09

 Song Yu's shoulders stiffened, and this time he reacted quickly by covering the microphone.

However, the other end obviously heard him, and the voice came through the gaps in his fingers: "What are you doing? Where are you? Who is the other party?"

The tone was almost like gritting his teeth.

Thinking of how Bo Chi would call his name when he was angry a few days ago, Song Yu was afraid of exposing his identity, so he didn't hesitate for even half a second and hung up the phone directly.

The light from the phone shone on his beautiful profile, and his eyelashes were stretched into long shadows.

Bo Chi's call came quickly, and Song Yu simply turned off his phone.

Then, he heard 009 remind him: [Host, the progress bar has regressed by 3%.]

Song Yu: "..."

He compared the consequences of deviating from the plot and the progress bar regressing in his mind, and in the end, he still didn't turn the phone back on.

009: [Host, the progress bar has regressed by 2%.]

[Regressed by 2%.]

...

After ringing like this four times in a row, the system deducted a total of 8% of the progress bar.

Song Yu: ...Ugh.

009: [Host, the protagonist's progress bar has reached saturation. You need to go to the second male lead to salvage the situation.]

Song Yu reluctantly replied: [Understood.]

He picked up his phone, took his legs off the sofa, and was about to speak to the tall figure in the darkness when the other person, as if knowing he was leaving, immediately knelt down to help him put on his shoes.

Song Yu felt a little embarrassed.

Especially since the other person hadn't even put on a shirt yet.

He felt like a scumbag who had just finished having fun and left without caring about the other person's feelings.

009: [Host, you're just here to help him apply medicine.]

Song Yu gave a soft "Mmm."

Soon, Gu Zeshu helped him put on his shoes, and Song Yu stood up, being led by the hand to the entrance.

"Are you coming again tomorrow night?" the other person suddenly asked.

Song Yu didn't hesitate: "Of course, I'll come until you're healed."

That's good.

Gu Zeshu's brows completely relaxed, and he vaguely saw Song Yu about to open the door: "Wait a minute."

Song Yu turned around and felt a piece of clothing being placed on his shoulders.

Then, his arm was grasped again.

Gu Zeshu was helping him put on his coat.

"It's getting colder outside."

Song Yu was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, and the warmth of the man's fingertips seeped through the fabric.

Gu Zeshu seemed very caring.

Yet, this gentle and polite man had been discarded by the Gu family like trash.

He'd been out for so long, and not a single person had come to see him.

Song Yu suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

"Be careful—" Just as he finished speaking, Gu Zeshu felt his waist being embraced.

Song Yu avoided his wound, his body warm and soft against him, like a ball of cotton.

"Gu Zeshu." The boy's voice was soft, his hand patting the uninjured spot, carrying a strong sense of comfort, "Things will get better from now on."

Gu Zeshu paused.

By the time he realized what was happening, Song Yu had already opened the door and left, leaving only a faint fragrance and the lingering warmth on his body.

*

Just as Gu Zeshu had said, the wind had indeed picked up outside.

The other person's windbreaker was too big; Song Yu zipped it all the way up, even covering his small chin.

Although he really didn't want to face what was about to happen, Song Yu had to turn on his phone for the sake of the progress bar.

He ignored the many missed calls and WeChat messages and opened the ride-hailing app first. Only after he was completely in the car did he slowly open the messages.

Bo Chi had called him five times since then, and sent dozens of messages.

【Hang up on me and turn off your phone?】

【Where are you now?】

【Met your online boyfriend?】

【What is he going to do to you? Why is he taking off his clothes?】

【Are you stupid? You just agree to meet him when he comes to see you?】

...

Song Yu didn't dare to read the rest of the messages.

009 helped him take a look and could roughly tell that Bo Chi had gone mad.

He was like a husband who had caught his wife cheating but was afraid that the other person wouldn't cherish her and would ruin her life or make her cry, so angry and anxious that he could only rage helplessly.

009: 【Host, Bo Chi said he's waiting for you at your door.】 Song

Yu: "..."

He covered his ears with both hands, lowering his head helplessly.

Half an hour passed quickly. Song Yu hesitated all the way to the car, then slowly entered the elevator. As expected, Bo Chi was standing at his door with his arms crossed, waiting for him.

