05

 Song Yu's first reaction was—wasn't it one sleeping in the bed and the other sleeping on the floor?

Perhaps it was because Zhao Ran always took the initiative to sleep on the floor in the last world that he forgot for a moment that he and Zhou Qiao were now lovers and should sleep in the same bed.

Song Yu's thoughts were interrupted by a gust of wind, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

The slight coolness made his slender but not barren body look even more attractive, especially the round and plump pink.

Soon, as the boy put on his clothes, all the beautiful scenery was hidden under the wide black long sleeves.

Song Yu warmed up and opened his lips, ready to answer Zhou Qiao's question.

As a result, the OOC warning sounded.

[According to the original plot, you are already infatuated with Zhou Qiao at this time and are very willing to have physical contact with him.] Song

Yu: "..."

Swallowing back the words that had just escaped his lips, Song Yu changed his mind: "Let's share a blanket."

Zhou Qiao didn't speak, opened the wardrobe above, took out a pillow, then pulled out a clean pillowcase, quickly put it on, and placed it on the bedside table.

After doing this, the man took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

Song Yu glanced at the bed; the bed and blanket weren't small, so the two of them shouldn't need to be too close.

He was just about to lift the blanket and crawl into bed when a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face.

009: [Host, what's wrong?]

Song Yu's cheeks flushed: [The clothes are in the bathroom.]

After he finished speaking, he got out of bed, and then the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.

Song Yu pursed his lips and had no choice but to give up.

His phone suddenly rang

at this moment. Song Yu looked down; Gu Linwei was calling.

The bathroom was directly opposite the bedroom, and the shower was a bit noisy, so he took his phone to the balcony.

The moment the call connected, a barrage of questions rained down on him: "You went to Zhou Qiao's place alone? He kissed you again? How long did the kiss last? Are you home yet?" "

..." Song Yu was taken aback, taking several seconds to process before slowly replying, "No."

Gu Linwei: "Didn't he kiss you, or didn't you go home?"

Song Yu: "...Neither."

Gu Linwei's voice rose to twice its usual volume: "You didn't go home?"

"Song Yu, you're really bold."

"Or do you really not know what might happen if you stay overnight at a man's house?"

Gu Linwei's tone was genuinely anxious; it seemed he was starting to care about Zhou Qiao. Song Yu felt a silent surge of joy, then offered a plausible excuse: "It rained so hard today, I'd definitely get soaked if I went out."

Gu Linwei didn't reply, probably because he couldn't refute him.

Standing on the balcony, Song Yu looked at the pitch-black neighborhood. He added, "And it's really dark at night."

After a moment, Gu Linwei reluctantly asked, "Did he make you stay?"

Song Yu replied, "I wanted to stay."

Song Yu answered almost without thinking, causing Gu Linwei on the other end of the phone to frown. "You like Zhou Qiao?"

Of course, he couldn't answer that. Song Yu was smart enough: "How could that be? I'm just helping Lu Baiyu."

Silence fell on the other end.

Just when Song Yu thought it was over and was about to hang up, the other person suddenly asked, "What are you wearing?"

Without thinking, Song Yu replied, "Clothes."

Gu Linwei: "..."

So silly and cute.

He dared to stay overnight; wouldn't he be kissed to death by Zhou Qiao?! It

definitely wouldn't just be a kiss. Since it was already the night, that disgusting dog Zhou Qiao would definitely do something to Song Yu. And the kisses wouldn't just be a simple kiss on the lips.

He'd lick his whole body.

Just imagining the silly rabbit trembling and her skin turning pink from being kissed made Gu Linwei's breathing become heavier.

Even he couldn't hold back, how could Zhou possibly resist?

"You don't like him staying there at night? What will you do when you meet someone you like in the future? What did Lu Baiyu do to you that made you help him like this?"

Gu Linwei's emotions were clearly unstable, his voice full of suppressed jealousy and impatience.

After waiting for a long time, Song Yu didn't speak.

Judging from his judgment, this young master was probably unhappy.

Gu Linwei was incredibly annoyed. He definitely didn't want Song Yu staying at Zhou Qiao's place. Didn't he know what kind of person Zhou Qiao was? Even if he didn't end up with her, he would definitely take advantage of her, and most likely he would trick Song Yu into doing some things for him.

The kind that men love most.

Song Yu was saying he didn't like Zhou Qiao, but he was definitely already completely charmed by her sweet talk. Otherwise, why would he be wearing her clothes and willing to sleep in the same bed?

This young master was so spoiled, yet he was willing to come to the low-rent apartment every day.

