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 Song Yu's first reaction was that the mission in this world was going to fail.

The already dim corridor lights were now completely covered by the black blindfold, and Song Yu's eyes were completely black. His body trembled uncontrollably.

Who...

what does he want to do...

Song Yu wanted to calm down. He comforted himself that these small worlds were just data. Even if there were abnormalities or danger to his life, he would just return to the mission space and choose the next small world.

However, the other party's actions made it impossible for him to be optimistic.

Judging from the force, there should be a tall man behind him. His chin would occasionally brush against the top of his head.

Song Yu reached out to take off the blindfold, but the other party grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, making him completely unable to move.

So the courage he had finally mustered up immediately disappeared, leaving only a plea for mercy from his throat.

"Don't, don't do this..."

"I'm poor... I, I have no money..."

"Please let me go..."

The boy's voice was already tinged with sobs. His lips were rubbed red by the fingers and burned. The tears that overflowed wet the blindfold.

He was so frightened he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The person behind him seemed to feel a pang of sympathy, ceasing their stroking of Song Yu's lips, but still holding his arm tightly.

Then, a low, husky voice sounded in his ear.

"Be good."

The other person was wearing a mask; the voice was muffled, the kind that would be impossible to identify even afterward.

Probably a repeat offender.

Sweat mingled with tears on Song Yu's face. He could

n't breathe properly from fear, only able to slightly open his lips.

And then, with that casual movement, he heard the man behind him suddenly breathe heavily. The rough fingers that had been about to leave his chin a second ago curved around and probed inside his open lips.

Perhaps the man's fingers were too long, because Song Yu felt a little nauseous from the pressure, and instinctively used his tongue to push away the intruder in his mouth.

"N-no, uncomfortable..."

Song Yu managed to utter a sticky, saliva-filled voice.

He didn't know if this kind of person had any compassion, but his tongue was already starting to hurt.

"So shallow, of course it's uncomfortable."

Whether the man was confident in his disguise, certain Song Yu wouldn't remember his voice, or if the words were important to him, he practically whispered in Song Yu's ear.

Song Yu's already sensitive earlobes made his legs weak, but with the man's waist pressed firmly against his, he could feel the playfulness in the man's tone, tinged

with a strange undertone.

Song Yu knew it wasn't pleasant, but he dared not say anything more, nor resist.

Fortunately, the man's actions seemed to be just a whim, and he finally stopped making those strange movements.

He had no idea how bad it looked with half his face covered.

Suddenly, something touched the back of his neck, and Song Yu's heart nearly stopped. He whimpered softly, then realized the man was sniffing him again.

He'd encountered a pervert…

why did he always run into people like this?

Song Yu felt like crying.

But soon, he couldn't muster the energy to think about it anymore.

The person behind him took the keys from his pocket; the man was very strong, and he was practically carried into the house.

对方没有开大灯，而是带着他走到床头，将那盏鹅黄色的小夜灯打开了。宋郁能感觉到亮光从缝隙里透出几丝，但对于恢复视线没什么帮助。

很快，他感觉自己被放到了床上，随后，是衣柜被打开的声音。

是来抢钱的吗？

宋郁吸了吸鼻子，声线哆嗦：“那、那里面没钱的……”

