41 : Can other man satisfy you?

 Yin Luo's voice trailed off softly, captivating Duan Muze to the point where he couldn't think rationally.

The usually aloof and distant man's hair was disheveled, his deep eyes fixed on the boy's face.

His lips were crimson.

Tears welled in the corners of his innocent eyes, and his fair cheeks were red from being bumped against his nose. He

looked pitiful and vulnerable.

Duan Muze took a deep breath, placing his arms on either side of Yin Luo's face—a posture brimming with aggression, completely enclosing the person he loved within his own territory.

Like a stray dog ​​marking its territory, he also liked to leave his scent on Yin Luo.

So, every kiss was like a madman's, he wouldn't stop until he kissed him until he cried.

But Yin Luo was too fragrant, too sweet. How could anyone be so fragrant? The more he kissed, the stronger the fragrance became, as if it emanated from his skin.

He didn't know how many kisses he would need to get his own scent.

Duan Muze looked at Yin Luo. He knew the boy's body was extremely sensitive, easily softened by the slightest touch.

Like his waist.

Like his earlobes.

He leaned down, close to Yin Luo's ear,

and mumbled, "I'll make you feel good, okay?"

...

Yin Luo's entire body flushed pink.

His eyes widened, his light-colored pupils misting over, and after a long moment of dazedness, he regained some clarity.

The man opposite him had disheveled hair and a faint handprint on his face—the slap had probably been weak, like a cat's scratch, and even carried a fragrant scent.

Realizing what he had done, Yin Luo pushed him away, both angry and embarrassed: "It's...it's what you wanted. I...it's all your fault, I told you to stay away."

Duan Muze didn't care at all, kissing his damp cheek: "Yin Yin, how can you smell so good?"

Yin Luo's cheeks burned, his knees and toes still tense, his breath trembling. He hadn't expected Duan Muze to go to such lengths.

But… he still felt like he'd gotten the better deal.

Yin Luo glanced at him, his eyes and nose red, his voice tinged with an unconscious languor: “You… you should go rinse your mouth.”

Seeing that he was too embarrassed to even look up, Duan Muze obediently went to the bathroom.

Yin Luo stayed on

the sofa , staring blankly at the TV for a while before finally calming himself down.

It was Duan Muze who wanted to do it.

It couldn't be considered bullying him.

But… he seemed to have slapped him… no wonder half of his face was red earlier.

As he was lost in thought, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Yin Luo suddenly remembered that his clothes were still in there, and ran to the bathroom door. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened from the inside.

Duan Muze's hair was dry; he hadn't showered. Yin Luo was still a little awkward seeing him, and forced himself to ask, “My clothes are in here—”

He stopped himself, because he saw that Duan Muze was holding his clothes.

"Did you wash my clothes?"

"Yes." Duan Muze's breathing sounded disordered, his voice hoarse, his eyes staring straight at him. "Because I got them dirty."

Yin Luo assumed the clothes had fallen on the floor and the other had washed them for him, even saying "thank you."

He returned to the sofa.

He didn't know that in the sound of water in the bathroom, the man had been calling his name repeatedly.

And then...

completely stained his clothes with his own scent.

*

After that day, Yin Luo felt that Duan Muze treated him even better.

He even asked Yin Luo what his plans were after graduation, which city he would go to. It really sounded like he wanted to start a family with him.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a good match.

This book follows the career-driven, wish-fulfillment style. Yin Luo was just a small bump in Duan Muze's life. It was because he played with Yin Luo's feelings that he ignited the other's ambition, from an entertainment industry movie star to the heir of the Duan family, and then to a business tycoon who could control everything in Fog City.

The system's display panel counted down every day.

Five days left.

*

On the third night.

Duan Muze asked Yin Luo out.

"Families are allowed at the awards ceremony, are you free?"

Yin Luo pursed his lips.

He wanted to say that he could bring his family, but he didn't say it.

Duan Muze had no family left.

He was the only person the other cared about.

"Hmm..." Yin Luo agreed.

Duan Muze noticed his low spirits and pinched his cheek: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I just feel sorry for you.

Yin Luo took the ticket and went back to his dormitory.

The next afternoon, Duan Muze's assistant picked him up and took him backstage at the awards ceremony. Duan Muze led him to the dressing room and took out a custom-made suit.

It was a very flashy color, but it looked exceptionally high-class on Yin Luo.

His pure face was made even more beautiful, like a rose that attracted attention.

Duan Muze still clearly remembered that the first time he saw Yin Luo was at a similar banquet.

He was also wearing a similar suit then, just as dazzling as he was now.

The man stared for a long time before he understood what the strange emotion he had been deliberately suppressing was back then.

He must have fallen in love with Yin Luo at first sight.

Glancing at the slender waist outlined beneath the boy's suit, Duan Muze deeply regretted bringing Yin Luo here.

