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 After the weight on his body disappeared, Song Yu ignored the burning pain on his lips and tongue and immediately burrowed into the quilt in fright.

This was something he often did when he was scared while watching horror movies—it seemed that covering himself with the quilt was an absolute safe zone.

This time was no exception.

He didn't know what the ghost-like thing he saw was, nor did he know if it had any ill intentions towards him.

But he was 100% certain that it was a pervert.

The foreign object in his mouth was obvious, and Song Yu's tongue was still numb and sore. He curled up into a ball, becoming more and more frightened, and couldn't help but tremble. He

also made uncontrollable whimpering sounds in his throat.

Chu Zeyan looked at the small, trembling lump on the bed and didn't know what to feel.

He was naturally indifferent to emotions, and he thought that emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were superfluous. He was also unable to empathize with others. But when he saw Song Yu crying like that out of fear, his heart clenched.

Especially the awkwardness with which Song Yu was touched by him, which didn't seem like someone who had never been before.

An indescribable emotion spread through his limbs. Chu Zeyan didn't know it was pity for his lover and regret for his reckless behavior. He only knew that if he didn't do something, this spoiled brat would continue to cry.

Her little face was all messed up from crying, looking pitiful.

How could he comfort her?

Chu Zeyan had never comforted anyone before. He clumsily tried to lift the covers to let her see him. But as soon as he touched her, the person curled up in a ball under the covers trembled even more violently.

"Don't scare me..."

Song Yu's tearful voice came from under the covers, small, muffled, like a cub being bitten on the back of the neck.

Chu Zeyan's hand froze, and he immediately withdrew it.

Like a kitten.

He had never heard Song Yu speak to him like that before. The few syllables she made tickled his whole body like feathers.

A tingling sensation started from his spine.

Chu Zeyan steadied his breathing, trying to ignore this strange feeling. He didn't know how much longer he could stay in physical form. Maybe he would soon revert to his original mental form.

He began to feel increasingly anxious.

At least until he disappears, he needs to appease Song Yu.

Omega's mental energy possesses a calming and healing quality; the higher the level of mental energy, the better the effect. Chu Zeyan tried to extract this portion of mental energy, slipping it through the gap in the blanket.

Song Yu felt a warm current slowly flowing into his heart, very gentle. Then, it felt like something very light was encircling his wrist.

"Wife..."

he heard someone call him through the blanket.

Song Yu was startled, but not so scared anymore. Instead, he awkwardly snapped at the other person, "I'm not your wife!"

Chu Zeyan paused.

He remembered a colleague's wife getting angry, and the other person had used this tone and address to appease her, even saying that angry wives are the most beautiful.

After a moment, he called again, "Wife."

This time, Song Yu wasn't afraid at all: "Don't call me wife!"

"Wife.

" "..." Fine.

He really is a lecherous devil. Song Yu was too lazy to talk to this devil, so he continued to bury himself under the blanket.

After a few more "wife"s through the blanket, the sound completely disappeared.

Exhausted after crying, Song Yu slept wrapped in the blankets for an unknown amount of time. Waking up, feeling stuffy, he instinctively threw back the covers.

Seeing the empty bedroom, he realized the ghost was gone.

*

A little after 1 a.m.

Chu Zhouyan was awakened by a noise.

Recently, his body had undergone some changes, which he himself could perceive—for example, he had grown taller, his shoulders had broadened, and his senses had become more acute,

particularly his sense of smell and hearing.

The Chu family villa had only been renovated a few years ago, and Chu Zeyan, being a quiet person, had used high-quality soundproofing materials in every room.

Even so, Chu Zhouyan heard very light footsteps at the door, as well as the sound of fabric rubbing against the wall. In the middle of the night, he intended to ignore it, but a familiar floral scent wafted in from outside.

Chu Zhouyan got out of bed and clicked the lock on the door.

The sound made the young man crouching near his door shudder violently.

Song Yu was looking up at him, her eyes and nose red, her cheeks damp. Wrapped in a bathrobe, she squatted by the wall, small and pitiful, like an abandoned animal.

Chu Zhouyan's heart trembled slightly.

He crouched down near Song Yu and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yu sniffed, her voice trembling slightly, "A ghost..."

Chu Zhouyan was taken aback, "What?"

Sensing the other's disbelief, Song Yu said aggrievedly, "It really is... It pounced on me on the bed just now, I saw it!"

Chu Zhouyan's eyelids twitched, his tone urgent, "And then? Did that thing do anything to you?"

Song Yu pursed her lips, hesitating for a moment before recounting the other's actions with shame and indignation.

After listening, Chu Zhouyan's gaze involuntarily fell on Song Yu's lips.