对方依旧没说话。

宋郁抿住嘴唇，惊恐地坐在那里。他想过要不要摘下眼罩直接跑掉，或者大声呼喊救命。

可赵燃房间的灯是灭的，对方还没回来。

成功逃掉的可能性为零。

宋郁很快就放弃了这种念头，颤着肩膀等着。

半分钟后，他感觉对方紧挨着他的腿坐下，温度烫的不像话。

宋郁下意识往旁边挪，然而下一秒，他就被捞着腰抱起来，从床上转移到了男人腿上。

要、要做什么……

宋郁吓得脚趾都绷直，整个人僵硬慌张，后背不停地冒着冷汗。

大概是这副模样太狼狈，他听到身后人轻笑了声。

宋郁已经吓得脑子发晕了，一点反抗能力都没有，软手软脚瘫在男人怀里，像个漂亮诱人的菟丝花。

偶尔从鼻间扯出一两下害怕的哭声。

他的眼睛被蒙住，视线被遮挡后整个人都变得更加敏感，一点声音和触碰都受不了。

然而偏偏对方，还总是碰他。

不是太过分的碰，而是……在他头上戴着什么东西。

宋郁很害怕，对方手掌又宽厚又烫，时不时蹭到他脸颊都能带热皮肤，要是捏住他的脑袋随便用力的话……

宋郁不敢再想下去。

头饰有点难戴，男人调整了几次，原本平稳的呼吸都变得急促起来，宋郁吓得连大声呼吸都不敢。

他觉得，只要自己乖一点，不反抗，可能对方就会放过他的。

But… what’s that on his head? It’s so heavy.

About half a minute later, the man was finally satisfied and stopped fiddling with him .

Instead, he turned him around—he was now facing the man directly.

Song Yu could feel how tall the man was. He straddled him, his toes trying to reach the ground, but he couldn’t, so he had to sit obediently in his lap.

He could feel the man staring at him, his gaze direct and naked, as if it were burning him.

Song Yu sniffed. The blindfold was completely soaked with tears and now it was sticky and uncomfortable covering his eyes.

After admiring him, the man hugged him again and whispered in his ear, “Little cat.”

Song Yu’s shoulders stiffened.

He finally knew what the man was putting on his head.

It was the cat-ear dress that Shang Linchu had left there.

Shame made Song Yu’s skin turn pink all over. The black blindfold made his already fair skin look like jade.

His voice was wet and muffled as he cried, “Don’t… don’t do this…”

Song Yu was the kind of person who was very timid and had a very good temper. Despite having played the role of a scumbag in several worlds, he still couldn't change his nature.

He couldn't bring

himself to be righteously harsh with others; at most, he'd muster the courage to utter a few words of criticism, but if the other person's attitude became even slightly firm, he'd immediately back down. He couldn't remain calm in the face of danger. He couldn't control his tears.

He was just a clumsy, spoiled brat.

The damp fabric was already soaked, and the person in his arms seemed very uncomfortable. The more uncomfortable they were, the more they wanted to cry, and they couldn't stop for a while.

But they didn't seem to dare to cry loudly, afraid of bothering the other person with their sobs, only daring to sob quietly, occasionally letting out a sound when they couldn't stop.

So pitiful.

Shen Yize stared at that face for a long time, a strange, contradictory emotion welling up in his heart. Clearly, she was wet and soft from crying; he should be more excited, but besides excitement, there was also the thought of wanting to make her happy.

He thought, if Song Yu's past crush was just a facade of his gentleness, then he was willing to pretend to be like that forever.

But this little kitten was too greedy.

Liking someone didn't stop her from finding other men.

The bedside lamp was switched off with a "snap."

The damp blindfold was removed, and Song Yu felt something soft, hot, and wet touch his cheek.

To be precise, it licked him.

Song Yu was so stunned that he stopped crying.

The other person swallowed his tears, using a hot tongue to eat them meticulously, like a lover.

After thoroughly cleaning his face, the man held him in his arms, patting his back,

as if comforting him .

Despite trembling with fear, Song Yu couldn't help but feel sleepy; his eyelids gradually stuck together, and his head began to droop.

Finally, he fell asleep on the body of a strange, perverted man.

...

When he woke up again, Song Yu was in his own bed.

The bedside lamp was on, and the cat ears he had just put on his head were on the table.

Song Yu's face paled; his attempt to dismiss this terrifying experience as a nightmare was completely shattered. He wrapped himself in the sheet, curled up at the head of the bed,

but the sticky feeling remained on his face.

He remembered the man licking away his tears and whispering something like "The kitten smells so good" in his ear.

He'd really encountered a pervert.

The most perverted one yet.

Song Yu felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced at the wardrobe, afraid the man might suddenly jump out and scare him.

009 didn't react either.

Song Yu sniffed, too afraid to stay in the room any longer.

*

Zhao Ran was unusually working overtime today.

A project had recently come to their construction site, and being one of the more educated among them, he'd started teaching himself computer drawing, and had managed to learn a few things.

He just didn't know if Song Yu had finished all the fruit.

