07

 Gu Zeshu still remembered the feeling when Song Yu touched his lips last time.

The boy bumped into his face and was forced to press his lips against his, too awkward to even move.

That couldn't even be considered a kiss.

But Gu Zeshu still remembered it to this day, the shock that made his back stiffen.

The flesh on Song Yu's cheeks was very soft, and it would sink in with a light touch, making people unable to resist increasing the force; when his mouth opened, the smell emanating from his mouth was strong and fragrant.

Even his saliva smelled good.

In the pitch-black room, the lack of vision made his other senses more acute. Every very fine breath of the boy, the sound of the fabric rubbing... all drilled solidly into Gu Zeshu's ears.

Making his eyelids twitch.

Gu Zeshu's face moved closer, unlike the rapid and painful bump last time, he moved closer little by little, his straight nose sniffing back and forth, rubbing against the skin of Song Yu's cheek, slowly and delicately tracing the eyebrows and eyes that made his heart flutter.

The usually aloof man didn't even realize that he was now acting like a pervert, gently rubbing his face against the handsome young man's.

...

When he came to his senses, Song Yu felt himself being carried to the bedside.

The hotel mattress was thick, and his feet couldn't reach the ground.

He didn't know when his shoes had been taken off, and clean cotton socks covered his feet, which had been tense since he entered the room.

Song Yu's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could roughly see the black outline in front of him.

The voice in his head said "Mission accomplished," and he belatedly sniffed.

He was kissed, kissed for a long time...

wasn't it just a hug? How did it turn out like this?

"Is it still sore?" The black shadow in front of him moved, then squatted down in front of him, his arms supporting his legs, gently touching him.

The voice was husky and soft, like the tender whispers between lovers.

Song Yu's attention wasn't on that; he was still puzzled by Gu Zeshu's question: "Wh-what?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his muffled, wet sob betrayed him, soft and hooked.

"You said several times that your mouth was sore." Gu Zeshu held a wet wipe in his other hand and reached out to wipe Song Yu's cheek clean, his hot fingertips occasionally brushing against the soft, damp flesh.

Even without seeing clearly, Gu Zeshu could imagine that his face must be both terrible and beautiful.

"Mmm..." Song Yu's face flushed even more. He didn't know how long he'd been kissed, or what they'd said in between.

"Want some juice?"

Song Yu's head was spinning. He only answered the first question when the other asked the second, "It's not sore anymore..."

Gu Zeshu paused slightly, then chuckled inwardly. So

delicate.

So easy to bully.

The man probably knew he'd just swallowed a lot of the boy's saliva, and now he repeated the question as if apologizing: "Want some juice?"

Song Yu's voice was still a little sluggish. Taking advantage of the darkness, which the other couldn't see, he licked the corner of his lips.

The soft flesh became even redder, swollen and puffy, as if there was water inside.

He felt a little better and mumbled an "Mmm."

Gu Zeshu: "What would you like to drink?"

"Something sweet."

Song Yu blurted out instinctively, without considering whether the other could actually produce it.

A moment later, Gu Zeshu handed him a paper cup, held the rim to his lips, and Song Yu swallowed a few small sips.

It was orange juice, and it really was sweet.

Song Yu felt much more awake after drinking the refreshing juice, but some memories also surfaced instantly. Thinking about how he had been kissed so hard he couldn't breathe, his expression was filled with shame and indignation, but remembering that he was the sugar daddy, he forced himself to remain calm and said in a trembling voice, "I'm very satisfied with your performance just now."

Gu Zeshu's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible amusement: "Hmm, that's good."

Song Yu: "..."

Gu Zeshu was really dedicated.

He was truly treating him like a sugar daddy.

The task was complete. Song Yu pushed him away and got off the bed. "You'll need to make me happy like that again in the future."

Gu Zeshu: "Mm."

Song Yu, playing the role of a scumbag who was about to leave after taking what he wanted, said: "I'm leaving now."

Gu Zeshu paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure: "Okay."

Only after that figure completely disappeared into the corridor did Gu Zeshu close the door, turn on the light, and notice that the blanket at the foot of the bed was tucked in and wrinkled.

