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 Song Yu felt hot, the heat was more intense than he had imagined.

His chest felt like it was on fire, even the slightest friction between the fabrics made his skin turn pink, followed by a muffled trembling sound.

The small sound kept reaching Zhao Ran's ears, and he felt that he was having more difficulty breathing than Song Yu, forcibly maintaining his composure.

The car was still a distance from the hotel, and none of the men in suits were there. Zhao Ran took the opportunity to open the car door, carried Song Yu into the car, and pulled out a blanket to cover him. Then he went to the driver's seat and sped off.

After confirming that no car was following, Zhao Ran slowed down.

A few nights ago, he brought fruit home and saw that the light in Song Yu's room was off, so he thought that the other party was sleeping or had gone out. However, after entering the room, he saw a paper bag on the table, which contained several pieces of clothing, all new, and even the receipts. Only

he and Song Yu had the key to his room, so it was easy to guess who sent it.

Thinking of the boy giving him the gift, Zhao Ran could not suppress the excitement rising in his heart. He put the watermelon in the refrigerator and waited for Song Yu to return.

It wasn't until her phone was off all night that he realized something was wrong.

There were no security cameras in the old apartment building, and Zhao Ran had to go to great lengths, asking around day and night, to find out

who was holding Song Yu captive. He didn't know who was trying to trap her, but they couldn't stay in the city any longer.

Zhao Ran planned to take Song Yu back to his hometown for a few days to hide, and then find out more once she was more alert. He was focused on driving when he heard a soft moan.

The man paused and immediately pulled over.

He turned around; Song Yu had already thrown back the blanket, her T-shirt disheveled, revealing her slender, white waist.

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Zhao Ran got out of the car and went to the back seat.

They were on a mountain road, deserted and uninhabited, with only a few scattered streetlights casting a desolate white glow.

"Xiao Yu." Seeing him frantically pulling at his clothes, Zhao Ran picked him up and leaned him against the seat, reaching into the trunk for a bottle of mineral water.

He initially thought Song Yu was unwell because of a fever, but after a few minutes, he finally realized something was wrong.

The boy's body was burning hot, his eyes, occasionally opening, were filled with tears, staring at him with a hazy gaze.

Zhao Ran swallowed hard, then completely pulled back the blanket. Only after seeing Song Yu's physical reaction did he understand what had happened.

He'd been drugged…

Zhao Ran's heart pounded in his chest, his throat felt like it was on fire, and he swallowed hard, the veins on his arm holding the towel bulging.

Finding accommodation in the nearest town would probably take two hours, and Zhao Ran was certain Song Yu wouldn't last that long.

He wet the towel and wiped the fine sweat from Song Yu's cheeks.

The soft touch and burning heat traveled through the towel to the man's fingertips, and he felt the scent in the car become even stronger.

So strong that he wanted to do something to Song Yu without considering the consequences.

But… Song Yu wasn't conscious yet. If he did this, the other person would be sad when they woke up.

Zhao Ran wanted Song Yu to be happy forever, and he didn't want that sadness to be because of him.

He suppressed his dirty thoughts and took off Song Yu's clothes. The boy was overly sensitive to the drugs; the slightest touch of the fabric made his body tremble uncontrollably.

He took out a clean towel, wet it, and wiped Song Yu's burning skin.

Occasionally, when he was about to touch certain places, he paused for a few seconds, but then ignored it.

After doing all this, Song Yu's body temperature cooled down a bit.

Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Coming back to his senses, he realized that he was very close to Song Yu's face, closer than he had ever dared to dream of.

Up close, almost every inch of the boy's skin was flawless, with a small nose, thick and curled eyelashes, looking like a porcelain doll.

The fragrance lingered in his nose, and Zhao Ran found himself unable to look away, his gaze fixed on Song Yu's lips.

Lips that looked very kissable.

Small and plump cupid's bow.

Because of the heat, his lips parted slightly, revealing a small section of his soft, pink tongue.

Just this one touch.

Just this one touch, and he would willingly be Song Yu's dog for the rest of his life.

He moved closer, the handsome young man's breath brushing against the man's dark face. Zhao Ran was almost dizzy from the fragrance, but the next moment, Song Yu's eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Their gazes met unexpectedly.

Zhao Ran froze, his breath almost stopping. He had never lied before, so when caught red-handed, he didn't know how to explain himself. His throat

felt blocked, very hoarse.

