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 Song Yu subconsciously tried to pull his foot back, but he was no match for the other's strength.

He could only be forced to step on the man's shoulder.

He didn't know what the other would do next, but his subconscious told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

Song Yu's thin body trembled uncontrollably. Even though his voice was already very pitiful, he still had to grit his teeth and pretend that he was enjoying the other's service.

But things were a little beyond his imagination.

He thought he was getting a great deal, at most he would kiss for a little longer.

Gu Zeshu's fingers grabbed his waistband.

Even the last little bit of fabric was included.

As if he realized that something strange was about to happen, Song Yu immediately struggled, his fingers, which had been burned pink, stretched out, trying to stop the other.

However, it was too late.

His strength in front of the man was like a ragdoll cat that wanted to get angry, wanting to push you away fiercely, but could only spread its belly and be petted until it was weak all over.

...

The kitten made a "meow" sound, fragile and pitiful, its claws straight, but it could not escape.

The bad guy swallowed contentedly, cradling the wet, matted kitten in his arms.

"Baby..."

"You smell so good."

...

Finally, the "mission accomplished" voice in his head brought Song Yu back to reality.

Thinking about what he had just done, Song Yu's skin flushed pink. He wanted to burrow under the covers in shame.

But Gu Zeshu seemed unsatisfied, pecking at his ankles again and again: "Want more?"

Song Yu sniffed, his voice trembling: "No, I don't need any more."

"The room smells like you," Gu Zeshu said in a low, husky voice, "Even I smell like you."

"No, don't say it..." Song Yu's voice was pitiful. He wanted to get off the bed and leave immediately, but he didn't know where his pants had gone.

He could only whisper, "I want my pants."

"No rush." ​​Gu Zeshu didn't hesitate.

Song Yu's shoulders stiffened, and he rubbed the blanket with his fingers, slowly covering himself. Then, as if remembering something, a muffled, damp voice came through: "You...you ate everything..."

"Yeah, I ate it all."

Gu Zeshu's honesty made the little bundle even more reluctant to come out.

Half a minute later, he finally spoke: "Eat something else...eat cake."

"Okay." Gu Zeshu was afraid he would suffocate in there, so he lifted the blanket and pulled him out.

Poor Song Yu, he had painstakingly wrapped himself up in the blanket, only to be effortlessly carried to the head of the bed.

The sheets at his feet were crumpled and wrinkled. Although the room was pitch black, Song Yu was still uneasy and wanted to cover his legs with something.

This time, he was wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, and if he pulled it down even slightly, the collar would be torn open.

In the end, he didn't cover anything at all.

Song Yu gave up with a droopy face and urged Gu Zeshu to eat cake, hoping to distract the man.

He finally managed to get him away, but less than ten seconds later...

"Baby."

Song Yu bristled: "!"

His little face was fierce: "Don't call me that!"

Actually, Gu Zeshu had called him "baby" several times earlier, but he had been lost in thought.

Now that he thought about it, the other party had done it on purpose.

"I don't want to eat cake like this." Gu Zeshu's tone was soothing and smiling, "Can you feed me?"

Song Yu: "?"

He hesitated for a few seconds, but his heart softened: "Then come here."

The only person by his side on his birthday was his sugar daddy, and the other party was asking him to do such an outrageous thing.

Song Yu put himself in his shoes and felt incredibly pitiful.

Gu Zeshu quickly brought over the cake, but when Song Yu reached out, what he received was not cake, but cream smeared on his collarbone.

"I want to eat it like this, is that okay?"

...

Song Yu was too tired to speak.

Moreover, he didn't want to speak.

Every time he opened his mouth, no matter what he said, he would only be treated worse.

Finally, he felt his chin being pinched, and a little sweet cream was squeezed into the inside of his lips, spreading in his mouth.

"His mouth is so small."

"You can almost touch the back of his tongue with your finger."

...

Song Yu was too tired to open his eyes and didn't hear these words clearly. He closed his eyes and then felt the other side of the bed sink in.

Someone must have slept next to him.

"Good night."

*

A slightly cool morning.

The receptionist who came to change shifts yawned and whispered gossip to her colleagues.

"Who's that handsome guy at the door? He looks so resentful so early in the morning, did he stay here all night?"

"You guessed right. He's been here since around one o'clock, and it's six o'clock now."

"He's obviously here to catch his lover cheating, right?" "

I can't take it anymore, his face is getting greener and greener. I feel sorry for him, but I'm still ready to call the police. I feel like he might kill his lover at any moment."