They were redder than usual, and her small cupid's bow was swollen.

It was from being rubbed raw.

The inside of her mouth was probably darker too.

Chu Zhouyan suppressed his thoughts and casually took Song Yu's hand, only to find that the young man's body temperature was very low: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Song Yu glanced at him unhappily: "I was scared."

Then, as if trying to save face, he added: "If you were there, you would probably have cried from fright."

Chu Zhouyan hummed in agreement, warming the young man's cool fingers with his own palm before letting go and getting up: "I'll go downstairs and get you something hot to drink."

But as soon as he took a step, his sleeve was gripped tightly.

Turning around, he saw that Song Yu had also stood up at some point. The young man's tone was somewhat urgent, as if he was afraid of being alone: ​​"I'll go with you."

"Don't leave me alone."

Chu Zhouyan didn't know what the ghost in the room was thinking, but his soul was already captivated.

He grabbed Song Yu's hand in return, then deliberately intertwined his fingers with the other's: "Let's go."

Song Yu obediently followed him downstairs, then followed him into the kitchen without leaving his side.

Like an extremely dependent little animal.

Chu Zhouyan was filled with a sense of satisfaction. He was happy to do these chores of serving the young man.

He brewed a cup of hot tea, added milk and sugar, and then took out a fleece blanket from the sofa and draped it over the other man's shoulders.

Watching Song Yu sip his tea slowly, his complexion gradually improving, Chu Zhouyan felt an urge to freeze the future at this moment.

Since being taken away by his biological parents, his long life had rarely seen such a vibrant, comforting scene, filled with the sweet aroma of milk.

Unfortunately, a third person soon entered the scene.

Si Ling, having finished his affairs at the academy, had been staying at the villa to take care of Song Yu. He lived in a room on the first floor and could hear the noises from the living room and kitchen.

Thinking that the young man might be sneaking a bite in the middle of the night, Si Ling's lips curved into a slight smile. However, when he saw someone else beside Song Yu in the brightly lit living room, his smile vanished instantly, his expression stiffening.

"Mr. Song, Young Master Chu," Si Ling greeted respectfully, then approached the two men, only to notice Song Yu's pale complexion. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Yu's lips were red from the hot tea, his eyes were wet, and his face looked incredibly unappealing.

Both men stared intently at him.

Unaware of what had happened, Song Yu, now calmer, recounted the events to Si Ling. His

long silk nightgown concealed the slightly bulging veins on his arms, and his expression was perfectly controlled, making him appear like a devoted subordinate, utterly devoted to his master.

"There are security cameras in the room, right? Maybe they can find something," Si Ling reassured him gently. "The kind of ghost with a physical form you mentioned hasn't been verified yet."

Seeing that someone was finally willing to help him catch the lecherous ghost, Song Yu quickly finished his tea. Because he swallowed so fast, a few drops trickled down his chin onto his small, white Adam's apple and into his bathrobe.

Si Ling reached for a tissue on the table, but Chu Zhouyan, being closer, beat her to it.

The boy wiped the residue from Song Yu's mouth and then moved his hand down.

The force was light and airy, making Song Yu feel a little itchy, but he was more afraid of the sticky residue left on the surface, so he obediently tilted his head back and let Chu Zhouyan wipe him.

This unguarded action made Chu Zhouyan clench his fist.

After wiping, the three of them went upstairs.

At this moment, this bedroom felt like a haunted house to Song Yu. Seeing that the two of them had gone inside, he felt it wasn't safe for him to stand outside alone. So he found himself in the safest place

—between the two of them.

One in front and one behind, the ghost wouldn't target him first.

Besides, the two of them were tall, and they could completely block him from view.

Si Ling was the one standing in front, looking around the bedroom.

The sheets and blankets were messy, showing signs of struggle. She could imagine the young man kicking the sheets haphazardly, his heels even turning red from rubbing, but he couldn't break free from the other person.

Si Ling shifted her gaze to the table beside the bed.

Books, pen holder, computer… and on the far right was a doll.

The plush toy belonged to Chu Zeyan and was always with him. Song Yu seemed to like it very much, even bringing it back to her bedroom.

Song Yu noticed Si Ling staring at the teddy bear and, fearing suspicion, nervously explained, "Chu Zeyan's things are mine. I like them, so it's fine to keep them in my room, right?" "

Not that," Si Ling suddenly said.

Song Yu was taken aback. "Wh-what?"

Si Ling pointed to the other side.

Song Yu looked in that direction; there it was… a wedding photo and a ring.

"I remember you didn't wear a wedding ring except on your wedding day." Si Ling walked over and held the diamond-encrusted band between his fingers.

