06

 Zhou Yun met his twin brother Zhou Qiao when he was thirteen. At that time, the other was not yet called Zhou Qiao, and lived in a working-class family. His adoptive parents had just unexpectedly had their own child.

Zhou Qiao took the initiative to leave his adoptive parents' home and returned to the orphanage with him, changed his name, and depended on him for survival from then on.

For the next ten years, they went to school together, graduated together, and never lived apart.

It was not until they investigated their own background that they left their hometown and came to Wucheng.

Ten years is enough time to understand a person, especially since they are twin brothers with empathy.

Therefore, Zhou Yun understood what Zhou Qiao's expression would be when he saw that message.

He ignored the message sent by the other party, turned off his phone, and stared at Song Yu for a while.

As he stared, he roughly understood why Zhou Qiao liked this person.

Fair-skinned, sleeping peacefully, with an innocent expression.

Although he was afraid of the cold, his whole body was warm, just like the feeling Song Yu gave to others.

Such a person is undoubtedly the most attractive to people who have lived in the gutter for a long time.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is an angel.

Zhou Yun rarely had such moments of complete relaxation in bed, not thinking about anything, especially with a handsome young man beside him who had taken care of him all night.

He looked at Song Yu's face; sunlight shone on the boy's eyebrows and eyes, gilding his curled eyelashes with a golden sheen, making them look soft and velvety.

Zhou Yun couldn't resist touching them.

It tickled a little.

As if reluctant to let go, his fingers traced down Song Yu's pink eyelids, then his nose bridge, his delicate nose tip, and finally… his beautifully shaped lips.

Zhou Yun released his hand.

*

Song Yu didn't wake up until ten in the morning, and when he did, no one was beside him. Had

Zhou Qiao's fever subsided?

Song Yu himself wasn't well; when he had a fever, it would last for a week, with the fever repeatedly subsiding and then flaring up again. He was afraid Zhou Qiao was experiencing the same thing.

His sleepiness gradually disappeared, and he slipped on his slippers and left the bedroom. The aroma of frying oil wafted from the living room; Song Yu immediately knew the other was in the kitchen making breakfast. He went over to check if the other person was fully recovered, but through the glass door, he saw a man wearing only an apron and no shirt.

Zhou Qiao was tall and broad-shouldered, usually appearing slender, but with his clothes off, his arms were muscular—the typical "looks thin in clothes, but muscular underneath" type.

Song Yu himself looked thin and small, and wasn't muscular at all with his clothes off.

He stared enviously for a few seconds, but the other person noticed his gaze and looked over with a pair of dark eyes.

"..."

Caught red-handed, Song Yu's cheeks flushed slightly, while Zhou Qiao pushed the door open through the narrow crack, revealing the muscles in his arms, even the protruding veins were clearly visible.

Song Yu took a step back, pretending not to care: "I came to see if your fever had gone down."

Zhou Qiao hummed in agreement.

Song Yu didn't know if he was agreeing with him or telling him that his fever had gone down, and was struggling with this when he felt his wrist being grabbed, and then his palm touched Zhou Yu's forehead.

The two were quite different in height, and Zhou Yun's drooping head inexplicably reminded Song Yu of a large dog.

However, Zhou Yun seemed a bit smarter than a large dog; he wouldn't lick people indiscriminately.

His palm was slightly cool; the fever had subsided, indicating Zhou Yun's physical condition was still quite good. Song Yu released his hand: "Then I'll go wash up."

Seeing the already fried dumplings, he thought of yesterday's breakfast: "You just recovered from your fever, rest. I'll go down and buy some later."

Zhou Yun looked at him: "These are semi-finished products, they won't taste bad."

Having his thoughts read, Song Yu's earlobes burned slightly, and he mumbled an "Mmm."

The morning sun was bright, a rare sunny day during this period, and Song Yu stayed on the balcony for a while before washing up.

But his toothbrush was still damp.

Song Yu's eyes drooped, and he looked unhappy. A voice quickly sounded beside him: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yun had already put on his shirt and stood by the bathroom door, his shadow blocking most of the light.

Song Yu was startled. He noticed that Zhou Qiao seemed to walk very quietly. It was the same when he video-chatted with Gu Linwei last time; if the other person hadn't suddenly spoken, he wouldn't have known someone was behind him.

After a slight sigh of relief, Song Yu complained to the other person, "The houses here are so damp; my toothbrush hasn't dried all night."

