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 Song Yu's mind was in a mess. Before he could process what was said, Bo Chi came over with a cold face.

The tall and strong man squeezed between Song Yu and Gu Zeshu, making the already narrow space even more impenetrable.

Gu Zeshu moved away to the side in disgust.

Bo Chi didn't care about him at all. He hoped that he would stay as far away from Song Yu as possible. The video of the two accidentally kissing was still on his phone. Every time he watched it, his disgust for Gu Zeshu deepened.

He regretted even more that he should have let Song Yu pick him up from the hospital.

"Young Master Bo!" Wang Xiao, who was about to leave, saw that someone had just arrived. To save him from having to look for Bo Chi later, he immediately handed over his phone.

Bo Chi glanced at it and his face stiffened.

He knew that Song Yu had been to that hotel. After all, he had been squatting there like an abandoned husband for a whole night.

But he had never dared to face what happened afterward. He only thought that Song Yu had gone to see her online boyfriend.

He never expected that this online boyfriend was Gu Zeshu.

Song Yu also noticed Bo Chi's expression and thought the mission was nearing completion. He

then shifted his attention to Gu Zeshu, who had been drinking.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the man.

Sure enough, 009 was right; that drink was spiked.

Gu Zeshu's face remained normal, but his ears were already turning red.

What to do?

Song Yu wanted to ask 009 if there was an antidote, but no one answered after several calls.

Seeing Song Yu's panicked expression and Bo Chi's gloomy face, Wang Xiao assumed Bo Chi would definitely lash out at Song Yu, and became even more smug: "Young Master Bo, this is only a small part of the photos; there are even more unspeakable ones, you—"

He stopped mid-sentence, looking up and being stunned by Bo Chi's chilling, almost murderous gaze.

Even without power, the blood of the Bo family flowed in his veins. Bo Chi's focused gaze sent a chill down Wang Xiao's spine.

He didn't dare speak again, waiting to see the show.

However, Bo Chi addressed him coldly, "What are you doing?"

Wang Xiao was stunned.

Why was this different from what he had imagined? Why was he being questioned?

He wanted to say something more, but his companion had already realized that Song Yu held a special place in Bo Chi's heart and immediately pulled him back to shut up.

However, it was too late.

Bo Chi had come to support Song Yu. He waved to Qin Zhou, who was not far away. The Bo and Qin families were of equal status and were considered old friends. Qin Zhou immediately came over, "What's wrong?"

"Why would you invite such trash to your birthday party?" Bo Chi chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Qin Zhou immediately knew that this person had crossed Bo Chi's bottom line. He glanced at Wang Xiao, "I don't remember. Who brought him in?"

Wang Xiao's companion looked away guiltily.

Admitting it at this time would be going against the Bo and Zhou families. It was obvious what they would abandon in the face of interests.

Wang Xiao also realized something, and his face stiffened, "Young Master Bo, I'll delete it immediately!"

He then quickly deleted the photos.

Unfortunately, when he looked up and saw Bo Chi's expression, he knew it was too late. Even deleting it wouldn't help; he'd run into a brick wall.

He just hadn't expected that the son of a nouveau riche would receive such tenderness from Bo Chi, even attracting the attention of the banquet's main figures.

And it wasn't just Bo Chi; even Gu Zeshu seemed infatuated with Song Yu.

As Wang Xiao was being escorted out by the banquet security, he saw the arrogant and haughty young master of the Bo family kneeling down to wipe the cream off Song Yu's shoes.

*

The mission was successful, but the result seemed quite different from the original plot.

Song Yu felt no joy at receiving the points.

After seeing the photo, Bo Chi didn't question him or order an investigation into his relationship with Gu Zeshu; instead, he had Wang Xiao thrown out.

"Scared?" Bo Chi, seeing Song Yu's blank expression, handed him a drink. "If you're not feeling well, I'll take you home early."

He seemed to still be very kind to him.

How could he be like this?

Why didn't he dislike him?

Song Yu was too embarrassed to cause trouble. But he didn't want to leave yet: "I want to wander around by myself."

Bo Chi's expression froze for a moment.

Song Yu had been absent-minded ever since he saw Gu Zeshu, and now he said he wanted to wander around by himself; his purpose was obvious.