Gu Linwei felt a huge sense of crisis—fortunately, he had been investigating day and night and had found clues about Lu Baiyu.

Once Lu Baiyu returned, even if Song Yu still harbored feelings for Zhou Qiao, he wouldn't dare do anything.

He could only obediently follow behind him.

Song Yu remained silent for most of the day, and Gu Linwei didn't want to remain silent; he'd be frantic if Song Yu got angry and ignored him. So he softened his tone slightly and asked, "What exactly are you wearing?"

Song Yu finally relaxed his furrowed brows, raised his arm, and the loose sleeve of his shirt covered most of his hand, revealing only a small patch of his delicate fingertips.

He obediently answered, "Black long-sleeved shirt, shorts... and slippers."

Hearing the word "shorts," Gu Linwei narrowed his eyes, a huge sense of crisis rising in his heart: "How short?"

Song Yu: "?"

What kind of question is this? Why does he always ask about his clothes?

Song Yu was a little helpless: "Just normal shorts."

"To the knee? Or thigh?"

"..." Song Yu actually looked down and said, "Above the knee."

After saying that, he heard a swallowing sound on the other end, probably someone drinking water.

"Brother Lin?"

he called softly.

A few seconds later, Gu Linwei spoke up: "Are you wearing Zhou Qiao's clothes? Didn't he have any other long pants for you to wear?"

"I can't wear long pants."

Song Yu had initially wanted long pants, but Zhou Qiao's size wasn't right for him; the pants dragged on the ground and fell down at the waist.

But he had athletic shorts, which fit him perfectly.

Thinking about it, Song Yu was a little surprised—he actually fit perfectly in Zhou Qiao's shorts; did that mean he was going to build muscle?

Of course, he didn't know that Zhou Qiao had specially prepared these after mistaking him for Lu Baiyu.

After mentioning the shorts, Gu Linwei asked another question: "Where's the bed? Are you two sleeping in the same room? Are you lying on his bed right now?"

"..."

Song Yu inexplicably felt that Gu Linwei was a bit like a husband on a business trip who was afraid his wife would cheat on him. He thought he could just chat with Gu Linwei for a few words and then hang up, but the other party asked so many questions that his legs were getting tired from standing.

Before he could say anything, the other party hung up and then immediately made a video call.

Song Yu: "?"

It really was like catching someone cheating.

He hadn't done anything wrong, so he answered the video call.

Soon, Gu Linwei's handsome and indifferent face appeared on the screen. The man's hair and collar were a little messy, his brows were slightly tired, and his dark eyes were fixed on him. It was probably impossible to tell what his emotions were through the lens.

"Where are the shorts? Let me see."

...It sounded a little strange.

But Song Yu still moved the camera down.

The shorts were too small and fit Song Yu's legs perfectly.

They were obviously not Zhou Qiao's clothes.

He probably prepared for this day a long time ago.

Gu Linwei cursed Zhou Qiao in his heart, but his eyes couldn't look away. The light gray shorts were a bit tight at the hem, squeezing the surrounding soft flesh together, making it look like you could sink right in with a light touch, the flesh filling the gaps between your fingers.

He guessed that if you bit into them, they'd probably taste like jelly.

"Brother Lin." Song Yu quickly moved the camera away, focusing on the face again. He saw that the background was a hotel room. "Aren't you in Wucheng?"

"Yeah, on a business trip."

Gu Linwei didn't mention his own business again, but stared at the boy on the screen.

The clothes, clearly a size too big, made his collar loose and wide, revealing his slender, snow-white neck and beautifully shaped collarbone, which were reflected in a cold white by the light.

Song Yu rubbed his eyes: "Brother Lin, you look a bit tired. You should go to bed early tonight."

Gu Linwei's heart fluttered at his soft concern, and he was even more worried about leaving him alone at Zhou Qiao's place: "It's only eight o'clock now. I'll have a driver pick you up and take you home. You—"

"Your legs are red from the cold." Another male voice sounded through the screen.

Gu Linwei narrowed his eyes. Perhaps it was the electric current, but Zhou Qiao's voice sounded much deeper than usual.

Or was she deliberately using a whitish, bubbly tone?

Before he could speak, he saw Song Yu turn his head to look at Zhou Qiao, his ears slightly red, looking flustered: "I'm not talking anymore, you should get some rest."

He hung up immediately.

Gu Linwei didn't even have time to say goodnight. Just as he was about to call Song Yu again, his assistant sent a message:

【Young Master Gu, there's a new lead.】

Gu Linwei stared for a second, quickly sent a message to Song Yu, then turned off his phone, grabbed his coat, and left the only decent hotel in town.

