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 Song Yu's toes were clenched, his whole body trembled, and he had no strength left.

His exposed skin was covered with a layer of pink, and he looked like he had been bullied badly. His snow-white cheeks were covered with tear stains, and his eyelashes were sticky and clumped together.

If the light were cool enough, you would definitely see his pitiful appearance and how he could only be manipulated by others.

"Pervert, pervert, waaaah..."

Song Yu finally couldn't help but cry. He usually held back his sobs even when he was wronged, and only made a little noise. But this time he couldn't stand it. His shame reached its peak, and he cried and cursed the other person at the same time.

"You, how could you do this... you are a bad person..."

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to curse at all. When he cried, he sobbed like a kitten, pitiful and alluring, which could easily arouse dirty thoughts in men's hearts.

Something soft licked his cheek, and Song Yu was stunned.

The other person was licking his tears.

The man smelled faintly of ointment, and his tongue was hot and slippery, making Song Yu shudder uncontrollably, momentarily forgetting to cry.

"No, don't do this."

His whole body was numb, his thin frame trembling in the man's arms.

But the man stubbornly didn't stop, wiping away the boy's tears like washing a kitten's face.

Then, he bit down hard on the boy's fleshy earlobe.

Song Yu's lower back went weak. He was probably exhausted from crying so much, and his head was spinning. In a daze, he felt himself being carried to the toilet, and then the other person left the stall.

Song Yu closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, he heard footsteps again, which startled him so much that he immediately shrank back.

When Bo Rancen entered the stall, he found Song Yu huddled on the toilet, his clothes wrinkled and looking pitiful.

The boy looked like he'd been badly bullied; upon seeing him, he sniffled, his expression on the verge of tears: "Bo Rancen..."

"Help me..."

The assistant beside him rushed over, utterly shocked to see Song Yu huddled in the cubicle. He then cautiously glanced at Bo Rancen.

Bo Rancen's face was terrifyingly grim. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Song Yu, then gently put his arm around the boy's legs.

The soft touch made his arm stiffen slightly.

He softly comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

The assistant, barely daring to breathe, immediately followed, walking to the car and opening the door.

Bo Rancen gently placed the boy on the back seat, then his voice and face darkened.

"Back to the hotel."

*

The hotel was near the film set, and they arrived quickly.

Bo Rancen got out of the car first, standing near the door, as if to lift Song Yu out.

Song Yu was terrified of being held, as it reminded him of what he'd been forced to do while being held in someone's arms earlier.

Bo Rancen noticed this and didn't hug Song Yu again, but instead took his hand.

The boy's palm was soft, his skin delicate, without a single callus.

It was clear he had been pampered.

He was probably still shaken; his palm was a little damp, but he still gripped Bo Rancen's fingers tightly, refusing to let go.

This completely dependent look captivated Bo Rancen, and he gradually tightened his grip until they entered the room.

He carried Song Yu to the bed, then knelt down beside him, carefully wiping his handsome but disheveled face clean.

Song Yu hadn't recovered from the shock; his breathing was unsteady, and his eyelashes were still trembling.

Bo Rancen didn't ask anything, but instead boiled some water and fed it to him little by little with a spoon.

Song Yu's mouth was already dry, and he subconsciously drank a couple of sips before realizing he was being fed water like a child.

When the man handed him the spoon again, he turned his face away a little embarrassedly: "I can drink it myself."

Bo Rancen handed him the cup.

Song Yu tilted his head back and drank half a cup in one gulp, his small

Adam's apple bobbing back and forth. Bo Rancen's eyes darkened. A few seconds later, he subtly withdrew his gaze and shoved a piece of osmanthus cake, a local delicacy, into his mouth.

Song Yu took a bite, then regained his composure, looked up at Bo Rancen, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you..."

Bo Rancen smoothed his slightly disheveled hair and asked gently, "What happened?"

Song Yu bit his lower lip, and thinking of what that pervert had done, he immediately felt ashamed and indignant.

Bo Rancen saw his expression.

If it were Bo Chi, he would have been pacing back and forth in the room, demanding an explanation. But Bo Rancen wasn't some impatient, half-grown wild dog; he was more like a wild beast lurking in the shadows, motionless. He

waited until the fluffy little prey found him by scent before seizing the opportunity, biting down on the scruff of the neck, and then contentedly carrying his prey back to his den.

