75 : Fit two people in bed

 After leaving school, Duan Muze drove back to the company.

He always wore that indifferent expression, so no one could discern his true emotions.

Even though he didn't work overtime all night, the employees simply assumed he was going home to recuperate, secretly relieved that they could also work less overtime.

Duan Muze returned home.

To be more efficient at work, he lived in an upscale neighborhood not far from the city center.

The apartment was fully furnished, and aside from some essential appliances and furniture, he hadn't bought anything else. A layer of dust covered the cold tiles; because of his illness, he hadn't hired anyone to clean, nor had he cleaned it himself.

He figured he could make do. Make do with what he had, make do with what he had.

After all, his life now was completely different from before. He would no longer worry about food and clothing, wouldn't be humiliated or beaten by his mother, and wouldn't be bossed around or bullied by the Duan family.

But at the same time, he had also lost something.

Because he had spent his youth at the bottom of society, desperately trying to climb up, he became lost and directionless after reaching the top.

He even forgot the reason he had so desperately climbed up the social ladder.

It wasn't simply about taking revenge on the Duan family or becoming superior.

He must have forgotten something that was forcing him forward… or someone.

For some reason, he thought of Yin Luo. He and the boy had only met twice, yet every word and action of the other had stirred countless emotions within him. For example, the flutter in his heart when they first met, the trembling and joy when the boy pressed his lips to his, and the suppressed pain when the boy said he would never see him again… These were all things he had personally experienced.

And now, he sat at the dining table, looking at this cold, lifeless home—it couldn't even be called a home, it was just a house.

Duan Muze's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't realized before that he was living like a walking corpse, that his life, and he himself, had lost a certain vibrant vitality.

This vitality he lacked was in Yin Luo.

He had seen it.

A strong sense of need for happiness welled up in Duan Muze's heart. 

He wanted to brighten the living room, so he laid out a beautiful, thick rug on the sofa and floor, placed a few comic books on it, put some chopped fruit on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and randomly selected a movie. 

He seemed to have lived such a warm ande peaceful life before, but now, he had forgotten these important memories. 

It was understandable that he was angry. The familiar headache returned, and Duan Muze, pulling himself together, irritably pressed his temples. 

After a while, he realized he had never done this before. Who had taught him this? That evening, Duan Muze cleaned the house thoroughly. 

He wasn't a pampered young master born into privilege; he still retained the habit of doing things himself. 

After cleaning, he went to a mobile app and bought some blankets, slippers, and other items. 

He hardly needed to compare or choose; he could directly and accurately search for them, as if an invisible force was telling him— the blankets should be thick and patterned. 

The slippers should have rabbit ears. He should buy comics and a game console … After doing all this, Duan Muze washed up and went back to his bedroom. 

Late at night, he closed his eyes and suddenly felt someone touching him under the covers. 

He threw back the covers, turned on the light, and saw Yin Luo's beautiful face. The boy had naturally captivating eyes, with upturned corners, and his cheeks and ears were slightly flushed from being covered by the blankets. 

This made his face even more alluring. Duan Muze was momentarily stunned. He didn't understand why Yin Luo was suddenly in his bed, and... naked. He felt their skin touching, heat passing between them. 

Then, the boy suddenly glared at him playfully, complaining, "You're burning me." Duan Muze froze. 

He knew exactly where the boy meant by "burning"—it had become that hot almost the instant he noticed something was wrong. Feeling embarrassed, he secretly moved to hide his discomfort, but he was still discovered. 

He thought Yin Luo would be disgusted with him, but the boy just lowered his eyes, chuckled twice, and then drew circles on his chest with his finger. 

His voice, like a hook, said, "Do you want me to help you...?" He then quickly burrowed deeper into the blankets. 

The boy's bold and unrestrained actions touched a nerve in Duan Muze. 

Without hesitation, he was like a wild beast consumed by desire. ... Duan Muze didn't sleep well all night. 

When he woke up, he was soaked in sweat. He was dazed for a moment before realizing that the beautiful and intoxicating pleasure in his dream was all an illusion. 

After a moment of dejection, he felt no shame, even reliving certain scenes. After reliving them, he couldn't help but think about their conversation the day before. 

Had he and Yin Luo really kissed and made love? If so, he would never let the boy go to someone else so easily. 

Duan Muze made a silent decision and finally got out of bed. 

He took a cold shower for over an hour, quickly changed the sheets and blankets, and then made breakfast—for two. It all seemed to happen naturally. * On the third floor of the boys' dormitory, the dormitory supervisor called out to Yin Luo again.