The boy looked delicate, with a small appetite, and Zhao Ran wondered if he should take a cooking class—though he didn't know if Song Yu would stay his neighbor forever.

The thought of possibly never seeing Song Yu again made

Zhao Ran scratch his newly cut short hair. Reaching the third floor, he subconsciously glanced at Song Yu's room.

The light was off; he was probably asleep.

Zhao Ran quietly opened the door. As soon as he entered the room, he sensed something was wrong.

The room smelled too strong.

Song Yu usually stayed here, but the fragrance would gradually disappear after she left. However, today, Zhao Ran could smell a rich fragrance in the room.

After turning on the light, he froze when he saw a small mound on the bed.

The person hiding under the covers, whether awakened by his movements or still awake, peeked out halfway.

"I'm sorry..." Perhaps because she was breathing too hard under the covers, Song Yu's face was flushed, and her voice was muffled, with a drawn-out tone that was unusual for her, "I... I had a nightmare, and I'm afraid to stay in my room anymore."

Zhao Ran's eyelids twitched violently.

He stiffened, forgetting to even change his shoes, and walked to the bedside.

Only when he got closer did he realize that the face looked even more alluring than usual. Zhao Ran didn't go any further, but squatted down beside the bed. The seemingly rugged man's voice softened, carrying a hint of maternal tenderness: "Don't be afraid, I'm here with you now."

"Mmm..."

Entering an unoccupied room and sleeping on the bed was already quite embarrassing; normally, Song Yu would never have done such a thing, but he was simply too terrified. Now that Zhao Ran was back, it wouldn't be right to monopolize the bed.

Song Yu sat up, wrapped in the blanket, his moist eyes looking at him: "I want to sleep with you tonight."

In this world, he felt Zhao Ran was the one he was closest to, so he simply stated his request without asking.

But those words were enough to ignite Zhao Ran's blood. The man's reddened ear tips weren't noticeable under his dark skin; he averted his gaze uncomfortably: "Okay, you can stay wherever you want."

The blanket carried Zhao Ran's clean soap scent, which made Song Yu feel safe.

He was now terrified of that sandalwood-scented perfume, because the pervert who had just held him in his arms smelled like that.

This was the only detail Song Yu could recall after hiding under Zhao Ran's blanket; he dared not think of anything else, the mere thought of it made him tremble with fear. Those teasing, mocking words echoed in his ears again.

The air conditioning wasn't on, and Zhao Ran was already drenched in sweat. He only realized something was wrong when he saw Song Yu still wrapped in the blanket, refusing to loosen it.

Song Yu was timid, but he wouldn't

act like this if it were just a nightmare. His gaze lingered on Song Yu's noticeably swollen lips for two seconds, but Zhao Ran, suspicious, didn't ask him any questions. The boy already looked pitiful enough; he was afraid that if he asked anything more, Song Yu would burst into tears

. He didn't want to see Song Yu cry.

The blanket was so tight that Song Yu's body temperature was very high, and his fragrance was stronger than usual, filling the room with the slightest movement.

Zhao Ran suppressed his inner turmoil and softly asked, "Are you hot? Do you want the air conditioning on?"

Song Yu was certainly hot, but he hadn't even turned on the lights, let alone dared to turn on the air conditioning. He nodded to Zhao Ran.

Zhao Ran didn't say anything more, got up to turn on the air conditioning, and poured Song Yu a glass of water.

"I'm going to take a shower, you can go back to sleep."

But no sooner had he said that than Song Yu reached out from under the covers and hugged his arm.

Zhao Ran froze for a moment, but seeing Song Yu's pale face, he struggled to suppress his filthy thoughts. He reached out and touched Song Yu's hair, only to find it was already soaked with sweat.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yu pouted, and after a long pause, whispered, "Don't leave me alone."

*

Zhao Ran never imagined he'd have the chance to be in the bathroom with Song Yu in his life.

Of course, he wasn't thinking anything of it; he was just afraid of embarrassing himself later.

Song Yu hadn't showered either, and dared not come to the bathroom alone, nor dared she go back to her room.

Finally, Zhao Ran went into the room to help Song Yu pack her change of clothes and toiletries. He was used to serving her and didn't find it troublesome, but when he took the underwear out of the closet, he remembered that Song Yu had lost her underwear before.

