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 When Song Yu was startled, the corners of her eyes would turn red.

It was like a strong rose juice staining them.

Even with a pure and innocent expression, it would tempt people to have delusions.

So, Chen Shuan abandoned reason.

He chose the most primal desire.

The boy's lips were very soft. With just a light touch, his lips would automatically be pressed open.

Then, the fragrances he usually smelled would rush into his mouth, making the man's scalp tingle and unable to stop trembling.

It was very sweet.

Chen Shuan was usually indifferent and quiet, but that did not prevent him from being a possessive and domineering person. He needed to control everything.

When Song Yu was uncomfortable from his deep kiss and subconsciously retreated, he pressed down on the back of the other's head with his large and powerful palm without saying a word.

His slender fingers pinched along the back of the neck little by little.

It was like comforting an uneasy lover, or like a wild beast biting its mate's neck, leaving it nowhere to escape.

...

The pollutants, awakened by the faint whimpers and continuous splashing sounds from the warehouse, opened their gaping maws, eager to find the culprit that had disturbed his peaceful slumber.

When Song Yu was released, he saw countless branches and leaves gliding past him.

It...it's awake...will it find him?

Song Yu couldn't smell his own scent, but Chen Shu'an's crisp, woody fragrance lingered around him.

He shrank back into the man's arms in fear, completely forgetting what he had just done inappropriately.

The branches slowly slid across the ground, the sound sending chills down his spine. Song Yu's scalp tingled, yet he dared not even breathe loudly.

But the next moment, he felt breath on his skin—

Chen Shu'an was kissing him.

Song Yu was incredulous, his slender white fingers tugging at his hair, trying to stop him.

But this man's hair was so stiff; besides making his fingers red, it had no effect whatsoever.

Song Yu dared not make too much noise, afraid of attracting the monster, so he could only reluctantly stop struggling. Occasionally, when the other party went too far, he only dared to suppress his voice.

Finally, after patrolling back and forth three times, the monster lay back down to rest.

Song Yu's cheeks were already wet with tears, and his neck was sticky. He felt terribly uncomfortable. He sniffed his pink nose, still feeling dizzy as the man held him in his arms, wondering how someone who wasn't a superhuman could be so strong. It seemed like he could even lift him.

The two left the warehouse.

Once they were completely in the safe zone, Chen Shuan put him down.

The dazed expression on Song Yu's face finally disappeared. Realizing that the other party's behavior was like that of a lecher, he was both angry and ashamed. He wanted to curse, but he didn't know how to curse at all.

In the end, he could only kick him hard.

Chen Shuan was slightly surprised by the force of the kick. He saw the handsome young man opposite him with a blushing face, his neck covered in kiss marks, even his eyelids were pink from the kisses.

Chen Shuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he apologized, "I'm sorry."

Song Yu could tell there was no remorse in his voice. He didn't want to talk to him anymore and angrily reached out, "Give me the first-aid kit!"

Chen Shuan was completely different this time, obediently handing over the kit.

Song Yu carried the kit forward, leaving Chen Shuan behind.

As soon as they arrived at the base, someone noticed the first-aid kit in his hand and asked in surprise, "Did you get this?"

Song Yu was still angry and mumbled a "yes."

Everyone was drawn over, and when they saw that he had actually brought back a kit of medicine, they began to look at him with new respect. In addition, Song Yu had been working hard lately, which had already changed everyone's opinion of him.

"You're really amazing!"

"We'll have the captain reward you with something later!"

"Let me see, wow, so many medicines!"

Song Yu: "?"

Everyone's attitude, so different from the original plot, made him forget his anger. His misty eyes slowly widened.

What's going on?

Weren't they supposed to criticize and dislike him? Why are they all... praising him?

So Song Yu deliberately threw mud at himself: "There was a huge monster over there, I stole it from it!"

Soon, everyone's attention shifted from the medicine box to Song Yu.

He's being so inconsiderate, shouldn't they scold him?

Song Yu stood there, waiting for everyone's accusations, but the next moment—

"Are you alright?!"

"It's all my fault, I didn't watch the door properly."

"Quickly check if you're injured, otherwise the captain and the others will go crazy when they get back?!"