He was indeed speaking in a complaining tone, but his voice was sweet and soft, sounding almost like he was whining.

Zhou Yunshu felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. Lowering his voice, he lied discreetly, "I accidentally spilled water on it while brushing my teeth."

Only then did Song Yu say "Oh."

The next second, the toothbrush was taken from his hand. Zhou Yunshu squeezed toothpaste onto it, filled a cup with warm water, and finally held the toothbrush to his mouth

…it was practically brushing his teeth for him.

Song Yu still wasn't used to having someone do this for him. After taking the toothbrush, he immediately put it in his mouth.

From Zhou Yunshu's angle, he could see the pink tip of his tongue and the snow-white teeth. His cheeks puffed up and down, as if something was bumping inside.

Zhou Qiao usually kisses this mouth.

No wonder he was so infatuated, even wanting to keep him there despite having to serve him.

If it were him, he would also suck on the other's tongue until the other couldn't breathe, and had to beg and cry to get even a little air in.

Song Yu felt a little uncomfortable.

He thought Zhou Qiao came to the bathroom to do something. But she just stood there watching him wash up, and even helped him wipe his face. He

felt like he was being treated like a useless little thing.

But thinking that he had also stayed by her side all night, he completely relaxed and let her do whatever she wanted.

The breakfast she made today was pretty good, not as salty as yesterday. Song Yu ate a little too much and felt sleepy on the sofa. After a while, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

009: [Host, there are police outside.]

Song Yu was jolted awake, all sleepiness gone.

Were they investigating the murder case from that day?

He looked around the living room uneasily. Zhou Qiao was hanging clothes to dry, holding a clothes rack, and was also looking towards the door.

"I'll go open the door." Remembering that the other had face blindness, Song Yu got up, hurriedly put on his slippers, and walked to the door.

After the door opened, two male police officers stood outside. After showing their identification, they asked Song Yu the usual questions: "Are you the owner of this house? Or a tenant?"

Song Yu's legs went weak when he faced the police, and he naturally told the truth: "I am not a tenant here."

His voice was weak, and he was also good-looking. The police officers who had been questioning him softened their voices: "Then where are you from?"

Song Yu gave his home address.

It was a well-known upscale residential area in Wucheng, and given Song Yu's pampered appearance, it was unlikely anyone would want to live there, which surprised both policemen. One of them asked, "So you're here to see a friend?"

Before Song Yu could figure out how to answer, he felt someone grab his shoulder. The person was strong, and he was quickly pulled into an embrace, his lower back pressed against Zhou Qiao's firm chest.

It was so hot.

Song Yu tried to move forward slightly, but the man quickly pressed against him, then, as if afraid he would try to pull away, placed his hand on his waist, making him unable to move.

"Not a friend, but my lover." Zhou Yun looked at the two policemen, "What happened?"

The policemen were seasoned veterans and quickly accepted the idea of ​​people dating in a low-rent apartment and a wealthy neighborhood. Their attention was focused on the case, and they only revealed part of the story: "Things haven't been peaceful lately. There was another case yesterday. Were you home last night?"

Song Yu nodded, "Yes, I... my lover is sick, and I was taking care of him."

The policemen looked at the tall man, whose face was somewhat pale, and he did indeed look like he was recovering from a serious illness.

After asking a few more questions and taking notes, the police officer, seeing that the two men seemed harmless, advised, "Things haven't been peaceful lately. Try not to go out at night, especially your wife. The neighborhood isn't safe to begin with, and it would be bad if something happened."

When the officer said "wife," Song Yu felt the officer glance at him.

His wife?

Song Yu pursed his lips, not refuting it.

But he couldn't blame the officer for assuming he was the wife. The boy was small, with a pale, childlike face, and a significant size difference compared to the man beside him; now, held in his arms, he looked even smaller.

Zhou Yun nodded.

The officer glanced at the door: "By the way, you should install a security camera at your door, just in case."

After giving these instructions, seeing they couldn't get any information, the officer moved on to the next house.

Song Yu bit his lip, his expression grave.

009 had just told him the progress bar had increased by 3%. This meant the police had advanced some plot points.

But what plot points? Besides knowing there had been another murder, Song Yu couldn't deduce anything.

Was the protagonist about to be murdered? "It shouldn't be that fast, the main character hasn't even appeared yet." Song Yu was confused and struggling with his thoughts when

he suddenly felt a lightness in his body—before he realized it, Zhou Qiao had picked him up by the waist.