Had that underwear thief appeared?

Did he do something to Song Yu?

Zhao Ran's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face and went into the bathroom side by side with Song Yu.

There wasn't much hot water at midnight, so he let Song Yu shower first while he washed up at the sink.

There was a shower curtain in between, so he couldn't see anything, but the sound of the rushing water made Zhao Ran feel itchy like he was being scratched by a cat.

He stared at the mirror and saw the man's Adam's apple bobbing constantly.

Time seemed to drag on forever.

Finally, when Song Yu, still steaming, came out from behind the shower curtain, Zhao Ran grabbed the clothes and quickly ducked inside.

He didn't even dare to look. He didn't want Song Yu to wait any longer and wanted to finish washing as quickly as possible, but when he looked down, he saw that some things were quite uncooperative.

There was no other way but to turn on the cold water and pour it down hard.

But then came Song Yu's soft, gentle voice from the other end: "Is there no hot water?"

Zhao Ran's back stiffened: "Yes... I'm too hot."

"Change to warm water, you'll catch a cold if you wash with cold water."

Realizing that Song Yu was concerned about him, Zhao Ran felt a surge of relief. He said "Okay," and was about to adjust the faucet when he noticed... some dirt on the wall.

He'd only exchanged a few words with Song Yu and... Zhao Ran, embarrassed, took the showerhead down and quickly rinsed the wall clean, afraid of being detected by any odor.

*

It was late at night when they finished showering.

After drying Song Yu's hair with the gentlest warm air, Zhao Ran took out a large Shiba Inu plush toy from the closet.

Song Yu paused, feeling the Shiba Inu looked familiar.

He seemed to have received a smaller one before.

"I bought it on my way home from work one day." Zhao Ran's expression seemed a little unnatural as he handed the plush toy over, "I thought you'd like it."

Song Yu did like it.

Feeling a little better, he tried to place the plush toy on the bed, but found there was no place to put it, and pursed his lips.

Zhao Ran immediately noticed his expression and, thinking he didn't like it, asked nervously, "What kind do you like? I'll buy it tomorrow."

"I like this one." Song Yu sat on the edge of the bed, his face much better than when he was sweating and trembling earlier. "But it seems like there's not enough space."

Zhao Ran pointed to the remaining two-thirds of the space, puzzled, "This side can fit."

Song Yu: "Then you won't be able to sleep."

It took Zhao Ran a full two seconds to react before he waved his hand, stammering, "I... I'll just... sleep on the floor."

Judging from his panicked expression, he was probably not used to two men sleeping together. Song Yu assumed he was straight and became even more dependent on him.

That night, Song Yu occupied the large bed with a Shiba Inu plushie, while Zhao Ran casually spread a straw mat and a thin blanket on the floor and lay down.

Back in his hometown, even when half the wall of the house had collapsed, he could sleep soundly in the cowshed.

But now he couldn't sleep.

He had never met someone like Song Yu in the village before.

Zhao Ran turned over, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, and he could gradually make out Song Yu's outline.

Only when the other person was asleep did he dare to look at them so boldly and brazenly.

The man moved quietly, crawled up to Song Yu, and stared intently at his face.

He couldn't explain why he liked Song Yu, but he was certain that after suffering for over twenty years and living a miserable life, it seemed that all his luck had been used up to meet this person.

The beautiful, delicate Song Yu.

He fell in love with Song Yu at first sight.

After staring for half a minute, Zhao Ran noticed that the boy wasn't sleeping soundly.

He reached out and gently smoothed the boy's bulging brows. The next second, he heard a muffled murmur in his ear.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"Don't, don't do this..."

*

Song Yu didn't sleep soundly, but as if he smelled something reassuring, he managed to sleep intermittently until noon. He

was finally woken up by 009.

[Host, I have checked you. You are fine, and there is no one in the room.]

009 always blocked him at such crucial moments, and Song Yu was already used to it: [Is the other party also a very capable data?] [

Yes, host.] Song Yu thought for a moment, then asked, "

Are all characters with impressive data usually protagonists?"

Hearing an affirmative answer, his urge to call the police vanished instantly.