Song Yu: "..."

Soon, someone noticed the unnatural color of Song Yu's lips: "Hey, Song Yu, your lips are so red, are you poisoned?!"

Song Yu paused and shook her head: "...No."

"Poisoning shouldn't be this color, it looks bright red, so pretty, poisoning should be purple."

"Maybe Song Yu is so good-looking that even poisoning looks good?"

"I think it's an allergic reaction, some people get allergic reactions when they encounter monsters, right?"

"There are also red spots on your neck, were you bitten by mosquitoes?"

Just as everyone was arguing, Qin Fei and Jiang Ran returned from their mission.

Seeing Song Yu surrounded by so many men, looking so small, Qin Fei thought she had been bullied and immediately asked what was going on.

Someone reacted quickly and said, "Captain Qin, Song Yu found a first-aid kit outside the base!"

Qin Fei's back stiffened, and he immediately looked at Song Yu to check if the boy was injured.

He saw Song Yu with pink cheeks,

clearly having been kissed .

Suppressing his jealousy, Qin Fei asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No..."

Song Yu noticed the gaze on his neck, his ears burning, and he stood there somewhat flustered.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered his neck.

Chen Shu'an glanced at the crowd that had gathered around: "I'll check on him. You can take the first-aid kit to the infirmary for sorting."

People always admire strength, and everyone held Chen Shu'an, a genius research expert, in high esteem. As soon as he spoke, their bodies obeyed.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Jiang Ran saw that Qin Fei and Chen Shu'an's auras clashed, as if they were about to fight, so he immediately pulled them away.

Song Yu felt Chen Shuan's hand still on his neck, so he immediately turned his face away, ignored him, and went upstairs.

He had 009 turn into a small mirror before he could see what he looked like.

His cheeks were wet and red, and his lips were swollen; he looked utterly disrespectful.

They wouldn't think he was the kind of philanderer who would kiss even a passing monster, would they?

Hmm… anyway, the mission was complete, only one last one remained, and his time in this world was running out.

Song Yu was already terrified and frightened, and Chen Shuan's kiss had left his legs weak. The moment his head hit the pillow, his eyelids felt glued shut.

He took off his shoes, fought off his sleepiness, changed into his pajamas, and then snuggled under the covers.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely thought that the little vine hadn't followed him…

*

This sleep was very restless.

Song Yu had several intermittent dreams. One night he dreamt of being entangled by a giant pitcher plant, getting tighter and tighter until his whole body ached; another night he dreamt of someone pinching his chin, sucking his lips until they ached… Finally, when he woke up, his entire back was covered in a cold sweat.

Song Yu sat on the bed for a while; his dizziness had subsided, but because of the sweat, his clothes stuck to his back, making him very uncomfortable.

He got out of bed and checked the time; it was already 12:30 AM… He quickly packed his change of clothes, put his toiletries in a basin, and prepared to leave.

He almost bumped into someone as soon as he opened the door.

Song Yu looked up and, upon seeing Chen Shu'an, his face immediately fell.

The other man's gaze was undisguised and direct.

Song Yu felt a sting from the man's gaze and instinctively took a few steps back, his small face cold as he said, "What are you doing standing at the door?"

"Waiting for you." Chen Shu'an finally deigned to look away, handing the bouquet of flowers behind him to the boy.

Song Yu froze.

It was a small bunch of wildflowers, neatly trimmed, with the petals sprinkled with water—clearly carefully prepared.

Since arriving at the new base, Song Yu hadn't seen the vines or the flowers again. To be honest, he had somewhat liked them.

But thinking about what the other person had done during the day, he didn't want to take it: "I don't want what you gave me."

Chen Shu'an didn't move: "Why?"

Song Yu thought for a moment: "Because you're a bad person."

Being called bad by the boy, Chen Shu'an's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He took two steps into the house and touched the boy's face with a flower petal: "I grew these myself."

It sounded like he was trying to please him, or perhaps deliberately trying to gain sympathy.

Especially since he said it with that indifferent expression.

Sure enough, Song Yu's heart softened. He put down the basin, took the bouquet, and sniffed it like a kitten.