Perhaps in a hurry, the boy had even forgotten to take his mask.

Gu Zeshu walked over, bent down, and picked up the mask with his long, slender fingers.

There were still water stains on it.

His gaze shifted to the sheets near the mask.

There was a small patch of a different color from the surrounding area, and he couldn't tell if it was wet from saliva or tears. Even just getting a little closer, he could smell a familiar fragrance.

Gu Zeshu took the mask away, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the dozen or so drinks placed on the bedside table.

Even with his excellent eyesight, he couldn't accurately identify the taste of a particular drink in the dark. Before the person arrived, he had rehearsed countless times in the dark, memorizing the categories and locations of the drinks, all to figure out Song Yu's tastes.

And, to keep him there for a few more minutes.

The two weren't people who could meet anytime; Gu Zeshu himself hadn't anticipated going to such lengths for this.

He sat at the foot of the bed, reaching for the empty drink, tiny bits of juice clinging to the rim. Then, using the same spot, his Adam's apple bobbing, he licked the juice clean, bit by bit.

He began to look forward to their next meeting.

Perhaps.

Not just confined to this small, dark hotel room.

*

Song Yu only remembered he'd left his mask in the room when he got off the elevator.

He almost instantly abandoned the idea of ​​going back for it. He'd just taken advantage of Gu Zeshu; if he went back now, the other might change his mind, throw the bank card he'd given him in his face, and humiliate him in the same way.

Although Gu Zeshu hadn't shown his dark side to him, Song Yu had a gut feeling—the other would be much fiercer when angry than Bo Chi.

It was peak time at the hotel, and the lobby was quite crowded. Song Yu walked through the crowd with his head down, but he still overheard people discussing things like, "Their lips look so red," and "They're kissing so passionately."

He buried his face even lower in shame, his eyes wet, his nose red, looking like a kitten who had done something wrong.

The lights outside were bright, and the temperature was much lower than inside the room. A cool breeze brushed past his ears, and Song Yu felt his cheeks cool considerably.

He had done something wrong, and felt guilty, as if everyone around him was staring at him. He

stood there helplessly for a moment, then raised his arm and pulled up the hood of his coat.

Song Yu was wearing a black, loose-fitting coat that reached his thighs. The style was also somewhat unique, with a pointed hood.

From behind, his slender frame looked like he was wearing a short robe.

The hotel wasn't far from his apartment complex, and to save money for his sweetheart, Song Yu decided to walk back.

He walked along the wide green belt beside the road, occasionally glancing at the small fairy lights hanging from the trees.

A flower shop, about to close, saw the handsome young man pass by and called out to him, giving him a few flowers.

Not wilted flowers that needed cleaning, but fresh, vibrant roses.

Song Yu bent down, touched the budding rose petals, and whispered, "Thank you." He hugged the flowers to his chest, and after walking a few steps, he heard 009 remind him: [Host, Bo Rancen's car is following you.]

Hmm?

Song Yu glanced to the side; a black minivan was slowly driving on his right.

In the original storyline, he and the main character didn't interact much, especially since he hadn't made a good impression on him from the start.

Song Yu shrugged in embarrassment at the thought of waking up in his sailor uniform, gagged, on the other man's bed.

He looked away, pretending not to know anything.

But the car got closer and closer, eventually blocking his way.

The back door opened, and a faint woody scent wafted towards Song Yu. He peered inside; it was dark, but he could see a man's suit trousers and cool leather shoes.

Bo Rancen's eyes were sharp; even without seeing his face, Song Yu could feel his gaze fixed on him.

He awkwardly turned away, only to receive an OOC warning.

Helpless, Song Yu reluctantly called out, "Mr. Bo."

Bo Rancen lowered his leg and leaned slightly towards the car door: "Where to? Little witch."

Song Yu's eyes widened: "?"

What's a little witch?

009 Triggered word explanation function: [Host, a witch is a woman in the Western world who uses magic.] "I know, "

Song Yu said slowly. "

But why did you call him a witch? "

The boy's eyes widened, looking a little dazed, his thoughts completely written on his face.