...

Bo Chi stubbed out his last cigarette.

He was dressed in all black, his hair looked a little messy, there was a stubble of stubble on his chin, and his eyes were bloodshot, with a few blood vessels making him look extremely disheveled.

In fact, given the Bo family's background, it would be easy for them to check someone's hotel check-in records.

Bo Chi checked.

He also knew Song Yu's room number.

He could see the person as soon as he went up.

But he stood at the door all night.

Ten minutes later, Bo Chi saw Song Yu.

He strode up to the boy, his tall frame blocking his path completely.

Song Yu's shoulders visibly trembled when he saw him.

The boy's slender body was covered by a large coat—another man's clothes.

His lips were an unnatural red, with bite marks still visible.

"Chi... Brother Chi..."

Song Yu's voice was guilty. He hadn't expected that after running away from Gu Zeshu, he would run into the person he least wanted to see.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the awkwardness, but then he heard Bo Chi coldly say—

"You've already been kissed so intimately."

Song Yu pursed his lips, his cheeks burning uncontrollably.

"When he kissed you, you were probably covered in pink, just like now—" Bo Chi stared intently at him.

Song Yu's eyes welled up with tears from embarrassment, his voice almost coming from his nose.

"Brother Chi… let's go back and talk about it."

"Okay?"

Song Yu was puzzled by Bo Chi's attitude, but staying here would only lead to more nonsensical remarks.

So he grabbed Bo Chi's arm: "...Let's go home first."

Although Bo Chi's expression was bad, he seemed to have listened to him, grasping his wrist and walking towards the residential area.

The two stood together, their backs looking quite compatible; ignoring their expressions, they looked like an affectionate young couple.

Gu Zeshu stood near the hotel window.

Only after the figures disappeared did he expressionlessly draw the curtains.

Song

Yu's mind was in turmoil the whole way home. It wasn't until he stood at the front door and watched Bo Chi expertly enter the password that he was surprised: "You..."

Bo Chi's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone icy: "What? Afraid I'll barge into your house?"

Song Yu lowered his eyes, remaining silent, his slender white fingers nervously clutching the hem of his clothes until the fingertips were red.

"Yes, you should be afraid."

Song Yu paused, then looked up at him.

Bo Chi had already leaned close, his eyes dark and deep, bloodshot, his entire face grim and terrifying.

"Maybe I'll do something to scare you in the middle of the night while you're asleep."

Song Yu bit his lower lip so hard it felt like it was about to burst. He lowered his eyes: "I'm going in."

Bo Chi took his hand, and the two went inside.

Song Yu felt incredibly uncomfortable under Bo Chi's gaze; the other's eyes were fixed on his face, especially his mouth.

“Brother Chi…”

“I want to rest…”

“Tired?” Bo Chi sneered. “He won’t even let you sleep?”

“…”

“You know, I can easily find out who your little lovers are with just a quick check.”

Song Yu’s eyes widened.

Bo Chi knew he had kept Gu Zeshu as a mistress, but not now.

He was terrified and could only feign weakness: “Brother Chi, I’m really tired.”

“You can sleep if you want.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yu felt his vision sway upwards, and a few seconds later, he was carried to the dining table.

Bo Chi’s face was very close, and the stubble that had grown rapidly overnight occasionally pricked his cheeks.

It hurt and itched.

“What you made your little lovers do last night, I’ll do it again today.”

The man’s usually cool expression turned vicious, as if he was trying to salvage his last shred of dignity.

Whether it was angrily waiting for Song Yu at the hotel entrance all night, or now aggressively demanding a kiss, it

was like a dog.

A dog has no dignity in front of its master.

“Anyway, they’re all backup options, one more won’t make a difference.” Bo Chi stared at those round, dull eyes. No matter how alluring the corners of Song Yu’s eyes were, his gaze remained innocent.

Even a little oblivious.

How could he like someone so oblivious?

Bo Chi couldn’t understand, yet he couldn’t control himself.

He never pursued anyone, nor did he accept anyone’s advances, but in the end, he had fallen for this little follower.

This seemingly innocent young man who treated him as a backup option, secretly stringing along many other men.

He had been deceived.

But he was willing to be deceived, afraid that one day Song Yu would meet someone better and wouldn’t even bother to deceive him anymore.

“You let him kiss you. I saw marks on your lips, and your cupid’s bow was bitten." Bo Chi’s gaze gradually settled on Song Yu’s slightly parted lips, those plump lips looking soft and fragrant.

