15

 Song Yu was awakened by a dull pain all over his body.

It was a strange feeling. His skin was clean, but it was still sticky.

It felt like his whole body had been run over.

He struggled to sit up, and as soon as he stood up, he met Gu Zeshu's gaze.

The man was half-squatting by the bed, his eyes were dark and deep. It seemed that he had been staring at him for a long time.

Song Yu avoided his gaze.

He didn't know why he had become like this. Last night, Gu Zeshu kissed and hugged him, which made him dizzy. He was in a daze for most of the night.

It was so sore and uncomfortable.

Song Yu sniffed with a bit of grievance. When Gu Zeshu saw him turn away, he immediately came over and asked with concern, "Is your back sore?"

"No."

Song Yu was lazy and shrank back into the quilt. He obviously didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Shall I massage you again?" Gu Zeshu's attitude was humble, as if he had done something wrong, his gaze fixed on half of Song Yu's face. "I've already prepared the food. I'll carry you over to eat some in a bit. Not eating isn't good for your stomach."

Song Yu's cheeks burned from being suffocated. "No, you should go."

Gu Zeshu paused.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes, his voice stiff. "Where am I going?"

The man's voice was devoid of warmth, but Song Yu wasn't afraid of him at all now. "Back to your house."

Gu Zeshu's breath hitched. "Then last night—"

Song Yu immediately said, "Let's pretend last night never happened."

As soon as those words were spoken, any adult would understand what he meant. He slept with her and then discarded her. Song Yu had no intention of any further development with him, nor did she consider him an important person.

Gu Zeshu lowered his eyes and remained silent.

After a while, he stiffly got up, took off the ill-fitting shirt that made his muscles bulge, and picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and casually put them on.

Only when the door in the room closed softly did Song Yu peek out.

He wasn't sure what was going on outside, so he asked 009: "Has Gu Zeshu left?"

009 replied: "Host, he hasn't left. He's serving you porridge, putting the clothes he just took off into the washing machine, and watering the flowers on the balcony."

Song Yu: ?

He looked a little confused.

He woke up several times in the middle of the night. Gu Zeshu seemed to still be awake then, sometimes kissing his cheek, sometimes massaging his back.

Wasn't he tired after not sleeping all night? And yet he still had to do all this.

Song Yu stayed in bed for a while longer, and this time 009 told him Gu Zeshu had left.

Thinking about his obviously irresponsible remarks earlier, Song Yu felt incredibly pathetic. Given his "get what you don't cherish" persona, this statement wasn't out of character.

Song Yu then remembered to ask 009 about the progress bar. 009 said: "Host, the progress bar hasn't gone down."

But it hasn't gone up either.

This was probably the world where the plot was progressing the slowest. So far, all the key plot points related to him had been completed, but the Song family hadn't gone bankrupt, and he hadn't ended up on the streets.

Adding to the fact that this had happened with the main character, Song Yu didn't know what to do. He could only avoid meeting the main characters and let the plot unfold on its own.

Song Yu rested in bed for another half hour.

In the middle of that time, Gu Zeshu sent him a message: "[The food is in the thermos.]"

Only then did Song Yu realize that his stomach was a little uncomfortable.

Having experienced several worlds, his body had also leveled up, and he was less prone to illness, but he was still very fragile and delicate, requiring careful care.

Slowly getting out of bed, Song Yu noticed that he was wearing a thin chain on his ankle, which was different from the previous ones.

He guessed that Gu Zeshu had bought it for him.

Song Yu felt weak all over and was too lazy to bend down to untie it, so he simply wore it to the living room.

The house was very clean, the floor had been mopped, the blankets in the second bedroom had been taken back, and the pajamas he had worn yesterday were hanging on the balcony, along with... a small piece of fabric.

Song Yu looked down and suddenly remembered that Gu Zeshu had helped him put on these clothes, and that Gu Zeshu had also taken him to the bathroom.

The man's deep voice echoed in his ears again—

"Baby's belly is so big."

"Do you want to help your husband have a baby?"

"Can't eat anymore? Your husband wishes he could die on you."

"Mmm..."

Song Yu covered his ears, letting out a small whimper.

How...how could he say such things?

He seemed so proper.

Song Yu's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and his ears burned instantly.

...What a pervert.

The guilt he felt when he turned on him that morning vanished instantly. After the heat on his face subsided, Song Yu pursed his lips, sat down at the dining table, and slowly opened the thermos.