Probably to prevent him from falling, Zhou Qiao pressed his fingertips firmly on Song Yu's legs above his knees. Song Yu felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing the progress bar move slightly, he didn't say anything.

Song Yu was carried to the sofa. Still worried about Zhou Qiao's safety, he reminded him again to install surveillance cameras.

Zhou Qiao obediently ordered cameras online immediately.

The morning passed just like that. Seeing that it was lunchtime, Zhou Qiao prepared to go to the kitchen.

Song Yu stopped him: "You just recovered from your fever, rest. Don't do any more of this. I'll order takeout."

The third note—he has a bad stomach, don't be lazy and order takeout, don't cook him heavy, oily, or spicy food.

He's really being delicate.

Zhou Yun stopped Song Yu from opening his phone: "I'll just make two bowls of noodles, it's no trouble."

Song Yu didn't say anything more. However, Zhou Yun went into the kitchen and came out a short while later.

Song Yu saw him putting on his coat and changing his shoes: "Are you going out?"

Zhou Yun hummed in response.

Then, feeling that his question was too cold, he added, "There's no more food."

Thinking of the continuous murders in the neighborhood, even during the day, Song Yu didn't dare let Zhou Qiao go out alone. He came to the entrance in his slippers: "I'll go with you, Qiao."

The boy's worry appeared as clinginess in Zhou Yun's eyes.

But after hearing the name "Qiao," he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Song Yu's kindness towards him now was all because he thought it was Zhou Qiao; his sunshine was stolen.

"Qiao?"

Seeing Zhou Yun's indifferent expression and bad complexion, Song Yu thought he was frightened by what the police had said earlier. "Or maybe we shouldn't—"

"Let's go." After Zhou Yun finished speaking, he squatted down and grabbed Song Yu's thin ankle with his fingers. "Lift your foot."

Song Yu's back stiffened.

Was he... going to help him put on his shoes?

Many men had helped him put on his shoes before, but back then their relationship was already very close, which was why Song Yu was so fearless.

He and Zhou Qiao hadn't reached that level of intimacy, and besides, he was just a fake husband.

However, a warning to revert to OOC (out-of-character) mode sounded.

Song Yu obediently lifted his foot, letting the other person help him put on his socks and shoes.

Aside from his ankle being pressed a little hot, there was no discomfort, and Song Yu gradually accepted it, naturally lifting his other foot.

The temperature was a bit cool, and after waiting a while, the other person still hadn't helped him put on his socks, so he stretched out his foot and gently lifted it on the other person's knee.

"Hurry up," he complained slightly, his voice incredibly coquettish.

Soon, his ankle was pressed down.

The socks were on, and Song Yu waited for the other person to help him put on his shoes, but a deep voice came from below: "Your feet are so soft."

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly at the comment.

He pursed his lips, unsure what to say, and simply kept quiet.

The other person continued, "Your toes are pink too."

"Is there anything on your body that isn't pink?"

Song Yu's scalp tingled with fear. He didn't know why Zhou Qiao was suddenly asking these questions, and awkwardly changed the subject, "Hurry, hurry up and get out..."

His voice sounded pitiful

, as if he had been harassed and bullied and didn't know how to retaliate.

This soft and clumsy appearance would fascinate any man.

*

The two went downstairs. The midday weather was a bit overcast, the sun hiding behind the clouds, but the temperature was higher than the previous two days.

Song Yu was wearing the loose jacket Zhou Qiao had helped him put on. Because of the heat, he had pulled the zipper down a bit and rolled up the sleeves, revealing a small section of his fair arm.

Perhaps due to the series of murders, the neighborhood had become much quieter, and not many people were loitering outside.

The vegetable market was already closed at this time, so the two planned to go to a large supermarket outside the neighborhood.

Passing by a convenience store, Song Yu glanced at it and found it was closed today.

Suddenly blocked from view, Zhou Qiao leaned closer: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Song Yu pointed towards the convenience store, "Have you ever bought anything from there?"

"Yes, it's close by, convenient."

"Hmm...do you know the owner?" Song Yu stopped, "Is it usually closed?"

"Closed about once every two or three months." Zhou Qiao looked ahead casually, "I'm going back to my hometown."

"I see..."

Based on his experience watching dramas, shop owners like this are easy targets. Song Yu was initially a little worried, but after hearing Zhou Qiao's words, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He lifted his foot to continue forward, but suddenly his cheek was kissed.

Song Yu: "?"

He looked up at Zhou Qiao, his ears still a little red, his expression easily read.

