50 : Liked people with experience

 Yin Luo no longer blushed at such words.

Because something even more shameful had already happened, especially in that cramped closet.

When Duan Muze hoisted his legs onto his shoulders, and the other man kissed him while calling him "baby," Yin Luo knew that saving face was no longer important.

He had to find a way to escape again.

Duan Muze quickly applied the medicine and kissed him on the corner of the mouth; Yin Luo didn't dodge.

In the following days, the other man didn't do anything excessive.

Only sometimes, when holding him to sleep at night, would he suddenly say things like, "I'll try my best to make you comfortable," "I'll study hard," or "Your place is very narrow."

Yin Luo was both angry and ashamed, and in his haste, he slapped him.

The slap was quite forceful, sounding particularly loud. Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, then timidly said, "...Why didn't you dodge?"

Duan Muze's skin was fair, and there was already a clear handprint on his face.

The man, impeccably dressed and decisive outside, was now nuzzling the young man's ear like a child desperately begging for candy: "I won't hide from you."

Yin Luo couldn't blame him anymore; a wave of guilt washed over him, and he let the man hug him.

The man kept asking, "Feeling better? Want to hit him again?"

Yin Luo: "..."

He couldn't help but ask the system: [What's going on with that book? Is the male lead a pervert?]

The system was about to crash.

Seeing it couldn't answer, Yin Luo didn't press the issue: [How's the matter I told you about a few days ago going?]

System: [Host, I've reported that matter to headquarters, now we're just waiting for the process.]

Yin Luo hummed in agreement.

Even if he was dense, he could see the plot had a bug—he was supposed to be a villainous cannon fodder character, so why were they all clinging to him, especially Duan Muze, who was supposed to retaliate against him, but instead became a nanny cooking and applying medicine for him every day?

Putting aside what happened in the closet, even if it did, he should have been left alone.

So Yinluo asked the system to check with its superior to see if something was wrong.

He decided to deviate from the book's plot and escape this awful place first.

System: [Host, you've gained three pounds in this awful place.]

Yinluo:

[...]

Well, you can't really blame him.

Aside from being kissed and used as a human-shaped body pillow every day, he'd been living a very comfortable life lately. Perhaps because he was frightened by Duan Muze's crying in the closet that day, Duan Muze hadn't suggested doing that kind of thing.

Yinluo pinched the soft flesh on his leg.

It seemed... he had gained weight.

"Where does it hurt?" A deep male voice whispered in his ear. The two were almost pressed together, and Yinluo's smallest movements would be noticed.

Like pinching his leg just now.

Yin Luo, of course, wouldn't mention gaining weight: "Make less food tomorrow."

Duan Muze assumed he was tired of the food: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

This softened Yin Luo's heart, and he tried to persuade him: "Duan Muze, you don't have to do this. Your life is already very good. You have whatever you want, and you won't be bullied anymore... Let me go, and I promise I'll never appear in front of you again, and I won't make you angry, okay?"

The young man's words made Duan Muze's face darken. He said sullenly, "I just want you."

Yin Luo didn't speak.

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell Duan Muze everything—

I will leave; I don't belong here.

You must live well.

"Goodnight." Feeling a gentle touch on his lips, the light was turned off, and Yin Luo was embraced by the man's strong arms, gradually closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

*

Yin Luo stayed in this villa for a week, and still no one came to rescue him.

Duan Muze gave him a phone, but it was new and had no numbers saved. Yin Luo couldn't remember any numbers except his own—calling the police or asking the system to tell him was rejected by the system for violating the plot.

He could only rely on himself.

Yin Luo: [Now it seems Duan Muze has even brought his work back to do, so I have even less chance to escape.]

Since escaping fits the character's persona, the system didn't reject it: [Let me help the host look at an escape guide!]

Yin Luo was surprised: [Besides "The Self-Cultivation of a Sea King," there are books like this?]

System: [No, I read Wallpaper Literature to see how their protagonists escape.]

Yin Luo: [...]

After a half-minute silence, Yin Luo still asked: [How do they escape?]

System: [Most of them run away while pregnant.]

Yin Luo: "!"

He said in a low voice: [Is your book like that too?]

The system flipped through: [I haven't seen it yet.]

Yin Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

System: [But given the current fragmented plot development and the male lead's extraordinary physical abilities, it's not impossible—]

Yin Luo raised his voice in fright: [Stop talking! Stop talking!]

The young man immediately got out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

The

tall man preparing ingredients in the kitchen heard some noise and turned around, catching a familiar aroma.

A young man was biting his lip, walking towards him menacingly. Duan Muze was

charmed by his appearance, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. He put down what he was doing.

He casually wiped his clean hands on his apron, his gaze slowly moving downwards, only then noticing the young man wasn't wearing shoes.

The temperature wasn't too cold, but walking barefoot on the floor would easily cause a chill. Duan Muze left the kitchen and immediately carried the young man to the dining table outside.

Yin Luo didn't say a word as the man scooped him up and placed him on the table.

"The kitchen is dirty,"

he said gently.

Then, Duan Muze went to the entryway, grabbed a pair of fluffy white slippers with rabbit ears, and bent down to slip them on Yin Luo's feet.

After this series of actions, Yin Luo's imposing aura immediately dissipated by more than half. He looked away, his mouth opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Duan Muze kissed his eyelids, quickly turning them pink.

Seeing that Yin Luo didn't flinch, despite her fierce yet surprisingly easy-going demeanor, he felt a surge of desire. Ever since that day in the wardrobe, because Yin Luo cried so much, he hadn't dared to touch her easily. He

was actually finding it very difficult to restrain himself every day.

Especially since Yin Luo was always so unguarded and carefree in front of him.

It only made her more alluring.