Now, he would become insanely jealous if anyone even glanced at the boy.

Yin Luo, however, remained oblivious. At that moment, the boy sat on the sofa in the lounge, glancing at him every now and then.

The ceremony was about to begin, and Duan Muze was getting his makeup done. Once finished, the makeup artist left the room.

Duan Muze dragged a chair over, his tall, imposing figure blocking the light and completely enveloping Yin Luo in his shadow: "You look especially good in this outfit."

Yin Luo raised an eyebrow: "I look good in anything."

Duan Muze chuckled at his smug expression and leaned down to whisper something.

Yin Luo: "..."

Why is he still acting like a pervert when we're about to go on stage...? Feeling

less guilty, Yin Luo pushed him away, her cheeks burning, but Duan Muze held her tightly in his arms.

Although the man's words were lewd, he didn't dare to act recklessly on the surface: "I hope I can win an award tonight. I'm wondering if you'll like me a little more if you see a more impressive side of me?"

A moment later, Yin Luo patted his shoulder: "You'll win an award."

Best Actor, no less.

The system could sense the host's growing guilt and immediately said: [Host, you're about to go out of character! Don't forget your villainous persona! Think about the consequences of the male lead's revenge on you later; dumping him now is nothing!]

Hearing this from the system, Yin Luo felt much better.

After all, his tragic end was at least some closure for Duan Muze.

With only twenty minutes left before the awards ceremony began, Duan Muze led Yin Luo to the inner area and sat down beside her.

The host began the award speeches, and the ceremony officially started.

Best Actor and Best Actress awards were the grand finale; about two hours passed, and Yin Luo was almost asleep when she finally heard Duan Muze's name.

The man walked towards the stage.

He was wearing a black suit tonight, exuding a gentlemanly yet aloof air, with a hint of youthful naiveté in his eyes. His original coldness had completely vanished.

He had become much gentler.

The gaze fell on his suit sleeves—Duan Muze was wearing the birthday gift he'd given him: a pair of dark jeweled cufflinks.

On stage, after thanking Shen Qing and everyone else, Duan Muze suddenly said, "This should be my last film."

The two hosts looked surprised.

A murmur rippled through the audience.

News in the industry spreads like wildfire; they knew Duan Muze had been designated the heir to the Duan family, enjoying immense success, so it was understandable that he didn't want to continue in the entertainment industry.

But they hadn't expected him to say it now.

"This industry needs people who love it to support it," Duan Muze's voice drowned out the whispers below. "I've also found what I love."

He finished these two sentences crisply, then took his trophy and left the stage.

Because it was a live broadcast, that night, trending topics like #DuanMuzeBecomesYoungestBestActor#, #DuanMuzeAnnouncesRetirementAtAwardsCeremony#, and #DuanMuzeSuspectedOfDating# exploded.

Then, various marketing accounts began digging into his past, and some even released images of Duan Muze walking on the street with a slender figure. Some rumors were even more outrageous, claiming the two had secretly married and had children. The

comments ranged from blessings to insults, mostly from casual observers.

Meanwhile, the man who sparked the trending topic was in his apartment building, pinning the young man against the wall and kissing him passionately.

This time, it wasn't Duan Muze driven by lust.

It was because Yin Luo had been nuzzling him in the car on their way home, constantly looking at him with teary eyes.

At first, Duan Muze thought Yin Luo had suddenly become clingy, but then he realized she always wanted to rub against him, and understood.

She was suffering from a skin hunger attack.

Duan Muze was relieved the awards ceremony was over, and no one else had seen Yin Luo's behavior. With the driver still in front, he couldn't do anything too outrageous, so he simply took off Yin Luo's coat, unbuttoned it around the neck, and pulled her onto his lap.

Finally, they arrived home. Duan Muze pulled Yin Luo into the building, and as

soon as the door slammed shut, the man impatiently and forcefully pressed her against the wall.

Then came a deluge of kisses.

Yin Luo was breathless from the kisses, and he didn't have the strength to push the other away.

Moreover, the side effects of the desensitizing medication made him less inclined to struggle.

Even at the end, after Duan Muze let go, Yin Luo even rubbed against him, saying, "Just one more kiss... just one more, okay?"

Duan Muze simply couldn't take it anymore.

...

After the side effects wore off, Yin Luo looked at himself in the mirror.

His lips were sore.

Consider it a preemptive revenge.

*

The next day. As soon as

he opened his eyes, the system reminded him: [Host, today is the last day.]

Yin Luo pursed his lips, the wound stinging from his touch.

System: [Host, think about it, if you don't complete the mission, you'll be kissed like this by the male lead every day. Also, I've already investigated the male lead's physical condition for you; you definitely won't be able to handle it after marriage.]

Yin Luo: [...]

He coughed: [Why did you investigate this?!]

