49 : In the wardrobe

 Duan Muze put down his chopsticks and looked up at the person opposite him.

His eyes were bruised, and his brows were tired; he clearly hadn't rested well. But after hearing the young man's words, his eyes brightened noticeably.

Yin Luo realized his words sounded strange, and his voice became even softer: "I mean...it's..."

He was already slow-witted, and the shock made it difficult for him to find the right words.

The man, seemingly obedient and indifferent, was actually deliberately teasing him mischievously: "Want to take it off here?"

His serious demeanor made Yin Luo even more shy.

It made him feel like he was about to do something with the other person right there, in front of so many people.

Although the several aunties around them were busy with their work and not close enough to hear their conversation, Yin Luo was still extremely angry.

"You're not allowed to eat anymore." He glanced at the man's bowl; he'd almost finished. "Come upstairs, I have something to tell you."

Except for the daily cleaning time when the aunties would come upstairs, Yin Luo was usually alone. If Duan Muze came back, they would be alone together.

So, the second floor was a safe haven for him, a place where he could guarantee his privacy.

The young master and employer went upstairs one after the other. The servants, who hadn't dared to lift their heads, secretly huddled together, whispering.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"It was what the young master said."

"Huh? I was so far away, how could I hear? Did you hear it? What did he say? Tell me quickly."

"The young master told that person to take off their clothes."

"What—?" "

Keep your voice down, do you want to lose your job!"

They had already heard about the Duan family head's temper—unpredictable, stern, and unsmiling—so they didn't even dare to call him by his surname, only vaguely referring to him as "that person" or "head of the family. "

But this cold and gloomy person could be so gentle and patient with another.

Having worked for wealthy families for many years, they had long since developed a keen eye and understood that this young master of the Yin family was no ordinary person. But when they actually saw him, they were all shocked.

They had never seen a man who looked like this.

No wonder the important figures of the Duan family had been thinking about him day and night for so many years.

During this time, they could all see that the young master of the Yin family had no romantic feelings for President Duan; he was clearly being forced into this villa.

But today… the young master of the Yin family actually said such a thing? Could it be that President Duan's suffering has finally come to an end?

*

Just as she reached the door of the room, Yin Luo turned around. Duan Muze was right behind her, very close.

Yin Luo directly grabbed the man's shirt, frowning to make herself look fierce: "This is what I wore to bed last night!" When

he was angry, his eyebrows and eyes were bright and vivid, making it hard to look away.

Duan Muze stared intently and hummed in agreement.

Yin Luo: "!"

He actually admitted it so openly…

This blatant statement left the young man stunned for a while before he continued fiercely: "You… why did you do this? Can't you wear your own clothes?"

After saying that, Yin Luo realized that this must be Duan Muze's own clothes.

"I mean, can't you wear other clothes? You should have—"

Yin Luo was halfway through her sentence when she felt her lips being touched. He paused for a moment, then took a step back, saying, "I'm talking to you, don't interrupt."

"And don't kiss me."

Duan Muze was shameless enough: "Your breath smells so good when you talk, I can't help but want to kiss you." Yin

Luo had heard this at least eight hundred times; almost everyone he met had said it to him. Sometimes he wondered what his own scent was, but he couldn't smell anything special.

[Host, don't forget about the clothes.]

[...]

He was almost interrupted. Yin Luo frowned: "Don't change the subject, tell me what happened with the clothes!"

Just as he finished speaking, Duan Muze suddenly leaned down, resting his head lightly on the crook of his neck. He felt the man rubbing against his neck like a large dog, and then took a deep breath.

It felt like something warm was touching his neck.

"Yinyin,"

Duan Muze's voice was weary, "During those years you were abroad, I was so tired every day, but I couldn't sleep."

"But after you came back, when I held you, smelled your presence beside me, I could fall asleep."

The man's breath tickled Yinluo's earlobe, making it both itchy and numb. Perhaps influenced by this, Yinluo felt a tingling sensation in his heart.

