48 : seem like a jerk

 Yin Luo initially didn't believe that a bath could cause fainting, but as time went on, he indeed found it difficult to lift his arms.

Just as he hesitated whether to call Duan Muze in, the other spoke first: "Yin Yin."

"I'm coming in."

Having not heard Yin Luo's voice for a long time, Duan Muze was worried and, disregarding whether she would dislike him, opened the door and went in.

In the steamy bathroom, Yin Luo was completely pink from the bath, her body soaking wet.

She was looking at him with her eyelids half-open.

Duan Muze took a deep breath, suppressing the alluring thoughts in his mind. He went over and gently dried Yin Luo with a towel.

The young man's waist was slender, with lingering finger marks, and the grime on his legs made him appear particularly ambiguous.

The man looked away, quickly drying the water droplets dripping from Yin Luo's body, casually throwing on a large shirt before carrying her back to the room.

Although Duan Muze was inexperienced and awkward in matters of the heart, he was quite capable at serving people. Yin Luo lay comfortably on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, only half his face showing.

Duan Muze had helped him shower, his own clothes getting wet in the process. Perhaps afraid of wetting the sheets, he sat down on a chair beside him, his gaze fixed on him.

"Your...legs still hurt?"

Yin Luo sensed a hint of embarrassment in the other's stiff tone.

He lazily replied, "...It hurts."

Duan Muze lowered his eyes. "I'll study hard, you...don't be afraid."

Yin Luo looked away.

Duan Muze saw the young man turn his head to the other side, clearly not wanting to talk to him.

The man pressed his temples in annoyance.

For the three years Yin Luo had been gone, he had survived on countless beautiful dreams. Now that the person was beside him, things were somewhat different from those dreams.

The size was a bit mismatched.

Add to that Yin Luo's pale face, terrified.

He dared not continue.

Duan Muze ran his fingers through his hair, his aloof and domineering CEO demeanor completely gone. His collar was disheveled and he looked slightly embarrassed as he awkwardly approached Yin Luo. "Are you hungry? I'll make you osmanthus porridge?"

Yin Luo finally reacted.

Although it didn't work out in the end, he had been kissed haphazardly for four hours and was already starving.

Perhaps because no one cooked for him at home before, Duan Muze was a very good cook. When the two of them were together, Yin Luo

would go to his apartment for a free meal whenever he didn't have class.

After the meal, he would pretend to go wash the dishes, but of course, Duan Muze wouldn't let him.

What did the man say back then...

"Or what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

—The voice from his memory and the whisper in his ear at this moment overlapped for a moment.

Yin Luo slowly turned his head, his voice weak. "Osmanthus porridge, I'll have it with lots of sugar."

Duan Muze hummed in agreement, adjusting the air conditioning and the blankets for him before leaving.

Yin

Luo was still somewhat angry, so when Duan Muze brought over the porridge, he pretended to be so weak he couldn't take care of himself.

However, before he could even ask Duan Muze to help feed him, Duan Muze picked up the spoon without hesitation.

Yin Luo: "..."

He's quite obedient at times like this.

The system suddenly spoke: [Host, although it's no longer needed, the bullying value is still accumulating. This includes the bullying value from rejecting suitors abroad over the past few years.]

[Currently 12782 points, enough to buy over a hundred boxes of desensitizing medicine, which you can also use in the real world.]

It's a huge sum of money.

The system then prompted: [When you ordered the male lead around just now, the bullying value increased by 30.]

Yin Luo thought to himself, I didn't order him around, he did something bad first.

Duan Muze had already brought a spoonful of porridge to his lips, and Yin Luo turned his head away: "Aren't you going to blow on it? My lips are almost bruised from your kisses, how can you eat something so hot?"

Duan Muze's gaze subtly swept over the young man's lips.

They were still swollen.

Her lips were usually a light pink, giving her a demure look, but once they were sucked hard, the color would turn exceptionally dark, and her lip peaks would appear two or three times larger.

They were lips naturally suited for kissing.

Duan Muze steadied his breathing, ignoring the young man's unintentional teasing, and blew on the already lukewarm porridge for a while before handing it over again: "It's not hot anymore."

Yin Luo finally obliged, twisting her neck slightly and taking a small bite, her face scrunching up: "It's so cold, it tastes awful."

Duan Muze put the spoon back in and scooped some from the bottom of the bowl: "This time it's lukewarm."

He didn't even give her a cold look. He had

a pretty good temper.