Zhao Ran opened his mouth and moved it, but felt an itch on his cheek. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow and landed on Song Yu's soft face.

It was as if he had left his scent on the other person.

Zhao Ran's spine stiffened at this thought, and his pupils contracted sharply. Just then, Song Yu rubbed against his palm.

His damp, red cheeks were rubbed even redder by the man's rough hands, but Song Yu felt comfortable. He was so hot all over and desperately wanted something cool.

However, after a while, the other man's hands also became hot.

Song Yu whimpered softly, wanting to snuggle into the other man's arms.

But his shoulders were held captive.

He looked up, his dazed expression holding a trace of remaining consciousness. The man opposite him was stiff, his voice hoarse: "Xiao Yu... do you know who I am?"

Song Yu was struggling to even lift his eyelids, let alone answer questions.

But the other man seemed to care about this.

He pouted: "...A bad guy."

He didn't even give him a kiss.

It seemed he didn't recognize him.

A hint of disappointment surfaced in Zhao Ran's eyes. Just as he was about to coax him, he felt something soft kick his lower abdomen.

He stared straight ahead.

Song Yu looked aggrieved and unhappy: "Bad guy... Zhao Ran."

"Zhao Ran... Brother Zhao... I don't feel well."

Song Yu's arms were weak, and he could only lift his calf to kick the other person. He was now tormented, his hair was a mess, and his expression was terrible.

The irritation was growing stronger.

Song Yu couldn't help but cry out. The next moment, he felt his cheek being licked.

Then, his mouth was blocked.

...

The man was like a stray dog ​​that had been wandering for a long time, gnawing back and forth on the fragrant bone.

He couldn't bear to chew it, so he could only suck the bone, and finally sucked out the white marrow.

The bone had gone through his mouth completely.

A stray dog ​​that has been exposed to the elements has a hard mouth and a prickly beard. Song Yu's tongue was so sore that he couldn't control his saliva. The crystal saliva dripped down, mixing with other sweet water, and the man didn't waste a drop, swallowing it all.

In an equivalent exchange, Song Yu's stomach was filled with something else.

He couldn't eat anymore, but the other person insisted on feeding him, coaxing and praising him. Song Yu loved being praised for being smart or capable, and couldn't resist praise, so he vaguely agreed.

Finally, his stomach was full, his soft white belly bulging.

...

[Host, the drug's effects have worn off.]

009's voice brought the boy, whose eyes were tightly closed and neck was tilted back, back to some consciousness. He realized that his hands were pressed against the car window, his breath fogging the glass.

The car smelled strongly.

He heard a familiar but rarely heard low, husky voice.

One moment it called him "wife," the next "baby."

Song Yu turned around in shame, only to meet Zhao Ran's wolf-like eyes.

Those eyes seemed to want to devour him whole.

*

When he woke up again, Song Yu found himself lying in bed.

Judging from the ceiling, it was an unfamiliar room.

Song Yu tried to get up, but even lifting his arm was difficult.

His back ached.

He felt uncomfortable.

Song Yu wanted to call 009, but soon, a low, husky "Xiao Yu" came from beside him.

Then, a familiar scent wafted over, and he was lifted up, his upper body leaning against the headboard. The man had even thoughtfully placed a pillow under him.

Song Yu's eyelids were still pink as he looked at Zhao Ran, a hint of laziness lingering in his eyes.

The man's hair was messy, his beard unshaven, he was wearing pants, and his upper body was bare. His expression was somewhat unnatural, but he kept staring at Song Yu's face.

...Song Yu turned his face away.

Memories flooded back like a tide, and he felt a sudden urge to burrow under the covers.

However, after the man finished what he had done, he still asked him with the same concern as before: "Are you hungry... Xiao Yu?"

After a moment, Song Yu gave a condescending "Mmm."

Song Yu was still paying attention to him! The worry in Zhao Ran's eyes vanished instantly, and he stammered, "What... what do you want to eat... I... I'll go buy it!"

Only then did Song Yu slowly turn his head and ask where they were.

“It’s a hotel in town, Xiao Yu. Is someone trying to harm you? If it’s inconvenient to go back right now, come to my place for a few days.” Zhao Ran said, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and slowly bringing it to Song Yu’s lips, handling it gently, as if it were a precious treasure. “If it’s not like that, then we can go back.”

“When I saw you last night, a group of people were chasing you.”