The porridge was cooked until soft and tender, and with the refreshing side dishes, it tasted quite good and suited his appetite.

*

During the meal, Gu Zeshu sent several more messages, asking how he was feeling, whether his back was still sore, and instructing him to apply medicine if it was swollen, and that he could come over to help if it was inconvenient.

Song Yu wasn't stupid, of course, and wouldn't let him in again.

He didn't reply to any of them, planning to rest for a couple of days.

009 reminded him that Bo Rancen had called him many times last night. Song Yu checked his missed calls and saw that he had received over thirty calls.

Before that, Bo Rancen would also message or call him, but never this many at once. Intuition told Song Yu that the other party must know something.

Song Yu was already physically exhausted, and his brain was completely blank; he couldn't think about the surveillance at all.

He was unaware that the man who should have been in the high-rise conference room was now sitting in business class, expressionlessly watching a video feed over and over again.

Song Yu then slept for the entire afternoon. At six o'clock in the afternoon, he was awakened by his phone vibrating.

As soon as the call connected, a sharp, piercing voice came through: "Song Yu! We've called you so many times and you haven't answered! What's going on?"

Song's mother was furious, completely disregarding her image. Seeing that he didn't speak, it felt like punching cotton, and she became even angrier: "Do you know how humiliating it was for your father and me to be turned away at the door yesterday? Why won't you answer our calls? Did you raise you just to spite us?"

Song Yu got up, listening to her raging on the other end without saying a word.

"Your father and I are coming to see you now. Stay home."

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

The other end hung up, seemingly intending to come and settle scores. Song Yu wasn't afraid of them; he had already thrown away the

invitation. He would remain silent no matter how angry they got.

He got out of bed, changed into a turtleneck long-sleeved shirt, and covered the bruises on his neck.

The villa.

From last night until today, Bo Chi had been constantly checking his phone, seemingly waiting for someone to message him.

The servants around him knew who he was waiting for, but judging from the depressed aura emanating from the young master, he probably hadn't received a message.

The butler couldn't stand it anymore: "Young Master Bo, you haven't finished the puzzle you bought a few days ago."

The implication was that he could use this excuse to call Song Yu over.

Bo Chi didn't speak; he had used this method many times before, and of course, he had thought of it long ago. But he just wanted to see if Song Yu would ignore him after seeing Gu Zeshu.

Why was it like they were dating?

Bo Chi scratched his head, resignedly giving up on this self-inflicted suffering.

Just as he was about to message Song Yu, Bo Rancen's call came in.

Bo Chi scoffed, inwardly cursing the old man for being useless, before lazily answering the phone: "Hello."

The background noise on the other end was loud, followed by Bo Rancen's voice: "Go to Song Yu's apartment now."

The other person's tone was serious, and Bo Chi immediately realized what was happening, hanging up and speeding to Song Yu's apartment complex. Of course, halfway there, he remembered whether the old man had installed surveillance cameras in Song Yu's house, but this wasn't the time to worry about that.

Bo Chi quickly arrived at Song Yu's door, entered the code, and the door opened a crack.

A stern middle-aged man's voice came from the living room: "I really regret raising you; you don't care about us at all!"

Then a woman's voice added: "If your brother were still alive, he could have helped us long ago."

Clearly, this middle-aged couple were Song Yu's parents.

Bo Chi had seen them a few times at banquets before, and their attitude towards Song Yu in front of him was completely different now.

He didn't go in, but peeked into the living room through the crack.

Song Yu stood beside the sofa, his face pale, and he spoke with downcast eyes, "...Brother?"

Before he could finish speaking, 009's voice rang out: [Hidden plot triggered. You are actually an adopted child of the Song family. The Song family parents' biological child had a congenital disease and needed you as a blood bank, but died in a car accident. This saved you from becoming a mobile blood bank, but you always reminded them of their own child, so they treated you badly.]

[You were young then and forgot about it as you grew up. Now that you know, you argued with them and were kicked out of the Song family.]

Finally, 009 reminded him: [Host, please don't be soft-hearted.] He

wouldn't be soft-hearted.

He wouldn't be soft-hearted.

Song Yu's lips turned pale. Even though he wasn't familiar with these two people, his heart still ached faintly.

"You raised me just to pay for my brother's medical treatment, is that it? You didn't really want me." He continued, seemingly still angry, deliberately provoking the other party, "I threw away the invitation, and I deliberately didn't answer the phone yesterday."