“It’s okay if you can’t say.” Bo Rancen handed over another pastry. “But if you tell me, I’ll be more likely to find the person who bullied you.”

Song Yu had no appetite and turned his face away, indicating he didn’t want to eat.

Hearing Bo Rancen’s words, he lowered his eyes. His eyes were red, his nose was red, and his voice was already tinged with tears: “I encountered a pervert…”

Bo Rancen leaned closer and gently comforted Song Yu’s shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid.”

At this moment, Bo Rancen had become Song Yu’s lifeline. The boy relied on him exceptionally, and even though he was ashamed, he still told Bo Rancen everything the pervert had done.

However, he overlooked one thing—

Bo Rancen was just a bad man who had desires for him.

He was just a pervert with an added layer of hypocritical pretense.

Song Yu's voice stopped, and Bo Rancen's face darkened, yet his throat became uncontrollably dry: "And what else?"

"...What?"

"Pressing your lower abdomen with my fingers to force you, licking away your tears—" Bo Rancen stared at the boy, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, his breathing becoming heavy, "Besides these, what else did he do?"

Song Yu was about to cry, his thin shoulders trembling with shame.

"I, I don't remember...it seems..."

He was still trying to recall when, the next second, he felt his earlobe being rubbed hard.

Song Yu shuddered: "...Bo Rancen?"

"He bit your earlobe."

The man's low, husky voice almost drilled into his ear, both numb and itchy: "There are bite marks on it."

"I don't remember..."

Song Yu whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his earlobe being pinched hard.

Bo Rancen was leaning in, the metal buttons of his suit vest occasionally brushing against his arm, very cool.

Song Yu didn't dare to speak until the small patch of soft flesh on his earlobe hurt, then he whispered, "Bo Rancen...it hurts a little."

His earlobe turned completely red, and the bite mark was no longer visible.

The man then released his grip, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite Song Yu: "Did you tell anyone you came to the film set?"

Song Yu shook his head. He got the address from 009 and hadn't told anyone.

Bo Rancen wanted to ask if he had told Bo Chi, but he was Bo Chi's uncle after all, and knew his character to some extent. Although Bo Chi had a bad temper and was impatient, he certainly wouldn't do something like this.

"This place was only built less than two days ago, and nothing like this has happened before. So, the other party has already followed you here."

Song Yu was surprised: "You mean, I've been followed the whole time?"

Bo Rancen was silent for a few seconds: "Are those bastards still contacting you?"

Song Yu nodded in confusion.

Bo Rancen patiently explained: "Those are the people who took you to the private room for drinks before. Are they still looking for you?"

But he was the one who went to the private room for drinks that time.

Bo Rancen seemed to have misunderstood.

"If you contact me, just tell me." Bo Rancen hesitated for a second, then continued, "I have far more power and connections than they do; you don't need them."

"Hmm..." Song Yu realized that Bo Rancen seemed quite kind to him. "It shouldn't be them; they haven't contacted me."

"Besides Bo Chi, who else have you been close to lately?"

The only one he was close to was Gu Zeshu. Song Yu naturally ruled out the main character and shook his head.

"Maybe he'll still follow you when you get back," Bo Rancen suggested. "This hotel is very safe; you can stay here first, and I'll arrange accommodation for you when I get back."

The man was thoughtful; he thought that Song Yu, being so timid and frightened, would definitely hide in the hotel and refuse to go out.

But Song Yu refused his suggestion.

"I don't want to."

Song Yu's face fell, very unhappy. He had encountered perverts more than once, but the perverts in this world were especially outrageous.

Thinking about how he had been treated like a child by this person, he felt so ashamed and indignant that he wanted to slap him.

“I’m going to catch him.”

Bo Rancen narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you afraid?”

Song Yu’s momentum instantly vanished by more than half. He glanced at Bo Rancen.

He seemed reliable.

So he reached out and tugged at the man’s clothes, pleading, “With you here, you’ll protect me.”

Song Yu was good at playing the victim.

Soft voice, fair skin, and a very protective look.

These were fatal flaws for men, especially Song Yu’s light-colored eyes, beautiful like glass beads, brimming with a misty quality.