Hearing that Duan Muze hadn't slept well for years, Yinluo felt guilty and didn't dare to complain about the clothes anymore. In fact, he even tacitly allowed it for the next few days.

Sometimes

, when the man helped him change clothes in the morning, he couldn't help but kiss down his neck, and Yinluo was too lazy to struggle. Only when he got annoyed by the kisses would he kick him away.

Then, his legs would be lifted up, and kisses would fall on them continuously.

Duan Muze's mood visibly improved.

One morning, Yinluo found a tablet on the bed, with internet access and various games and video apps.

Was this something Duan Muze left for him?

System: [Host, you're amazing!] "At this rate, getting the phone will be just around the corner!"

Yin Luo paused, taken aback.

He hadn't originally intended to gain Duan Muze's trust and thus establish contact with the outside world by flattering him, but the system's suggestion made it seem like it was possible...

"Shh! Don't reveal this plan."

Yin Luo coughed guiltily.

In the following days, Yin Luo returned to his state of trying to gain Duan Muze's favor, attempting to appear gentle and obedient.

Whenever Duan Muze returned, he would give him a sweet smile and offer him a drink.

Sometimes he would even tie the man's tie.

Although he clumsily tied it crookedly, Duan Muze didn't mind, and even felt happy—this awkwardness proved that Yin Luo hadn't done this to any other man.

From being flattered at first to gradually accepting it a few days later, Duan Muze knew something was wrong, but he still fell head over heels in love with Yin Luo's charm.

It wasn't his fault; Yin Luo even went into the kitchen for him.

The setting sun shone on the kitchen counter, and Duan Muze looked at Yin Luo wearing an apron. The young man lowered his eyelashes, his pale fingers sliding across the water, the tips of his fingers pink.

Duan Muze suddenly wished time could stop at this moment.

To stop in this warm and ordinary scene.

This was the kind of ordinary life he wanted.

Yin Luo was looking at a recipe, worrying about whether the food she made would cause food poisoning, when a warm source of heat pressed against her back.

His waist was tightly embraced, and a weight pressed down on his shoulder—

"Yinyin, let's start over, okay?" Duan Muze's voice was gentle. "I won't hold you back, and you should try to accept me."

"I'll like you more than any of them. My money and my house will all be yours."

"Will you be my wife?"

Yinluo hesitated.

He ignored the tickling sensation on his lower back and vaguely replied, "Then give me my phone first. I haven't contacted my family in a long time

."

This answer made Duan Muze think that Yinluo had agreed to his request.

After a moment of stunned silence, he returned the phone, which was in the study, to the young man.

Yinluo gloated: [See! My phone! I'm saved.]

The system also got excited: [Are the days of mosaic finally over? Waaaaah.]

Yinluo coughed.

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to contact his family in front of Duan Muze, so he could only temporarily put the phone away and continue fiddling with his recipes.

But Duan Muze kept following him around, clinging to him like glue.

One moment he would nuzzle his neck, and the next he would steal a kiss on his cheek.

He also said some strange things.

"Yinyin, you look so good in that apron."

"It would be so nice if you didn't wear anything underneath."

"I'll buy a few more in the future, so you don't have to cook, you can just wear it, okay?"

Yinluo: "!" He

was actually being shameless and acting like a hooligan!

Yinluo felt like he was also being retaliated against by the male lead, just in a different way. This kind of retaliation couldn't be blocked by the system.

Finally, he threw the ingredients back into the sink with a straight face: "Then you cook!"

Duan Muze actually cooked dinner, and it was delicious.

Yinluo ate his fill, and then... that night, Duan Muan pinned him against the wall and kissed him for a long time, and he digested it all.

System: [Waaaaah, host, I'm going to get snow blindness...]

Yinluo's lips were still swollen, and he said weakly: [No...]

[My darling, we'll be free tomorrow.]

*

The next morning.

Yinluo was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but as soon as Duan Muze left, he picked up his phone and called Yin Yuzhou.