Mr. Song was furious, his blood pressure rising: "You unfilial son! We've raised you for nothing!"

"You deliberately embarrassed us? Your school fees, this house you live in, weren't all paid for by us? Your brother is so outstanding, what's wrong with you sacrificing a little for him? You've been by Bo Chi's side for so long, and our family business hasn't improved at all. What's wrong with you?"

The Song family's child died at six years old, before even starting school, but in their eyes, he was already considered outstanding.

His lip stung from being bitten unconsciously, and Song Yu released it, looking at the frail boy, who could be truly stubborn

when he wanted to: "I'm not a rebellious son, I'm not your child." Perhaps it was the first time he'd been defied, Song's father's face changed drastically with anger: "Fine! From today onwards, you are no longer my son, Song Chao! Spit out all the money I've spent raising you all these years!"

"No means no. I've already earned enough for you." Song Yu had looked at the documents. "The money you've earned in the last two years, I helped you with."

Song's father, stung by this, flew into a rage, reaching out to hit Song Yu, only to be met with a sharp pain in his wrist—

"Ah—" Song's father screamed, about to curse, but turning around to see Bo Chi, he immediately swallowed his words.

Bo Chi released him, standing in front of Song Yu.

He couldn't interfere in the Song family's affairs, but he certainly wouldn't let Song Yu be bullied.

A slight coldness in his expression was enough to intimidate the two people opposite him.

Song's father still didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Bo Chi, but his anger remained: "Young Master Bo, we're disciplining our own son, it's not appropriate for you to interfere."

"Our own son?" Bo Chi sneered, "Didn't you already disown him?"

The old couple realized that Bo Chi had overheard their conversation, but they never expected him to be so protective of Song Yu, and to say such hurtful things like, "He's forgotten them now that he's hooked up with the Bo family," "You've raised him for nothing all these years," and "Don't let this little ingrate be bewitched."

Bo Chi's face was terrible. He looked down at Song Yu, thankfully the boy's complexion looked normal, and he wasn't crying.

But what he said was too harsh.

Bo Chi was completely enraged this time. He covered Song Yu's ears, about to explode, when a powerful voice came from the doorway.

"He didn't hook up with the Bo family."

Everyone in the living room turned to look at the doorway.

Through the crack, Song Yu saw two figures.

Bo Rancen and Gu Zeshu?

This seemed to be the first time the main characters, the top and the bottom, had appeared on the same stage, but both of them seemed to have a hint of disdain on their faces.

Bo Chi noticed Song Yu's gaze fixed on Gu Zeshu, and a wave of disappointment washed over him.

"Mr. Bo? Young Master Gu?"

If Song's parents hadn't paid much attention to Bo Chi earlier, the true head of the Bo family standing at the door now was enough to make them tremble.

Gu Zeshu completely ignored the two of them and went straight to Song Yu, checking if the boy was injured.

Seeing Gu Zeshu reminded Song Yu of what happened last night, and he awkwardly turned his face away, whispering, "I'm fine..."

Bo Chi noticed the strange behavior between the two, but he couldn't question them in this situation.

Bo Rancen had a suitcase beside him, clearly having just arrived from the airport, but the man didn't look travel-worn; instead, he appeared sharp and calm.

"He didn't seduce the Bo family; it was the Bo family who wanted him." Bo Rancen had already seen everything that happened in the living room through the surveillance footage. Now, he looked at the two members of the Song family as if they were ants. "You just said that Song Yu is no longer your son?"

Song's father's face stiffened, and he immediately bowed and apologized.

He really hadn't expected that his youngest son, who wasn't usually good at flattery, would be so fawned over by so many powerful figures.

Seeing that Bo Rancen's expression didn't seem to be joking, Song's father, seeing Song Yu's high status, immediately wanted Song Yu to say a few words for him. But when he turned around, Song Yu was no longer in the living room; only the indifferent Bo Chi remained.

It was over. He had offended so many people at once; the Song family was finished.

*

The soundproofing in the upscale residential area was quite good.

Song Yu, in his bedroom, could hear sounds coming from the living room, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Gu Zeshu leaned down and gently stroked the boy's head. He didn't know what had happened to Song Yu, but judging from the boy's slightly pale face, he must have been bullied.

"What do you want them to do?" he suddenly asked.

Song Yu was stunned: "What?"