His face was extremely cold, as if he was about to settle scores.

Song Yu subconsciously bit his lip.

"Password."

Bo Chi no longer had the frenzy he had when he was sending him messages; even his tone was calm.

But it was more like the calm before a storm.

Song Yu couldn't help but tremble, inching forward. The two of them squeezed in front of the door lock, making the already cramped space even more suffocating.

He didn't dare to look up, and under the man's intense gaze, he pressed the four-digit password with his slender white fingers.

The door clicked open. Bo Chi

opened the door with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed Song Yu's wrist with an irresistible force.

Song Yu had a feeling that if he struggled even slightly, he would be carried inside.

He obediently followed him inside.

As soon as they entered, Bo Chi turned on the lights and closed the door. Then, he braced his arm against the door behind Song Yu, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, as if he were suppressing his emotions.

The two were so close that even if Song Yu tried to hide, their eyes would inevitably meet occasionally.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, staring intently at him.

Song Yu's thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably. "Brother Chi,"

he said, deliberately trying to be coquettish, his voice softer and sweeter than usual. But Bo Chi's expression remained unchanged, still as cold as ice.

"Whose clothes are you wearing?" Looking at the obviously oversized black windbreaker, Bo Chi sneered.

Song Yu couldn't even find an excuse, so he could only purse his lips.

The silence made Bo Chi even more irritated, his entire being radiating a layer of hostility. He stared at the jacket that almost covered Song Yu's chin, smelling the stray dog ​​scent that was gradually engulfing Song Yu, and coldly reached out, as if to touch the jacket's zipper. Startled,

Song Yu immediately grabbed the collar and turned his head slightly away. Bo Chi's fingers accidentally touched Song Yu's cheek.

It was so soft that she almost immediately sank in.

A current of electricity shot from his fingertips to his heart. Bo Chi immediately withdrew it, a forced smile playing on his lips: "Reluctant? Haven't I bought you enough clothes? You're so unwilling to take off other men's tattered clothes?"

Song Yu's mind was in turmoil.

He not only failed to detect the unbearable jealousy in Bo Chi's tone, but also didn't know what to say to appease Bo Chi.

He couldn't even understand why a coat would make Bo Chi's already bad expression worse. After a moment's hesitation, he tentatively whispered, "This wasn't found."

But he quickly noticed that Bo Chi's aura had become even lower.

He shouldn't have said that…

Song Yu felt he could still salvage the situation, like with the phone call.

"Brother Chi, I didn't hang up on purpose, my phone was dead…"

He could only lie again.

But an idiot's lies are immediately detected.

Bo Chi didn't give a chance to explain: "Where's your phone?"

Song Yu was stunned.

"Take it out, let me see."

"…"

No.

This time, Bo Chi was particularly difficult to fool. He dared not speak again, reluctantly taking his phone out of his pocket.

The screen lit up.

Bo Chi glanced at it, his heart sinking.

Fully charged.

This meant that when Song Yu was with that person, he wasn't looking at his phone, but doing something else to kill time.

What else could it be?

No need to even think about it.

Most men, seeing a pretty and innocent young man like Song Yu, would have rushed over like a lecher, kissing and touching him.

They might even kiss for two hours straight.

Bo Chi's gaze fell on Song Yu's lips.

His lips were rosy, a normal red, not rubbed or rubbed repeatedly.

Perhaps he was kissing other parts of his body.

The vibration of his phone pulled Bo Chi back from his wandering thoughts. His gaze fell down to the lit words "Little Lover."

Song Yu turned off the screen, but he realized it was too late.

The boy's eyes were downcast, his eyelashes trembling, his lower lip bitten. Looking down, the first thing he saw was a small, upturned lip.

After a moment of silence...

Bo Chi's tone was filled with sarcasm and jealousy: "Song Yu, I was so stupid. I thought you were some devoted and innocent young man."

"You're having an online relationship while also trying to have a little lover."

"That's not enough, you even call me 'brother,' trying to make me your backup plan, is that it?"

Song Yu's mind was getting increasingly confused by what he said, and he awkwardly changed the subject: "Brother Chi, are you hungry?"

Bo Chi looked at him without speaking.

