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 "Xiao Yu?"

Zhou Yanming called out in confusion.

After a while, Song Yu's muffled, nasal voice finally came through the phone with difficulty: "Um... Zhou Yanming... what did you say?"

There was also other background noise.

Zhou Yanming was suspicious, but he didn't ask. He continued, "Well, I accidentally brought one of your clothes over. I... I'll buy you a new one!"

"Besides clothes, you can buy me anything else!"

"Don't hate me, Xiao Yu."

He said a lot of things to repent, but he didn't know that the boy on the other end of the phone was being held on Xie Zhiyan's lap and kissed on the neck.

"It's okay..."

Song Yu had to try very hard to make his voice sound normal, but Xie Zhiyan was getting more and more outrageous. He even lifted the corner of his clothes with his hand. He was so scared that he immediately said, "I, I have something to do. Let's talk later."

Soon, the phone rang with a busy tone.

Zhou Yanming stared at the blacked-out screen and slumped on the table in disappointment.

His lips and eyebrows were bruised, from his fight with Lu Xing earlier, all to get that shirt back.

Zhou Yanming rarely acted so impulsively, but during the back-and-forth punches with Lu Xing, he'd lost control.

His face and body ached, and he desperately missed Song Yu.

He missed Song Yu so much.

The smell of him.

Watching him eat so slowly.

Zhou Yanming was going crazy.

Song Yu knew he'd done something wrong, but hadn't scolded him. If only he'd been scolded.

Then he could keep doing it.

Getting scolded was actually quite satisfying.

But Song Yu hadn't said anything, hadn't even had time to acknowledge him. As

soon as he left, Xie Zhiyan seized the opportunity.

Zhou Yanming's lips were pressed tightly together. After a moment, he took out his phone and took a selfie.

Zhou Yanming: [Photo.jpg.]

Zhou Yanming: [Injured during training.] * After hanging up the phone, Song Yu immediately struggled off Xie Zhiyan's lap, his tone laced with anger: "What are you doing?"

The boy's features became exceptionally striking when he got angry. 

His leg muscles were soft and delicate, generating heat as they rubbed against Xie Zhiyan's pants. 

Xie Zhiyan suppressed his emotions: "Hugging you." 

Song Yu: "?" He felt he needed to learn Xie Zhiyan's self-righteousness. 

"I was on the phone, you can't do this." Song Yu wanted to be angry, but after thinking about it, he decided to speak calmly. 

Xie Zhiyan hummed in agreement: "I heard it, it was Zhou Yanming calling." 

Just as he finished speaking, Song Yu's phone on the table vibrated twice. —A message from Zhou Yanming. 

Xie Zhiyan's face darkened. 

He stood up, his hands resting on the table behind Song Yu, completely surrounding him, exuding a strong sense of aggression: "Haven't you told him we're dating yet?"

 The previously fierce boy suddenly became guilty. Of course, he couldn't say that;

Zhou Yanming was the dominant one. While Song Yu was caught in his dilemma, Xie Zhiyan pressed on, 

"Why don't you go public?" "You never hold my hand in public, and you never kiss me first." 

The boy's eyes were downcast, his emotions unreadable. 

"I'm learning how to kiss, and I'll learn other things too." 

"So, Xiao Yu, don't get too close to other boys." 

"I don't know what I might do." Xie Zhiyan's possessiveness gave Song Yu goosebumps. The boy instinctively tried to bite his lip, but Xie Zhiyan grabbed his chin. 

Xie Zhiyan's face moved closer, penetrating deeply. Every time Song Yu was kissed, he tried to pull away, wanting the kiss to remain superficial, but Xie Zhiyan easily caught him. 

So he could only resign himself to it. He let out soft whimpers, like a kitten, his pretty face tilted back, his expression pained. Their breaths mingled. 

His whole face became a mess. ... He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Song Yu came to his senses, the person opposite him was pressing his tongue down with damp, slender fingers. "A little red, but not broken." 

Xie Zhiyan withdrew his focused gaze. He'd gone a bit too far with the kiss tonight, and he was afraid of hurting him. 

The boy wasn't one to initiate kissing, and if he made him uncomfortable, he'd probably refuse next time. 

He gently wiped Song Yu's face clean with a wet wipe, then straightened his collar, his movements meticulous and tender. After doing all this, he kissed the boy's cheek, then stared intently into those light-colored eyes, still damp. 

Xie Zhiyan's expression was one of satisfaction and infatuation. 

"I like you so much, Xiao Yu." Song Yu was annoyed and didn't want to talk to him anymore. At this rate, his lips would be kissed raw. 

The boy was unhappy and pushed Xie Zhiyan away; the long kiss had turned his fingers pink. 

"Go away, I want to sleep." Xie Zhiyan smiled faintly, assuming Song Yu was just shy, picked up his bag, and asked affectionately, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" 

Song Yu didn't even want to go to class with him: "No, go away." Finally, he got rid of him, and a few minutes later, 

009 spoke: [Host.] Song Yu slumped onto the table, letting out a weak groan. 