Gu Zeshu pressed his forehead against Song Yu's, their breaths close: "If you hate them, I can make them pay the price."

The man's eyes were dark and deep, looking indifferent to the point of being bloodthirsty.

Song Yu pursed his lips: "No need... no need to do that. I wasn't bullied."

Hearing this, Gu Zeshu's expression softened a bit. He carried Song Yu to the bedside, squatted down, and looked up at him: "How are you feeling?"

Song Yu's cheeks were burning from the hot water he spat out, and he looked away uncomfortably: "...I'm fine, I'm all better now."

After he finished speaking, he heard a soft laugh.

"Hmm, it's my fault for not serving you well."

Song Yu: "..."

His previously somewhat depressed mood was soothed by these strange words.

After a while, he glanced at the thermos on the table, and the man immediately noticed: "I brought some porridge, it's better than the one at noon, would you like some?"

The porridge from noon had long been digested, and Song Yu was actually a little hungry.

Although he had decided to no longer have anything to do with Gu Zeshu, the current situation was complicated, and he shouldn't go hungry.

Gu Zeshu understood perfectly what every little expression on Song Yu's face meant.

This was related to his family; because he was not favored, he had to be constantly observant.

However, with Song Yu, he wasn't trying to please him like he did with the Gu family; he genuinely put Song Yu's feelings first.

Gu Zeshu took the thermos from the table, placed it in front of Song Yu, and disinfected the chopsticks and spoon with a wet wipe. As

soon as the lid was lifted, a fragrant aroma wafted out.

It seemed more sumptuous than the one at noon.

Separated only by a door, the Song family elders in the living room had already offended all those in power, while Song Yu, whom they had always used as a tool, was comfortably enjoying a warm meal.

Song Yu took a couple of bites, then noticed Gu Zeshu staring at him. Feeling a little embarrassed, but since the insulated container was hard to share, he pushed a dish towards him: "Are you hungry?"

Gu Zeshu's Adam's apple bobbed: "I don't want to eat this."

Song Yu looked at him, then understood the unspoken meaning in the man's deep eyes.

Those vulgar words echoed in his ears again.

Song Yu's cheeks burned, and he buried his head in his food, ignoring him.

He stared at the mushroom bits in the porridge, suddenly remembering that they had been in his lunch bowl as well.

Song Yu wasn't very good at cooking, and he wouldn't have these things in his refrigerator. He had initially thought Gu Zeshu made porridge because they didn't have any other ingredients, but now it seemed he had gone downstairs to buy them.

Actually, it wasn't Gu Zeshu who went downstairs to buy them.

Song Yu didn't know that these seemingly ordinary things were actually carefully prepared by the man.

The porridge contained medicinal herbs to replenish qi and blood, but while Chinese medicine usually has a strong taste, the bowl Song Yu drank had no bitterness at all.

Gu Zeshu was incredibly busy, initially striving for success, later trying to make himself worthy of someone. Even amidst his busyness, he would still find time to peruse cookbooks, hoping one day he might have the opportunity to care for Song Yu.

Page after page, he would stick notes on important points and take photos with his phone.

Humans are truly wondrous creatures.

Despite being a psychopath, he was clumsy yet devoted in moments like this.

*

Soon, the living room fell silent. Song Yu opened the bedroom door, and Bo Chi and Bo Rancen stood in the living room, seemingly processing documents.

Seeing Song Yu approach, they handed him the document.

It was a guardianship relinquishment statement.

"They drafted it a long time ago." Although Bo Rancen knew the hardships Song Yu had endured over the years, and most people wouldn't willingly let their son do such humble and obsequious things, he couldn't make the decision on Song Yu's behalf. "If you sign, I'll take you away from here."

Song Yu glanced at the date; the document had been drafted four years ago.

Four years ago, he had just come of age.

It turned out they had long planned to discard him after draining him of all his value.

Fortunately, 009 had warned him from the beginning that this family didn't care about him.

Song Yu's face showed no sadness, but rather a relaxed expression. He quickly signed the document.

Bo Rancen, true to his old fox nature, reacted the fastest: "Have you decided where you'll live in the future? If you can't find one right now, I'll help you book a hotel."

"Why stay in a hotel? What if I run into bad people?" Bo Chi immediately offered himself up. "If you don't mind, come to my house. There are plenty of empty rooms in the villa. Don't you like Aunt Zhang's cooking?"