*

Song Yu turned around, standing awkwardly in place.

Why was there no sound at all when he walked?

"Your heels are pink too," Zhou Qiao said again.

"Yeah..." Song Yu explained, "They've always been this color there, I'm not cold."

After saying that, he regretted it a little.

Because Zhou Qiao's gaze was fixed on his feet.

His instep involuntarily straightened. Song Yu had no idea how much of his conversation with Gu Linwei Zhou Qiao had overheard.

Although Zhou Qiao hadn't revealed anything, he felt that Zhou Qiao's voice sounded down, lacking its usual gentleness.

He stood there, only remembering his clothes were still in the bathroom when he saw the towel in Zhou Qiao's hand.

As he walked over, the man suddenly spoke, "I washed them for you."

...Wh-what?

Song Yu stopped and looked up at Zhou Qiao.

Zhou Qiao's hair was half-wet: "I washed all the clothes you left in there. I'll hang them up to dry in a bit. Go to sleep."

His cheeks flushed, and Song Yu suppressed his embarrassment: "...Oh."

He went back to the bedroom, gently closing the door, and finally burrowed completely into the covers.

The blanket was a bit thin, and Song Yu curled up into a small ball, closing his eyes but unable to fall asleep.

Maybe it was too early.

Song Yu took out his phone and found that Gu Linwei had sent him another message.

【Don't let Zhou Qiao take advantage of you.】

【I'll be back in a couple of days. Stay home tomorrow morning and don't wander off. 】 Song

Yu didn't reply, afraid the other party would call again via video.

He opened the game, and Zhou Qiao came in after playing for less than two minutes.

"Are the clothes dry?" Song Yu looked up and noticed that Zhou Qiao's hair was still wet.

These main characters really don't like to blow-dry their hair.

009 thought to himself, because the main god doesn't need to blow-dry his hair.

"You'll catch a cold if your hair isn't dry." Song Yu got out of bed. His shirt was lifted up because of the big movement, revealing a section of his supple, white waist.

The man stared for a while.

But the shirt quickly fell down due to gravity.

Song Yu left the bedroom, took the hair dryer from the bathroom, and handed it to Zhou Qiao.

The other party didn't take it. Song Yu thought for a moment, then leaned over and asked, "Do you want me to blow-dry it for you?"

After a moment, Zhou Qiao took the hair dryer.

Song Yu crawled back into bed. Zhou Qiao dried her hair and also got into bed.

As soon as the man got in, Song Yu felt half of his body sink into the bed, and he moved uncomfortably to the side.

But at this moment, 009 issued a mission.

[You are captivated by Zhou Qiao's gentle charms and have already fallen in love with her, so intimate contact is inevitable on your first night together.]

[Completing this intimate contact will earn you 2000 points.]

[Time limit: half an hour.]

Song Yu had done this kind of task before, so it wasn't particularly difficult.

So, just like last time, he casually rubbed his foot against her calf.

Zhou Qiao looked at him.

Song Yu feigned innocence, feeling guilty: "I accidentally rubbed against her."

Zhou Qiao believed him and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

However, the task was not completed.

009: [This is an S-level world, so the task review will be more stringent. The host needs to be more unrestrained.]

Unrestrained… Song Yu's cheeks flushed, and his heart pounded.

So this is what it feels like to cheat on someone.

Well… not really cheating, considering she'd been missing for so long.

It's just a little immoral.

Song Yu didn't dare waste time, and this time, after touching her leg, he didn't pull back, continuing to move upwards.

Zhou Qiao's body was so hot.

Song Yu felt his feet burning. He tried to pull back, but his ankles were pressed down. "What are you doing?"

Song Yu was so frightened that he let out a weak, trembling sound, like a young animal whose life was being squeezed.

Perhaps it was the man's voice that was too hoarse, but he didn't hear the harshness in it.

009: [Host, be tougher.]

Song Yu licked his lips, revealing a fierce expression, but his trembling voice betrayed his unease.

"We're together now, what's wrong with touching?"

"Can't we do these things?"

His tone was harmless, but instead made him feel itchy all over.

Zhou Qiao's phone screen kept lighting up, as if someone was sending messages. But he ignored it, pulling Song Yu's hand even tighter.

"Okay."

Song Yu was stunned: "What..."

The next second, his ankle was forcibly pulled up.

...

The mission was completed, and the soles of Song Yu's feet were also scalded red.

It was very uncomfortable.