However, Bo Rancen was more composed than the average man.

He said slowly, “I’m a businessman. Businessmen don’t do unprofitable deals.”

Song Yu knew this was a negotiation.

He thought for a moment, then whispered, “I only have 100,000…”

After a long pause.

“Break up with your online boyfriend.” Bo Rancen stared at his face. “Then, try it with me.”

*

Five minutes after Bo Rancen left, 009 returned to normal.

Seeing its host lying on the bed, even its eyelids were pink, it immediately scanned the host’s entire body.

Fortunately, apart from some finger marks, there were no other injuries.

[Host.]

Song Yu buried his head in the pillow, his voice muffled: "You're finally free." 009

could hear the sob in Song Yu's voice: "Host?"

Song Yu sniffed.

"I encountered another pervert."

Needless to say, it was the fragment of the main god again.

009: "Did he forcibly kiss you?"

Song Yu: "I wish he had."

He realized something was off after saying that—he'd encountered so many perverts that even a forced kiss didn't seem perverted anymore.

009 immediately asked: "Host, was he really that bad?"

Song Yu had already told Bo Rancen about this, and was too embarrassed to repeat it. So he just vaguely mentioned that the other party had done something very bad, and told 009 that he was going to catch the person.

009 had a bad feeling.

Perhaps, the moment the pervert was caught, he would experience unprecedented excitement.

*

Bo Rancen's newly opened room was below Song Yu's, and he brought Song Yu breakfast early in the morning.

The two sat at the dining table in the suite. Song Yu took a bite of bread, found it a bit dry, and placed it on the upper right corner of his plate.

"Don't like it?" Bo Rancen suddenly spoke.

Song Yu looked up.

Bo Rancen's gaze swept over his plate: "I see you only ate one bite."

Song Yu gave a soft "Mmm."

He thought the other would say he was picky, after all, his grandmother had said that to him.

Bo Rancen was an elder, so he should also… Hmm? He

actually took his bread.

And continued eating from the spot Song Yu had bitten .

Song Yu opened his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

009: [Host, what exactly happened last night? It seems the protagonist's relationship with you has become closer.]

Song Yu was a little flustered: [He seems to like me.]

009 was surprised that the oblivious host could actually see that the fragment liked him, so he asked: [How did you figure it out?]

Song Yu: [He told me to break up with my boyfriend and try dating him.]

009: …

This fragment is quite straightforward.

[Host, did you agree to date him?] Song

Yu naturally refused. Although he didn't know why the main character was interested in him, he wouldn't do something that would ruin the plot and cost him points.

However, he didn't dare to refuse outright either.

After all, he still needed Bo Rancen to catch the pervert today.

So last night, when Bo Rancen made that request, Song Yu only said he had broken up with his boyfriend, but didn't agree to try it out with Bo Rancen.

After breakfast, the two took a car to the film set.

Song Yu deliberately chose a spot with a good view, looking back and forth at the staff, trying to find the pervert from yesterday.

But after looking for a long time, he didn't recognize anyone.

On the contrary, the group of people he was staring at were all distracted by the boy's gaze, making frequent mistakes in their work.

Song Yu stared all morning, his eyes and legs aching. Bo Rancen felt sorry for him seeing his droopy face, so he put him in the car.

Bo Rancen had a small refrigerator set up in his car overnight, filled with drinks, fruit, and snacks.

Aside from sweets, the man didn't know what else Song Yu liked, so he put in a little of everything to see which he'd open so he could stock up next time.

Song Yu, who had originally planned to catch the pervert himself, ended up comfortably sitting in the car enjoying the air conditioning.

During this time, Bo Chi sent him three or four messages, asking where he'd been these past few days. Song Yu didn't dare tell the truth and lied, saying he'd gone back to his hometown.

Bo Chi also told him to be careful on his way back and that he'd take him to a birthday party next month.

Song Yu turned off his phone: [009, have I become bad?]

He'd kept Gu Zeshu and then abandoned him, used Bo Rancen to catch the pervert, and lied to Bo Chi.

Unconsciously, he'd become a scumbag.

[You're not a scumbag, it's just that they're always bothering you.]

[If the plot continued smoothly, you wouldn't want it to be like this.]