The man’s voice was unsteady and hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, looking like he hadn’t slept all night, but surprisingly, he was in good spirits.

Although it was summer, Song Yu was worried he might catch a cold: “You… first—”

He wanted Zhao Ran to put on his clothes first, but then noticed that the other man didn’t seem to have showered.

A dried, murky patch of liquid clung to his dark, muscular abs.

Song Yu’s hair stood on end, and he trembled as he looked away: “…Quick, go take a shower.”

Zhao Ran thought Song Yu was disgusted with him. But he was inexplicably happy to be rejected, after all, Song Yu hadn’t ignored him.

The small hotel bathroom wasn’t well-ventilated, and the smell of him helping Song Yu shower in the middle of the night still lingered in the air.

The water flowed over the man's muscular body, and Zhao Ran felt a surge of heat. Not wanting Song Yu to go hungry, he quickly took a cold shower. Afterward, he told Song Yu to lock the door while he went downstairs to buy breakfast.

After Song Yu left, 009 appeared: [Host, progress bar is 95%. Song Ming has been locked up. Originally, he was only summoned by the court for debt, but this time it also includes kidnapping.]

[You only need to participate on the day of the trial.]

Song Yu nodded.

However, he didn't feel like he was about to leave this world; the remaining 5% might take a long time.

The plot was completely messed up now, and Song Yu had been punished. But at least the mission was complete; he only needed to manage the progress bar and his persona in this world.

These problems weren't too big. Song Yu now needed to consider whether to return the way he came or stay at Zhao Ran's house for a few days.

Before he could decide, Zhao Ran returned, carrying a large bag of breakfast.

He already knew Song Yu's tastes well, so he didn't need to ask what he bought.

But… why was he staring at him so intently?

Song Yu ignored the gaze. He had a small appetite and was lazy; after a few fried dumplings and a cup of soy milk, he didn't want to eat anymore. Zhao Ran, on the other hand, started eating.

After finishing breakfast, Zhao Ran packed the dirty clothes into a bag and gave Song Yu a new set of clothes.

The clothes were clearly too small for Zhao Ran, but Song Yu changed in the bathroom and found they fit perfectly. He suddenly remembered something, came out of the bathroom, and asked, "You...don't you have to go to work?"

Zhao Ran shook his head: "I quit."

Song Yu paused, then his eyes drooped.

His cheeks were puffed out; he was clearly unhappy.

Zhao Ran panicked and stopped what he was doing: "You...don't be angry, I'll work hard to earn money, I won't let you suffer."

After saying that, Song Yu heard him add in a muffled voice, "If you want me."

The man stood there, tall, but with his head slightly lowered, like a stray dog ​​that knew it could be abandoned at any moment.

The small room fell silent. Song Yu wanted to say something, but he inadvertently glanced at the neatly folded jacket in the other man's backpack—the jacket he had placed on the other man's desk before leaving.

Quitting his job and searching for him for so long…

even the most hard-hearted person couldn't remain indifferent.

Moreover, Song Yu was easily moved.

After a while, he spoke softly, "Is your home far from here?"

*

Zhao Ran's village was about an hour from the town. Because he hadn't been back for a long time, his house definitely needed cleaning before anyone could live there. The man was worried about troubling Song Yu, so he chose to stay overnight in town.

On the way back to the village, Zhao Ran bought some daily necessities, put them in the trunk, and then called Song Yu out of the car.

The afternoon sun wasn't too harsh, but Zhao Ran was still worried about Song Yu getting sunburned, so he put a sun-protective jacket on him and a light-colored hat on his head.

Song Yu was still listless and cooperated by letting the other man help him put on his clothes.

Zhao Ran was fascinated by the feeling of serving her, and he secretly resolved to buy Song Yu more beautiful clothes in the future.

It was rare to see such a refined-looking young person in town; everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Song Yu. Zhao Ran immediately shielded her from view, bought her several outfits, and then took her to a mobile phone store to pick out a phone.

Song Yu's phone was confiscated by Zhou Qize.

He didn't think much of it at the time; as a hostage, it was normal to have his communication devices confiscated. But it wasn't until a whole day later that he remembered Song Yu had many photos of her wearing skirts in her album.

Although there was a screen saver password, and Zhouqi probably wouldn't look at it, Song Yu still felt uneasy. He thought about whether to reclaim the world sooner or find an opportunity to get the phone back.

It was hot, so Song Yu didn't fuss and planned to get the cheapest phone, but Zhao Ran bought him the most expensive one.