Yin Yuzhou answered instantly, his voice tired and hoarse: "Hello? Yin Luo? Yin Yin? Is that you?"

Although the original Yin Yuzhou didn't care about his adopted younger brother's life or death, Yin Luo felt that he and his brother had a pretty good relationship, and from any perspective, the other was the first choice.

"Brother, it's me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yin Yuzhou's heart almost stopped! The fatigue from searching unsuccessfully for days vanished, but his nerves still weren't relaxed: "Where are you now?"

Yin Luo told him the location given by the system.

He was still a little afraid that the plot

would and Yin Yuzhou wouldn't come to rescue him, so he exaggerated the situation: "Brother, come quickly."

"I hate it here."

"Duan Muze bullies me every day, I hate him so much."

Yin Yuzhou's eyes were bloodshot. Just hearing Yin Luo's crying voice made his heart ache, and he wished he could kill Duan Muze himself.

After gently comforting Yin Luo for a few moments, Yin Yuzhou immediately arranged for a helicopter to rescue him.

The two men who had been blocking the Yin family's door for days somehow learned of this and arranged for a helicopter to follow Yin Yuzhou.

*

Yin Luo hung up the phone.

According to the plot, this rescue was unsuccessful. In the original book, Yin Yuzhou didn't care, so it was unclear why this time.

Was this island too hard to find? As

Yin Luo was pondering this, some strange sounds suddenly appeared in his mind

—somewhat like teeth chattering .

Yin Luo glanced at the bright sun outside the window: [System, are you cold?]

The system stammered: [Host... host... male lead...]

Yin Luo: [Hmm?]

System: [Behind you...]

Yin Luo's breath hitched.

He stiffly turned his head, and sure enough, Duan Muze was standing at the door.

Although he knew this escape wouldn't succeed, Yin Luo hadn't expected this reason—it was like a ghost movie, and Duan Muze had come to take his life.

Yin Luo wanted to cry but had no tears, and his voice trembled: [How... how did he come back?] System: [

Host, I think I'm about to be inside the mosaic, take care.]

Yin Luo: [...]

Watching the man approach him step by step with an expressionless face, the young man's legs went weak, but he still managed to back away until his ankle hit something, and he fell directly into... the wardrobe.

There was a layer of clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe, so it didn't hurt much; he was more afraid of Duan Muze.

Yin Luo's mind went blank, and he couldn't speak, his legs trembling with fear.

He had a feeling.

—This time, Duan Muze would punish him severely.

*

Duan Muze knew that Yin Luo would call home, and that was the purpose of giving him the phone. During this time, he was besieged by Yin Yuzhou and two other men. Although his position was secure

, the combined efforts of the group still exhausted him a lot.

Moreover, he didn't want to keep Yin Luo locked up like this forever. He

just didn't expect to hear those words with his own ears.

—"I hate him so much."

Yin Luo hated him.

Duan Muze's lips were tightly pressed together, and the lines of his face were sharp and cold.

He knew.

He should have known.

It was just that Yin Luo's attitude towards him made him think that the other person still liked him a little, or even pitied him.

Pity would have been enough.

But it turned out he was just deceiving himself.

Duan Muze crouched down, blocking the only exit.

His broad frame blocked the light, completely enveloping the beauty in the wardrobe in his shadow.

The beauty's eyes were already red-rimmed, staring at him with her beautiful light-colored eyes.

He could vaguely hear trembling sobs.

This was right.

Only looking at him.

Only able to look at him alone.

Forever.

"Does Yinyin really like the wardrobe?" Duan Muze braced his hands against the wardrobe door, plunging the light into darkness. His voice was emotionless, yet strangely chilling. "How about we play a game?"

Yinluo was too terrified to think, his voice trembling. "Duan Muze... please, please let me go!"

Duan Muze's gaze was fixed on him. "Didn't Yinyin want to be my wife? What's wrong? You don't like me anymore?"

