05

 The car started immediately, and Song Yu was thrown backward by inertia, this time sitting in Bo Chi's lap.

He wanted to stand up, but because the other's hand was still on his waist, he couldn't get any strength. He could

only turn around and whisper to him, "Brother Chi..."

Even though the light in the car was dim, Song Yu could still feel that Bo Chi's expression was very bad, and even the air temperature had dropped. He couldn't help but shiver.

Did he start to care about Gu Zeshu so early? But why didn't he take the opportunity to send him home earlier?

Noticing that the boy was lost in thought, Bo Chi's mood became even more irritable.

He said coldly, "Song Yu, you've learned to lie, haven't you?"

Song Yu was stunned, his expression a little confused: "Wh-what?"

Now he's putting on a pitiful and innocent look, trying to lie to him? Bo Chi took a deep breath, his voice so cold it turned the car into an icebox: "You said

you wouldn't hang out with any of your old friends anymore, and you only want to be with me every day." "Aren't you hanging out with that Chen Fei again?"

"You even kissed Gu Zeshu, you really like him?"

"No wonder you insisted on personally picking him up from the hospital."

The man's barrage of questions, delivered through gritted teeth, made Song Yu's eyes widen. He trembled slightly, his mind blank, only able to feel the burning heat emanating from the other man's legs.

He shifted slightly, and said sluggishly, "I... I want to get down first." "

So hot..."

Bo Chi paused.

In his anger, he noticed that Song Yu had been sitting on his lap, and his hands were still on the other man's waist.

So slender.

Bo Chi involuntarily swallowed hard, stiffly lifting him down.

Song Yu sat on the car seat, the heat on his cheeks slowly subsiding, and only then did he begin to recall Bo Chi's words.

He didn't know how the other man knew about this, and he didn't dare to ask, so he turned to look at Bo Chi's face.

The boy's gaze was undisguised, making Bo Chi feel hot all over, sweat beading on his back. His tone was unusually harsh: "Now you're playing the victim?"

"Brother Chi..."

Song Yu dared to speak only after seeing that Bo Chi's expression had improved considerably.

Of course, he didn't dare reveal that he had arranged for those people to act with him because he was interested in Gu Zeshu: "Chen Fei and his gang tried to rob us of our money, and... they even forced me to kiss Gu Zeshu..."

The idiot was terrible at lying.

Even his voice trembled, let alone his facial expression.

But perhaps it was the bright pink at the corner of his eye, or perhaps it was the soft, aggrieved sob in his voice, that made Bo Chi fail to notice his obvious guilt.

His face turned cold: "They robbed you of your money?"

Song Yu sniffed: "Yes."

"Did they lay a hand on you?" Thinking of Song Yu's delicate body, Bo Chi's tone was particularly anxious, "Are you hurt? Is anything bothering you?"

Song Yu shook his head.

He could sense that Bo Chi wasn't as angry as before, so he seized the opportunity to explain, "I didn't try to kiss Gu Zeshu, they pushed me."

"My mouth and face hurt

so much now." Bo Chi's eyelid twitched violently.

The lighting in the car was poor, and he couldn't see if Song Yu had any injuries while sitting in his seat, so he leaned closer, his tall shadow pressing down on the boy.

Song Yu instinctively shrank back.

"Let me see."

Bo Chi's voice was much gentler than before.

Song Yu obediently tilted his head back so the other could examine him.

The two were very close, and the fragrance immediately filled his nostrils. Bo Chi felt dizzy and forced himself to concentrate.

The boy's lips were naturally red, so there were no visible marks, but his cheek was red, as if he had been hit by something straight.

Bo Chi knew the reason, of course.

The noisy video someone had sent him happened to capture the moment Song Yu was pressed against Gu Zeshu's face.

The sound was very loud, and he hadn't heard a thing.

Song Yu's profile was facing the camera, her expression showing some pain, her eyes squinting. Yet her face was still pink, her soft cheeks distorted by her high nose, making her look quite alluring.

That's how she got red from being bumped.

By another man.

"Brother Chi, are you alright..."

A weak voice brought Bo Chi back to his senses. He realized he'd been staring at that face for half a minute. Realizing what had happened, he immediately pulled away, sitting stiffly in his seat.