Yin Luo felt embarrassed to bother Duan Muze anymore, because he seemed to need rest more than she did.

The man had been working non-

stop , first going to the company to handle business, then dealing with several men who came to ask him for someone, then flying abroad overnight to pre-register their marriage, and then rushing back to Yin Luo.

The ring was something Duan Muze had bought right after retiring from the entertainment industry.

He realized he didn't hate Yin Luo as much as he'd imagined. More than hate, he wanted to possess him, to love him.

But after returning home, Yin Luo argued with him about another man.

She even said she'd never marry him.

Duan Muze had forgotten what he was thinking at the time. When he came to his senses, Yin Luo was already crying and cursing him while being kissed by him.

This shouldn't be happening.

He wanted to talk things out properly, wanted to live a good life with him.

The porridge in the bowl slowly disappeared. Duan Muze put the bowl on the table, picked up a wet wipe, and wiped Yin Luo's mouth. Then he stared at her for a long time.

Yin Luo had gotten used to his staring, and now that she was thick-skinned, she dared to say anything: "What are you looking at, you pervert?"

Duan Muze chuckled softly.

Yin Luo's ears inexplicably burned.

He felt his reaction was a bit strange, deliberately ignoring it and saying disdainfully, "Your clothes are all wrinkled, aren't you going to take a shower and change?"

Duan Muze lifted his eyelids: "Are you urging this pervert to take a shower?"

"..."

Yin Luo's temper flared up, and he climbed out of bed, leaning against the headboard: "Aren't you going to shower?"

"Yes." Duan Muze obediently turned and went to the bathroom.

However, more than an hour passed.

Yin Luo was playing a mini-game on the system interface until he was dizzy, and after leaning against the headboard for a while, the sound of water from the bathroom never stopped.

What was he doing?

He was so sleepy...

Yin Luo gradually closed his eyes.

So when Duan Muze finished washing up and came out, he saw the scene that had made his hour-long effort futile—the young man was lazily sprawled on the blanket, his oversized white shirt half-covering his body, revealing a small patch of fair shoulder. The hem of his shirt was twisted around his waist because of his full, rounded breasts. The red marks between his legs were still faintly visible.

Duan Muze took a deep breath, carried the young man to the head of the bed, and covered him with the blanket.

He lay down next to Yin Luo, tightly wrapping his arms around the young man's waist.

The humid fragrance wafted over, and Duan Muze's nerves relaxed. This was the first time he had felt truly relaxed since breaking up with Yin Luo.

He gazed at the gentle, quiet face opposite him for a long time, as if just looking at him could make up for the more than three years that had passed.

*

Yin Luo woke up the next day at noon.

After getting up, he found a necklace around his neck, with a ring on it.

It was a very simple men's ring, without any embellishments. Yin Luo turned it around slightly, and the letters D&Y were engraved inside.

Were they the initials of the two of them?

Yin Luo never expected that someone as unrestrained and aloof as Duan Muze would do something so common and mundane.

Yin Luo wasn't used to wearing anything around his neck, and just as he was about to take it off, the system said: "[Host, I checked the price for you, it doesn't seem expensive.]"

Yin Luo: "?"

Yin Luo: "[See, he takes advantage of me and then stops caring.]"

System: "[I checked again, Host, this is a style from four years ago, it's discontinued.]"

Yin Luo was stunned.

In the end, he didn't take the necklace off.

*

For the next period, Yin Luo lived a very comfortable life.

He ate and drank well, enjoyed a free vacation, and did nothing but eat, drink, and play every day.

Besides not being able to contact anyone else, he could often watch movies and play games in the system interface, pushing his homebody nature to the extreme. Duan Muze

flew to the company during the day and didn't return until evening or even later, but Yin Luo would come over every day to have a meal with him. Then, he would hold him and sleep.

Yin Luo initially thought the other person would do something, but found that Duan Muze was sleeping soundly.

He was so deep that even a flick on his forehead wouldn't wake him.

So… could I run away while he was asleep?

System: [Host, your idea is a bit bold.]

Yinluo: [Am I supposed to stay here forever? Besides, didn't you check for me? The wedding can be held in a week. I'll just leave this world then, and he'll become a widow.]

System: [...]

System: [Host, you're actually afraid the male lead will spoil you, aren't you?]

Yinluo: [...]

He widened his eyes, incredulous: [System, where did you learn that word? You've gone astray.]

System: [Our words are all reviewed by AI, so we can't go too far. That's why we've learned to use words cleverly. According to your character, escaping is an essential part.]