Song Yu: "...Do you want noodles? There's some in the fridge."

After saying that, he finally managed to sneak out of Bo Chi's arms, not even having time to change his shoes.

Bo Chi knew exactly what the boy was up to; he just wanted to gloss over the matter.

He followed closely behind Song Yu.

However, when he saw the empty fridge, his brow twitched: "What do you usually eat? Are you a fairy? Do you drink dew?"

Song Yu turned to look at him, his expression somewhat puzzled.

Bo Chi looked at his stunned face, then turned to the only unopened package of noodles and a small carton of eggs in the fridge.

The Song family really didn't raise their son properly; no wonder he's so thin.

Only Song Yu has a good foundation; even with all that, he still looks so beautiful.

One second the man was wall-slamming someone, spouting sarcastic remarks, his face practically screaming calculations, and the next he was carrying noodles and eggs into the kitchen.

Song Yu followed him, puzzled, standing by the kitchen door.

He stared blankly as the man turned on the tap, washed the pot, and boiled water.

It was clear he was going to cook himself.

Song Yu thought for a moment, trying to salvage the situation, and stepped into the kitchen, leaning close to him, saying in a flattering tone, "Brother Chi, my noodles are really good."

The man standing by the sink stiffened.

Thinking he didn't believe him, Song Yu earnestly said, "I can't cook anything else, but noodles really are—"

"Say that again and I'll kiss you!" Bo Chi threatened gruffly, "I'll kiss you until you can't speak!"

"..."

Song Yu immediately pursed his lips.

Then, Bo Chi "invited" him out of the kitchen.

A pot of water was placed on the stove. Bo Chi was facing away from him, rolling up the cuffs of his black shirt, his ears suspiciously red.

Why were his ears so red with anger?

Song Yu assumed the other was still angry when 009 chimed: [Host, progress bar increased by 4%.]

Song Yu was delighted.

It seemed Bo Chi liked noodles.

He obediently sat down, finally having time to check his phone.

"Little Lover" was the nickname he'd given Gu Zeshu in his contact list. The two were contacting each other frequently now; if Bo Chi saw him contacting his former arranged marriage partner, things would deviate from the plot again.

Gu Zeshu hadn't called or messaged

him since that one call. Song Yu opened the chat, sent a message saying "Arrived home," and then stopped looking at his phone.

He stared at Bo Chi's tall, imposing back, pondering how to salvage the remaining 4% progress bar.

Half a minute later, Song Yu decided—no matter how badly Bo Chi's noodles turned out, he would praise them as delicious.

That should solve the problem.

The boy's gaze towards the kitchen was direct and undisguised, something Bo Chi could easily sense.

He'd just met his online boyfriend, and now he was staring at him?

He certainly knew how to choose a backup plan.

Twenty minutes passed between them, separated by the half-open kitchen door, when the doorbell suddenly rang. Song Yu tried to get up, but Bo Chi had already come out of the kitchen.

A moment later, he saw Bo Chi carrying a large bag of groceries back into the kitchen.

Two minutes later, Bo Chi came out with two bowls of noodles.

Each bowl was topped with a poached egg and a braised chicken leg, the aroma of scallions filling the air.

Song Yu's eyes widened. He hadn't expected someone like Bo Chi, a young master, to cook, and to cook so down-to-earthly.

But… it smelled so good.

Bo Chi placed the bowl in front of him, and Song Yu sniffed, picking up his chopsticks to taste it.

Then he just kept eating, not saying a word.

When he was almost finished, just as he was about to praise him, 009 told him the progress bar had increased.

Bo Chi barely touched his own bowl. Watching Song Yu eat his noodles, he suddenly had an urge to take her home and pamper her.

When Song Yu looked up at him, he looked away and said, "It's just a bowl of noodles, why are you eating it so heartily?"

His ears were burning after he finished speaking.

Bo Chi felt extremely uncomfortable with his situation, so he simply cleared away the dishes, washed them, and put the simple groceries he had ordered into the refrigerator.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was alright, he didn't continue to question Song Yu about simultaneously dating several men, and instead silently left after finishing his tasks.

Song Yu was completely bewildered.

But at least the progress bar had increased; he had managed to appease Bo Chi, right?