"Your face is indeed red. Go back and get something to apply." The man suppressed the dryness rising in his throat. "What about other parts? Anything else bothering you?"

Song Yu shook her head.

After confirming Song Yu wasn't injured, Bo Chi began to calculate the consequences: "I'll teach them a lesson for him. Don't contact those people again."

Song Yu was surprised.

Bo Chi was quite protective of his follower.

But what if Chen Fei told Bo Chi their secret? Startled, Song Yu immediately grabbed Bo Chi's arm: "Brother Chi... there's no need to teach them a lesson. I won't contact them again."

Then, in a very sincere tone, she added, "I'll only follow you, I won't play with them anymore."

Song Yu's words instantly extinguished the pent-up frustration in Bo Chi's heart, but he still wanted to teach these people a lesson.

He had been so gentle with Song Yu, and these people still dared to push him around?

"I'll handle it,"

Song Yu said anxiously. "Brother Chi, it's okay, I wasn't hurt."

"They ruined your first kiss, and you're still defending them?!"

Even Bo Chi himself was stunned by her words. He finally understood what had been bothering him.

However, he didn't understand why he cared about this.

In the small, enclosed space, the air seemed to solidify.

The driver sat there, barely daring to breathe, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Bo Chi's body stiffened, unsure whether to explain or not, his mind a jumbled mess, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Song Yu.

Song Yu's eyes were rounder than usual, and his expression was somewhat sluggish.

After a long while, the boy licked his dry lips and hesitated, "It's okay, Brother Chi... this isn't my first kiss."

Bo Chi paused, then seemed to realize something, and sneered, "So, you're something else. Didn't you tell me not long ago that you'd never been in a relationship? Song Yu, just how many lies have you told me?"

"..." Is that so?

Song Yu felt the air pressure in the car drop again. He thought about it and subconsciously felt that he couldn't let Bo Chi know that he had been kissed by others many times.

He was going to lie again.

But for the sake of the mission, lying was forgivable, right?

Song Yu convinced himself and tried to salvage the situation, saying, "We didn't talk about it. I kissed a puppy when I was little..."

Bo Chi's brow twitched, but his breathing became inexplicably smooth: "That counts as a first kiss?"

Song Yu thought for a moment: "Then the one I was pushed by earlier doesn't count either. It only counts if you kiss someone you like."

After saying that, he realized how clever his statement was, as it both convinced Bo Chi and showed that he didn't like Gu Zeshu.

Why wasn't 009 here?

He really wanted to show off.

After Song Yu's words, Bo Chi's mind drifted elsewhere, and he stopped paying attention to Chen Fei and the others.

*

Song Yu spent the afternoon at Bo Chi's villa. Actually, there wasn't much to do, and Bo Chi even had the kitchen prepare hand-shaken milk tea and desserts.

Afternoon tea was a good way to calm his nerves, and by the time Song Yu was halfway through his meal, he had almost forgotten about the little incident from the morning.

009 also returned: [Host, are you alright?]

Song Yu was used to 009 being suddenly blocked, but what surprised him was that there were actually powerful little data in this world.

He was a little worried: "[It feels like each small world isn't very stable. This data is amazing; does it mean I can travel back and forth between different worlds?]"

009: "[With the current capabilities of the small data, it's possible.]"

Song Yu: "[Doesn't the Main God care?]"

009: ...

009 thought: The Main God is.

But aloud, he said against his conscience: "[Don't worry, host, this small data is all benign data and won't do anything that violates the rules of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.]"

Is that so?

Song Yu slowly took a bite of cake.

He felt like he'd encountered quite a few perverts.

After afternoon tea, Bo Chi said a couple more things like "Don't associate with Chen Fei and the others," and Song Yu nodded perfunctorily before being driven home by the driver.

He noticed that while Bo Chi had a bad temper, he was quite kind to his followers.

009 saw this and thought that no matter what persona he obtained, the fragments would genuinely be good to their host.

The key plot point was complete. Song Yu would only have a role after Gu Zeshu broke with the Gu family and moved out, which would be a week later.

However, he wasn't idle this week. 009 would issue some tasks related to Bo Chi.

[Host, you need to help Gong Er fetch water.]

[Host, you need to help Gong Er wash some strawberries.]

[Host, you need to play Ludo with Gong Er.]

...