 He had already memorized the handsome male classmate: "Hey, don't forget to bring the flowers up, or they'll get ruined if I leave them here." "..." Yin Luo sighed helplessly. 

This past week, he'd received a large bouquet of vibrant red roses every day, each accompanied by a white card with a red arrow piercing a heart on the cover—utterly cheesy! Inside were a few lines of handwritten, cheesy love quotes. So corny! Yin Luo knew, of course, who sent the flowers. 

If Duan Muze were there, he'd want to throw the card in his face and ask where he'd found such disgusting lines! 

But he'd keep the roses; flowers are innocent. 

Perhaps it was his non-rejection that gave Duan Muze hope. 

After that, the gifts from the man became increasingly expensive and frequent, soon piling up on Yin Luo's desk. 

This reminded him of Shang Chengnin, who also constantly sent him gifts, even bringing one back from business trips.

 It made him feel meticulously pampered. But why was Duan Muze so annoying? Yinluo was sure it had something to do with the cheesy pick-up lines he wrote on the cards. 

Although he was annoyed, he still kept all the cards he received and put them in a small box. 

Roses don't last long, but since Duan Muze was sending them so many, Yinluo couldn't just throw the fresh ones away, so he gathered them up and piled them on the balcony, but they still took up some space.

After a while, her roommates joked, "Shouldn't we open a flower shop? We could sell them to those guys next door at a discount."

"..." Yinluo was a little embarrassed, lowering her eyes and saying, "Sorry, I'll take them home this weekend."

The roommates were all close to Yinluo, and usually quite easygoing, so they didn't care about such things. Instead, they started gossiping about who sent the roses. Yinluo had often been stopped by confessions or given love letters before, but she'd never encountered such an aggressive advance

without ever seeing the person in person.

"Who is it?"

"This is quite expensive."

"Could it be that black car parked downstairs the other day..."

That day, Duan Muze came to see Yinluo, and one of her roommates saw them; the atmosphere between them was obvious to everyone.

Yinluo, thinking that her conversation with Duan Muze might have been overheard, blushed deeply: "No, no... it wasn't him."

One of her roommates actually had a bit of a crush on Yinluo, but seeing that she wasn't very perceptive, he kept his feelings hidden. Seeing Yin Luo's shy expression, he understood that the boy might also be interested in this suitor. He felt a little disappointed but didn't say anything.

*

That evening, Yin Luo opened the WeChat friend request. Despite being repeatedly rejected, Duan Muze persisted in sending requests, and today was no exception.

The man's friend request messages were always different.

"Have you eaten?"

"No classes this afternoon, right?"

"Is your nickname Yin Yin?"

...and so on.

He seemed a little bad at pursuing people, just like the gifts he gave, each one expensive and ugly. Although Yin Luo was disgusted, she couldn't help but find him a little bit cute.

Like a puppy that had accidentally angered its owner, drooping its tail and leaving the bone it usually hid for its owner, crouching at a distance, not daring to approach, just cautiously watching. Thinking about it

this way, she couldn't dislike him anymore... Yin Luo lowered her eyes, looking at her phone screen, and after a while, accepted Duan Muze's latest friend request. Inside the brightly lit building of

the

Duan Group, Assistant Zhang was working overtime as usual when a loud commotion suddenly came from the president's office. Startled, Assistant Zhang thought Duan Muze had fainted from overwork. He immediately stood up, but just as he reached the door, it suddenly opened, and someone rushed out!

Assistant Zhang was startled, and after regaining his composure, he realized it was President Duan. He was shocked for a few seconds, then composed himself: "...President Duan? What's wrong?"

Duan Muze's eyes were a little red.

These past few days, he had been working during the day, dreaming at night, thinking about how to pursue someone, and silently processing the disappointment of being rejected—he was incredibly busy.

Although he looked tired, his spirits were high, especially his eyes, which looked much brighter than usual.

"I have something to do. If you're done, you can go home."

Assistant Zhang stood there stunned for a moment, but Duan Muze was already gone.

He realized that the commotion in the office earlier—it sounded like someone pounding on the table? And, having been an assistant for several years, he had never seen that kind of...excited expression on President Duan's face.

Duan

Muze didn't know why he suddenly went crazy in the middle of the night. He was just overwhelmed by the sudden acceptance of Yin Luo's friend request on WeChat, his emotions too intense to resist the urge to see her.

His car sped along, mirroring his pounding heart. He had been working, and during his break, he'd unintentionally opened WeChat and discovered he'd become Yin Luo's friend an hour earlier.

He couldn't explain his emotions; it was as if he was born with a special feeling for Yin Luo, so even the slightest response from her triggered his uncontrollable urge to go crazy.