[Besides, you're playing the scumbag type of character; you don't need to feel guilty, it's your job.] "

These worlds are just flowing data, not real.

The only real things are the fragments of the main god and their twisted minds. "

Song Yu nodded thoughtfully.

That's right.

You guys were the ones who went off-script first.

Don't blame me.

I was forced to do bad things too.

Having figured this out, Song Yu felt much better, but staying in the car all the time was a bit boring. He glanced out the window and saw a small shop nearby, run by an old lady.

This reminded Song Yu of his own grandmother.

He got out of the car and walked over, intending to buy something from the stall.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the stall sold a variety of things, mostly retro snacks and toys.

Song Yu asked the old lady for a bag, took a little of everything, and handed it over when the bag was quite full.

The old lady took the bag: "Do you want all of these? Junwa."

Song Yu nodded: "Yes."

"This might take quite a while to calculate."

"It's okay, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

The old lady complimented him: "You're really good-looking."

Song Yu smiled shyly.

The old man pulled out a calculator, took the bag, and went to the glass counter at the back to do his calculations. Song Yu stood there, feeling a bit bored, so he took out his phone and casually scrolled through the news. It

was at this moment that footsteps sounded. Song Yu's shoulders stiffened. The toilet stall lights from last night had been turned off, and he was very familiar with that person's footstep rhythm. It was exactly the same as the footsteps behind him now. Song Yu's heart pounded, and his face instantly turned pale. He stiffened, wanting to turn his head to look back, but then a familiar voice rang out— "You're here too." Gu... Gu Zeshu? Song Yu subconsciously bit his lip, watching the aloof man approach from behind him. "Why don't you look well? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Zeshu looked at his face, somewhat worried. As the man leaned closer, a faint smell of ointment wafted over. Song Yu's mind went blank. Was Gu Zeshu the person from yesterday? How could it be… In Gu Zeshu's eyes, they had only met three times, not even considered friends. Why would he treat him like this? Could it be…? Song Yu suddenly realized something, and a chill ran down his spine as he shivered uncontrollably. Perhaps Gu Zeshu had always known that he was the one being kept. That would make sense; he had been abandoned for no reason and was now seeking revenge. A flood of complex emotions and thoughts surged through Song Yu's mind, making his face even paler and his back break out in a cold sweat. “Are you sick?” A gentle voice brought Song Yu back to his senses. He forced himself to remain calm: “…A little.” “How did you end up here?” Gu Zeshu asked again. Song Yu was on the verge of tears, his eyes red-rimmed, his lips bitten until they were raw, but he dared not show it, forcing himself to keep his voice steady: “…I came with…a friend.” “I see.” Fortunately, Gu Zeshu didn't say anything more. “It's settled, 130 yuan and 5 mao in total.” The old man handed the bag to Song Yu. Gu Zeshu took out his phone: "Let me pay for you." "No, no need." Song Yu's voice was trembling uncontrollably. He lowered his head, biting his lower lip tightly, quickly paid, and walked towards Bo Rancen's car. His pace quickened until he was almost running. He opened the car door, put the bag inside, and sat down. However, just as he was about to close the door, a long, slender hand blocked it. Song Yu was stunned, watching blankly as Gu Zeshu got into the car and then closed the door. The air in the car suddenly felt thin. The boy struggled to breathe, his throat felt dry, and he couldn't utter a single syllable, only his whole body trembling uncontrollably. A few seconds later, he heard his own voice, trembling with tears: "You... how... how did you get in?" Gu Zeshu stared at his face and suddenly chuckled. "Didn't you guess?" "I'm the person from yesterday." Song Yu trembled violently. He didn't know what he was feeling. Knowing that Gu Zeshu was the pervert who had bullied him, he seemed relieved to know the other's identity, but also... even more afraid. "What are you afraid of?" Gu Zeshu's expression was as cold as ever, but his tone became particularly harsh. "Why were you crying so hard yesterday? Didn't you want me to serve you before?" "What? You're tired of it so quickly?" Song Yu breathed short, rapid breaths from his nose, his eyelashes quickly becoming wet with tears. He didn't know what to say, and could only plead, "Gu Zeshu..." "Don't... please don't." He sounded pitiful. However, Gu Zeshu moved even closer, squeezing the thin boy into a small corner, forcing him to rest his palm against the car window. He easily pinched Song Yu's soft cheek, forcing the boy to look out the window. He met Bo Rancen's gaze, who was talking to the director. "He took you to a hotel last night, didn't he? He wouldn't even let you turn on the lights?" Gu Zeshu was very close, and his mood improved slightly when he realized Song Yu didn't smell like any other stray dogs. "He's here." "Should I tell him you used to keep me, or should I just kiss you?" * The black van had privacy tint on the windows. Bo Rancen hadn't seen Song Yu for over an hour and missed her. So he knocked on the window twice. After a moment, the window slowly rolled down a crack.