After several tasks, Song Yu found that being Gong Er's follower seemed quite easy.

The snacks he gave Bo Chi didn't seem to be eaten much; they all ended up in his stomach. Moreover, he seemed to have a talent for Ludo, winning everyone's money every time.

Looking at the income, Song Yu's eyes sparkled: [009, I think I've found a way to earn money for being a kept man!]

009 thought that if Bo Chi knew that the host was using the money he gave him to support someone else, he would probably be so angry he'd get sick and go to the hospital.

That would be great.

009 immediately agreed: [Host is great.]

With 009's support, Song Yu also started considering other small change.

One day, Bo Chi's jigsaw puzzle was missing a piece. Song Yu had seen the same puzzle in a shopping mall and immediately approached him, saying, "Brother Chi, I'll go buy it for you."

Bo Chi had been increasingly reluctant to let Song Yu run errands for him lately, so he transferred 100,000 yuan to him first.

Song Yu stared at the money: "Brother Chi, how much is this puzzle?"

Bo Chi had no idea about the prices and glanced at the butler, who immediately said, "Young Master Song, this puzzle costs 59,980 yuan."

Song Yu's eyes widened.

Bo Chi thought he wanted it too and planned to use the excuse of buying clothes to take Song Yu shopping with him. However, he felt the boy approach and whispered, "Brother Chi, can I keep the change after I buy it?"

Bo Chi was incredulous: "What?"

Song Yu thought he was unwilling and his voice grew softer: "Can't you even keep 20 yuan for the errand fee...?"

Bo Chi: "..."

He meant 20 yuan?

How does the Song family raise their children? Song Yu even has to earn 20 yuan himself.

Thinking back to the last time the other person wouldn't even buy a cup of coffee, Bo Chi felt a pang of jealousy: "You keep it."

Song Yu's eyes widened: "What am I supposed to do?"

Bo Chi thought for a moment, then stood up: "Go to the mall."

That afternoon, Song Yu went to the mall with Bo Chi, but in the end, he didn't spend a single penny of the 100,000 yuan;

Bo Chi paid for everything. Afterward, Bo Chi frequently transferred money to him, asking him to help order milk tea and cakes for the housekeeper and a few aunties, and told him to keep the rest of the money for himself.

Song Yu felt a sense of relief, like when he was a child and would keep the change left over after buying soy sauce for his family.

During the time the protagonist was going through the storyline, he was also working hard to earn money.

Finally, when the money in his card reached six million, 009 finally issued a mission.

[Host, Gu Zeshu has completely severed ties with the Gu family and resigned from his position at the Gu Group. He has now moved to a newly rented house and plans to start his life anew.] [

Your mission is to mail the bank card to Gu Zeshu and get him to agree to be a sugar daddy.]

[There are no restrictions on the specific methods used. ] Song

Yu: "?"

He thought for a moment: "[You mean, I can threaten him too, right?]"

009: "[In the original plot, you first tempted him with money and luxury goods. When he didn't fall for it, you started tempting him with the promise of helping him find connections.]"

Gu Zeshu was very talented at writing lyrics, but the Gu family felt that this was like having one foot in the entertainment industry, which they considered shameful. So Gu Zeshu gave up his dream and joined a company, starting from the bottom.

009: "[The protagonist has already given all his money to the Gu family and is destitute, which is a vulnerable time. In addition, he is unappreciated and no one dares to accept his work. He has no other choice but to agree to your offer.]"

Hmm... So that's how he agreed.

Song Yu sorted out the plot and found the key point: "[But I don't seem to have any connections...]"

009: "[You do not have any connections, but you are very bold. You went directly to Bo Rancen and gave him Gu Zeshu's work. The big shot admired Gu Zeshu and later developed feelings for him. He then discovered that you were secretly keeping Gu Zeshu as a mistress.]" "

However, those are tasks for the future. Your current task, host, is to get the protagonist to agree to be your sugar daddy as soon as possible."

Song Yu nodded.

He kept a little for living expenses and put the rest in his bank card.

After changing the password to Gu Zeshu's birthdate, he called a deliveryman to deliver it to the address given by 009.

*

A week after being discharged from the hospital, Gu Zeshu severed ties with the Gu family without any hesitation.