—This is outside, how could you do this?

Zhou Qiao, hands in her pockets, looked away: "Your face looks very kissable."

Song Yu: "?"

What kind of reason is that?

However, Zhou Qiao didn't do anything too outrageous, so Song Yu didn't want to pursue it further.

Soon they arrived at the entrance of the residential area. Song Yu was looking for the supermarket when he heard a familiar whistle.

It was the thugs who usually stood at the entrance, but this time it wasn't a group, just one.

The rest had been taught a lesson by Gu Linwei's men and didn't dare to covet Song Yu anymore. This thug wasn't there that day and didn't know that Song Yu had someone protecting him.

He had finally seen a beautiful woman these past few days and wanted to flirt a bit more, but the man next to him glanced at him.

Those eyes were pitch black, devoid of emotion, yet they sent a chill down Song Yu's spine, giving him the aura of a desperate criminal.

It felt like he could be killed by this person any second.

The thug immediately looked away, not daring to linger any longer.

Song Yu ignored the whistling and naturally didn't see Zhou Yun's murderous face. After entering the supermarket, the two went to the produce section and quickly bought their groceries.

When it came time to pay, Song Yu noticed an extra pair of slippers with rabbit ears among the purchases.

Thinking it was a mistake, he was about to take them out of the cart when Zhou Qiao pressed his hand down: "I put them there."

Song Yu: "?"

"They suit you perfectly."

"..."

The slippers felt very soft, and Song Yu reluctantly kept them.

*

After returning home, Zhou Yun immediately went into the kitchen. Ten minutes later, he brought out two bowls of steaming noodles.

Song Yu took a bite and froze.

The taste was very similar

—to the noodles that other men had cooked for him before.

Perhaps the ingredients and seasonings were the same. Song Yu lowered his head and slowly slurped up the bowl of noodles, his lips turning a bright red from the hot soup.

After eating, Song Yu sat on the sofa to rest. He had originally stayed here to see if Zhou Qiao's fever would return, but as soon as he sat down, he became so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open.

In his drowsy state, he was picked up and then covered with a blanket.

Song Yu slept until four o'clock, waking up to hear the door open. He got up and found Zhou Qiao returning from outside, carrying fruit.

Song Yu complained a bit, telling him not to go out alone in the future.

Zhou Qiao listened quietly, silently going to the kitchen to wash the strawberries he had just bought.

Song Yu didn't say anything more, his palm vibrating at his phone. Gu Linwei had been messaging him all day, asking if he had gone home, saying that Xin'an Apartment was unsafe and that he shouldn't go looking for Zhou Qiao anymore.

Song Yu decided to prolong his stay here for another night, so he replied with a perfunctory "Oh."

However, tonight Zhou Qiao was afraid of infecting him with her illness, so she had specially prepared two blankets.

Song Yu was overjoyed inside, but outwardly disappointed, he said, "Looks like I'll have to sleep with you again from now on."

He didn't realize that his words made the man's eyelids twitch.

It was... another silent seduction.

The bedside lamp was on as usual. Song Yu had slept well during the day and wasn't very sleepy, but he didn't want to disturb Zhou Qiao's rest, so he didn't use his phone.

The room seemed shrouded in a soft veil.

Song Yu was chatting with 009 with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard a voice: "Not touching you tonight?" Song Yu

shrank his shoulders and whispered to 009: [Do you need it tonight?]

009: [No mission received, host can refuse.]

Song Yu thought for a moment, feigning concern for the other person: "You... you've just recovered from your illness, rest well."

"...I won't touch you."

After saying that, he awkwardly curled his toes. However, the man's next words made his entire foot tense up.

"What if I touch you?"

Song Yu bit his lip, his voice trembling. "Aren't you...aren't you tired?"

"No."

In the darkness, the man's swallowing sound was clear. "You're lying to me."

"...Wh-what?"

"You said yesterday you'd let me touch you."

Song Yu didn't speak. After that, he was dizzy and couldn't process what the man said. Finally, annoyed by his persistent pestering, he relented.

The blanket was quickly pulled back, and the man's cold breath enveloped Song Yu.

...

The night was deep, and the neighborhood was quiet. Through the window and curtains, the two people in the fourth-floor room were still awake.

Only the nightlight was on. The man in the black vest was deftly making the sheets. The center of the sheets was wet, and it looked like some strange liquid.

After remaking the bed, Zhou Yun carried the limp boy, who was curled up in the chair, to the bed.