The town was sparsely populated and prices were high; Zhao Ran's own phone looked badly worn but he hadn't replaced it.

Song Yu wanted him to get a cheaper one, but Zhao Ran had already taken out his ID to get a SIM card.

The new phone was still warm from the man's body when it was handed to him. Song Yu took it and silently had 009 note the cost.

*

Zhao Ran's house was at the far east end of the village. Because he hadn't been back for a long time, cobwebs had formed on the door and windows, and the small vegetable garden in front of the door was overgrown with weeds. Before leaving,

Zhao Ran didn't have much of value in the house, so the key was hanging on the wooden latch behind the door. He reached for the key and opened the door.

A dusty smell hit him from inside.

Zhao Ran felt a little embarrassed, so he immediately opened the window to let in some fresh air and tidied up his room for Song Yu.

Actually, Song Yu wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of environment; he had lived in a bungalow at his grandmother's house for a while when he was a child.

Returning to simplicity, he was actually quite excited.

Zhao Ran was quick and efficient, immediately taking out the bedding and putting it out to air by the door, and then removing the dust cover from the small fan. After doing all this, he went out and bought Song Yu ice cream and iced soda.

The two rested for a while when Zhao Ran's phone suddenly rang; it was an unknown number.

He hung up warily.

The other party called again, but Zhao Ran, fearing it was one of the people who had kidnapped Song Yu, still didn't answer.

Seeing that he wasn't answering, the other party quickly sent a text message.

【Is Xiao Yu with you?】

【How is he now? Is he injured?】

【It's all settled here, send me the address quickly.】

【Where is he?】

【?】

Song Yu leaned closer to look: “…It should be Tan Yue.”

Zhao Ran had seen all the men surrounding Song Yu.

During the days he searched for Song Yu, these same people were also searching, during the day and occasionally sleeping on the floor in Song Yu's room.

Every time they returned, they could hear the arguing from the next room clearly.

Although they used polite language, their arguments were no less intense than those of the most notorious women in their village.

First, the young male college student questioned Shang Linchu's rival, asking who he was and why he had kidnapped Song Yu. Shang Linchu didn't respond to this, but then dragged Shen Yize into it, saying that this guy had acted like a pervert and done lewd things to Song Yu in the middle of the night… After Shen Yize admitted it, he said that Song Yu had always liked him and that her willingness to chat with Tan Yue was only because of a body double.

As a result, what started as a sarcastic insult turned into a physical fight.

Zhao Ran was annoyed and was about to go and stop them when the phone rang—he guessed it might be a clue about Song Yu. The group emerged from the room with bruises on their faces.

…

Messages kept coming in.

[Tell Xiao Yu that Zhou Ze and his group are finished, and also Song Ming, we won't let them get away with it.] "

Yes, I also got into a fight with Shen Yize."

"That old man's legs aren't what they used to be. I'll go pick up Xiaoyu. Send me the address."

Zhao Ran glanced at Song Yu: "Going back?"

Song Yu shook his head.

He'd been working ever since entering this world, and he'd finally quit to rest, but the plot had gone off track.

009 said Song Ming's trial was still several months away, and Song Yu didn't want to go back until then.

Zhao Ran picked up the leftover popsicle sticks and put them in a trash bag, then went out with his phone. He called the other end.

The call connected quickly: "Hello, where's Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu?"

After confirming it was Tan Yue's voice, Zhao Ran was silent for a moment before sending a message:

"My wife said she's with me."

*

After calling Tan Yue, Zhao Ran's calls and messages kept coming in.

Shang Linchu also told Song Yu to stay in the countryside for a while until he dealt with his competitors.

Zhao Ran told Song Yu about it, and Song Yu said, "Whether they handle it or not, I'm staying here. I don't want to work anymore."

The boy's coquettish expression made Zhao Ran smile. "You can stay as long as you want."

Song Yu asked, "Are you staying here the whole time too?"

Zhao Ran softly hummed in agreement. The atmosphere in the room became quiet and warm. After a while, he remembered something and said, "Oh, right, Shang Linchu said not to worry, he's already got the phone back."

Song Yu's eyes widened, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

She showed a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

She would be at ease if it were with Zhou Qize, but she was afraid it would fall into Shang Linchu's hands.

Those photos would definitely be seen...