He transferred the project to Gu Chengming, and whether Gu Chengming passed it on to Gu An or how well it was completed was none of his concern. He hastily packed a few clothes, chose an evening when the Gu family was present, and exchanged the card and watch for Gu's father, explaining that everything concerning the Gu family was no longer his concern.

After saying this, he turned and left the villa.

Sitting in a taxi, Gu Zeshu opened the window, looking at the bright lights of the city.

It turned out that the home he had always thought of wasn't a home at all.

Would he ever have his own home?

Gu Zeshu moved into his newly rented apartment. The apartment wasn't big, and he had a series of dreams that night.

He thought he would dream of the Gu family, but he didn't.

He dreamed of a beautiful, gentle face, that face slowly approaching, a faint fragrance mixed with the sweet and sour taste of oranges, slowly enveloping him, and the boy's light brown eyes gradually becoming clearer.

...

When Gu Zeshu woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

The curtains were too dark, plunging the room into complete darkness. Gu Zeshu was drenched in sweat, the blankets and sheets soaked through. He threw them back, glancing down expressionlessly.

Then, somewhat stiffly, he went to the bathroom.

An hour later, the face from his dream still kept replaying in Gu Zeshu's mind. He sat dejectedly in the living room, rubbing his temples, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Gu Zeshu frowned.

He had just found this apartment and moved in yesterday; no one had given him the address.

The Gu family shouldn't be coming soon.

Opening the door, a deliveryman stood outside, handing him a file folder: "Hello, are you Mr. Gu Zeshu? This is from a gentleman."

Gu Zeshu didn't take it: "Who is he?"

"I'm sorry, the person doesn't want to reveal their information. We also have regulations against disclosing customer information. But don't worry, we've checked it; it's not dangerous."

After a moment, Gu Zeshu took the folder.

He opened it inside and found a bank card and another card with a phone number written on it.

Gu Zeshu paused for a few seconds before realizing what this meant.

Bank card, anonymous, phone number… it simply meant the owner of this number wanted to keep him as a mistress.

A mocking smile appeared on Gu Zeshu's face.

He had only been away from the Gu family for a day, and someone was already eager to trample on him.

A moment later,

Gu Zeshu got up and threw the card and bank card into the trash can.

Just then, Zong Fei called: "Hey, where did you move to?"

Gu Zeshu: "I'll tell you after I've packed up."

"You're quite particular." Zong Fei cut to the chase, "What about those songs you wrote in college? Send them over, I might pay you if I need them."

After graduating from college, Zong Fei was assigned to his family's entertainment company, but it was just a nominal position. He was used to being carefree and preferred traveling to dealing with such things.

Gu Zeshu lowered his eyes: "We'll see."

Zong Fei didn't know what the other person was thinking, but since he said that, he didn't bring it up again, just chatted for a couple of minutes before hanging up.

Gu Zeshu put down his phone and then noticed that two messages had come in during the call.

"Is there not enough money in your card?"

"I can add more."

It was the person who delivered the card.

Gu Zeshu glanced at the phone number; it matched the one on the card.

He ignored it.

Ten minutes later, his phone vibrated several more times.

After opening the message, Gu Zeshu was slightly taken aback.

The owner of this number had sent two photos: one of his wrist, showing an expensive watch; the other of his neck, displaying a diamond necklace.

Gu Zeshu wasn't paying attention to these expensive items the other person was trying to show off.

His expression was inscrutable, his eyes lowered, and it was unclear what he was thinking. After a few seconds, he opened the photo and zoomed in slightly.

The other person's neck was slender and long, taken from a slightly upward angle, the lines smooth and delicate, with fine blue veins visible.

The skin was very white and delicate, as if a light touch would leave a mark.

Gu Zeshu shifted his gaze slightly to the right.

A pale mole on the collarbone and a red dot hidden behind the ear confirmed the other person's identity almost immediately.

Of course.

If they weren't paying special attention to him, how would they know his new address?

Gu Zeshu stared at the photo for several seconds before seeming to realize what was happening. He got up from the sofa, walked to the trash can, bent down, and picked up the bank card

and the card inside.

*

[It's been ten minutes, 009.]

Song Yu held his phone, anxiously waiting for a message: [He'll probably just block me, right?]

009: [No, host. If he blocks me, I'll get a mission failure notification.]

Song Yu thought this might be the first mission failure.