Bo Chi wanted to follow, but he was afraid that Song Yu would dislike him if he did, so he reluctantly said, "Go ahead, but don't wander off."

The manor was large, and 009 didn't respond, so Song Yu had to find it himself. His suit jacket was wrapped in layers, and he was so hot that he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The ends of his hair were stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and his lips were red.

In the end, only the restroom was left to look for.

Song Yu went in, but no one was there. He called out, "Gu Zeshu?"

There was no response.

He probably wasn't there; he had probably already gone back.

Just as Song Yu was about to leave, he heard a muffled groan coming from one of the stalls.

"...Gu Zeshu?"

Song Yu immediately ran to the stall door and pushed it open—

Gu Zeshu was sitting on the toilet, his suit and shirt torn open, buttons popping off to the floor. His face was damp, as if he had just washed it, water running down his muscular chest.

The man's lips were tightly pressed together, and he opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

His eyes were slightly red as he glanced at the boy standing in front of him, his voice hoarse and humble: "Xiao Yu..."

Song Yu snapped out of his daze and immediately went in to help him up.

But his fingers accidentally touched the other's forehead, and he recoiled from the heat.

So hot.

Song Yu called out "009" again, but there was still no response.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Song Yu asked worriedly. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"I don't want to go." Gu Zeshu's voice was completely hoarse. He rubbed his face against the boy's cool fingers, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. "Xiao Yu, touch me more..."

"Please."

Song Yu was stunned, only then realizing that Gu Zeshu was rubbing his face against his hand. He

must be very hot and uncomfortable.

Song Yu couldn't bear to see him like this, so he placed his other hand over as well: "Does this feel better?"

Gu Zeshu didn't speak, continuing to rub his face against Song Yu's hand.

Song Yu's palms quickly turned red from the heat. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go wash my hands and put the patch on you when they're cool, okay?"

As soon as the man heard that he was leaving, it was as if some nerve had been triggered. The next second, he grabbed Song Yu's waist and pulled him onto his lap.

Song Yu gasped in fright, falling forward and bumping his chest against Gu Zeshu's face.

He tried to back away to see if the other man was hurt, but Gu Zeshu remained pressed against his chest, refusing to let go.

"Hold me, please..."

Gu Zeshu's voice sounded pained. Song Yu couldn't bear it and didn't move, but being held on his lap like this was also uncomfortable.

The man's body was very hot; he was straddling him, and the soft flesh on the inside of his thighs was burning uncomfortably, his toes unable to touch the ground.

The man's hair kept brushing against his chin ,

causing both pain and itchiness.

Song Yu pursed his lips, occasionally letting out a soft moan.

The veins on the man's forehead and neck were bulging, and he was sweating profusely. The cool, minty scent made Song Yu feel drowsy.

He didn't know how long he had been held, but he unconsciously shifted his position on the other man's lap, only to hear a muffled groan and heavier breathing.

"How are you? Are you still..."

Song Yu suddenly stopped talking.

The small cubicle was stagnant, and a distinctly masculine scent wafted over. Song Yu suddenly realized what was happening, and his cheeks flushed.

This was normal.

It was nothing.

Song Yu ignored it, lowering his eyes to look at Gu Zeshu, suppressing his embarrassment: "Can you stand up now? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No need." Gu Zeshu's voice was hoarse, his eyes, though slightly languid, were moist as he stared intently at him.

Song Yu looked away.

Gu Zeshu said, "Thank you."

"Hmm..." Song Yu moved his lips, about to say something more, when Bo Chi's urgent voice came from outside—

"Xiao Yu! Song Yu! Are you there?"

Song Yu was lifted down. Then, Gu Zeshu also stood up. He bent down, took a wet wipe from his pocket, tore open the packaging with his mouth, and gently wiped the other person's face.

He seemed completely unconcerned about being soaked in sweat and his clothes being dirty.

Instead, he carefully and gently wiped the fine sweat from the boy's nose.

Afterward, he put the wipe away and reached up to tuck his sweaty hair behind his ear.

When Bo Chi rushed to the door, he saw the two of them crammed into the small cubicle—Song Yu's face was slightly flushed, his shirt wrinkled at the chest; while Gu Zeshu's indifferent expression carried a hint of satisfaction, his veins still bulging, as he slowly buttoned his suit jacket.

A certain scent filled the air.