Zhao Ran could tell Song Yu was unhappy and guessed what was going on, but he didn't dare ask further. The midday sun was strong, and the bedding had already been aired out. He made the bed for Song Yu so she could rest well.

Zhao Ran's room was slightly cool even without air conditioning, so the blankets he prepared were much thicker than those for air conditioning.

The bed was large, and since Zhao Ran hadn't slept all night, Song Yu assumed he would come to bed to rest as well.

However, the man adjusted his pillow, lowered the mosquito net, and left.

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu asked 009: [Is he going to sleep in another room?]

009: [Host, probably not. There's no bed in the other room.]

Song Yu frowned, thinking for a moment: [Does he think I'm a bad sleeper?]

009 thought even less likely.

He practically stared at you like a pervert while you were asleep.

009 checked, and the reason was indeed as it suspected—it seemed the other party hadn't been satisfied last night and was still in an excited state.

Of course, 009 didn't want to tell its host these things, lest it ruin its pure AI image in the host's mind.

However, to its surprise, the fragments had become very quiet these past few days.

009 silently returned to the space and found that the fragments had entered a dormant period.

—This is the final stage of becoming a god.

*

Song Yu lay on the bed, pretending to sleep for a while but couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up to see what Zhao Ran was doing.

He lowered his head, slipped on Zhao Ran's newly bought white soft slippers, and went into the yard.

Zhao Ran was washing clothes in the shade of the yard.

The tall man sat on a small stool, holding a small piece of fabric in his hand... Song Yu's cheeks flushed, and he was about to go over when he saw Zhao Ran lean in and rub his nose against his underwear.

Song Yu: "..."

After Zhao Ran finished inhaling the scent, he noticed the boy standing at the door, his cheeks flushed. He awkwardly put down what he was holding, unsure what to say. The next second, he saw Song Yu turn away, both angry and embarrassed.

Realizing he'd upset him, Zhao Ran didn't even bother washing his hands, quickly wiping them on his clothes before rushing inside to appease his wife.

As soon as he entered, he saw Song Yu sitting on a small stool, opening his mouth towards the fan and making "ah" sounds.

It was one of those silly games they often played as children.

Zhao Ran grinned.

So cute.

Song Yu immediately shut his mouth when he saw him.

Zhao Ran walked over and sat on the stool next to Song Yu. They rubbed arms close, but neither spoke.

About half a minute later,

Song Yu suddenly heard a voice: "Baby."

Song Yu hadn't initially disliked this nickname; after all, his grandmother had used it when he was little. But once, a male classmate overheard this nickname and started mocking him indiscriminately.

They called him the family's little baby, no wonder he's so fair-skinned and looks like a girl.

After that, Song Yu didn't want his grandmother to call him that at school anymore.

He also hated people calling him that with obvious teasing.

But now that Zhao Ran was calling him that, Song Yu didn't find it annoying. He glanced at the man's handsome, loyal eyes.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Ran simply liked him.

"Baby." The man, being stared at, tensed up instantly, his head moving closer to Song Yu, daring for the first time, "I want to kiss you."

...

Song Yu didn't know that his giving in would result in such a plunder.

Fragments of memories from last night flooded back. He heard the man swallowing, a loud sound that echoed throughout the room.

Like a wild dog that didn't know how to kiss, he haphazardly kissed and rubbed against him, making a mess of his face.

He even kissed other places.

...

Song Yu was stunned by the kisses, his whole body wet and limp, until he heard a stranger's voice at the door, which brought him back to his senses.

Zhao Ran moved swiftly, and as soon as he heard someone enter, he immediately shoved the limp Song Yu under the covers. Song Yu, looking rather disheveled, simply climbed into bed himself and covered his legs with the blanket. The person who

came to find Zhao Ran was an elderly man from the village with whom he had a good relationship. He was too old and his eyesight was poor, and with the mosquito net in between, he didn't notice the little cat in the bed at all.

He started chatting with Zhao Ran, asking why he had suddenly returned and hadn't left.

Song Yu had just been kissed, and now, hidden under the covers, he couldn't breathe at all.

The two were talking in their dialect, which he couldn't understand at all. After being suffocated for ten minutes, he felt sweaty and sticky all over, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It was very dark under the covers, and Song Yu had no idea where he was.

So, he nudged Zhao Ran with his arm in annoyance.

The next second, through the blanket, he heard the man's suppressed groan, followed by what felt like something had been splashed on his soft, white arm.

Continuous.

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