He said, stepping into the wardrobe.

Yinluo was truly terrified this time. "What... what are you doing! Get out! Get out now!"

His previous docile facade had completely crumbled. He screamed, his voice becoming shrill. "My brother will come to save me! Shang Chengnin and Lu Ran will come to save me! Please let me go, waaaah..."

Because of fear, the young man spoke without thinking, saying whatever came to mind, thinking that the more people he mentioned, the more intimidated the other man would be. Little did he know that he had touched a nerve with the man.

"Let go... um..."

Yin Luo's mouth was fiercely sealed, the cold breath assaulting his entire body. Soon, his lips were sore and swollen from the kisses, leaving him no chance to speak.

Finally released, Yin Luo opened his mouth, gasping for breath.

The wardrobe wasn't small, but it felt incredibly cramped after Duan Muze entered. They breathed the same

air, which gradually became warm and humid.

The fragrance was exceptionally strong.

"Yin Yin." Duan Muze pressed down on Yin Luo's waist.

...

Although he couldn't see Yin Luo's expression, Duan Muze could imagine the scene just from the crying.

The young man would probably be tilting his head back, his eyes glazed, his face soaked with tears, possibly flowing down his neck, his nose red, his body trembling with small sobs.

His entire body would flush a beautiful pink from the struggle, his toes tense.

The two moles on his wrists and ankles would sway, making one dizzy.

Especially the crisp sound of the anklets.

...

Yin Luo fainted.

...

At noon, just as the servants had set out lunch for two, they saw the head of the household carrying someone down the stairs, coldly ordering them to evacuate as he walked away with the person in his arms.

It was obvious who the person in his arms was.

The servants smelled a very strong fragrance; although they could smell it when the handsome young man passed by, it had never been as strong as this.

Moreover, despite the high temperature, the young man was wrapped tightly in a blanket.

They didn't dare ask what was going on, but quickly grabbed the necessary items and followed him away.

After a few steps, the blanket suddenly loosened, exposing the young man's ankles and a small section of his calf to the air

—covered in dark hickeys .

Densely packed, such affection was particularly terrifying.

The servants naturally understood what had happened, but none dared to look any longer, and they all lowered their heads and boarded the helicopter.

They followed the Duan family head to another villa. This time, there was no sea nearby, and the house didn't have abundant food.

It seemed to be a last-minute decision.

The servants continued their diligent work, but this time, the Duan family head didn't leave the villa.

The first day,

they delivered meals to the room on time,

but didn't see the two of them. The

second day,

the same thing happened.

Until the third day,

the maid carrying the trays reached the door and found it slightly ajar. Just as she put down the food and was about to leave, a curse suddenly came from inside.

It was the voice of the young master of the Yin family.

The maid stood at the door listening for a while. She realized that

this handsome young man didn't know how to curse at all; he only used the same two phrases over and over, and his voice didn't sound like he was cursing, but rather like he was flirting.

Especially when the Duan family head waited for him to finish cursing and then said, "Yinyin, are you tired? Do you want some water?"

The maid thought she had misheard.

Whose mouth could speak such a gentle voice?

Soon, the cursing stopped, and then came the sound of things being smashed.

The noise grew louder and louder, and then, the only crack in the door was suddenly slammed shut,

completely blocking out the sounds from inside.

Duan Muze: "Yinyin, be good."

Yinluo had only regained some strength today. He'd let Duan Muze apply the medicine the past two days, but today he could move on his own and wanted to do it himself, but the man wouldn't allow it.

He got angry, first calling him a "pervert," a "bad dog," and saying things like "you only know how to bully me," then, seeing that the other wasn't angry at all, he switched to smashing things. He

smashed everything expensive in the room.

However, the man was only worried about him cutting himself, and this time he didn't let him have his way.

After restraining the young man's two slender wrists with one hand, Duan Muze used his long fingers to apply the minty-scented ointment.

"You need to apply it deep."

"Yinyin, your fingers aren't long enough!"

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