A scent every man would recognize.

Bo Chi's face immediately froze. He grabbed Song Yu's hand, too lazy to even glance at Gu Zeshu, afraid that another look would trigger a punch.

"Wait..." Song Yu glanced worriedly at Gu Zeshu, then said to Bo Chi, "He's been drugged, he needs to go to the hospital."

Hearing "drugged," Bo Chi's expression worsened. He scoffed, his tone full of sarcasm: "Going to the hospital isn't necessary, it'll only take three minutes."

...Huh?

Song Yu didn't react, continuing to tug at his sleeve, pleading, "If not the hospital, at least have someone take him home."

The boy's pleading expression was truly pitiful, and Bo Chi couldn't bear to refuse. With a cold face, he called for help. After hanging up the phone, he took Song Yu's hand again: "Can we go now?"

Song Yu glanced at Gu Zeshu worriedly; the other's voice was still a little hoarse: "I'm fine."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and obediently let Bo Chi take him away.

Only Gu Zeshu remained in the restroom. He walked to the mirror, staring at his disheveled reflection, his breathing becoming heavier.

He took a wet wipe from his pocket and inhaled the lingering scent, a

look of fascination on his face.

*

Song Yu was immediately taken back to the car by Bo Chi.

The two sat in the back seat, and for some reason, Song Yu felt a little cramped.

He glanced to Bo Chi's left.

There was clearly plenty of room; why was he being squeezed in?

"Whoosh"—the

curtain was pulled down, blocking the driver's view and making the car feel even smaller and more crowded.

Bo Chi leaned closer, his hot breath falling on Song Yu's soft cheek. The man's gaze made the boy instinctively feel threatened; he pursed his lips and shrank back towards the window.

However, there wasn't much room left.

With his back pressed against the cold car window, Bo Chi leaned closer, his face full of displeasure: "You helped him?"

Song Yu was slow to react: "What?"

"That kind of thing."

"Hmm?" "

..."

The air fell silent. Looking at Song Yu's innocent expression, Bo Chi felt too embarrassed to say those things, so he simply checked himself.

He first pinched Song Yu's cheek and smelled his mouth. Then, as if confirming something, his expression softened. He then lowered his head and smelled the boy's soft, white hands.

Thankfully, they were clean.

He probably just held him in his arms and came out; how pathetic.

A hint of disdain flashed in Bo Chi's eyes: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Song Yu shook his head, then asked worriedly, "Is that kind of drug harmful to the body?"

"A few cold showers will do the trick. He's a grown man; why are you so worried about him?" Bo Chi felt a pang of bitterness and grievance. He could probably guess that Gu Zeshu was Song Yu's online boyfriend.

They had already broken up, and Song Yu knew that Gu Zeshu had been drugged, yet he still went to see him. Wasn't he afraid that the other man might actually do something to him?

Or was it that she deliberately went to kiss him?

Bo Chi remained silent the rest of the way. After taking Song Yu home, he didn't even enter the house before going downstairs.

Song Yu could sense his unhappiness.

After all, his former betrothed had been taken by his lackey; who wouldn't be unhappy?

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before he was homeless.

[Host, he's just heartbroken.]

009's voice suddenly rang out.

Song Yu was overjoyed: [You're finally free!]

He didn't care about 009 mentioning Bo Chi's heartbreak and immediately asked about Gu Zeshu's situation: [Can Gu Zeshu's medicine be countered?]

009 had actually used the antidote the moment Gu Zeshu drank it, however… the power of the fragments was too strong, subconsciously rendering the medicine ineffective.

009: [Sorry…]

Song Yu was somewhat disappointed: [Then what is he doing now?]

009's location: [He's in the bathroom at home, taking a cold shower.] Then, it comforted the host: "

Don't worry, he has the protagonist's halo, this medicine won't harm his body, it's just that tonight will be a bit tough." Since

the antidote couldn't be used and the other party refused to go to the hospital, Song Yu was at a loss.

Wearing a formal suit all day was restrictive, so he took it off and went straight to the bathroom.

After washing up, it was already nine o'clock at night. Song Yu lay on the bed looking at his phone.

His phone was unusually quiet tonight; no one had messaged him.

Only his father had called twice in the afternoon, presumably because he hadn't received an invitation and was being stopped at the banquet entrance, asking him to bring them in.

