69 : Many admirers in High School

 Yin Luo was stunned, not quite understanding Shang Chengnin's meaning.

The system, which had seen countless films, kindly helped explain.

After hearing it, Yin Luo's toes curled up in shame. He stared wide-eyed at Shang Chengnin in disbelief, trying to scrape together something to refute it.

But then he thought, from Shang Chengnin's perspective, it was indeed true.

A married man inviting two men who were somewhat interested in him to stay overnight at his home, in front of his husband.

Most people probably wouldn't be able to maintain their composure like Shang Chengnin.

Yin Luo hesitated for a long time, finally coaxing, "They won't leave anytime soon, but it's getting late."

Finally, he awkwardly tugged at Shang Chengnin's pajama sleeve.

"Don't you want to sleep with me, husband?"

*

The moment he said "husband," Shang Chengnin's bones melted, he was completely captivated, wishing he could give him his heart. So he generously called the servants to prepare guest rooms for the other two men.

After everything was arranged, Yin Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the two downstairs were unhappy about sleeping in the guest room, this was Shang Chengning's territory after all, so they didn't say anything more.

Yin Luo actually wanted to talk to Duan Muze, since he hadn't spoken a single word to him in the several days he'd been here.

System: [Host, you've become braver.]

Yin Luo: [Was I timid before?]

System: [Yes.]

Yin Luo: [...]

But in the current situation, it wasn't appropriate to go looking for any other man besides Shang Chengning, so he decided to brush it off for tonight and find an opportunity tomorrow.

It was getting late, and Yin Luo went to the room. Shang Chengning was also inside. Seeing him come in, he said softly, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Yes." Yin Luo saw him opening the closet so late at night and went over to ask, "You want...?"

Shang Chengning casually grabbed a nightgown: "I was with those two people just now, and my clothes got soiled."

Yin Luo: "..."

Compared to that, Lu Ran's words weren't so venomous after all.

Yin Luo was a bit of a germaphobe, which was understandable, but he didn't expect Shang Chengnin to be so unconcerned, changing his pajamas right in front of him.

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, then turned around.

But his reaction was a little slow, and by the time he turned back ,

the image was already frozen in his mind.

Shang Chengnin's pajamas were the bathrobe type, without buttons, only a tie, and he wasn't wearing anything underneath...

His ears suddenly burned, and Yin Luo belatedly thought that Shang Chengnin had a pretty good physique.

The system suddenly chimed in: [Host, aren't you straight?]

Yin Luo stubbornly replied: [...Straight men can appreciate others too, right?]

System: [But your body temperature is very high.]

Actually, Yin Luo also felt strange. Spending a lot of time with these people, sometimes just smelling their scent would make his face flush and his legs go weak, and sometimes he would think about all sorts of things.

Could it be that he's really not straight anymore...?

As Yin Luo was struggling with this, a very hot body suddenly covered his back, making him shiver involuntarily. Then, fine, dense kisses landed on the back of his neck, tickling and tingling.

"Why did you turn around?" Shang Chengnin's voice was hoarse. "Yinyin, we haven't done it in so long."

Yinluo's eyelashes trembled. He was held in the man's arms, thin and particularly small, seemingly defenseless.

Yet Shang Chengnin continued to guide him.

"It might be a little uncomfortable at first."

"But I'll try my best to make you comfortable."

Before Yinluo could say anything, he was lifted up horizontally. His body sank into the soft bed, his voice muffled and damp.

"There are other people here..."

"My voice will be heard by others."

Shang Chengnin finally managed to pull away from the gentle embrace: "No, the room is very soundproof." Yinluo 's

voice trembled: "...I'm very loud."

"Next time, next time, okay?"

He didn't know that such words would only arouse the man's possessiveness and make him even more excited.

Because he couldn't affect his brainwaves, his little wife could only beg for mercy while satisfying Shang Chengnin's various demands. It was late at night before he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Shang Chengning slept beside him, his eyes filled with endless pity. He gently kissed Yinluo's forehead, then held him tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go.

"Goodnight."

"My Yinyin."

*

The next morning.

As Lu Ran's assistant, Yinluo was to attend the opening ceremony with him, so even though he was exhausted, he struggled to get up the moment the alarm

rang .

He should be thankful that Shang Chengning still had some conscience and didn't go all the way to the end.

Even so, his back was almost broken.

The system complained: [What did you guys do when I was locked up until the middle of the night last night?]

Yinluo stammered, and since no one was in the room, he used changing clothes as an excuse not to answer.

System: [I saw it all!]

Yinluo: [! What?]

He asked in surprise and shame: [You glitched again?]

System: [A few times when you were released, I saw him bend your legs onto his shoulders and say things like you're so flexible.] Yin

Luo: [...]

After the heat on his face subsided a bit, he forced himself to continue asking: [...] What about the others?

System: [...] That's all.

Yin Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't expected that Shang Chengnin, an old virgin, could find so many ways to torment him even without doing anything. He hadn't had a moment's rest last night.