The fragrance was light and pleasant.

Song Yu's brows relaxed.

009: [Host, Chen Shu'an is staring at you.]

His eyes were fixed.

Perhaps realizing he'd been too agreeable, Song Yu's smile faded, her face hardening. "I've accepted it. Is there anything else?"

Seeing the man's lips move, she interrupted, "Even if there is, it won't work. I'm going to take a shower."

Chen Shu'an turned slightly to the side. "Then go ahead and shower. I'll wait for you here."

"..."

Song Yu suddenly felt this man was a bit dense.

Having accepted flowers, he felt embarrassed to act childish and demand an explanation.

"I..." When it came time to speak, Chen Shu'an couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Actually, there wasn't anything wrong.

It was just that reason had been clouded by emotion; he simply wanted to see the person who kept popping into his mind.

After all these years, Chen Shu'an had finally come to his senses, and he'd only met someone as beautiful as Song Yu.

She had a boyfriend, which he'd kept to himself, but after hearing the news of their breakup, he couldn't suppress his feelings anymore.

Especially after kissing her today, he'd lost all sense of principle.

After a moment, Chen Shu'an pulled himself together and took out some SIM cards from his pocket.

These SIM cards were expensive and rare; one could be exchanged for a considerable amount of supplies.

"These are for you,"

the man said casually.

Song Yu suddenly had the illusion that the man was about to hand over his salary to him, and wanted to refuse, but then an OOC warning went off.

Song Yu: "..."

He reluctantly said, "Who wants these? I have my own money."

Chen Shuan silently took back the card.

Song Yu put down the flowers and saw him standing there, neither leaving nor speaking, and was confused: "Is there anything else?"

Chen Shuan stared at him: "I want to kiss you."

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly.

He didn't expect that someone who was usually so aloof would be so direct about these things.

"...No." He frowned, "I'm going to take a shower."

But the man wouldn't move. His

tall and imposing body completely blocked the door, and his shadow fell on Song Yu.

The two began to stand still.

After a while, Song Yu felt his fingers being pulled.

The man forcefully rubbed along the soft flesh of his fingertip, watching it turn red little by little, as if he had encountered some new and interesting toy.

Song Yu realized that the people he encountered were really patient when it came to rubbing him.

"Your room smells so good," Chen Shuan suddenly said, and then one sentence after another, unable to stop.

"You smell good too."

"When I held you, you were so soft. Why does your breath smell so good?"

"..." Song Yu's eyes burned with embarrassment. He didn't have the energy to chat with the other person, and his voice became pitiful: "I'm so tired... I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep."

Chen Shuan finally let go of him.

Just when Song Yu thought that the stubborn man opposite him had finally come to his senses, the other person suddenly gently touched his cheek.

The kiss was very light, with a bit of the dampness of the night breeze, and when it landed on his cheek, it felt like being brushed by a feather.

"Good night."

He heard the man whisper in his ear in a light voice.

...

There was not many people in the bathroom. Song Yu asked 009 to play some funny jokes and played them loudly in his head to control himself from having wild thoughts.

By the time he finished showering, it was already midnight.

Song Yu's fair and smooth skin was pink from the hot water, and he looked wet and soft. His half-dry hair was messy and frizzy.

He thought he could finally lie down comfortably, but when he reached the room door, Shen Songchen, who hadn't spoken for a while, was standing there, clearly waiting for him.

One after another…

Song Yu lowered his eyes, trying to pretend he didn't see them and walk past them to go back to his room.

But this attitude only made the other man's face darken further, and he cut to the chase: "Chen Shuan kissed you, didn't he?"

"Your lips were sucked so hard, they're all swollen."

The incredibly embarrassing words made Song Yu turn around, glaring at Shen Songchen, trying to remind him, "We've broken up, don't bother me anymore."

The boy's proactive distancing made Shen Songchen unable to remain calm: "He's been eyeing you for a long time. He's been following you around like a dog, sniffing you whenever he's not looking."

If anyone else were present, they would surely tell Shen Songchen disdainfully—"

You're the one who's like a dog, belittling your competitors when you can't get attention."