Song Yu and Chu Zeyan had specifically requested a large diamond ring like this for their wedding, the heavier the better. Si Ling had initially scoffed at people from humble backgrounds for not being able to dress elegantly, but now, looking down at the ring, he imagined Song Yu's slender, fair fingers wearing it. It

would definitely look beautiful.

Song Yu was unaware that the subordinate standing in front of him was fantasizing about helping him put on a ring. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

He had put those things away in a drawer a few days before entering this world. No one else in the villa would touch them without permission, so how could they…?

Perhaps noticing the confusion on Song Yu's face, Si Ling leaned forward slightly: “It must have been taken out by that ghost you mentioned.”

Song Yu was completely dumbfounded.

But why would the other party take these things out?

Before he could think for more than a few seconds, Chu Zhouyan suddenly spoke up: “A while ago, weren't your toothbrush and towel used? Could it be one of these?”

Song Yu couldn't help but shudder, a chill running down his spine.

His toothbrush and towel had been dry recently. Could it be that the other party used them and then dried them…? Then during this time, he had been sharing a room with this thing that he couldn't even see, sharing these personal items.

Perhaps, the other party had seen him changing clothes and showering.

Song Yu was so ashamed and indignant that his mind went blank, leaving only one thought:

—He seems to have encountered another pervert.

Seeing the young man's face flush red at a visible speed, Si Ling couldn't help but feel surprised.

He thought that Alphas spent every night in bars and were already extremely used to these intimate gestures, but now, this face, even his earlobes were red, told him that Song Yu was much more innocent than he had imagined.

Or rather, much more innocent.

"Don't be afraid, we're all here." Si Ling gently patted Song Yu's thin shoulder to comfort him. "Let's check the surveillance footage first, maybe we can find some evidence."

*

"Move over there a bit."

After Song Yu finished speaking, Chu Zhouyan unconsciously moved a little distance in another direction, but not much. The three of them were still very cramped at the table.

After all, they were helping him, so Song Yu didn't say anything more. He opened the surveillance video and entered the password.

The image popped up immediately, filling the entire screen.

It showed the three of them sitting at the table. Song Yu looked at it and saw that the two of them were sandwiched between him, leaving no room at all.

Moreover, both of them were tall and had long legs and broad shoulders, making him look like a weak chicken that could be lifted up at any moment.

He was the Alpha, wasn't he?

With this in mind, Song Yu opened the video recording and played back to the moment he opened the door after showering. He reminded the two men, "Actually, I sensed it before that, but it didn't have a physical form then. It only appeared after I came back from my shower."

Future electronic technology was advanced enough to project holographically into the air, and the image quality was very clear. If it weren't for the fact that Song Yu in the video was much smaller than he actually was, it would have been indistinguishable from reality.

The two men stared intently at the screen.

"How can it be so strong..." the person in the video murmured, as if suddenly being pressed down onto the bed.

Song Yu stared intently, somewhat disappointed.

Ghosts, as expected, wouldn't appear in the surveillance footage.

Afraid the two wouldn't believe him, he hurriedly explained, "There really is something there, I saw it. Look—it flipped me over again; I can't flip myself like that."

The two men were, of course, watching.

The movement of the person rolling over in the video was swift and agile, while Song Yu seemed more like a victim, lacking the strength to do anything.

The young man, however, struggled, his leg reaching almost to his chest.

It was incredibly flexible.

Most people couldn't do that.

His bathrobe spread open, revealing reddened eyes, and he whimpered, sobbing from the abuse.

The room was quiet, except for the sobs in the monitor and the breathing of the two men.

Song Yu felt embarrassed and immediately explained, "He hurt me a lot, I tried to use my tongue to push him away, but he was very strong..."

"I didn't mean to cry..."

his voice trailed off. The young man probably knew these were just excuses for his own whims.

Who cries at a pinch or a rub?

But seeing Song Yu's soft, slightly swollen lips, everything made sense.

He was clearly an Alpha, yet his skin was so delicate.

Yet it didn't feel out of place; instead, it evoked pity, making him seem inherently worthy of pampering.

A young widow who had lost his lover, he made him even more lovable.

"Take a step forward." Si Ling's words broke the strange atmosphere in the room.

Song Yu hummed in confusion.

"Quickly back to where you first entered the room."

These operations required the user's fingerprint. Song Yu pressed it, and quickly backed up to the beginning.

Si Ling glanced at it, then confirmed, "The red mark on your hand is gone."

Song Yu froze, looking down. The mark was indeed gone.

Si Ling: "Could you tell me again what happened after that?"

Song Yu didn't react: "...What?"

"After the other person pinched my tongue between their fingers."

