.

He stared at the cherry being offered to his mouth, and at the slender white fingers holding it, and silently bit into it. He was so careful that he didn't dare touch Song Yu's hand.

Unable to taste the fruit, the man turned to spit out the cherry pit, but then caught a glimpse of Song Yu's leg.

The boy had just finished showering, and his entire body was covered by a loose T-shirt; his shorts were barely visible.

"Don't you work during the day lately?" Song Yu, oblivious to his surroundings, leaned closer and asked.

Zhao Ran, as if he had committed a grave mistake, immediately lowered his head, his voice stiff: "Um... at the gas station, all night shifts."

Song Yu simply said "Oh."

Then, without looking up, Zhao Ran asked in a low voice, "My night shift is later than yours, how about I take you there?"

He always felt that it would be dangerous for someone like Song Yu to walk alone on the street late at night.

Even if someone pulled him into a corner, he wouldn't have the strength to resist, and his mouth might be covered, preventing him from making a sound.

Song Yu thought about it and felt it would be too much trouble for him, so he politely declined.

Zhao Ran was a little disappointed: "Then what do you want to eat tomorrow? I don't work during the day, so I can buy it and cook it."

Song Yu agreed without hesitation.

He frowned and thought seriously, telling him what he wanted to eat, then leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Zhao, your cooking is especially delicious, so amazing."

After saying that, he handed him a large strawberry.

Zhao Ran was stunned.

Song Yu was like his little wife.

If only it were true.

But he wasn't good enough for Song Yu.

Zhao Ran thought about his background, and then about the refined man who had taken Song Yu home last night, and his eyes revealed inferiority.

He didn't say anything more and silently helped Song Yu wash his clothes.

*

In the hot summer, fruit spoils quickly. Song Yu was full but didn't want to waste such expensive things, so he fed it little by little to the man who was washing his clothes.

Fortunately, Zhao Ran didn't mind and ate them all.

With his clothes washed and dried, Song Yu didn't have to worry about them anymore and went back to take a comfortable nap.

There was very little business at the bar that night, and the main character didn't come at all.

Song Yu felt that he was lucky today.

With fewer customers, the bar closed an hour early. After changing his clothes in the dressing room, Song Yu almost bumped into someone as soon as he stepped out.

He looked up and, after recognizing the other person, called out softly, "Boss."

Shen Yize smiled faintly, "So rushed? Going to see your girlfriend?"

"..." Song Yu didn't expect the other person to tease him, and he mumbled an "Mmm." "

Where are you going? I'm going to the city center, I can take you with me."

Song Yu didn't expect the other person to say that, and before he could even lie, he stammered for a long time without saying anything.

Shen Yize's eyes changed slightly: "A hotel?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then his ears turned slightly red: "No... we just met."

Afraid that Shen Yize would ask again, he added: "Boss, I need to go home first, so I won't trouble you."

Shen Yize naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him: "Alright, be careful on your way back."

Song Yu nodded.

Having successfully passed the day, Song Yu was in high spirits, chatting idly with 009 as they walked.

One second 009 was praising his intelligence, the next it uttered a cold, mechanical voice: "[Host, a mission has arrived.]"

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu huffed, "Speak!" "

[Tonight is the first time the creditors have come to the door.]" "

[Before your brother and the others return, please ensure your safety.]"

Song Yu's thin shoulders trembled: "[How...how do I ensure my safety?]"

009: "[That will be determined by the system.]" "

[5000 points will be credited to your account upon completion of the mission.]"

Sure enough, the more dangerous the mission, the more points. Song Yu stood downstairs, looking up at his room, which was pitch black.

He wondered: "[Are they really there?]"

009: "[Host, they wouldn't be stupid enough to turn on the lights and scare you away.]"

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu pursed his lips, hesitated for a few minutes, and then slowly went upstairs.

When he reached the last few steps, he felt the lights in his room come on.

Four or five men in black suits, who had blended into the night, suddenly appeared.

Song Yu instinctively wanted to run, but his legs went weak on the steps, and he watched helplessly as the men surrounded him.

There was no escape.

"Mr. Song, our master is waiting for you inside."

The tone was polite.

But the tall, muscular men still made Song Yu tremble uncontrollably. He didn't dare speak, lowering his head and slowly climbing the last few steps.

The lights were on inside.

Song Yu's heart was pounding, and he was a little breathless. He instinctively bit his lip, held his breath, and went inside.

When he saw the man sitting at the foot of the bed, Song Yu's eyes widened, staring at him in astonishment.

Was the creditor… the protagonist?

He and the protagonist had no connection; would this meeting affect the plot?

Song Yu sighed and whispered, "[009…]"

Sure enough, there was no response.

Shang Linchu slightly raised his eyes.

Behind him, the door slammed shut, and Song Yu trembled uncontrollably.

He endured the man's gaze, his cheeks slowly burning, his lips opening and closing, unsure what to say, only his slightly reddened eyes trembling.

"Afraid of me?"

Half a minute later, Shang Linchu finally spoke.

Song Yu bit his lip, remaining silent.

His fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes, chafing his fair skin red from the rough fabric.

"Your brother owes me twenty million," the man said slowly again.

Song Yu hadn't expected it to be so much.

He frowned slightly, wanting to say, "Then go find him."

But that would definitely be out of character.

Song Yu remained silent.

Facing a defenseless lamb, Shang Linchu showed no concern. He stared at the boy's panicked face, his expression becoming even more pleased: "Unfortunately, if you accepted the necklace I gave you, it would be worth five million."

Song Yu pursed his dry lips, finally daring to look up at him.

Shang Linchu was wearing a black Tang suit today, exuding an extremely imposing aura.

A moment later,

a very soft voice came from inside the room: "It's not right for you to just barge into someone else's room like that..."

Song Yu had barely finished speaking when he heard the man chuckle softly.

"It is wrong." Shang Linchu slightly raised his eyelids. "I can reduce your debt."

Song Yu lowered his eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds: "I'll pay it back, give me...give me some time."

He had lied again.

No matter how much time he was given, he couldn't pay it back.

But the man seemed to believe him: "How do you plan to pay it back?"

Song Yu couldn't bring himself to say it. Just as the room fell silent, he heard the man opposite him suddenly ask: "Are those dresses in the closet yours?"

Song Yu's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing urgently: "...Wh-what?"

The man smiled faintly: "Do you like wearing these?"

Song Yu immediately shook his head.

However, the next moment...

"I thought you were a good boy."

Shang Linchu stood up, leaning on his cane, his tall shadow looming over the boy's thin body: "Your scent lingers on the clothes.

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