Yinluo resentfully said: [Didn't you say my idea was bold?]

System: [

Because even if you run away now, there's only the ocean outside, unless you also want to experience a fantastical adventure.]

Yinluo: [...]

A moment of silence.

Yin Luo: [You mean, I need to try and get my phone to call the police first—]

System: [You can't call the police.]

Yin Luo: [Huh?]

System: [According to the plot, you only need to contact your family.]

Yin Luo: [Your books are really weird.]

After he finished complaining, he noticed the pressure on his waist had increased.

Yin Luo felt a heat source pressed against his back, and hot breath hit him. Obviously, Duan Muze was awake.

Those thin but strong hands kept rubbing his lower back through his clothes. Yin Luo couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so he reached out and pressed his hand down.

Duan Muze did stop moving.

Yin Luo thought the man had finally stopped, and was about to close his eyes when the hand on his waist flipped over and wrapped around his fingers.

Duan Muze especially liked this action.

When Yin Luo was a child, he also liked to cling to his mother's hand like this, because his mother was busy with work and rarely had time to spend with him. Later, he read in a book that it was a sign of insecurity.

Yin Luo didn't pull away.

Perhaps it was his tacit consent, because the man's breathing became heavier, and he began to intensify his actions.

He sat up and pressed his lips to the mole on Yinluo's wrist, as devout as a believer.

Gradually, he became restless,

kissing and biting.

Yinluo's body trembled slightly, and the mole changed color.

The mole on her ankle received the same treatment.

Yinluo, who was supposed to be sleeping, felt hot and numb from his actions, her eyes reddening. Annoyed, she tugged at Duan Muze's hair: "Are you done yet? Aren't you getting up tomorrow morning?"

Duan Muze let her pull, his voice low and hoarse: "Yinyin."

"Your mole has turned red."

"You're all red."

"Do you... need me to help you?"

...

Having been discovered, Yinluo was both angry and ashamed, her voice trembling with tears: "Who told you not to sleep, kissing me in the middle of the night—uh..."

Yinluo had never told anyone that these two moles were sensitive. Before, when Duan Muze wanted to kiss her, she would absolutely refuse.

Now that he had been discovered.

... A series of soft sobs

drifted from the room , tinged with a hooked quality, their endings soft and weak. This was followed by the whimpering sounds of kissing. Unfortunately, all these sounds were blocked by the soundproofing material. No one downstairs noticed. * Fortunately, Duan Muze's technique had improved dramatically, and Yin Luo, after regaining his senses, actually wanted to praise him. Moreover, the other party had only helped him, without forcing him to do anything. Of course, Yin Luo refused to help; his arms must be killing him. After that, Duan Muze became bolder, no longer just holding him while sleeping. Yin Luo went from initial resistance to complete acquiescence, not caring about anything after they were finished, kicking him away as soon as he was carried to shower and dressed. Completely disregarding Duan Muze's well-being. Yin Luo closed his eyes and sobbed to the system: 【System, I seem to be a scumbag, waaaaaah.】 System: [...] It feels like life is just a blur of pixels now. * After enjoying this for a while, Yin Luo discovered something else.

His shirts seemed to be different every morning than the ones from the night before.

But these shirts were all very similar, so Yinluo wasn't entirely sure.

System: [How did you notice?]

Yinluo: [The materials were different; I could feel it on my skin.]

System: [...The Prince of Peas?]

Yinluo: [...]

Although it wasn't a big deal, Yinluo felt uneasy, so she secretly made a mark on the collar.

The next day, sure enough, the mark was gone.

Yinluo couldn't understand: [Does this book have any supernatural elements?]

System: [No, this book is categorized as urban romance.]

Yinluo: [...]

Yinluo couldn't sense any romance elements; it was all forced.

Forced to be kissed, forced to open his mouth, forced to accept these seemingly expensive gifts.

After a day of unease, finally, at dinner, Yinluo saw the marked shirt.

—On Duan Muze's body.

Yinluo was too shocked to speak.

Being a pervert was one thing.

The shirt also had wrinkles from sleeping, not to mention it had been washed.

Steam rose uncontrollably from his face, and Yin Luo's eyes reddened with embarrassment. He bit his lower lip tightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

How could someone wear the clothes he'd worn all night?

They were all dirty. There

might even be saliva on them.

After a moment, Yin Luo, as if he'd suffered a great injustice, whispered to Duan Muze with red eyes, "You... hurry up and take off your clothes!"

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