*

When Bo Chi returned to the villa, his expression was still off. He lay silently on the sofa for a while, then suddenly picked up his phone and sent over a dozen messages to the group chat. There

were only two people in the group, Zhou Xie and Zhao Yun, his longtime friends.

The two began a heated discussion after seeing Bo Chi's messages.

【The friend you're talking about definitely isn't you.】

【According to what you said, your friend is way too love-struck. Knowing the other person has a boyfriend and other backup options, yet willingly being supported and even cooking for him, this… I can't even comment.】

【Whoever it is, love-struckness is incurable; they're doomed. Bo

Chi: "..."

[Being love-struck is understandable, but it mainly depends on what the other person looks like.]

Bo Chi immediately replied: [He's very handsome.]

The other two had already figured out that Bo Chi was talking about Song Yu, and simply supported him—

[If he's handsome, then it's fine.]

[What backup plan? He's already called you brother, so he's interested in you.]

[Be proactive and make him your official partner.]

[The one who isn't loved is the third party.]

...

Scrolling through the comments, Bo Chi's emotions, which had been bottled up all night, were relieved.

After sending a large red envelope in the group, he randomly searched for the top ten date spots. But the intention behind these locations was obvious; they were places only couples would go.

Song Yu didn't consider him her boyfriend.

She had her own online dating friends; why was he blindly going to meet her?

Bo Chi's face shifted between sunshine and shadow, and the butler beside him couldn't help but sigh inwardly—it had been a long time since the young master had acted like this.

*

After that night, Bo Chi's anger inexplicably subsided.

Song Yu couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking.

During the day, he went to the villa to curry favor with Bo Chi, and at night he went to Gu Zeshu's house to apply medicine to the other man's wounds. His days were quite fulfilling.

However, Bo Chi hadn't asked him to run errands for a long time, only asking him to play board games or puzzles with him, mostly losing money to him. And

the amount he lost wasn't small.

Gu Zeshu's bruises on his back healed quickly, so he only went for three days before stopping, afraid that spending too much time together would reveal his identity.

During this time, Gu Zeshu bought a lot of soft blankets and small floor lamps, the light just enough to see the road but not enough to see his face.

But the other man spent his own money to buy these things.

Song Yu had already left Gu Zeshu's house when he thought of this. After returning home, he sent a message to the other man: 【Don't you want the money I gave you?】

009: 【Host, be careful of OOC.】

Song Yu immediately sent another message: 【Are you looking down on me?】

【I have a lot of money.】

Half a minute later, Gu Zeshu: 【I bought it.】

Soon, Song Yu received a deduction message:

【Your bank card ending in xxxx has been charged 9.99 yuan.】 Song

Yu: ?

Song Yu was completely confused: [What did you buy?]

Gu Zeshu: [Garbage bags.]

Who uses a sugar daddy's allowance to buy garbage bags? Do you really think he's broke?

So Song Yu generously transferred 100,000 yuan to his bank account.

Right after the transfer, 009 told him the progress bar had reached 40%.

[In the next week, besides your task of pleasing Bo Chi, you also have to work on a very important plot.]

After breaking with the Gu family, Gu Zeshu didn't give up on himself but began pursuing his dreams, locking himself in his room writing lyrics.

Later, his lyrics were noticed by several entertainment companies.

What Song Yu had to do was, at this crucial moment, call Gu Zeshu to a hotel, and take advantage of him.

009: [You've already been corrupted by those rich kids in the industry. This time you wanted to take advantage, but the other party didn't agree.]

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, they didn't agree.

Afterwards, Song Yu stayed home for two days. Although he didn't see anyone, his network was full of messages.

Bo Chi sent the most messages, first saying he needed someone to play Ludo and asked Song Yu to come over.

Ten minutes later, he said it was okay if he didn't want to play Ludo, and asked what he wanted to play.

Ten minutes later, he asked if Song Yu didn't want to stay at home, and suggested going to the mall to buy comics or to the amusement park.

...

Song Yu had only scrolled halfway through when Gu Zeshu's message popped up again: 【Are you tired of it?】

?

Song Yu was stunned.

009: 【It should be asking if you're keeping someone else as a sugar daddy, simply put, asking if you're tired of his body.】

"..."