He almost subconsciously blurted out, “Let me kiss you too.”

“I really want to kiss you.”

Song Yu’s eyes widened, looking at him incredulously.

He saw Bo Chi’s dark eyes, his expression far more dangerous than usual.

Instinct made him pull his shoulders back, but the next second, he was pinned to the back of the head.

Bo Chi's kisses were haphazard, no different from random biting.

Song Yu was so agitated that tears welled up, sticking wetly to his eyelashes. His upturned face was pink and painful, looking very uncomfortable.

The irritable virgin, who had been furious just a second ago, was completely immersed in the moment.

He was strong, kissing him until he cried before letting go.

He pushed back a little, and when they separated, he saw a scene that made his heart race.

—Song Yu's face was wet and soft, the skin where he had touched was pink, and because he was slow to close his mouth, saliva dripped down his tongue, wetting a small part of his chin. He

looked particularly bad now.

It made him want to continue to tease him.

However, as soon as Bo Chi leaned in this time, his left cheek was slapped again.

The seemingly delicate Song Yu used unusual force this time, and even sitting on his face didn't hurt as much as this slap.

The sound echoed throughout the room.

Bo Chi's face remained fixed for a long time.

He hit me.

He hit me for another man.

I was bullied by others all night, and he wouldn't even give me a kiss.

At this moment, Bo Chi, a tall man nearly 1.9 meters tall, felt a lump in his throat.

He gritted his teeth, a slap mark still on his face, and left in a disheveled state.

The door closed behind him, and Song Yu's lips burned.

His lips felt like they were about to rot...

After jumping off the dining table, he slowly walked to the bathroom.

He glanced at the person in the mirror, whose cheeks were a mess from being kissed, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

Gu Zeshu wanted to kiss him, so why did even Bo Chi, who always looked down on him, want to kiss him?

It seemed the plot had taken another turn.

He pursed his lips and bent down to wash his face.

Then he heard 009 say that the progress bar had deducted 5%.

Song Yu had expected this and wasn't surprised.

009 had been blocked earlier and didn't know what had happened: [Host, what happened?]

Song Yu: [I hit Bo Chi.] 009

saw the host's unnaturally red lips: "You... need to rest."

Song Yu was exhausted, quickly took a shower, and fell into a deep sleep the

moment his head hit the pillow. He slept until the afternoon.

Upon waking, 009 told him that the 5% progress had been restored.

Song Yu didn't know how he recovered, but he wasn't as depressed as before. He got up, changed his clothes, and planned to go downstairs to buy some cooked food and fruit.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Bo Chi squatting in the corner.

Song Yu was stunned for a few seconds, then regained his composure, turning his head away as if he hadn't seen him.

Bo Chi immediately stood up from the corner, his mouth moved, but then he closed it again, ultimately not daring to say a word.

Song Yu stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before getting in. Unexpectedly, Bo Chi followed him in.

He was a little nervous, taking out a mask from his pocket and covering his mouth.

Now, Bo Chi was like a ticking time bomb to him; a slight misstep and he might kiss him.

However, until they came out of the elevator, the man didn't do anything, just following him to his right and slightly behind, keeping a small distance.

Song Yu occasionally glanced at him; the other man had changed his clothes, and the ends of his hair were still damp.

He must have gone home to shower.

He thought that after being slapped, Bo Chi would be so angry that he couldn't stay in this circle of rich kids any longer. Song Yu was prepared for a scolding and a deduction of his allowance from his family.

However, the truth was, Bo Chi not only calmed down but also waited outside Song Yu's door for an unknown amount of time.

009: [He even packed up food and bought fruit.]

Song Yu: "?"

He immediately glanced at the man's hand.

...There really was a bag.

When did Bo Chi's temper become so good?

Being followed silently like this for so long, Song Yu suddenly thought of the large dog his family had when he was a child. Its fur was thick, the outermost layer prickly to the touch, but the underfur was soft and smooth.

Song Yu was a very good-tempered person; as long as it wasn't excessive, he would tolerate it to the greatest extent possible.

For example, right now, Bo Chi, following behind him with droopy eyelids and not saying a word, looking somewhat dejected.

Thinking about how he had slapped the other man in the face, Song Yu couldn't stay angry at all.

A fool can be soft-hearted, especially easily softened.

He stopped and looked at Bo Chi. Bo Chi's shoulders immediately stiffened.