System: [It'll be a form of punishment in the end.] Yin

Luo ignored the system, took out her phone, and typed several times before sending a message to Duan Muze: "[Do you have time at noon?]"

Duan Muze, probably in a meeting, didn't reply immediately.

Yin Luo got out of bed.

Lu Ran, who hadn't had classes lately and often stayed in the dorm, noticed Yin Luo's low spirits and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Did he bully you—"

Looking at the wound on Yin Luo's lip, Lu Ran swallowed the rest of his words.

Yin Luo's features had become more refined recently, and she hadn't returned to the dorm for several nights, even gaining some weight.

She seemed to be doing well; her relationship with Duan Muze was good.

Lu Ran kept comforting himself, "As long as Yin Luo is happy," but he couldn't help feeling disappointed and jealous. Why couldn't he be the one to bring Yin Luo happiness? Why didn't Yin Luo like him?

Lu Ran was eighteen, and it seemed like boys his age easily developed feelings for others, but he knew it wasn't like that—besides Yin Luo, he couldn't be bothered to look at anyone else.

Yinluo felt a little awkward when he retreated to his seat halfway through his sentence. "Don't you have class today?"

"I haven't had class for a long time," Lu Ran said sullenly.

He didn't care about him at all.

Seeing his low spirits, Yinluo shared one of his breads with him, and Lu Ran's expression softened.

Because of today's task, Yinluo didn't have much of an appetite and only ate a few bites before stopping.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy." Lu Ran sat lazily in his chair. Although Yinluo didn't like him, he couldn't help but care about him.

Yinluo said with a droopy face, "Nothing, I just have to go to do something very important."

Seeing that Yinluo didn't want to talk about it, Lu Ran didn't press him further.

Around noon, Duan Muze called.

The two agreed to meet at a coffee shop.

Considering that Duan Muze had won the Best Actor award and gained fame, Yinluo deliberately chose a secluded location. He refused Duan Muze's offer to pick him up, took his phone and SIM card, and took a taxi.

The two arrived at the location at almost the same time.

Duan Muze assumed Yin Luo had already eaten lunch and wanted to go out for dessert or milk tea, so he looked at the menu and prepared to order several cakes.

Yin Luo stopped him, saying, "No need, I don't want any."

He was afraid of being hit in the face with cakes later.

Duan Muze didn't notice anything amiss.

He had won the Best Actor award and successfully succeeded to the throne; now he only needed to focus on running the company, and the Duan family couldn't do anything to him. They certainly wouldn't dare treat Yin Luo carelessly.

It seemed like life was gradually getting better.

Yinluo might be his benefactor.

Duan Muze's expression softened as he took a small box from his pocket. Inside was an anklet he'd seen by chance during a business trip recently.

He immediately felt it would suit Yinluo perfectly and bought it without hesitation.

Today was the perfect day to give it to her.

"Yinyin, do you like jewelry?" Duan Muze asked tentatively, his hand in his pocket, holding the box, ready to take it out immediately.

However, the next moment, the boy's expression turned cold and arrogant.

"No."

Duan Muze paused, silently putting his hand back: "Then you like—"

Yinluo interrupted him: "Because you gave it to me, I don't like you."

His voice was clear and gentle, but every word was incredibly cruel.

Duan Muze froze.

His first thought was: Yinluo was throwing a tantrum at him.

Perhaps it was because they'd been too busy with work to meet lately. Duan Muze knew Yin Luo was always spoiled, but that didn't affect their relationship. He lowered his voice, looking exceptionally humble:

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? What do you like? I'll take you to buy it now, okay?"

Yin Luo took a deep breath.

He'd rehearsed his breakup lines countless times; now he just needed to deliver them skillfully and cruelly: "Can't you tell? I was just playing around."

Then, he pushed the bank card Duan Muze had given him back: "I transferred some money in; consider it a breakup fee."

Duan Muze's breath hitched.

His heart felt like it had plunged into an ice cellar. After a moment, a forced smile appeared on his face: "Yin Yin, stop joking with me. What did I do wrong? I'll change, okay?"

He so desperately wanted the boy to smile again and playfully say, "I was just acting; you couldn't tell."

But reality had given him a harsh dose of cold water, completely dousing him from head to toe.

"I'm not joking. Don't bother me anymore." Yin Luo hardened her heart, finishing her last line, "You're not good enough for me."

Duan Muze's pupils contracted sharply.

It felt like his heart had been stabbed.

All along, his desperate climb up the social ladder had been to become someone worthy of Yin Luo, so hearing these words from the boy's own mouth felt especially cruel.

So, Yin Luo had never liked him.

Everything he had done was laughable in her eyes.

But… Duan Muze's fingers clenched until they turned white, his aura turning icy. He stared at the cut on Yin Luo's lip and sneered, "Yes, I'm not good enough for you."

"But wasn't it you who was holding me and trying to kiss me last night?" "Are you sure there's another man who can satisfy

you?!"

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