Luckily, he had silenced it beforehand.

His key task in the afternoon had been completed, and points had been earned, but since neither of the two main attackers had discovered his affair with Gu Zeshu, the progress bar hadn't increased.

Song Yu then remembered what 009 had said when it was released: "【Why did you say Bo Chi was unhappy?】"

The host is so oblivious and cute,

009 thought to itself.

On the surface, it repeated its words: "【Host, I said he must be heartbroken】."

Song Yu nodded.

He thought for a moment: "【Has Bo Chi gone to see Gu Zeshu now?】"

The AI ​​was puzzled: "【Do you think Bo Chi is heartbroken because of the protagonist's failed relationship?】"

Song Yu: "【Yes.】" 009

paused for a few seconds: "Bo Chi didn't look for Gu Zeshu, but Gu Zeshu came to see you."

Wh-what?

Song Yu got out of bed, ran to the door, and looked through the peephole.

Sure enough, someone was crouching in the corner.

Song Yu was a little confused; Bo Chi seemed to like crouching there too, even though everyone could just knock.

He then looked through the peephole at Gu Zeshu outside.

Still feeling unwell?

He looked like he was in pain.

Song Yu's heart softened.

It was all because the protagonist's character in the world's data was too aloof and arrogant, making Song Yu completely unguarded. His mind was filled with the fact that Gu Zeshu had been in a car accident and now he was drugged because of him.

He was taking a cold shower, and no one at home was taking care of him; what if he got sick and had a fever? He completely forgot that the other person was a pervert.

"Host, no—no… hiss…"

009 tried to stop him, but the signal was cut off.

"009?"

Song Yu called out, but there was no sound, so he ignored it.

He opened the door and glanced at Gu Zeshu; the man's face was indeed very pale.

Song Yu immediately let him in.

Gu Zeshu had changed his clothes; he looked completely devoid of warmth, his hair and eyes were jet black.

Song Yu brewed ginger tea for him, poured a bowl, and placed it in front of the man.

Gu Zeshu looked listless, staring at the steaming ginger tea before slowly finishing it.

He's rather obedient.

No, Gu Zeshu always seems quite obedient.

Seeing that the man was showing signs of illness, Song Yu didn't dare let him leave.

Fortunately, they had called a cleaning service a few days ago, so the second bedroom was clean.

He led him to the second bedroom, intending to say that the blankets and sheets were in the closet, but considering the man's discomfort, he decided to do it himself.

Just as he tiptoed to open the closet, two hands reached behind him and took down the blankets and bedding from a high shelf.

Gu Zeshu deftly made the bed.

Song Yu, unable to get a word in edgewise, could only say, "You can rest now. Call me if you feel unwell."

Gu Zeshu didn't speak, his eyes fixed on him.

Those eyes were dark and deep; Song Yu felt a chill after just two seconds of eye contact, so he didn't say anything more and turned to go back.

However, as he reached the bedroom door and was about to push it open, he felt a weight on his shoulder—

Gu Zeshu rested his chin on his shoulder, his cheek rubbing against Song Yu's neck.

It was both itchy and numb.

Song Yu struggled to turn around, only to see Gu Zeshu staring at him like a wolf, his eyes seeming to devour him.

His legs went weak, and he was afraid: "Gu Zeshu...you—"

"Do you like me?" Gu Zeshu suddenly asked.

Wh-what?

"Gu Zeshu...rest..." Song Yu's voice was pitiful.

"You don't like me, do you? You probably just wanted to play around with me before." Gu Zeshu didn't care whether Song Yu answered or not, continuing to speak, "Why don't you like me..."

Song Yu's cheeks were burning from the heat: "I—um..."

He only managed to utter one syllable before his lips were sealed with a kiss.

The deep, penetrating kiss left Song Yu unable to open her eyes, only able to endure it all with her mouth open.

The man felt like he had been walking in the desert for days, frantically drinking in the sweet rain.

Her mouth and neck ached from the kiss. Song Yu had experienced several worlds and had been kissed by several men, but she still couldn't quite catch her breath.

When she was about to run out of air, she could only let out soft whimpers.

Gu Zeshu loosened his grip slightly, but his face didn't move away; their lips remained intertwined, and he showered Song Yu's cheeks with countless kisses.