The car slowly drove into Yin Luo's school.

Along the way, Duan Muze had already prepared his opening line. He decided to confess in person, then vow to remember the past and ask for some time. However, when he actually arrived at Yin Luo's building, he hesitated.

Personality is the hardest thing for a person to change.

So even though Duan Muze had lost his memories of Yin Luo, his first instinct towards her remained one of inferiority. That deep, unspoken crush consumed most of his time and became the reason he desperately climbed the social ladder.

Duan Muze sat in his car, parked downstairs for a while, before taking out his phone, pinning Yin Luo's WeChat to the top, and casually sending a message: 【Are you asleep?】

A simple greeting, yet his fingertips trembled as he typed it.

Unexpectedly, Yin Luo replied almost instantly. Duan Muze's throat tightened, and he held his breath as he opened the message—

Yin Luo: 【Who goes to sleep at 8:30?】

Duan Muze's lips curled into a smile.

He could imagine Yin Luo's tone and gestures as she said this; it must have been both coquettish and impatient, but in his eyes, it was incredibly cute. He suppressed his excitement and replied: 【I'm not asleep either, are you hungry?】

Yin Luo: 【No.】

A more skilled flirt would have at least met her since she was already downstairs. But Duan Muze was exceptionally clumsy in this regard; since Yin Luo said she wasn't hungry, he was truly at a loss, stubbornly waiting downstairs until the dormitory lights went out before leaving.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to send Yin Luo a "Goodnight."

Since

adding each other on WeChat that night, Duan Muze would

chat . The more they chatted, the more ambiguous the atmosphere became.

It went from text messages to voice messages, and then to video calls.

Yin Luo would occasionally answer, and sometimes he would suddenly have something else to do in the middle of the conversation. Duan Muze wouldn't hang up, just watching the boy busy himself on the other end of the video.

Yin Luo was exceptionally fair-skinned, his eyes lowered, his eyelashes appearing thick and curled on the screen, like a fan. Just looking at him like that made Duan Muze's thoughts wander.

Yin Luo was completely unaware of his unusual behavior, unaware that his quiet and serious side could also arouse a man's desire.

Sometimes, when he was busy with his thesis and didn't see the messages from the other party, his WeChat would vibrate a dozen times in a row.

They were all emojis he had sent Duan Muze, apparently saved by the other party.

When he had some free time, Yin Luo would message him: 【Aren't you working?】

Duan Muze: 【I haven't been feeling well lately, I'm recuperating with my PhD student.】

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, then immediately called him. It rang a few times before the other party answered. His voice was a little hoarse, but thankfully, he didn't sound sickly.

"Are you alright?" Yin Luo asked.

The boy's call was completely unexpected. Duan Muze's intention in saying he wasn't feeling well wasn't to gain sympathy, but since it seemed to elicit concern, he decided to play along.

"Headache, an old ailment," Duan Muze thought for a moment, then added, "I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

This actually aroused Yin Luo's sympathy. He felt he'd been ignoring him for a while, and the man's pursuit had been quite good, so he decided to give him a chance.

"Should I come to see you at the hospital? The same hospital as before?

"

After hanging up the phone, Duan Muze got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror for about ten minutes, feeling that his face looked perfectly healthy, without any sign of the frailty that would require someone to care for him.

After a moment of contemplation, he turned on his computer and typed the keywords "pale" and "sick."

Half an hour later, Yin Luo arrived. Looking at the pale-faced man on the hospital bed, she asked in surprise, "You look terrible?"

Duan Muze coughed lightly, appearing weak, and his pale face made his dark eyes stand out even more as he stared straight at her. "I'm not feeling well."

He did look much more serious than she had described on the phone.

Seeing that no one was in the room, Yin Luo became anxious. "Where are the nurses?"

Duan Muze replied, "We're short-staffed."

Yin Luo pursed her lips, somewhat troubled, but seeing Duan Muze's pitiful state, she finally relented. "How many days are you going to stay?"

Duan Muze's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm. "Four or five days, I guess."

Four or five days... he was just finishing his thesis, and writing it here would be just as good. Besides, he had experience taking care of Duan Muze. All these pent-up feelings left Yin Luo unable to think of a single reason not to stay.

"I'll stay with you,"

Duan Muze's eyes lit up, and after a moment, his Adam's apple bobbed. "Okay."

Yin Luo glanced around the room. Usually, a single bed for a caregiver was set up in a hospital room. "Do you have a small bed here?"

Duan Muze replied decisively, "No."

Yin Luo: "..."

"That's alright," Duan Muze said very seriously, "This is a double bed; two people can sleep in it.

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