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly. If someone had said these things to him normally, he would have thought they were a lecherous scoundrel with ill intentions. But now, Si Ling's expression and demeanor were extremely serious.

It was obvious she was helping him find this ghost.

Despite the embarrassment, Song Yu recalled the moment: "He let go of me, I hid under the covers, and then... right!"

He seemed to realize something: "There was a very gentle current of energy around my wrist, and my mood improved."

"That's the unique spiritual power of an Omega," Si Ling explained. "It can soothe emotions and heal wounds."

Song Yu said "Oh," then hesitated for a few seconds: "Can ghosts be Omegas?"

Si Ling: "..."

Chu Zhouyan: "..."

So... cute. Chu Zhouyan, who hadn't spoken until now, patiently explained: "The other party isn't a ghost, it's a spirit. And it's an Omega's spirit."

Not a ghost.

Knowing this, Song Yu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know that being entangled by a spirit was even more serious—spirits could attack and mark people of lower levels than themselves.

Even, completely mark them.

Before Song Yu could ask why this spirit was in his room, Si Ling spoke first.

"This spiritual entity healed the marks on your hands, but your rubbed lips are still the same." Beta's voice was lower than usual. "The marks on your hands were left when you were at the bar, right?"

Song Yu nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"He removed the marks left by other men on you, but he didn't erase his own." Si Ling frowned. "This is troublesome."

Song Yu looked at Si Ling somewhat blankly.

"This means this Omega is very possessive of you." Chu Zhouyan's expression wasn't good either. "An Omega whose spiritual entity can heal others is an S-rank Omega."

"Brother." He called out, staring into Song Yu's somewhat round eyes, "This Omega wants to possess you."

That's why he could use your toothbrush, towel, and touch your waist in the bathroom.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhouyan's eyes darkened further.

Song Yu didn't know what expression to make. Nervous, he bit his lower lip, stammering for a long time before finally managing, "Th-what...what do we do? Can we catch him?"

"I'm a beta, and Young Master Chu hasn't differentiated yet. Only Alphas or Omegas can see his spirit form."

"To subdue it, you need a spirit form of a higher level than its."

Si Ling looked at Song Yu's lowered eyelashes.

Thick and curled, gentle, delicate, and soft.

Not at all like an Alpha.

At this moment, those thick eyelashes trembled incessantly because of their owner's unease.

Little did they know, this only fueled a man's aggression.

Si Ling's gaze fell again on the wedding photo and ring beside him; he already had a guess in his mind.

But could he survive such a destructive torrent?

This uncertainty made him suppress his thoughts, not uttering them aloud.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Subduing an S-rank spirit form required something higher… Song Yu thought of Fu Yuan.

But how could the other party possibly want to come to the room of someone he disliked?

Finally, Si Ling spoke up, suggesting, "You can change rooms; I'll wait for you at the door to rest."

Chu Zhouyan glanced at the seemingly respectable man, "If that's not possible, you can sleep in my room, brother."

It seemed like either way was fine.

Song Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the OOC warning from his system rang out in his head.

[Your current bedroom is the largest room in the villa and cannot be changed; otherwise, it will be considered OOC and will be severely punished.]

Song Yu: "..."

He frowned, ultimately not daring to rebel, and feigned dissatisfaction: "I'm sensitive to beds; are your beds soft enough?"

"I want to sleep in this one!"

It sounded spoiled at first.

But the two knew Song Yu was serious. With such delicate skin, changing beds would probably make him sleep like the Princess and the Pea, unable to get a good night's sleep.

Soon, Si Ling thought of something: "I can watch you rest in the room."

That would be too...inhumane.

Si Ling had to work during the day; watching him all night without sleeping would be unbearable even for an iron man. Song Yu pouted and deliberately said, "If you don't sleep at night, how will you serve me during the day?"

"Get a makeshift bed on the floor, sleep...sleep..." the young man pointed to the bedside, "This will do."

Si Ling smiled as usual, "Okay."

Finally having resolved the problem, Song Yu prepared to lie down and rest, but a moment later, he froze—both of them had brought in makeshift beds on the floor

.

Revealing a physical form consumes a tremendous amount of mental energy. Chu Zeyan was currently in a very weak state, only able to conserve his strength for the next time he floated out from the doll.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the door being pushed open, and two men entered the room one after the other.

Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan?

Chu Zeyan was incredulous, his non-existent brow furrowing into a knot.

What were they doing? What were they doing in his lover's room in the middle of the night?!

He wasn't dead yet!

But Chu Zeyan was completely unable to move, and couldn't even get out of the doll. He could only stare intently at his subordinate and his former adopted brother, watching these shameless men make do with sleeping on the floor next to his wife's bed. (

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