Only half of Song Yu's face was visible.

"Bored inside?" Seeing the young man, Bo Rancen's mood automatically improved, even his usually imposing aura softened somewhat.

"It's alright... I'm still resting."

Song Yu's voice came through, muffled and damp, carrying a moist fragrance.

Bo Rancen: "Okay, then you rest first."

The car window slowly closed.

Bo Rancen turned around, and a moment later, his assistant's phone rang: "Hello, Mr. Bo, the person you asked me to investigate has been found."

Inside the car.

Perhaps seeing that Song Yu was behaving well, Gu Zeshu didn't do anything excessive.

He just kept staring at that face, as if he could never get enough of it.

Song Yu sat in the corner with her slender legs together, pursing her lips, not daring to breathe loudly.

Finally, Gu Zeshu moved.

He gently kissed Song Yu's cheek, and before leaving, he said, "Song Yu, don't even think about leaving me."

*

At noon, Song Yu suddenly said she wanted to go back.

Bo Rancen: "Did you find that person?"

Song Yu shook his head: "I'm a little tired, I want to go straight back."

He glanced at the documents in Bo Rancen's hand: "It's okay, if you're busy, I can take a taxi back myself."

"How could I let this opportunity pass by?" Bo Rancen put away the documents, asked his assistant for the car keys, "I'll take you back."

Song Yu whispered: "Thank you."

The car drove on a desolate suburban road.

Song Yu huddled in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, looking absent-minded.

Bo Rancen focused on driving and didn't speak.

The car was unusually quiet.

Soon, Song Yu became sleepy, and just as he was about to close his eyes, the car pulled over to the side of the road.

"Is the car out of gas?"

he asked Bo Rancen.

The man didn't speak, but instead looked at him, his dark eyes unfathomable.

Song Yu had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next second.

"Gu Zeshu—" Bo Rancen drawled, his tone calm, "Do you know him?"

Song Yu was stunned.

"He booked a room at the Xinfeng Hotel once, and you booked one too, not long apart." This information had just been sent by his assistant. The man glanced at the back seat of the car. "And there's the smell of other stray dogs in the car."

Song Yu was stunned.

He nervously clenched the hem of his clothes, twisting it little by little.

"Gu Zeshu is the one who was following you, isn't he?" Bo Rancen didn't relax his gaze on Song Yu's face, his tone not one of questioning. "And he was in the car when I came to find you just now."

The car was quiet, only Song Yu's rapid, disordered breathing could be heard.

After a long pause, he stammered, "We're friends...we recently...we recently had a fight...a really bad one."

"Do you know you're very bad at lying?" Bo Rancen easily saw through his lie. "When you lie, your eyelashes tremble violently, and your ears turn bright red."

Song Yu didn't know what to say.

He felt a little resigned, wanting to admit that he had kept Gu Zeshu as a mistress, so that even if he left this world early, he could still get some points.

But Bo Rancen didn't give him a chance to speak.

"You let him touch you?" Bo Rancen suddenly chuckled, but his tone was deep and unsettling. "I'm curious why you didn't tell me about what he did to you, and even kept it from me."

"I..."

"Did he make you feel good?"

Song Yu froze. "...Wh-what?"

"I went to a hotel with him a few times, and we did what. You'd better tell me the truth, Song Yu." Bo Rancen's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "This is the outskirts of the city. No one will pass by, no matter how loudly you shout."

Song Yu's fingers nervously rubbed against the leather cushion on the seat, his fingertips turning red.

He whispered, "Bo Rancen..."

But the man showed no mercy.

"I can pull you onto my lap whenever I want." Bo Rancen stared at his pink eyelids. "I can do whatever I want with you.

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