Bo Rancen's gaze moved upwards: "Your hat has a pointed top, are you a little witch?"

Song Yu reached out and quickly touched the hat.

It was indeed pointed.

The first time they met, it was white stockings, and this time it was a witch; even Song Yu himself was starting to feel like he wasn't a decent person.

He took off his hat, then remembered the other's question: "I'm going back."

"Going home?"

"Yes."

Bo Rancen didn't hesitate: "Get in the car, it's on the way."

Song Yu pursed his lips.

Bo Rancen seemed to already know where he lived.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking it would be out of character, he remained silent and walked over with a cold face.

The van was very tall, and as soon as Song Yu got in, he accidentally tripped over the back blanket under the seat and bumped heavily into Bo Rancen.

He flinched in fright, immediately apologized, and obediently sat in the back seat.

As the car started moving again, Song Yu felt his palms were a little damp. Looking down, he saw that one of the roses had its petals accidentally crushed, and the juice had seeped into his palm.

"Here."

A wet tissue came into view.

Song Yu raised his face, then lowered it again, took it, and wiped away the rose juice.

His palms were now fragrant with the scent of the rose.

After driving for a while, Bo Rancen suddenly spoke up: "What did you do tonight?"

Song Yu was a little incredulous, after all, he and the protagonist were quite different in background and age, and they didn't seem like they would get along.

But the other party's question sounded like he was just chatting with him.

Composing himself, Song Yu mumbled, "I went to see a friend."

Bo Rancen didn't say anything more. Just when Song Yu thought he would remain silent until he got out of the car, the other party asked again: "A friend at the hotel?"

Wh-what?

Song Yu would subconsciously bite his lower lip when he felt uneasy, but he forgot that he had just been kissed, and that soft flesh was still very fragile.

"Mmm..."

He bit his lip quite hard, and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Bo Rancen narrowed his eyes, perhaps flustered by Song Yu's appearance, and spoke in a manner unbecoming of his status: "He kissed you?"

"Your lips look very red."

"There are also hickeys on your neck."

Song Yu's blood rushed to his head, his face flushed, and he softly hummed

in agreement.

The air in the car seemed to freeze, Bo Rancen's aura growing increasingly oppressive, his expression indifferent. Song Yu instinctively sensed danger and tentatively said, "Mr. Bo… I'm almost there, I'll get out."

"There are still five buildings to go."

Song Yu lowered his eyes. Perhaps exposed for their intimate actions at the hotel, he showed a hint of shame, his fingers gripping the hem of his shirt tightly, turning slightly white. His

small Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something but dared not.

Bo Rancen could tell that Song Yu didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't understand the source of this aloofness. Ever since seeing that slender figure, he had suppressed most of his imposing presence,

all so that Song Yu wouldn't be afraid of him.

He hadn't seen Song Yu come out of the hotel, only that the other was standing at the entrance.

He was wearing a hat, as if trying to conceal himself.

Bo Rancen initially didn't think anything of it, assuming he was just passing by and wanted to give him a ride home. But as soon as he got in the car, he smelled a scent that didn't belong to the boy.

Then, his gaze fell on the unnaturally red lips

and the hickey on his neck.

Bo Rancen's eyelids twitched slightly, an uncontrollable chill emanating from him.

The roads in the residential area were wide and there weren't many cars, so Song Yu felt he could drive faster.

He silently counted on his fingers, mentally timing himself.

He wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible.

"What number am I?"

a deep, magnetic voice sounded in his ear.

Song Yu shrugged, stammering, "...Wh-what?"

"You came to my room dressed like that last time, and now you've changed your target again." The man's voice sounded calm, but his words betrayed him. "How many targets have I been?"

"Seeing I wasn't falling for it, you switch to someone else? What do you want? Money? Or a car?"

Song Yu felt a chill run down his spine, both angry and embarrassed. He pouted, not wanting to say another word.

But then the OOC (Out of Character) note started playing again.

Song Yu's eyes reddened, and he said aggrievedly, "I didn't do those things. I was drunk last time."