After pulling the covers up, he lowered his head, wanting to press his lips to the other's, but the other seemed unwilling to respond, immediately covering half his face with the blanket, only revealing the wet, red corners of his eyes.

The mist in his eyes hadn't dissipated, but the dazed look from before had completely vanished.

Zhou Yun swallowed hard; these images made the veins on his forehead bulge again. He then stayed in the bathroom for over an hour before emerging.

The boy was probably tired; his breathing was now even.

The next morning, Song Yu woke up early, washed up, ate breakfast, and was about to go home.

Zhou Yun helped him put on his coat, and Song Yu, without looking up, turned to leave.

His wrist was then grabbed.

Song Yu turned back, looking at the other with a dazed expression.

He hadn't really cared much about what happened last night—after all, he'd experienced so many worlds.

It was just that 009 had told him Gu Linwei was coming back soon, and he needed to leave before the other arrived, hence his hasty actions.

He didn't know that in Zhou Yun's eyes, this behavior was tantamount to sleeping with someone and then dumping them.

So, as soon as he turned around, his chin was immediately grabbed.

Fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of Song Yu's cheek, and Zhou Yun saw Song Yu's mouth forced open, a rich fragrance emanating from it.

It smelled amazing.

Why did she kiss Zhou Qiao like a clingy little wife before leaving, but refuse to kiss him?

Zhou Yun was plunged into deep self-doubt.

A paranoid emotion gradually surfaced in his dark eyes. Like a stray dog ​​that wouldn't let go even after being given a little kindness, he bit Song Yu's tongue until it was red and swollen, stained with his own scent.

It was his scent, not Zhou Qiao's.

*

When Song Yu came downstairs, his mouth was still numb.

He drooped his eyelids and complained to 009 about why Zhou Qiao was so strong and how painful his kiss was.

But 009 suddenly said: [Host, mission complete. You have gained 2000 points.]

Song Yu: "?"

Before he could ask why, the door of the black car in front of him suddenly opened, and Gu Linwei got out, grabbed his wrist, and carried him directly into the car.

Song Yu was completely dazed. A few seconds later, he was straddling the other man's lap.

He immediately struggled, trying to get off the lap, but his waist and hands were restrained.

"Don't move." Gu Linwei's voice was hoarse, and his expression was much more dangerous than usual.

This appearance frightened Song Yu.

He was timid by nature, and the slightest fright made him shrink back immediately, sitting there obediently, not daring to utter a word.

"Your lips are all kissed like this." Gu Linwei smelled another man's scent on Song Yu, and he was extremely annoyed. If he weren't afraid Song Yu would never speak to him again, he would have loved to punch that green tea guy in the face. "Where's your tongue? Did he eat it?"

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly, his whole body turning pink from the blatant words.

"No..."

He gave himself away as soon as he opened his mouth.

The tip of his tongue was noticeably redder than usual.

"And you're lying for him." Gu Linwei's eyelids and temples twitched violently. He tensed up, only then realizing that Song Yu was completely in his arms.

No wonder he was so weak.

His legs involuntarily stiffened. Gu Linwei stared at Song Yu's badly kissed face.

He said, slowly and deliberately, "You like being eaten like this?"

W-what... Song Yu's eyes widened, meeting the man's gaze in disbelief.

Gu Linwei's Adam's apple bobbed incessantly: "If you like, I can satisfy you too."

Song Yu was completely stunned, only recovering

a moment later from the shock of the other's closeness. Gu Linwei's face was very close to his, giving him the feeling that he would kiss him at any moment.

"No, no..." Song Yu glanced at the car window, freezing whenever a shadow passed by.

The boy's voice was already pitiful, but Gu Linwei's face darkened even more after being rejected. His handsome face was distorted with jealousy, and his voice sounded vicious.

"What's wrong? Didn't Zhou Qiao kiss you outside? Why not in the car with me?"

Song Yu's expression was initially shocked, then became somewhat dazed.

Gu Linwei actually had someone spy on him?

Song Yu's face immediately fell, and just as he was about to question the other, there was a knock on the car window.

The muffled sound was exceptionally clear inside the car.

Song Yu's shoulders trembled violently as he turned his head; Zhou Qiao was standing outside the window.

"He's watching us." Feeling the boy's trembling body, Gu Linwei couldn't bear it any longer, and his voice softened. "Don't be afraid, he can't see."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The man's low, husky voice reached her ears again.

"But you, Xiao Yu."

"You've gotten so hot."

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