Song Yu glanced at his bank balance, thinking he probably didn't have any extra money to keep someone else.

But according to the plot, Gu Zeshu was focused on writing recently, so why would he still be willing to contact his sugar daddy?

Song Yu exited the chat with Bo Chi, wanting to go back and reply to Gu Zeshu, but found that the other party had withdrawn the message.

He didn't know how to reply.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone, an unknown number called. Song Yu was already familiar with this number; he had called it yesterday. It was the number of a courier responsible for the nearby area.

These past two evenings, he'd been receiving flowers anonymously, but the handwriting on the cards told him who it was.

Song Yu opened the door and accepted a large bouquet of roses.

Bo Rancen was a bad guy, but the flowers were innocent.

He found a vase, unwrapped the flowers, and carefully arranged them one by one.

*

In the end, Song Yu didn't reply to anyone's messages.

He remained idle for several more days until the task was finally posted.

【You need to call Gu Zeshu to the hotel and make some excessive demands on him. Reward: 3000 points.】

【Deadline: 2 AM.】

Song Yu: "..."

He was about to become a pervert.

Song Yu quickly booked a room and sent the room number to the other party. He thought they would disagree, but instead received a "OK".

Before going to the hotel, Song Yu also needed to visit Bo Chi.

He hadn't left the house or contacted him for several days; his follower persona was almost out of character.

To earn some points, Song Yu casually ordered takeout from a decent boiled fish restaurant.

He arrived at the villa quickly. As he walked through the garden, Song Yu greeted the butler standing at the door, who smiled and bowed.

He didn't realize that in everyone's eyes, he was no longer just a follower.

Entering the living room, he saw Bo Chi lounging on the sofa reading a book. Song Yu put down the takeout box and went over to look; it was the comic book Bo Chi had bought for him last time.

"Do you like this?"

Hearing the voice, Bo Chi stiffened for a moment, then immediately stood up from the sofa.

Song Yu thought he would pursue the matter of not replying to his messages, and had even prepared an excuse, but Bo Chi didn't mention it at all, only asking if he was free tonight.

Song Yu shook his head.

Bo Chi's face darkened. He didn't want to get involved, but after a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it your little lover, or your online boyfriend? Why does he always ask you to come out at night?"

"Don't you know how dangerous it is to go out like this?"

Song Yu pursed his lips.

Seeing his silence, Bo Chi was both annoyed and helpless: "Where are you planning to go?"

Still no answer.

"A hotel? Fine, Song Yu." Bo Chi's face immediately turned cold. "Don't you know what men do when they ask you to book a room?"

Song Yu lowered his head, looking at his toes.

He thought to himself, "I'm the one who's forcing someone."

Seeing that time was running out, Song Yu whispered, "Brother Chi... I have to go."

Afraid that the other party wouldn't agree, he added, "My boyfriend is waiting for me."

Bo Chi froze for two seconds, then frowned: "I'll have someone take you. Don't wander off."

"No need, Brother Chi."

Looking at Song Yu's back without any hesitation, Bo Chi felt for the first time that he was truly despicable.

*

Bo Chi's villa was in the city center, so it was easy to get a taxi. Song Yu arrived at the hotel quickly.

He lowered his head and waited for the elevator. When the door opened, the receptionist who had checked him in was right there.

"I remember you came here last time, didn't you!"

"That hat was pointy! So cute!"

If Song Yu were a kitten, he would definitely be in a state of agitation right now.

The dim lights in the corridor stretched the boy's thin shadow.

After swiping his card to enter the room, Song Yu turned on the light, finally seeing the entire hotel room.

He had booked a double room; normally, he would have immediately lay down and rolled around on it, but the thought of the mischief he was about to do made the bed seem a bit strange.

So he sat on a chair in the room and waited.

After about half an hour, Song Yu was starting to doze off when 009 reminded him: [Host, the protagonist has sent you a message.]

Song Yu jolted awake and opened the message.

It was from Gu Zeshu: [Entering the elevator.]

Song Yu visibly tensed up. He first ran to the door, then turned off the light, leaving a crack in the door like last time.

Overwhelmed with nervousness, he stood helplessly near the door.

Footsteps drew closer.