"Who did it?" Bo Rancen suddenly asked.

Song Yu lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

"Bo Chi did it?" Bo Rancen's voice was very calm. "You're really devoted to him."

"No..."

Song Yu's eyelashes kept trembling. When the car finally stopped, he immediately reached for the car door, but the door was still locked.

"President Bo." He turned around, his voice pitiful.

He probably had this soft voice when he was kissed.

He couldn't help it.

No wonder.

His lips were puffed out.

"Give me the flowers." Bo Rancen said.

Song Yu was surprised that he actually took the flowers that someone else gave him.

Although he was very reluctant, he still cowardly gave the flowers to the other person.

The man took the crushed roses and casually put them aside. Then, as if by magic, he took out a large bouquet of roses from the back seat of the car.

Song Yu stared blankly at the bouquet handed to him, looked up, and stared at the man helplessly.

The roses were in full bloom, but compared to Song Yu's face, they instantly paled in comparison.

The man who had deliberately driven from his company to Song Yu's apartment, intending to deliver the flowers anonymously, never expected to actually hand them to Song Yu in person.

"I'm sorry I damaged your roses, I'll make it up to you."

Song Yu opened his palm, glanced at the remaining petals and juice, and finally accepted the bouquet.

Bo Rancen's expression finally softened a bit, and he told Song Yu, who was about to get out of the car, "Let me know if you need anything in the future."

"There are a lot of bad people out there."

It sounded like he still had a misunderstanding about him, but Song Yu thought that they wouldn't have much contact in the future, so he didn't bother to explain and got out of the car with the flowers.

He walked slowly, and only relaxed his tense shoulders after the car behind him drove away.

Looking down, he saw a card in the bouquet with only three words written on it:

—"For Song Yu."

The ink looked like it was still wet.

Song Yu smelled it; the fragrance of the flowers was faint, but they were very vibrant.

He arched his eyebrows, about to step forward, when he nearly bumped into the chest of the person in front of him.

...Who?

Song Yu took two steps back and saw Bo Chi's incredibly sour face.

Did the Bo family have nothing to do at night? How come he kept running into them?

Despite being extremely annoyed, Song Yu still obediently called out, "Brother Chi."

"What are you calling me, Brother?" Bo Chi's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "You're practically my aunt now."

Song Yu: "?"

He looked a little confused, then realized what the other person meant.

He must have seen the car that Bo Rancen had driven him back.

Seeing that Song Yu didn't speak, Bo Chi's tone became impatient: "I called you all night, and you weren't at your house. So you were on a date with Bo Rancen?"

Song Yu: "No..."

"No? Then you rode in his car and received flowers from him." Bo Chi scratched his hair in annoyance. "Is he pursuing you? You're so old, how can you be interested in him? What about that guy you dated online? Did you break up?"

"Why are your lips so red? Did you let him kiss you? Where else did he touch you?"

"..."

So many questions...

Song Yu's head was spinning from the barrage of questions. Afraid that the other party would say something strange, he immediately interrupted him.

"I met him on the road."

"He's not pursuing me..."

"I bought these flowers myself." He

sounded a little guilty at the last sentence.

But this big bouquet of flowers made his arms ache. Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then received a mission from 009: [Side mission triggered: Please please please the second attacker. This mission is optional. The reward for completion is 1000 points. Time limit: ten minutes.] "

A mission at a time like this...

Anyway, it's not really a main quest, so Song Yu, with a try-it-out mentality, held up the heavy bouquet a little higher: 'Do you want it?'

Bo Chi was stunned, then looked away after a few seconds .

The mission completion notification came through.

Song Yu: '?'

Bo Chi looks so grumpy, yet he likes flowers.

Song Yu handed over the bouquet, secretly taking the card inside.

Bo Chi took the flowers, his expression nonchalant, his voice noticeably less dissatisfied than before: 'Remember to charge your phone next time, and don't go out late at night.'

Song Yu gave a perfunctory 'Mmm. '

He glanced at Bo Chi, and perhaps because of the roses, the man's ears were a little red.