Gu Zeshu was such a proud and aloof person; even if he was desperate, he wouldn't accept being kept by someone.

He opened the sent message, carefully examining the watch and necklace he had photographed, wondering: [Does Gu Zeshu not like these things?]

009 glanced at the photo.

No, he would like them.

About five minutes later, the other party finally sent a message.

Song Yu opened it—

a few cold words: [What do you want to do?]

After typing "keeping him," Song Yu was too embarrassed to send it.

Then the other party sent another message—

【You want to take care of me?】

Song Yu: "..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, immediately deleted the original message, and sent a "Yes". With

the mission deadline fast approaching, Song Yu was a little anxious and decided to be straightforward and show the other party his capabilities first.

【Have you checked your bank card?】

【The password is your birthday. You can use the money in there for now, and I'll transfer more later if needed.】

009: 【Host, we only have one month's living expenses left.】

Song Yu rolled his eyes: 【It's okay, we can go run errands for Bo Chi to earn money.】

009: 【Host is so smart.】

The other party didn't reply.

Song Yu started to pester them: 【Besides money, I'll buy you other things too.】

He found the most expensive watch in the cabinet, put it on, and sent it to the other party: 【Does this look good? I can give it to you if you like.】

This time the other party replied: 【The watch isn't good-looking.】

Song Yu: "..."

He looked down at it.

"It's quite nice.

It seems Gu Zeshu has very high standards."

Song Yu rummaged through his house, even opening the safe, but only found a few large gold chains that his father had given him to curry favor with Bo Chi.

Gu Zeshu would definitely look down on these even less.

Song Yu worried: "[Can we add each other on WeChat first?]"

Texting costs money.

The friend request was quickly accepted. Gu Zeshu's profile picture was a very gray sky, looking like a cloudy day. He clicked on the profile picture, added a note, and then sent another message: "[What do you like? I'll buy it for you, okay?]"

A few seconds later, Gu Zeshu sent a message:

"[Anklet.]"

*

Mall.

Following 009's guidance, Song Yu arrived at the jewelry section on the first floor.

He only had a little bit of living expenses left, and he didn't know if he could afford a luxury brand anklet.

As he was searching around, his phone vibrated.

Gu Zeshu had transferred 50,000 yuan to him.

Song Yu: "?"

A second message came: "[The money for the anklet.]

Something's not right."

Looking at it this way, he didn't seem to be a sugar daddy, but a personal shopper.

Song Yu certainly wouldn't accept money from his soon-to-be sugar daddy, but he had to admit that Gu Zeshu's poverty was completely different from his understanding of poverty.

Fortunately, 009 said that one point could be exchanged for one million in the small world.

Song Yu exchanged it, and the money immediately arrived in his account. He browsed around the jewelry section for a while and finally chose one shop.

That shop had a lot of styles of anklets, and Song Yu took a liking to one with a star pendant. It was very delicate and should be more in line with Gu Zeshu's aesthetic.

He looked up, wanting to call the person at the counter, but then a voice sounded behind him.

"Song Yu?"

Song Yu was stunned and turned around. It was Bo Chi and Zhou Xie.

He obediently called out, "Brother Chi."

Bo Chi was very pleased, and even his usually cool expression softened a bit.

Zhou Xie, standing to the side, smirked mischievously, "So I'm invisible, huh? Or does Xiao Yu only have eyes for Brother Chi?"

Song Yu opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Bo Chi said with a displeased look, "How long have I known him? How long have you known him?"

He kept calling her "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu. "

Zhou Xie wasn't surprised. After spending these past few days together, he had already noticed that Bo Chi treated Song Yu differently from others.

However, Song Yu didn't seem to reciprocate.

Perhaps there was going to be a good show.

Bo Chi had been urged by his family to come to the mall for inspections. He was always arrogant and had absolutely no interest in power or this kind of work, but he couldn't stand his parents' nagging.

He had originally wanted to bring Song Yu, who was always clinging to him, but thinking that the other party probably didn't like this kind of occasion, and that he didn't want to show his less-than-ideal side in front of her, he asked Zhou Xie to help with this chore.

He hadn't expected to run into Song Yu.

Could it be that she secretly followed him every day?

She really was clingy.

Bo Chi couldn't help but twitch his lips. After dismissing Zhou Xie, he asked Song Yu, "What did you come here to buy?"