The door creaked open—

the next second, Song Yu felt himself being tightly embraced.

He was a little scared and confirmed, "Gu Zeshu?"

"Yes, it's me." Gu Zeshu's voice was a little hoarse.

Song Yu felt slightly relieved.

But how could the other person know where he was standing so quickly?

The boy didn't know that his scent was impossible to conceal; the fragrance immediately pinpointed his location.

Perhaps because they were more familiar with each other, Gu Zeshu didn't directly ask for his needs like they had on their first meeting. Instead, he chatted naturally: "I brought some small cakes, want some?"

Song Yu was taken aback.

A second later, he shamelessly agreed.

*

No one would have imagined that the sugar daddy would call his little lover to a hotel room, turn off the lights, and start eating cake.

Of course, the sugar daddy still had some dignity.

He didn't cut the cake himself.

It was dark around them, and Song Yu could only see some outlines. He couldn't even see what the cake looked like, while Gu Zeshu could cut it in this environment.

The other person had been fulfilling all his requests so far, unaware of his identity, and trusted him immensely.

Song Yu felt a little guilty and took the initiative to start a conversation: "What kind of cake did you buy?"

"Strawberry." Gu Zeshu's tone was light.

"Why did you suddenly think of buying one?"

After a moment.

Gu Zeshu said casually, "Because it's my birthday today."

Song Yu was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he knew it was Gu Zeshu's birthday, but he couldn't recall anything.

"This piece is cut." Gu Zeshu was about to push the cake towards Song Yu when he felt the other suddenly get up.

"Wait for me!"

the boy said anxiously, "Just for a moment!"

and then left the room.

Gu Zeshu's face was hidden in the darkness.

He could have easily made up an excuse and didn't need to make himself look so pitiful.

But he knew that if he said that, Song Yu would definitely pity him.

He needed that pity.

Even if it was just pity, as long as Song Yu was by his side, that was enough.

*

Finally, before midnight, Song Yu returned.

His voice was a little breathless.

Gu Zeshu reached out to pat the boy's back.

His fingers accidentally touched the smooth nape of his neck, and he felt Song Yu's thin body trembling.

"T-It's okay..."

Gu Zeshu let go, afraid of scaring the kitten away.

"Can you close your eyes?" Song Yu asked him.

Gu Zeshu was stunned for a moment, but quickly said, "Okay."

Then came the sound of fabric rubbing together.

Song Yu noticed his movements: "What are you doing?"

"Blinding myself with the tie."

Seems safer than just closing my eyes.

Song Yu was so dense.

If he had realized that it was strange for a man in casual clothes to wear a tie, he would have suffered much less tonight.

That tie was actually meant to tie him up.

If someone called him away halfway through,

Gu Zeshu would definitely tie him up here without mercy.

Gu Zeshu's tie was loosely tied, hanging down, not completely obscuring his vision.

"Alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a flickering flame shine through the cloth.

"I could only buy these red candles." Song Yu handed the lit candle to the man. "Gu Zeshu, make a birthday wish."

Gu Zeshu could see the boy's silhouette.

For a moment, he felt that the light wasn't coming from the candle.

A long silence followed.

So long that the candle was almost dripping.

"Are you done making your wish?"

"Yes."

Song Yu reminded him, "You can blow out the candles now."

The room fell dark again.

009 Reminder: [Host, it's past midnight. Finish your mission and get some rest.]

Fortunately, he had just celebrated someone's birthday, giving him a bit of confidence to be mischievous.

"I celebrated your birthday, how are you going to repay me?"

A moment later, Song Yu felt a quick touch on his lips.

A very light touch.

So obedient…

If that's the case, I'll have to go even further.

Song Yu suppressed his shame and said fiercely, "Is that all? I won't be satisfied."

The room fell silent.

Song Yu felt his cheeks burning.

What was he saying?

A moment later, he heard a soft chuckle.

"I know."

"I won't kiss there."

Song Yu felt himself being pushed onto the bed.

The bed was soft; once he sank

in, he couldn't get up. His ankles were gripped and lifted off the ground.

Then, Song Yu felt his foot step on the other man's cheek, his toes even accidentally brushing against the tie the man had tied around his eyes.

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