Gu Zeshu wanted to say something, but compared to the two from the Bo family, his house and cooking skills seemed to be at a disadvantage.

However, he still didn't want Song Yu to live with other men. He stiffened slightly, hooking his little finger around the boy's hand, trying to make him choose him.

"I'm not going."

I'll sleep on the streets.

Song Yu thought to himself.

He had just finished signing the document when 009 told him that the progress bar had reached 90%.

The original plot was that he would be kicked out of the Song family by his parents.

But Song Yu didn't expect it to be like this.

Now the house has nothing to do with him anymore; it's time for him to be homeless and sleep on the streets.

009: [Host, even if you return the house and bank cards, you still have several million in savings.]

Song Yu remembered.

Gu Zeshu had been sending him money whenever he earned any recently.

[That's the money he wanted to use to support me.]

009: ...

It actually wanted to remind the host of the difference between "supporting" and "keeping someone as a mistress."

Lost in thought, Song Yu felt his collar being pulled open. He flinched in fright, trying to hold it back.

But it was too late. His

once smooth, fair neck was now covered in mottled marks, which both uncle and nephew noticed.

The difference was that Bo Rancen's eyes showed no surprise, while Bo Chi's pupils contracted sharply. His face turned ashen, as if he had caught his wife cheating, and he could barely speak: "You, you... Xiao Yu, how could you—" He

stopped mid-sentence, his wrist gripping Song Yu's collar snapping painfully.

He withdrew his hand and glanced at Gu Zeshu.

Everything was clear now.

Even knowing about their past ambiguous relationship, Bo Chi's temples throbbed uncontrollably. He coldly said to Gu Zeshu, "Just a free laborer, and you really think you're something special?"

Compared to Bo Chi, this young master, Gu Zeshu was noticeably more composed: "Not free."

Bo Chi paused: "What?"

Even Bo Rancen, who was organizing documents, looked up and glanced at Gu Zeshu.

Gu Zeshu wanted to say something like, "I'll hand over all my money," but remembering that Song Yu didn't seem to want to be with him, he swallowed the words.

Bo Chi, however, assumed he was the kind of disgusting man who slept with Song Yu and then demanded money back, giving Gu Zeshu a cold, disdainful look.

Gu Zeshu, however, didn't take Bo Chi seriously for the time being, and instead gave Bo Rancen a cold look.

Facing this superior, his aloof and arrogant aura remained undiminished: "I saw there are security cameras in the apartment. Can you see them on your phone?"

Song Yu was stunned.

Wh-what?

Bo Rancen had indeed helped install the cameras, but why… did he also have a copy connected to her phone?

Thinking about how she had undressed several times in the living room, Song Yu's cheeks flushed. She looked at Bo Rancen with shame and indignation and said, "You...how could you do this!"

Bo Chi scoffed disdainfully, treating everyone as a rival regardless of whether they were his elders or not: "As people get older, they really do have psychological problems."

Bo Rancen glanced at Bo Chi indifferently, then leaned down to look at Song Yu, his voice softening: "I called you a lot last night, but you didn't answer."

"I thought you'd encountered a pervert."

"After all, the person who came to see you last night did things to you that most people wouldn't do."

Bo Chi took another deep breath.

What exactly was the relationship between Gu Zeshu and Song Yu? Had Gu Zeshu done many perverted things to Song Yu?

Things that most people wouldn't do...there were many. Although Gu Zeshu didn't associate with people in the entertainment circle, he was still a grown man.

Anyone with eyes could see how beautiful a pretty young man could be when he cried.

He used that kind of thing on Song Yu, even holding her in front of a mirror, saying shameful things while trying to get to know her. Or perhaps…wearing some strange clothes.

Bo Chi felt hot all over, trying hard to banish these thoughts.

A complex mix of emotions surged up, Song Yu's eyes widened, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Whether it was Bo Rancen seeing Gu Zeshu pinning him against the wall and kissing him on the surveillance footage, or him being held in the cubicle and crying shamefully with his stomach pressed against it, these were things he didn't want to recall.

Song Yu's cheeks grew increasingly hot, his expression so embarrassed he almost wanted to hide. He gritted his teeth: "I need to pack my things."

It seemed like he was kicking them out.

His small face drooped, looking resistant to communication.

The others didn't dare to cause any more trouble, leaving the living room and closing the door behind them.