009 could sense the host's emotions: [The plot progress bar has advanced a little, and the points have increased.] 

W-what? It's clearly deviated from the original plot, so why...? 009: [The system shows that the protagonist's career and love story have both had new experiences, so this is considered plot advancement.] 

Song Yu: "..." He was still dazed from the kiss, his mind couldn't process it for a moment, and he didn't think about it anymore. He opened WeChat, and Zhou Yanming sent him a selfie; his face was injured from training. 

Song Yu clicked on the larger image, and it looked painful: "This is a bit serious..." 

He asked Zhou Yanming for his address, ordered a bottle of pain-relieving spray and bandages, and then opened a shopping app to search for snacks, intending to send them to him. 

009 suddenly spoke: [Heh.] 

Song Yu: "?" 

It seemed like 009 had laughed like that a few times before. 

He asked in confusion: [Do your AIs often make these strange noises when they're operating?] 009 : ... 009 also found it strange.

It was a machine, its program consisting only of issuing and completing tasks. But when facing Song Yu, it suddenly felt emotions unique to humans—

emotions that wanted to defy the data and act solely on its own will.

009 didn't reveal the origin of Zhou Yanming's bruises, only reminding him: "[Host, buying snacks for your rival is out of character. Please be careful with such actions.]"

Song Yu, unusually clever, replied: "[Zhou Yanming doesn't like sweets. I'll buy a box of bread and put it in. It's kind of like bullying him.]"

009 didn't respond.

Song Yu sensed something: "[Is there anything you want?]"

009's body swayed slightly.

It had never heard of a host buying things for their system—points were precious, and hosts usually kept most for themselves.

009 felt its chip getting hot: "[You…want to buy it for me?]"

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

Zhou Yanming and 009 were good friends; buying for only one would upset the other.

He had 009 open the online store, and from a pile of machine oil and colorful chips, he picked out a small thumbtack that looked decent.

After buying the thumbtack and snacks for Zhou Yanming, the progress bar moved forward a little, showing two-thirds complete.

Song Yu was satisfied and planned to wash up and rest early.

But when he went to look for clothes on the balcony, he discovered that his underwear was missing.

Underwear thief? But what would he do with a boy's underwear?

009, having just received the thumbtack of love from its host, was in high spirits: [I'll help the host locate it.]

It found it in no time: [In Xie Zhiyan's dormitory.]

Song Yu was stunned.

Did he take the wrong one?

But it was hanging on the balcony, so it was clearly not a mistake.

...Pervert.

The heat spread from his cheeks to his neck, and Song Yu was too embarrassed to go to the other's dormitory to ask for it back, so he opened his phone and sent a message to the other: [Did you take my clothes?]

Xie Zhiyan replied quickly: [Yes.]

[Xiao Yu's underwear is so small.] Song

Yu: "?"

Stealing his underwear just to humiliate him? Enraged, Song Yu went straight to Xie Zhiyan's dorm to find him.

All three of Xie Zhiyan's roommates were there except for Lu Xing, and Xie Zhiyan was standing near the bathroom. Afraid of being overheard by the other two, Song Yu walked over, tiptoed, and whispered in Xie Zhiyan's ear, his voice low and filled with barely concealed embarrassment: "Give me back my clothes."

To outsiders, their posture seemed extremely intimate.

The roommates had also witnessed the two being inseparable these past few days, and besides feeling sorry for Zhou Yanming, they also wondered why he didn't take advantage of the situation.

Xie Zhiyan had just finished showering, and his eyes held a more complex emotion than usual. He pointed to the bathroom: "Inside."

Song Yu ignored him and went straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom was steamy, and the floor was wet, clearly not yet cleaned. Song Yu carefully entered, wearing slippers.

His small piece of underwear was hanging on a hook.

Just as Song Yu was about to reach for it, 009 reminded him: [Host, don't take it!] Song

Yu froze for a moment.

Looking closer… and realizing what it was, Song Yu's face flushed crimson.

He turned, staring incredulously at the person opposite him: "You…"

He was speechless with surprise.

Xie Zhiyan, who had expected Song Yu to be even more embarrassed, stretched out his arm and closed the door behind him, his eyes fixed intently on him: "Yes."

"I did something bad too."

Looking at the completely bewildered boy opposite him, clearly unable to think clearly, Xie Zhiyan slowly moved closer, forcing him into a narrow corner. Mist

filled the air, gradually condensing into water vapor on Song Yu's fair and smooth skin.

His face looked aggrieved and damp.

Xie Zhiyan opened his mouth.

"Other men can do bad things, but your boyfriend can't?"

"Or are you saying you don't want me to use my clothes?"

Song Yu instinctively felt that what followed wouldn't be anything pleasant.

His eyes reddened with embarrassment, and before Xie Zhiyan could speak, he helplessly and frantically covered the other's mouth.

"Don't say anything!"

The next second, his palm was licked.

The warm, sticky feeling spread across his palm, and Song Yu recoiled in fright.

A weight settled on his shoulder—

a cold breath brushed against his ear.

A string of vulgar words were slowly and deliberately uttered from the seemingly aloof and refined young man.

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