Song Yu's cheeks burned from these absurd words. He threw down a "Don't talk to me again!" and slammed the door shut.

The man was left standing there, frozen, eyes downcast, expression unreadable.

*

After all this, Song Yu had a rare bout of insomnia, finally falling asleep just before dawn.

Fortunately, his sleep was deep, lasting until noon.

It was just as the cafeteria opened, so Song Yu quickly washed up and went downstairs, getting his food and choosing a less crowded spot.

A moment later, someone sat down opposite him and placed a bottle of milk next to his plate.

Song Yu looked up and, upon seeing the bruise on Chen Shuan's lip, exclaimed in surprise, "What happened to your face?"

Chen Shuan casually replied, "I bumped into something."

Someone so tall bumping into someone's face...

Even if Song Yu was dense, he knew this was just an excuse.

He opened his mouth, about to say something more, when he saw Shen Songchen, his left hand bandaged, walk past him.

Song Yu's eyes widened: [009, what happened?]

009: [They fought last night.]

Song Yu was incredulous: "..."

009: [By the way, Shen Songchen's arm is fine. He's just pretending to be pitiful. Host, don't forget he has healing abilities; he can heal his wounds on his own.]

Reminded, Song Yu remembered this.

He almost fell for it... Shen Songchen lied again.

But the fight was probably real.

Song Yu stared at the bruise on Chen Shuan's lip, completely unable to believe that such a composed and mature person could get into a fight.

He could vaguely guess why the two had fought.

Although it didn't seem serious, Song Yu still asked 009 about their injuries.

"Just superficial wounds," 009 said, then added, "By the way, host, it was a group fight last night."

Song Yu: "?"

Before he could ask anything more, someone suddenly shouted, "Captain Qin, what happened to your face? I didn't see any injuries on your mission yesterday."

Song Yu paused and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

Qin Fei had a small cut on his cheek.

Jiang Ran, standing beside him, also had a bruise on his face.

Song Yu was completely stunned.

Despite his injury, Qin Fei didn't seem ashamed as the others. He greeted Song Yu openly and even offered, "My face hurts so much, Xiao Yu, could you help me put some medicine on it later?"

Song Yu slowly replied with an "Oh."

Chen Shu'an glanced at Qin Fei indifferently, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Upon hearing Song Yu agree to help Qin Fei apply medicine, Jiang Ran immediately pointed to his face and grinned, "I'm injured too, can you put some medicine on me too?"

Qin Fei patted him on the shoulder, "Get lost, you always meddling in everything."

Jiang Ran retorted, "If it weren't for helping you, would I be like this? What's wrong with Xiao Yu applying medicine for me now? I even specifically said I'd do it while I'm at it."

Song Yu silently complained to 009: [A bit noisy.]

009: ...

This is nothing, it's much noisier in his space.

Ten minutes later, the group who came out of the cafeteria to continue working were shocked by the scene before them—

the tall, outstanding men in the base were all sitting in chairs with bruises and swelling, waiting for the young man to apply medicine to their wounds.

For a moment, they hallucinated as male concubines waiting to be favored.

Everyone: "..."

This scene is truly unforgettable.

Especially after hearing these seemingly calm men fight each other, their filter shattered.

However, if it was for Song Yu, it was quite reasonable.

Countless gazes fell upon the tall, slender, and refined young man. Song Yu was undoubtedly an unparalleled sight in this desolate world.

It was unclear when it started, but everyone's impression of Song Yu shifted from "always flirting with men" to "always being pestered by men," and some even began to sympathize with him.

*

As the base continued to grow, the progress bar reached 95%.

Song Yu only had one mission left, but his living environment was currently safe. The number of ability users in the base was increasing, and non-ability users weren't sent on missions; the base had ample supplies, and everyone got along well.

Chen Shuan's vaccine experiment had also made substantial progress.

However, the remaining mission would only be available after the plot progressed.

The specific plot would require speculation.

Song Yu wasn't in a rush, but the constant, subtle attention from several men was getting a bit overwhelming.

His persona didn't allow him to refuse.

Fortunately, while these men were clingy, they still maintained boundaries. Song Yu spent most of his time alone. After a while, he stared out the window, occasionally thinking of the little vine.