So far, all the freaks he'd encountered were indeed from the protagonist group; supporting characters generally couldn't match such powerful data. Could a freak really be a protagonist?

After he finished speaking, 009 listed several names.

Hearing familiar names brought back certain images.

Song Yu tried hard to banish those strange images from his mind.

He didn't know why, but knowing the freak was one of the protagonists, he seemed less afraid.

Seeing Song Yu's low spirits and hunger, 009 decided to postpone the mission until the afternoon.

The aroma of food filled the room. Song Yu sniffed, looked up, and saw Zhao Ran carrying dishes out of the kitchen. Seeing him awake, Zhao Ran put down the plates: "Are you hungry?"

Song Yu's gaze fell on the food, and he nodded blankly.

Zhao Ran resisted the urge to pinch Song Yu's cheek, took off his apron, and grabbed the basin Song Yu used for washing up: "Let's go, go wash up in the bathroom, then we can eat."

Song Yu had just woken up and was easily fooled, subconsciously following him. It wasn't until the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed out was placed to his lips that he snapped out of his daze.

Why was he being treated like a little good-for-nothing?

Thinking about how he needed someone to accompany him to take a bath last night, Song Yu's cheeks burned: "I can do it myself!"

Zhao Ran, whose toothbrush had been taken away, felt the soft fingertips brush against the back of his hand, paused for a moment, and then stared at the skin on the back of his hand.

Song Yu was always slow at everything, but today, with Zhao Ran watching over him, he moved much faster than usual.

The two returned to the room and sat at the table. Song Yu hardly needed to pick up any food himself; his bowl was piled high like a small mountain.

Song Yu couldn't eat more than half of it, but feeling bad that Zhao Ran had worked so hard to prepare it, he felt bad leaving any, so he chewed slowly, taking small bites.

Zhao Ran noticed something: "Are you full?"

Song Yu had just nodded when he felt his bowl being taken away. Zhao Ran unceremoniously stuffed the leftover food from his bowl into his mouth.

Song Yu felt a little embarrassed, but figured Zhao Ran probably didn't want to waste food, so he didn't say anything.

After finishing, Song Yu offered to help clear the table, but Zhao Ran was too quick and efficient; he couldn't help at all and was even pushed into the living room to enjoy the air conditioning.

The living room was spotless, Zhao Ran had put away the things he'd slept on the floor last night, and his dirty clothes were gone.

His own clothes were neatly hung on a simple clothes rack.

Among them were the two pieces he'd given to Song Yu.

Song Yu went to the kitchen, where Zhao Ran was washing dishes, still wearing his usual faded black T-shirt. He thought it was because the clothes he'd bought didn't fit: "Brother Zhao, are the clothes I gave you uncomfortable?"

Zhao Ran glanced at him.

Song Yu was standing by the kitchen door, watching him wash the dishes.

It was a bit like a young wife watching her husband.

Zhao Ran suppressed the thoughts that would have made him happy for days, afraid of upsetting Song Yu, and explained, "Washing dishes gets dirty, I'm afraid the clothes you gave me will get oily."

"Wear them when you go out."

Song Yu hadn't expected Zhao Ran to cherish the two pieces of clothing he'd casually bought online. He thought, 

"I'll give him a few more when I get paid." After saying that, Zhao Ran turned back to washing the dishes. Seeing his unhurried movements, Song Yu asked, 

"Brother Zhao, aren't you working today?" "Yeah, I took the day off." A echnician is coming to install surveillance cameras later." Zhao Ran rinsed the soap off his hands and turned off the faucet. 

"Did someone bully you last night?" Song Yu paused. He had actually considered telling Zhao Ran about it, after all, the other was the only person he trusted now. 

But thinking about what that pervert had done to him, he was ashamed to speak. Besides, Zhao Ran was a very warm person, and telling him might cause him more trouble. 

He had already troubled him so much last night. Song Yu pursed his lips; the feeling of that person's touch on his lips last night seemed to still linger. 

His brows furrowed in embarrassment: "You... how did you know..." 

"I heard you talking in your sleep." 

A subtle, undetectable emotion flickered in Zhao Ran's usually honest black eyes. "Speak, stop messing with your tongue. "

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