Pushing these messy thoughts to the back of his mind, Yin Luo quickly changed his clothes and washed up. When he went downstairs, he found three men already sitting down.

Duan Muze and Lu Ran had even changed their clothes.

Their styles didn't seem like they were borrowing Shang Chengnin's clothes, and besides, Shang Chengnin wouldn't lend them to them anyway. He couldn't wait for these two to get lost.

The dining table in the living room was large, so the three of them sat apart, with some distance between them, seemingly not wanting to touch each other. Judging from their voices, they were still arguing about something, looking at each other with dislike.

Afraid that they would quarrel, Yin Luo immediately went downstairs, and then heard Lu Ran sneer: "It's not like we haven't kissed before, who doesn't know his lips smell good?"

Yin Luo: "..."

He didn't know what the group was arguing about, but he knew the topic couldn't continue, so he quickened his pace and went over: "Are you all awake?"

Lu Ran changed his expression the fastest: "Yinyin! Aren't we going to the film set in a bit? So I woke up a long time ago."

Yin Luo hummed in agreement, greeted the two men next to him, and then sat down to eat breakfast.

Breakfast was simple bread and milk, clearly not prepared by Shang Chengning—but that was understandable; it was really too much for Shang Chengning to prepare breakfast for the other two.

Yin Luo wasn't picky about food; because he was in a hurry, he focused on eating.

He chewed very quickly, his small mouth unable to hold much, so his fair cheeks

bulged out, like a little hamster hoarding food.

He choked a little, then drank half a glass of milk in one gulp, so a little white liquid got on the corner of his lips, but he quickly rolled it back into his mouth with his tongue.

It was a very normal scene, but in some people's eyes, it was exceptionally beautiful, enough for them to dream about.

After Yin Luo finished eating, he looked up and found that all three of them were staring at him.

Yin Luo: "?"

He asked in surprise, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry." Shang Chengning took a sip of coffee with an air of superiority, then looked at Yin Luo's face, completely unrecognizable from the wild, lewd talk he'd done in bed last night. "You expended a lot of energy last night, you need to eat more."

"You too."

The quiet atmosphere suddenly became more intimate.

Actually, even without being told, Duan Muze and Lu Ran had already noticed. They had been intimate with Yin Luo before and knew what those bright red lips and languid expression meant.

But this was Yin Luo's own choice.

The two of them tensed up, directing their dissatisfaction and anger at Shang Chengning.

Yin Luo's eyelids twitched, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at their expressions.

Especially Duan Muze, whose face was already sour; if he weren't there, he probably would have already started a fight with Shang Chengning.

It wasn't like they hadn't fought before.

It was almost time. Yin Luo stood up and urged Lu Ran to go to the film set together. Lu Ran, who had waited all night for this opportunity to spend time with Yin Luo, immediately stood up and, without a trace of hesitation, pushed Yin Luo's shoulder and left.

His sports car was parked outside. As soon as he opened the door for Yin Luo to get in, the other two followed.

Lu Ran coldly shoved Yin Luo inside, then got into the car himself, leaving them only a trail of exhaust fumes.

*

The opening ceremony went smoothly. Lu Ran was called to a meeting by the producer, who told him not to go anywhere and to stay in the lounge before leaving.

Now he really felt like he was being kept…

There wasn't much to do outside; there were dedicated staff to set up the set, and his presence would only be a hindrance. So Yin Luo quietly stayed in the lounge.

The system showed that the three people's brainwaves were normal.

But problems could arise at any time, so Yin Luo didn't dare to be careless and asked the system to retrieve two sets of data:

Duan Muze's and Lu Ran's high school records.

He had already checked Duan Muze's high school information in the real world, and it was identical to this one. Yin Luo focused on Lu Ran

's .

Lu Ran's resume was much more complex and outstanding. It showed excellent grades, participation in many competitions, and significant achievements, even winning a basketball championship.

Was this what Duan Muze aspired to?

—Good grades, many hobbies, and excellent athletic ability.

On the surface, that certainly seemed to be the case. But Yin Luo felt that the reason for the split personality couldn't be so simple.

He placed the two documents together, with photos of Duan Muze and Lu Ran in the upper right corner. These were simple blue-background photos that easily make people look bad, but neither of them lost any of their handsome features.

However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that although they shared the same soul, their temperaments were completely different.

Lu Ran was a typical prodigy, with all the best conditions. He had never suffered hardship and was intelligent, so he was always enthusiastic and positive towards people and things.

In the photo, his eyebrows were relaxed, very gentle, and he looked exceptionally approachable.

Although Duan Muze's features were also handsome, his brows and eyes were filled with suppressed anger, coldness, and resistance, his gaze full of defensiveness and roguishness. This

was probably related to Duan Muze's family background.

Yin Luo pursed his lips.

It was as if something important was about to break through, just a little bit short.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

The sudden voice brought Yin Luo back to his senses, and he looked towards the door. Duan Muze was standing there at some point.

Recalling the photo from earlier, Yin Luo looked closely at Duan Muze's face—the coldness and hostility were still between his brows.