But he was the one who started it, so he couldn't blame the other party.

He lay limply in the quilt, only half of his face showing, his eyes still wet and red, as if he had been bullied badly.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yu felt enveloped by Zhou Qiao's chilling aura. He shrank under the covers, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes, the person beside him suddenly spoke in the darkness—

"What about me?"

Song Yu froze, his body stiffening.

Zhou Qiao continued, "Where can I touch you?"

Song Yu's hair and back went numb. He

stammered, "...My hand, is that okay?" He slowly reached out his hand, which the other person took directly.

"What about the rest?"

"...What?"

"You can't touch other places?"

"..." Song Yu sniffed, his voice sounding like he was about to cry, but he still didn't realize he was being bullied.

He even gave a perfunctory reply.

"Next, next time."

Zhou Qiao finally said nothing more.

Song Yu thought that the two of them squeezing together would make it hard to sleep, but perhaps because Zhou Qiao was so hot, his hands and feet felt warm too.

His eyelids gradually drooped.

*

The bathroom was completely devoid of warmth. Zhou Yun turned off the tap and casually wiped away the sweat that had rolled down his body.

His wound, which was supposed to heal, reopened slightly.

The reason was that he had taken three or four cold showers that night.

However, as soon as he lay back in bed, smelling the rich fragrance of the blankets and listening to the soft breathing beside him… Zhou Yun had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom.

Afraid of waking him and causing unnecessary trouble, Zhou Yun closed the bedroom door, only turning on the light at the other end of the living room.

His phone screen had been receiving several messages every now and then since he went to sleep.

Zhou Yun lowered his eyes, scrolling through the messages.

He hadn't expected that this man, who always pretended to be perfect, would one day be unable to hide his emotions and even become furious.

Ten o'clock before bed.

Zhou Qiao: [Are you sleeping in the same bed?]

Zhou Qiao: [Don't do anything unnecessary.]

Midnight .

Zhou Qiao: [If you can't control yourself, go to another room.]

Two in the morning.

Zhou Qiao: [How come I didn't know you were so healthy?]

Until the latest message—

Zhou Qiao: [Don't do anything unnecessary, he's not someone you can touch.] Zhou

Yun sat on the sofa, his indifferent face half-lit and half-shadowed, appearing exceptionally gloomy, yet a hint of obsessive excitement shone in his eyes.

He tapped his phone keys with one hand, the sound exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

Zhou Yun: [Focus on your work.]

The other party quickly replied: [If you can't even control him, how can I be at ease?]

[When I go back, not a single hair on his head can be missing.]

[Also, act convincingly.]

[I've told you all the precautions beforehand.]

[Don't scare him.]

Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow, and on his face, which was exactly the same as Zhou Qiao's, the gloomy aura dissipated somewhat, revealing a touch of roguishness.

That face was already young and handsome, but the person deliberately suppressed his youthful air.

He remembered the note Zhou Qiao had handed him when they switched identities.

It contained someone's lifestyle habits, what they ate, what they didn't like to eat, and their tastes.

In short, it showed that he was a very picky young man.

Zhou Yun thought of Song Yu's clean, white ankles, devoid of any pigmentation, and clicked his tongue. He sent her a message: 【You like this type?】

【Don't worry, I'm not interested in this type.】

【Being delicate will only get you in the way.】

【Don't forget, we're not from the same world as him.】

There was no reply.

He didn't know if it was aloofness or simply an unwillingness to face the situation.

Zhou Yun felt a bit sleepy. He turned off the light and went back to the bedroom.

A pale yellow nightlight, shaped like a little duck, was on by the bedside, looking out of place with the overall gray decor.

This was also one of the items on the note—Zhou Yun didn't understand why Zhou Qiao knew this habit when they had never spent the night together.

The person on the bed rolled over, rubbing their fluffy head against the pillow next to him, as if searching for a heat source.

Zhou Yun slowly leaned down, staring at Song Yu's rosy lips.

The longer he stared, the more a wicked sense of amusement welled up inside him. He reached out and slowly brought his fingers closer.

So soft.

No wonder Zhou Qiao's kisses lasted so long.

He squinted, trying to lie down, but found that the sensation made it impossible to let go.

It smelled wonderful.

What would it taste like?

This piqued Zhou Yun's interest, as he had lost his sense of taste.

*

Song Yu slept relatively soundly, but when he woke up, his mouth felt swollen and numb.

He didn't suspect anything, attributing it all to his constitution.

Perhaps the pillowcase was just too rough.