"Why are you always following me?"

Bo Chi stared at the boy for a while before handing him the bag. "Are you hungry?"

The man seemed unaccustomed to such direct and frank concern; his voice sounded stiff.

Song Yu realized this time that the other man had bought quite a lot, enough for two meals.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to waste food and reached out to take it.

But the other man suddenly pulled it back.

Song Yu: "?"

Bo Chi immediately explained, "It's heavy, I'll help you carry it."

Song Yu said "Oh."

The two had just reached the market entrance when they turned back.

When they reached the entrance, Bo Chi didn't go in. He handed the bag to Song Yu inside and left without saying a word.

Bo Chi looked cool, but after spending time with him, you knew he was quite talkative, but today his silence was unsettling.

009: [Perhaps it was because you slapped him.]

Song Yu was surprised: [Did I make him mute?]

But even if he was strong, he could still make him deaf.

009: ...

009: [I mean, he's afraid of upsetting you, so he doesn't dare to speak casually.]

Whether it's speaking or kissing.

Song Yu didn't know why Bo Chi had suddenly become like this. He was angry in the morning, biting his lips hard, but in the afternoon he was squatting in the corner bringing him food, his attitude humble.

It was so strange that he couldn't understand it.

Actually, there was nothing he couldn't understand; it was just that he had become the inferior person in the relationship.

*

The hotel mission is completed, which means that it's not far from ending the clandestine relationship between Song Yu and Gu Zeshu.

In the original plot, after Song Yu made those demands to Gu Zeshu, the other party didn't agree, so he kept cold to Gu Zeshu. Gu Zeshu also saw through Song Yu's true nature and, after ending the relationship, returned the money to him without hesitation.

Seeing that the other party's attitude was so firm, Song Yu acted rashly and went to Bo Rancen, trying to get the big shot's contact information to show off to Gu Zeshu and get him to continue his relationship. Of course, he didn't get Bo Rancen's contact information, but instead gave the two protagonists an opportunity to meet.

After reading the plot, Song Yu hesitated: "But Gu Zeshu... he agreed..."

009 replied: "The other party's attitude doesn't affect our main quest. In short, you don't need to contact them anymore, and there's no need for physical contact."

Hearing this, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

In the following days, Gu Zeshu would occasionally message Song Yu, sharing everyday life like lovers.

The other party had clearly begun to trust him.

Song Yu felt a little guilty.

He was just a sugar daddy; you'll find your true love.

Besides, the protagonist is much richer than him.

Seeing that Song Yu wasn't replying, Gu Zeshu stopped messaging.

On the other hand, Bo Chi, after Song Yu replied with a perfunctory message, sent seven or eight more in a row, practically a text message bombardment.

Half a month passed peacefully like this until Song Yu suddenly received a transfer from Gu Zeshu.

Besides his phone number and WeChat ID, Song Yu hadn't revealed any information about himself; Gu Zeshu didn't even know who he was.

If he didn't reply to messages or answer calls, he would remain a sugar daddy that Gu Zeshu could never contact.

009: [Host, the task of severing the sugar daddy relationship with Gu Zeshu is complete, earning 3000 points.]

Song Yu felt guilty about abandoning Gu Zeshu and refused the transfer.

The next task was to get Bo Rancen's contact information.

The task had a deadline, but Bo Rancen wasn't at the company recently, but on a business trip to a film set, estimated to last ten days.

By the time he returned, the deadline would be long over… Song Yu didn't dare ask Bo Rancen where he was on his business trip, but instead opened his contacts and found a rich second-generation heir with whom he had a fairly good relationship.

It turned out that the other party had already blocked him.

Song Yu: "?"

009: [Host, do you remember when you first entered this world? The number you dialed was used by the people who took you to a private room to get you drunk and make a scene.]

[After that, the first and second attackers warned these people, and when they saw that you were protected by the Bo family, they didn't even dare to leave you their contact information.]

Song Yu was surprised.

No wonder no one had contacted him for so long.

009: [And Chen Fei and his group have also been dealt with.]

Bo Rancen doesn't seem like a bad guy after all. Unable to contact anyone in the circle, Song Yu had no choice but to spend some points to buy a locator. Soon

, he obtained Bo Rancen's location.

On the film set, where preparations for the opening ceremony were still underway,

a young assistant was tidying up equipment. However, after only half a minute, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the young man standing directly opposite him.

"You dare look!" the director whispered. "Do you know who he works for? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

The assistant immediately lowered his head.