Song Yu sat down, comforting himself that these were all data, and they wouldn't know about these things after the data was recovered. His

mood slowly returned.

A little while later, Song's father called. Song Yu refused to answer and returned all the money they had given him. As for the money they had raised him over the years, he had already earned it all for them.

From now on, he would have no further contact with the Song family.

After transferring the money, Song Yu completely blocked both of them and went to the bedroom to get his suitcase, intending to leave.

However, halfway through packing, the progress bar kept going up and down.

[+1.]

[-1.]

[+2.]

...

Song Yu thought it was a glitch, but 009 said: [They're fighting at the door.]

Song Yu: "?"

[According to the original plot, the first and second leads would normally fight over the protagonist, so the progress bar would increase. But since the protagonist is also involved, the progress bar would decrease when he gets hit.]

[This is a good opportunity to advance the plot; you don't need to intervene.]

Song Yu quietly said "Oh."

He listened for a while and noticed that the decreasing sound was less frequent; it seemed Gu Zeshu was quite good at fighting.

But these people... it seemed like their fight would go on forever, it was so noisy.

Afraid of hitting himself, Song Yu changed into a thick nightgown and pulled up his hat.

He pushed open the door—

three men were leaning against the wall, their faces bruised, each looking disheveled and defeated.

Bo Chi, who prided himself on being the only one not a pervert, had his eyes light up when he saw Song Yu in a bunny pajamas peeking

through the crack in the door: "Little—" However, he only managed to utter one syllable before the door slammed shut.

Bo Chi: "..."

He sullenly squatted back in the corner.

Half a minute later, the door opened again.

A slender, pale hand reached out from the crack, holding a first-aid kit.

After placing the kit on the ground, the person behind the door quickly withdrew their hand and closed the door again.

*

Song Yu didn't have much luggage, and sleeping on the streets would only make things more cumbersome, so he packed a few clothes and moved out of the apartment early the next morning.

However, he was still a little hesitant to sleep on the streets, so he found a hotel to stay in.

The three seemed to know that he didn't want to see them right now, so all their help was done secretly.

For example, the hotel automatically upgraded him to a presidential suite, and his meals were all exquisite and clean, not like a hotel buffet.

After about four or five days, Gu Zeshu and Bo Rancen started transferring money to him, only daring to send a message after each transfer.

Bo Chi, on the other hand, seemed to have withdrawn, and there was no news at all.

Song Yu pretended not to see it.

Half a month passed in a flash, and the progress bar remained at 95%, the same as the day he moved out.

Staying in the hotel passively waiting for the plot to return to normal wasn't a solution… Song Yu thought that perhaps he needed to go out and highlight the current success of the main characters to increase the progress bar.

Just that afternoon, Bo Chi suddenly sent him a message: 【Going to the auction? I want to meet you.】

Song Yu hesitated for a moment and replied with an "okay. "

The other end went crazy, sending over a dozen messages in a row, saying things like he'd been having a really bad time lately and missed him terribly.

Then he sent a trivial selfie of his abs.

Song Yu: "?"

Fortunately, Bo Chi eventually steered the conversation back to the auction.

The next evening, Song Yu went to the auction with Bo Chi.

After sitting down, Song Yu looked around for acquaintances he could use to mock and belittle him.

But after looking around, he didn't see a single familiar face. Somewhat disappointed, Song Yu shifted his attention to the jewelry being auctioned.

There was a beautiful sapphire cut into a star shape, and he couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

Then Bo Chi raised his hand to bid on it.

Song Yu was startled and immediately stopped him.

The gem was quickly sold at auction, and he was relieved.

It was already 10 PM when it ended, and Song Yu was a little tired. By the time he got back to the hotel

, he was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. He was looking down to find his room key in his pocket when he was kissed on the back of the neck.

He was kissed again immediately.

Song Yu's shoulders trembled. "Bo Chi, you... go back."

Bo Chi didn't speak.

Song Yu didn't notice the man's darkening eyes. He found his room card, swiped it, and pushed open the door.

The next moment, he was hugged.

Bo Chi hugged him from behind, his voice muffled. "What was your relationship with Gu Zeshu before?"

Song Yu paused. "Bo—"

The other continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. "I don't care what your relationship was before."

Then, Song Yu felt a lightness in his body as he was lifted onto the bed. Bo

Chi leaned down and rested his head on Song Yu's lap. He said

, slowly and deliberately, "If I swallowed it all, would you like me?"

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