Having encountered three main characters in one night, Song Yu was exhausted, his voice pitiful: 'Bo Chi, I'm going upstairs to rest, I'll find you again tomorrow.'

Bo Chi waved, gesturing for him to go upstairs.

After returning home, Song Yu rested on the sofa for about ten minutes. He was lying on a cushion, his hat pulled up over his head by gravity."

Remembering Bo Rancen's comment that he looked like a witch, Song Yu sat up from the sofa, intending to wash and put away his clothes so he could wear them less often.

But when he reached into his pocket, he felt something cold.

He pulled it out and saw it was an anklet.

However, it wasn't the one he'd bought.

This anklet was more delicate, a thin silver chain adorned with vibrant flowers, showing the owner's refined taste.

Song Yu thought and thought it could only belong to Gu Zeshu.

He assumed he'd taken it by mistake, took a picture of the anklet with his phone, and sent it to Gu Zeshu.

Song Yu: [Is this yours?]

Song Yu: [It accidentally fell into my clothes.]

Gu Zeshu quickly replied: [It's for you.]

Song Yu was stunned.

Gu Zeshu sent a second message: [I'll do these things to please you.]

"..."

Song Yu's ears turned red; he couldn't bear to see the word "please" anymore.

And the "you" sounded a bit strange.

[Don't use "you."]

He pointed it out to Gu Zeshu.

Gu Zeshu: [Okay.] Gu

Zeshu: [Do you like this anklet? Can I see if it suits you?]

Song Yu glanced at it again.

The anklet was quite pretty, but wouldn't it look a bit effeminate on him?

During the sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, their interactions would increase the progress bar. Song Yu didn't care about these issues anymore. He was wearing casual pants, which were easy to roll up and put on.

His slender back arched beautifully, and only after putting it on did Song Yu realize that the anklet fit perfectly around his ankle.

He took a picture of his ankle and sent it to the other person.

The deep red miniature petals made the boy's skin look pale against his ankle, and under the light, tiny bluish-purple veins were distributed on a small protruding bone.

His calf was slender, and the soft flesh looked delicate. It

looked like a finger mark could be left with just a touch.

Two minutes later, Gu Zeshu replied: [Good night.]

As the sugar daddy, Song Yu naturally didn't reply to this message.

He put the anklet in the bedroom drawer, took a shower, and then lay down to rest.

Then his phone vibrated twice more.

Song Yu thought Gu Zeshu had something else to say, so he sat up to get his phone, but the message was from Bo Chi—it was a picture of the living room, where the orchids used to be, had been replaced with roses.

Bo Chi: [Don't buy so many next time, I can't find a place to put them.]

"..."

Song Yu thought there wouldn't be a next time. He was a little sleepy, so he replied with a perfunctory "okay" and was about to put his phone down when Bo Chi sent several more messages—

[You still haven't said why your lips are so red tonight.]

【Bo Rancen forcibly kissed you?】【

How old is he? How could he do something so shameless?】

【I'll prepare some pepper spray for you next time.】

…

Song Yu was too sleepy, so he pretended not to see these messages, put his phone on silent, and closed his eyes to rest.

Perhaps because he was a little short of breath from the kiss, he slept very soundly, not waking up until ten o'clock. As

soon as he woke up, he received a call from Bo Chi. At first, Song Yu wasn't too happy, but when the other party said he would take him to the filming location of Lu Peixi's new song MV, Song Yu immediately agreed.

First, he hadn't met Lu Peixi in real life yet, and was quite curious about the filming location. Second,

he hadn't added Lu Peixi as a friend last time, so this time he could secretly add her while Bo Chi wasn't looking.

Song Yu felt like he was cheating on his husband.

It was all 009's fault for always showing him those strange books; he'd become bad.

*

Bo Chi didn't bring a driver today, but drove a trendy and stylish sports car. In the circle, it was called the "chick magnet."

Bo Chi wasn't interested in picking up girls; he just felt the new car needed more time to break in.

But waiting for someone downstairs like this was a first for him.

He had a strange, expectant feeling.

Bo Chi sat on the passenger seat with a plush toy he'd bought on the way, then tidied his hair in the rearview mirror.