"Don't say you don't like me... don't say that."

He saw Song Yu's lips move, as if she wanted to say something, but then, as if afraid, she immediately pressed her lips against hers.

Gu Zeshu hadn't wanted this.

After taking several cold showers at home, the fever still hadn't subsided.

He desperately missed Song Yu, her image filling his mind and eyes. The medication made him dizzy and nauseous, and when he came to his senses, he was already at Song Yu's doorstep.

He would sit here for the night,

she thought.

But Song Yu pushed open the door again, descending before him like a god.

He shouldn't have done this.

But if doing so meant being bound to Song Yu forever, he was willing to abandon all shame and morality.

Just like that, he would bind him with his body.

That little bit of sympathy would be enough.

...

When Song Yu came to his senses, his body was already sinking into the soft bed.

He pitifully curled up, trying to hide under the covers, only to find that the covers had already been moved to the chair next to him.

"Baby." Gu Zeshu hugged the boy tightly, carefully looking at every expression on his face, "I finally see you when I kiss you."

Song Yu felt a sticky, wet feeling on his chin, and he was very uncomfortable. He asked the other person with a sob in his voice, "You, how come..."

"Yeah, it hurts."

Gu Zeshu whispered in his ear, "Baby."

"Don't reject me."

"I like you so much."

Thinking that the other person was doing this because of the drink he had just had, Song Yu sniffed, not knowing what to say.

While Gu Zeshu was saying that he was feeling very uncomfortable because he was drugged, he also acted like a bad man and even tricked Song Yu out of the last piece of clothing he was wearing.

The phone on the table kept flashing. Gu Zeshu glanced at it, saw the name "Bo Rancen," and then placed the phone face down on the table.

...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Yu's voice trembled until the very end: "...Has the medicine...hasn't taken effect yet?"

"I'm sorry." Gu Zeshu wiped away his tears. "Xiao Yu."

"This is the last time."

...

When Song Yu was carried out of the room, he was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift a finger.

He unconsciously murmured something in his sleep, feeling himself being carried in mid-air, so he reached out and hugged the other's neck.

Gu Zeshu's shoulders stiffened, and he stopped.

"Plop"—something

dripped onto the floor.

The man lowered his eyes, and when he saw the sticky stain on the floor, his eyes darkened, and he shifted his gaze to the face of the person in his arms.

Even in his sleep, Song Yu's eyelashes were trembling, and his cheeks were covered in tear stains, with patches of color where they were visible.

His lips were slightly parted, and his small lip was swollen and glistening, as if water could be squeezed out with a gentle press.

"Baby." Gu Zeshu kissed the boy's cheek, mouthing silently—"

So bitter."

*

Abroad.

CEO's conference room.

Bo Rancen had been here for a week, messaging Song Yu almost every spare moment, but the other's replies were perfunctory, as if she didn't want to talk to him.

Bo Rancen opened a drawer; inside was an exquisite jewelry box. Inside was a slender necklace.

A few days ago, he accompanied a business partner to a scenic spot and unintentionally saw this necklace in a vintage shop. The image of Song Yu wearing it kept flashing through his mind.

The man's lips curled slightly, mocking himself for acting like a lovesick young man.

Closing the drawer, Bo Rancen glanced at the time, preparing to call Song Yu before bed.

He tried three times in a row but couldn't get through.

Bo Rancen lost his focus on work, frowning as he checked the security camera footage to confirm the boy's safety.

However, upon seeing the footage, the man's breath caught in his throat—

there were two security cameras in the living room, one of which was pointed at the bedroom door, capturing almost Song Yu's entire face.

Bo Rancen could see the boy's teary-eyed expression as he was kissed by another man.

His eyelashes trembled, his mouth couldn't close, and saliva dripped from his chin down his neck, wetting his collar.

His expression was pained, as if he had been kissed very deeply.

"Mmm..."

The sound was unclear, but one could see the boy's small clenched fist twitch slightly as he swallowed the saliva offered by the other man.

Bo Rancen's face had never been so gloomy.

He opened his phone and kept dialing Song Yu's number. Perhaps due to his panic, his arm bumped into the coffee on the table, causing it to tip over and spill all over his pants.

Bo Rancen looked down.

Staring at the wet spot, he lowered his eyes in thought, lost in thought.

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