He wondered if it had returned to human form.

He should have brought it with him when he came to the new base.

However, Song Yu couldn't guarantee that the vine wouldn't attack others, so bringing it wasn't a good idea.

Two more days passed. In the afternoon, two unfamiliar cars arrived outside the base, and a group of about seven or eight people got out, several of whom were superhumans.

One of the leaders, dressed in black and looking very capable, found Qin Fei, and after chatting for a while, they gathered for a meeting that evening. This group introduced themselves to the others.

They were all former superhumans from the main base, but were expelled for dissatisfaction with the management style of the higher-ups. Now, knowing about the conspiracy of the main base, they planned to join forces with the recently infamous 07 base to bring them down.

"I have an inside man. I heard they've been fighting fiercely recently, and their power has been greatly reduced," the leader, named A Zhao, glanced at Qin Fei and the others, "Now is the perfect opportunity."

Indeed, the main base had always been something Qin Fei and his group feared. As long as these people were around, Song Yu would still be in danger.

It was just that they didn't yet have the ability to wage war against them, which was why they remained inactive.

The addition of Azhao's team did indeed increase their chances of victory.

After the vote, the majority of people supported taking down the group at the main base.

After a night's rest, the next day, the leaders first discussed the operational plan for the assault on the main base, and then gathered everyone to prepare for other support work.

Song Yu initially tried to listen, but after less than five minutes, he could no longer understand, so he only wrote down what he needed to do.

Over the next few days, the base staff added another layer of protection to the entire apartment and gave everyone two bottles of odor-masking agent developed by Chen Shuan to prevent accidental contact with contaminants.

After these preparations, the team of about twenty people prepared to set off.

Chen Shuan was not a superhuman, but because some resources were left at the base, he would also go, but a day later than them.

Jiang Ran and two or three superhumans from A Zhao's team remained at the base as the first layer of protection.

Although according to the plot, the main characters would definitely win, Song Yu still bought a protective umbrella from 009, attached it to the flower specimen he had made, and gave it to the group before departure.

The group carefully hid it in the inner pocket of their coats.

The team set off as the sun set.

The base quieted down considerably as dusk settled. Song Yu, having listened to much he couldn't understand these past two days, planned to rest well tonight and await the final plot development.

Just as he lay down, there was a knock at the door.

Song Yu opened it to find Chen Shu'an.

He remembered… the other man was leaving tomorrow morning.

Chen Shu'an was probably the busiest, attending meetings during the day and working overtime on experiments at night.

The man looked somewhat weary.

He reached out to Song Yu, indicating he wanted the flower specimens that the other men had.

Then, his palm warmed—

Song Yu's soft face pressed against his palm.

Chen Shu'an froze.

Staring into those innocent, light-colored eyes, he almost instinctively pressed his lips to Song Yu's.

A very light touch,

yet full of love and tenderness.

Song Yu was a little dazed from the kiss. Recovering quickly, he covered his mouth, his muffled voice coming through his hand: "Don't kiss me again..."

"I won't hold it against you for lying to me last time."

As if suddenly electrified, Chen Shu'an felt a surge of energy from his limbs to his heart. He didn't agree to Song Yu's promise not to kiss him: "Specimen."

Song Yu was slow to react: "What?"

"The specimens you gave to other people." Chen Shu'an added, "But not me."

...Hmm?

He seemed a little aggrieved?

Song Yu said "Oh," and immediately ran to the table, opening the drawer.

He was actually prepared, but the man's sudden reach caught him off guard.

Song Yu handed the specimen to Chen Shu'an, thinking the man would leave, but the man didn't seem inclined to go, glancing at his bed instead.

Song Yu instinctively felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, he was embraced by the man.

Chen Shu'an rested his chin on the boy's neck, taking a deep breath, his voice low and muffled.

"I got the handkerchief dirty, and it doesn't smell like you anymore after I washed it."

"Sleepy."

"I haven't slept for days."

After saying this, Chen Shuan released the person again, his dark eyes fixed intently on the person in front of him.

It was as if he were silently pleading for something.

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