Staring at that face for a while, he thought it was alright, probably better than an old man like Bo Rancen or his online boyfriend Song Yu, whose relationship was doomed after they met in person.

Song Yu quickly messaged him: [Into the elevator.]

Bo Chi's lips involuntarily curled up, and he rolled down the window. A few seconds later, that familiar figure jogged towards him up the stairs. Bo Chi

stared, wide-eyed.

Song Yu was wearing a light yellow sweater and light-colored jeans, looking radiant.

Her face was pink, and her voice carried a hint of apology: "Brother Chi, I was slow."

"...It's alright." Bo Chi looked away, suppressing his pounding heart, and got out of the car to open the door for Song Yu.

Song Yu's eyes lit up when she saw the plush toy on the seat.

"Take it back later," Bo Chi said coolly. "It was a free gift with the car purchase, just taking up space."

Song Yu immediately hugged the large Shiba Inu and smiled at Bo Chi.

Bo Chi was practically smitten.

The MV shoot was about an hour's drive away. When they arrived, filming hadn't started yet; there were many staff members constantly moving props.

Song Yu was afraid of breaking something, so she clung tightly to Bo Chi's clothes, terrified of losing him.

Everything about her was fine, except she was too clingy.

Bo Chi slowed his pace, feeling a tingling sensation on his skin where Song Yu had brushed against him.

Soon, they arrived at the filming center. Bo Chi knew the director and chatted casually for a bit. Song Yu stood to the side and quickly spotted Lu Peixi, who was being touched up by makeup artists, looking nonchalant.

Song Yu didn't greet her, afraid of disturbing her filming.

But soon, Lu Peixi walked towards him: "You're here?"

Song Yu nodded.

Seeing Song Yu's demeanor was noticeably different from his previous half-dead state, Lu Peixi glanced to the side, then casually looked away when he saw Bo Chi.

"Looks like I'll have to perform well today." Lu Peixi took out his phone, pointed at Bo Chi, and winked at him.

Song Yu immediately understood.

—It seemed the other person also wanted to add his contact information while Bo Chi wasn't looking

… It looked more like an affair.

Thinking of Bo Chi's sullen face, as if someone owed him a huge sum of money, Song Yu decided to add him later.

There was still some time before the official MV shoot. Seeing Song Yu's unwell expression, Bo Chi touched his stomach and frowned: "Haven't eaten?"

Song Yu nodded.

Bo Chi casually grabbed a piece of bread from the director and handed it to Song Yu: "Have this first, then come with me to the dressing room."

Song Yu ate half a piece of bread, and his stomach felt better. He obediently followed the man to the dressing room.

On the way, his phone vibrated a few times.

Song Yu opened it; it was his "little lover" reporting his schedule.

Gu Zeshu: [I'm working at a friend's place today.]

Gu Zeshu: [I won't have any physical contact with anyone else.]

Song Yu knew this; he'd read it in the novel 009 had given him—sugar daddies didn't like their "possessions" being touched by other men.

He wanted to praise him, but then another message popped up—

Gu Zeshu: [My body is very clean; you've only touched it.]

Song Yu: "!"

What...what kind of talk is this?

009: ...

I can't stand it anymore.

Another fragment of someone actively proving their virginity.

Seeing Song Yu staring at her phone, her ears burning red, Bo Chi paused, then, as if remembering something, asked urgently, "He sent you those kinds of photos?"

Song Yu didn't understand, "What?"

"That guy who made you wear an anklet and take pictures for him... that online friend." Bo Chi didn't even want to admit that he was Song Yu's boyfriend. "Why haven't you broken up with him yet?"

"Did he send you that disgusting stuff?"

Song Yu finally understood what Bo Chi meant, her ears burning even hotter. "No!"

"Your ears are red, and your face is red too." Bo Chi scoffed. "You don't think he's that great, do you?"

Not far away around the corner,

Gu Zeshu, hidden by a wall, stood there with a cold face, having heard the last sentence of this conversation—

"I think you need to broaden your horizons more; don't think everything you see is impressive."

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