Indeed.

Someone that handsome was definitely beyond their reach.

Meanwhile, Song Yu, simultaneously receiving countless stares, clenched his fingers uncomfortably.

He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly; he'd encountered Bo Rancen as soon as he arrived at the set, and then been brought in without even realizing it.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting in a chair, and Bo Rancen's assistant had even brought him afternoon tea.

The conditions on the set were harsh, and Song Yu stared at the delicate pastries, too embarrassed to touch his fork.

He decided to finish his task first.

While he was still deep in thought, Bo Rancen spoke first.

The man was wearing a bespoke suit today, his hair meticulously styled, exuding an air of authority.

"How did you know I was here?"

Song Yu mumbled, "If you look carefully, you'll definitely find me."

He heard a soft chuckle as he finished speaking.

The laughter was light and faint, almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

Song Yu almost thought he'd misheard. He turned slightly and cautiously said, "I wanted to come and ask for your WeChat."

This time, he saw a slight smile curve at the corners of Bo Rancen's lips.

Although the curve was faint, it softened his usually sharp face.

Song Yu's task was complete, but he couldn't just leave like that, or Bo Rancen probably wouldn't let him off the hook.

So he asked anxiously, "...Don't you have WeChat?"

Bo Rancen paused slightly, then his smile deepened. "Of course I do."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was just thinking, the weather is really nice today." Bo Rancen moved closer, his woody scent subtle and stable. "You came to see me."

Then, the man took out his phone.

When Song Yu added him, he specifically emphasized, "This is a personal WeChat."

"Hmm..."

After adding him, Song Yu sat obediently in the chair for a while.

He was thinking about how to tell the other person he wanted to leave, but Bo Rancen suddenly said, "You have a boyfriend?"

Song Yu's shoulders stiffened, and he stared blankly at the man.

Bo Rancen lifted his eyelids: "Last time at the old house, Bo Chi mentioned it, it seemed like he wanted to persuade me to give up."

"But he seems to have even less of a chance."

"After all—"

Song Yu blankly hummed in agreement.

"A dog as disobedient as him probably won't even get a sip of soup."

"..."

Bo Rancen's words sent chills down Song Yu's spine, giving him the feeling that he was about to be torn apart and devoured by several people.

"I want to go to the bathroom..."

Song Yu got up, and seeing that Bo Rancen was about to get up as well, he immediately grabbed his shoulder: "Just point me in the right direction, I'll go by myself."

"I'm not a child anymore."

Bo Rancen glanced at the fingers on his shoulder, causing Song Yu to immediately pull back.

"The environment here isn't good, I'll take you to my hotel room."

Hearing the word "hotel," Song Yu thought of some random things and immediately refused.

Bo Rancen thought he was being too lazy, so he didn't insist and pointed in the right direction.

Song Yu found it quickly.

The toilet was a makeshift, very rudimentary structure with only two stalls.

The windows were small and narrow, and the toilet was dark, relying on a single incandescent light bulb on the ceiling for illumination.

Song Yu entered the inner stall, and as soon as he stepped inside, the light went out.

He was startled and tried to get out, but then he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

...Who's there?

Song Yu's voice trembled with fear: "[009...]"

009 didn't respond.

Soon, the other person knocked twice on his door, unhurriedly.

Song Yu's legs went weak with fear, and he collapsed onto the toilet.

Fortunately, the other person left quickly.

Song Yu's heart was pounding. He stayed inside for two minutes, making sure the other person was gone, and finally turned the metal lever.

However, as soon as he pushed the door open, he felt a dark shadow loom over him—

Song Yu's legs went weak, and he backed away until his back hit the plastic panel.

He was so frightened that he forgot to call for help; he just stared up in the dimly lit stall, his beautiful eyes filled with tears.

He didn't know what the other person's intentions were; he was just trembling all over.

Then, Song Yu felt himself being turned over, and the other person hugged him from behind, then half-squatted down, lifting his legs with their arms

in an awkward position .

It wasn't until the toilet seat was opened that Song Yu realized he had encountered a pervert.

He was so frightened that his voice trembled, pitifully pleading, "No, no, please..." However, the other person had no intention of letting him go, slowly moving their fingers from his waist towards his crotch. Then, they pressed down hard ... In the bathroom with the "Construction in Progress

, Do Not Approach" sign, about ten seconds later, the sound of water and some sobs filled with intense shame could be heard.

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