Zhou Qiao was no longer in the bedroom, but the blankets were still warm, so she must have only been awake for a short time.

Song Yu got up and smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen.

It seemed they were making breakfast.

Song Yu knew he wouldn't be able to help much, so he went straight to the bathroom to wash up.

He picked up his toothbrush with his slender white fingers and touched it.

Perhaps because it had been raining a lot lately, the toothbrush he had used last night was still wet.

Song Yu smelled it; there was no musty smell, so he rinsed it under the tap.

He had just put the toothbrush in his mouth when he felt a shadow looming over him.

Zhou Qiao had also come over, lathering his face with foam, as if he were shaving.

The bathroom was small, and Song Yu moved aside, but he still couldn't avoid bumping into the other person.

As for how the boy brushed his teeth, Zhou Qiao had already seen it in the mirror.

Some tiny bits of toothpaste were on his lips; probably because he had just woken up, Song Yu was in a daze, and his movements were very slow.

Like a not-so-bright doll.

When he rinsed his mouth, you could see inside his mouth.

It was very narrow.

After Song Yu finished washing up, Zhou Qiao had just finished shaving, and the two went to the living room to have breakfast together.

It was a simple sandwich and milk. Song Yu took out a sandwich and took a bite.

...Hmm. Too much salt.

He only took a few bites and didn't touch it again, but he swallowed every drop of milk.

It had just rained, and the air was very humid. It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that Song Yu's clothes dried.

He changed his clothes and glanced at Zhou Qiao.

The man looked like he hadn't slept well; he slumped on the sofa, staring at the TV, barely speaking.

Seeing he wasn't well-rested, Song Yu ordered takeout: "I'm going home now."

Hearing this, Zhou Qiao got up from the sofa, his face pale. He followed the man to the entrance; if he wore a hat, he'd look somewhat like a stalker.

However, Song Yu was changing his shoes and couldn't see the man's expression.

Zhou Yun stared at the boy's pale fingers. He remembered the last line on the note was—if the other person kisses you first, say you have a cold. He

chuckled inwardly.

He'd never seen Zhou Qiao so possessive.

Song Yu finished changing his shoes and was about to leave when he felt his shoulder being pressed down.

Turning around, he saw Zhou Qiao very close, his hot breath on his face.

This reminded Song Yu of last night. He stared awkwardly at the tips of his shoes: "What's wrong…"

"Not going to kiss me?" Zhou Yun's voice was indifferent, but he felt uncontrollably hot.

Song Yu pursed his lips, looking up at the man, only to find something was wrong with him. His face was pale, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and his lips were chapped.

Song Yu reached out and touched him.

Sure enough… he had a fever.

Before he could tell Zhou Qiao this, the man swayed and slammed his head against his shoulder.

The other man was probably still conscious; it wasn't the weight he'd imagined, but rather like a large dog lunging at him, rubbing against his neck.

Zhou Qiao seemed delirious with fever, whispering something in his ear.

Song Yu hugged his waist, listening intently.

“This time… I'll owe you.”

*

Zhou Qiao had a low-grade fever, not serious, and they had medicine at home.

Song Yu was glad they'd ordered porridge for dinner. After coaxing Zhou Qiao to lie down on the bed in the bedroom, he gave him the medicine, and about half an hour later, he lifted Zhou Qiao's upper body to feed him porridge.

After that, he used physical methods to lower his temperature.

Song Yu attributed Zhou Qiao's fever entirely to himself, since he'd been wrapped tightly in the blankets when Zhou Qiao woke up that morning.

He didn't know that this cold stemmed from four or five cold showers the night before.

But even if he had known, Song Yu would definitely have stayed.

He was just a kind-hearted fool.

He stayed up all night, half-asleep, half-awake. After Zhou Qiao's fever subsided, Song Yu couldn't stay awake any longer and moved to the other side of the bed.

...

Zhou Yun grew up in an orphanage.

He rarely got sick; when he was, not only was it painful, but he also felt immense loneliness because no one was there to care for him.

But this time, when he felt unwell, he seemed to feel someone snuggling against him.

Warm and cozy.

Zhou Yun opened his eyes.

The curtains weren't drawn, and the sunlight outside made it impossible for him to see the person's face clearly.

But he could tell from their scent.

Zhou Yun stared at Song Yu's face, warmed by the sunlight.

Then he picked up his phone.

Zhou Qiao had messaged him again last night. 【

He went back?】

【Did he say if he'd come over today?】

A moment later.

Zhou Yun typed a good message and sent it.

【Brother, we really are twins.】

【Even our favorite types are exactly the same.】

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