Duan Muze took a deep breath, his voice low and heavy: "Hungry? Or bored?"

Yin Luo's eyes were flushed red from the steam, looking like pretty glass beads soaking in water. He glanced around; seeing no one, he spoke softly, "You...that day...that day..."

"Did you put it all inside?"

Duan Muze was taken aback.

Although he phrased it euphemistically, he almost immediately understood what Yin Luo meant.

He had forced the young man that day. He thought the young man would feel ashamed or resentful, so

he hadn't mentioned it , only silently applying the medicine and trying to wear him down.

Yes.

Duan Muze was that kind of crazy person. Once

he decided on someone, even if the other person no longer loved him, he would keep them by his side, using every trick in the book to keep them.

But he hadn't expected Yin Luo to bring up that incident herself...

All the images flashed through his mind again.

The reddened groin and knees, the murky liquid flowing from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom door.

Vivid and decadent.

Duan Muze remained expressionless: "Hmm."

Yin Luo bit her lower lip tightly, and soon, that small piece of flesh was bitten until it was a bright red, exuding a pleasant aroma.

Sure enough.

It was all inside.

Afraid of ending up pregnant herself, Yin Luo punched Duan Muze's shoulder hard: "Aren't you annoying? Don't you know you should... should take precautions?"

With that, she jumped off the table and went upstairs,

leaving Duan Muze standing there alone.

The lingering fragrance still surrounded him.

The young man's simple, nonsensical words had made him breathless, wishing he could carry her to his room and knock her out.

Duan Muze steadied his breathing.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he suddenly understood what the young man was worried about.

*

That afternoon, there was another person in the villa.

It was the doctor Duan Muze had specially invited for him.

Yin Luo was confused: "I'm not sick, why call a doctor?"

Duan Muze certainly wouldn't say something like "I'm afraid you'll worry about my pregnancy," he could already imagine Yin Luo's reaction. She

would definitely blush with embarrassment, staring at him both angrily and stupidly.

Duan Muze curled his lips: "A physical examination, I see you've lost weight recently."

Yin Luo: "..."

He was really lying through his teeth.

Yin Luo followed him downstairs.

The doctor was younger than he had imagined, a handsome and refined man, dressed very neatly.

Duan Muze stood to the side, his phone suddenly rang, probably for work, he went out to answer the call. Only the doctor and Yin Luo were left in the living room. It

was very quiet, which made the sound of the doctor preparing the equipment seem loud.

Yin Luo lowered her eyes and stared blankly.

Just then, the system sounded: [Host! The opportunity has come!

]

Yin Luo: [Huh? What?]

System: [An escape opportunity! I've read in some novels that the protagonist deliberately gets injured and then uses the doctor to obtain information to escape!] "

But..." Yin Luo hesitated. "He's definitely one of Duan Muze's people, right? If I'm exposed, I'll be in big trouble. And how am I supposed to talk to him?"

System: "In novels, it's usually seduction."

Yin Luo: "..."

Seduction?

Yin Luo: "Do you think I would?"

System: "I'll find you some clips and lines."

Yin Luo was convinced. After all, opportunities were rare, and he had to seize them. Even if he failed, he could pretend nothing had happened, and it wouldn't be a loss.

He looked up at the doctor who was taking a stethoscope out of his bag.

He was indeed a young and handsome man, with a straight nose, thin lips, and a quiet and gentle personality.

Yin Luo: "Then... I'll give it a try."

*

The doctor put on the stethoscope and listened to the patient's heart rate through his clothes.

He wondered if it was because the person opposite him was too close, but the fragrance wafted to his nose. Even though he was listening to someone else's heart rate, his own heartbeat seemed more pronounced.

Time passed slowly.

"Are you done?" The young man opposite him suddenly spoke, his voice incongruous with his striking appearance, soft and drawn out, even somewhat obedient.

"Is there something wrong with my heart?"

The handsome young man's voice remained gentle and soft.

The doctor pressed his flustered heart, trying his best to appear professional: "There's nothing wrong, you're doing very well."

He sensed the young man nod in the lamplight.

The room fell silent again.

The doctor's breathing almost stopped, his forehead sweating with tension.

He didn't know the head of the family; his teacher was very familiar with them, but his teacher wasn't here today, so he was the one to come. Before coming, someone had specifically told him not to look at things he shouldn't, or his eyes would be gouged out.

When he arrived, he realized what he shouldn't have looked at.

Even without a close look at the young man's face, he could tell from the general outline what stunning beauty he possessed. It was a pity he was trapped in a cage.

These things weren't his business as an outsider.

But after hearing those words, he suddenly felt that it was related to him again.

"Are you

dating ?"

He unconsciously swallowed, feeling the surrounding fragrance intensify.

The young man was dressed loosely, revealing slender ankles, so thin that his foot bones protruded, with tiny veins visible on them.

Beautiful.

Even though he saw many beautiful people every day, the doctor was still stunned, his voice clearly tinged with nervousness: "...No."

That made things easier.

He looked like an innocent young man, maybe even a little socially awkward, otherwise his ears wouldn't have turned red so quickly.

He stared at the panel in his mind, hesitating whether to continue.

His feet kept twitching.

The doctor was almost dizzy from the mole on the young man's foot.

He roughly understood why the person opposite him was kept in a villa by a powerful figure—because he didn't want anyone to see him, because if they did, someone would want to take him away.

"Never dated anyone..."

The young doctor heard the young man's slow, slurred voice, his handsome face flushed, so nervous that he could barely hold his stethoscope.

The next moment, he felt the young man lean close to his ear.

"So, do you like it—" The young man's voice was seductive, like the alluring serpent in the Garden of Eden tempting Eve to eat the apple.

"Experienced?"

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