He remembered that when he lied to the other person about dating before, Duan Muze was somewhat gentler.

"Who are you thinking about?" Duan Muze saw that Yin Luo was still daydreaming, and his face darkened. "Thinking about Lu Ran? Shang Chengnin? Or some other man?"

Yin Luo came back to his senses: "No..."

He didn't expect that his first conversation with Duan Muze after transmigrating back would be this. Yin Luo frowned, and before two seconds had passed, he was hugged tightly.

Duan Muze hugged him tightly, his voice far less calm than his outward appearance suggested. With no one else around, his vulnerability was laid bare: "Do you know how I've survived these past three years?"

"I wanted to die, but the thought that you might come back kept me waiting."

"I waited so long."

Yin Luo's heart softened at his words. He didn't struggle, patting Duan Muze's back like he was comforting a child: "I'm back, you… don't be sad anymore."

Duan Muze held on for a long time. After

a while Hearing this, Duan Muze's shoulders trembled before he released Yin Luo. 

He leaned down, staring intently at the person before him. 

For three years, he had relied on imagination and memory, sketching Yin Luo's outline in his mind every night, until that face became increasingly blurry. 

And now, this person was right in front of him. A beautiful face, a familiar scent. 

Duan Muze vowed that no matter how much resentment he felt in the future, he would never let Yin Luo disappear. 

Yin Luo was examining Duan Muze's wounds from the fire. 

The exposed skin was smooth, and even the old scars and the small piece missing from his ear had healed. 

The system boasted: "[Of course, host, you used all your points! That's the best healing medicine; it can even set a broken leg back on its own.]" Yin Luo's guilt lessened slightly. 

Lu Ran was still in a meeting, which gave the two some time alone. 

In those three years, Duan Muze had accumulated countless words, but when he actually saw her, he remained silent. 

Because he discovered that nothing was happier than sitting quietly beside Yin Luo. Moreover, some things he said might scare Yin Luo away if she heard them.

Duan Muze had finally caught up with the person and decided to put away his claws this time, no longer acting like a mad dog.

The man's silence made Yin Luo uncomfortable, and she spoke first, "Why don't you ask me... why I disappeared, and why I inexplicably came back?"

Duan Muze didn't hesitate much: "Those aren't important."

"The important thing is that you're back, Yin Yin."

He knew Yin Luo had secrets, and considering the previous clues, it wouldn't be difficult to piece together some clues. He just didn't want to investigate.

What good would knowing them do?

If Yin Luo had a mission that required him to do something, he would help him.

Even if it meant hurting himself.

Yin Luo was somewhat moved by Duan Muze's words; he was prepared to tell her everything. People were passing by outside, discussing the setup of the film set. Yin Luo overheard them and waved the script in her hand: "Right, if you're not with the Duan family now, have you considered coming back to act?"

Duan Muze shook his head, paused for a moment, and then added, "I have plenty of money; I can support one more person."

"..." Yin Luo understood his implication. "Um... Lu Ran is acting in a campus

drama this time. Have you ever acted in a campus drama before?"

"No." Duan Muze gave his reason, "My image doesn't quite fit."

Yin Luo was taken aback: "But I don't think you look old?"

Duan Muze: "..."

A moment of silence.

Duan Muze: "It's just that I can't portray that student vibe."

Yin Luo said "Oh," and seeing that the topic had shifted to high school, she took the opportunity to ask, "Did many people pursue you in high school?"

The question sounded somewhat ambiguous, and Duan Muze was clearly taken aback: "Not many." Back

then, he had nothing to offer except his grades. He was gloomy, withdrawn, had no friends, grew his hair very long, and was thin because he wasn't getting enough to eat.

He was the kind of person who was particularly unremarkable.

“Back then… I didn’t have many friends, and even if I liked someone, I didn’t dare to say it.”

Yin Luo’s breathing became shallow.

“What about you? You had a lot of guys chasing after you in high school, right?” Duan Muze asked in return.

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, then said honestly, “Not many…”

And many of them looked like very strong men, and he felt like they could punch him to death if he didn’t agree.

Duan Muze didn’t believe him, of course: “Did you date them? Did you kiss them?”

Yin Luo was taken aback.

If only the first question was asked, Yin Luo could deny it readily, but the second one…

He wasn’t good at lying. Just from that momentary hesitation, Duan Muze already knew the answer. He thought… it turned out that he wasn’t Yin Luo’s first kiss.

His voice was filled with uncontrollable jealousy: “You were so young, and he kissed you?”

System: [Brainwave fluctuations! Host!]

Yin Luo was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he almost blurted out: “No, no, I was forced, and his kissing skills were not good at all. It wasn’t as comfortable as kissing you.”

Duan Muze didn’t expect Yin Luo to say that. His shoulders shrugged, and then he turned his face away awkwardly.

[Brainwaves returned to normal.]

[But—]

Yin Luo murmured in confusion, "Hmm."

System: [Look at the door…]

Yin Luo turned her head and saw Shang Chengning and Lu Ran standing at the door, looking this way expressionlessly. !

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