Song Yu honestly pointed to what he wanted: "I want to buy this."

Bo Chi glanced down; it was an anklet, very thin, with a metallic sheen, and the star pendant was inlaid with small diamonds.

Come to think of it, he had never seen Song Yu's ankle before.

But he could guess what it looked like.

This style should look very good on him, and it would probably make a crisp sound when it jingled.

Bo Chi pulled his wandering thoughts back: "Just this one? Is there anything else you want?"

This one already cost over ten thousand, and Song Yu needed to save money, so he immediately shook his head.

Bo Chi glanced at the sales clerk at the counter, who immediately and observantly took out the anklet, packaged it, and handed it to him: "Young Master Bo, this is what your friend wanted."

Song Yu took out his card, but Bo Chi simply put his arm around his shoulder: "It's already on my tab, let's go."

Song Yu was taken a few steps with his arm around his shoulder before he realized that Bo Chi was paying for him again.

It seems Bo Chi is really generous to his little brother.

He'll have to run errands for him properly from now on.

Since Bo Chi had seen Song Yu, he had no intention of letting him go. The two wandered aimlessly through the mall.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; anything Song Yu glanced at, he would buy, even managing to snag two plush toys.

Seeing Song Yu's relaxed expression, Bo Chi's annoyance at being mocked by the elementary school student earlier faded somewhat. To be honest, he'd never done anything like this before, especially when he saw his friend snatching things for his girlfriend and was disdainful.

Yet now he was doing this for Song Yu, and even felt good about it.

Maybe he'd gone mad,

Bo Chi thought.

The two returned to the villa with a large bag of spoils.

It was already dinnertime, so Bo Chi asked the kitchen to prepare an extra meal. Then he sat near the sofa watching Song Yu tally up his purchases.

The boy sat on his white plush blanket, wearing fluffy slippers, looking tiny.

He could probably be lifted with one hand.

Bo Chi's gaze shifted to Song Yu's ankles.

Sure enough, the anklet looked great.

Song Yu was still thinking about which snacks to open before dinner when 009 issued a task.

[Host, hidden task triggered.]

[You need to wear the anklet for half an hour, take a picture, and send it to Gu Zeshu. This will increase the probability of his agreement and also earn you 2000 points.]

[Starting the timer now.]

Song Yu would take the picture to show Gu Zeshu sooner or later, but he didn't expect the task to be so urgent.

He hesitated: [Can I just take the picture and send it to him directly?]

009: [Sorry, the system probably won't approve that.]

Song Yu pursed his lips.

He glanced at Bo Chi, who seemed to be looking at him too, and immediately looked away when Song Yu looked over.

"Brother Chi..."

Bo Chi hummed in response, but didn't look in his direction.

Song Yu handed over a box of strawberries from the carpet: "I want to eat strawberries."

Bo Chi took it and was about to speak to the kitchen aunt when Song Yu tugged at his clothes.

"Brother Chi, I want to eat the ones you washed."

"Okay?"

Bo Chi's eyelids twitched.

Song Yu's coquettish voice made him feel lightheaded.

He didn't speak, his face stiff as he took the strawberries to the kitchen.

Song Yu watched his tall, slightly stiff back.

Aside from his bad temper, Bo Chi was quite easy to coax.

Maybe if he ever became homeless again, a few kind words would get him to take him in for a few days.

Song Yu stopped thinking about it and immediately took the box out of his pocket.

The anklet was very thin, and Song Yu struggled for several minutes to put it on. Getting impatient, he simply propped his foot up on the sofa.

This time, it was on quickly.

He took a picture, glanced at it casually, and sent it to Gu Shishu.

The notification sound of the mission being completed rang out.

Song Yu heard the points credited and breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he heard a cold voice beside him: "Song Yu, you're pretty good."

Song Yu froze.

Bo Chi walked to the sofa, leaned down, and his broad hand grasped the boy's slender ankle.

Then, he lifted it up little by little.

Song Yu forgot to struggle, his voice trembling: "Chi...Brother Chi..."

The man vigorously rubbed the protruding bone in his foot, and soon it was rubbed red.

Much redder than the cheek where Song Yu's nose had hit him that day.

"Which man are you sending a picture of yourself wearing the anklet I bought you?"

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