76 : Hot spring hotel

 Yin Luo couldn't refute it.

That bed seemed quite large.

But sleeping in the same bed was still dangerous. Given Duan Muze's past record, Yin Luo didn't quite trust him, so she specifically asked Zhao Qing for a small bed and set it up in the corner.

Duan Muze didn't expect Zhao Qing to actually bring a small bed, and was quite dissatisfied. Zhao Qing understood Duan Muze's thoughts and gave him a disdainful glance—he hadn't even regained his memories yet, and he was already thinking about sleeping in the same bed?

Seeing that Zhao Qing wasn't going to work, Duan Muze got up to help set up the bed. He then deliberately asked, "Doctor, is this your own bed?"

Zhao Qing sneered inwardly, "Yes."

Then he turned to Yin Luo and said, "But don't worry, I always sleep at home. I've never slept here before. It's new."

Yin Luo finally realized.

So that's what Duan Muze meant by that… It seems he still remembers that she has a cleanliness obsession.

Zhao Qing felt that if she stayed any longer, she would become a third wheel, so she very tactfully left the room.

There were extra clean blankets and pillows in the ward, and the man didn't let Yinluo lift a finger. He quickly made the bed for the boy and placed a chair next to it.

This man had taken care of him like this before, and Yinluo felt a sense of security and comfort that he couldn't quite describe. He was too embarrassed to say that when the man was busy taking care of him in the room, the cool mint scent was particularly strong, and he found it pleasant and even secretly moved closer to the man.

"I think it's still too small." Duan Muze felt it was too unfair for Yinluo to stay with him on this small bed. "You sleep in mine, I'll sleep in this one."

Yinluo naturally refused: "How can that be? You're a patient, you need to rest."

He patted Duan Muze on the back: "Go back and lie down and rest, I need to finish my thesis."

The moment the boy touched him, Duan Muze's body stiffened involuntarily. He could feel the warmth of the other's fingers.

Yinluo's body temperature was low, but every time there was physical contact, it miraculously raised his body temperature.

Seeing that Yin Luo had already turned on her computer, Duan Muze didn't say anything more, but simply sat back on the bed. His gaze remained fixed on Yin Luo.

He thought to himself, how could this person be so handsome? It was as if every feature and skin was shaped according to his wishes. Her eyes were alluring yet refined, her nose delicate, her lips full…

her lips.

His gaze finally settled on her lips.

Yin Luo had already noticed Duan Muze's gaze, looking longingly at him, yet too afraid to speak, like a large dog wagging its tail.

He couldn't help but soften, his eyebrows curving into a smile, and deliberately called her name abruptly, wanting to see the other's embarrassed expression after being caught.

"Do you still remember how to write a thesis?"

Duan Muze nodded.

He actually remembered? Yin Luo was surprised, but then he thought that although Duan Muze looked experienced and stern, he wasn't actually that much older than him, so it was only natural that he remembered.

He reached out, his slender fingers bending towards the man.

Without even saying a word, Duan Muze immediately got off the bed. He walked over to Yinluo, and the sweet, misty scent immediately wafted over. He took a deep breath, trying to concentrate, and leaned closer to look at the computer screen: "What's wrong?"

Yinluo's ears were a little itchy from his breath, but moving away now would seem petty. So he just secretly rubbed the itchy spot and pointed at the screen: "Here, do you think it's too far-fetched?"

Duan Muze leaned even closer, and Yinluo thought he was deliberately taking advantage, but after a while, Duan Muze gave his opinion.

This opinion enlightened Yinluo, and his eyes lit up: "So that's how it's supposed to be."

He glanced at the man: "You're actually so amazing. Well, you were a good student in high school."

The boy's adoring gaze made Duan Muze's blood boil. At this moment, he especially wanted to know about that forgotten memory. He affectionately rubbed his chin against Yinluo's fair neck: "We were together in high school, right? Can you tell me about it?"

Together in his dreams.

Yin Luo coldly brushed aside the fluffy head beside her neck with her fingers: "We didn't even know each other in high school."

Duan Muze was taken aback: "Then how did you know I was a good student?"

Yin Luo frowned, thinking for a while before saying, "I found out later." Then she added, "We've never been together."

Duan Muze was shocked, and it took him a while to recover: "Then tell me I—"

Yin Luo found him annoying: "Why do you keep asking me? Think for yourself, if you can't remember, we're completely over. I need to write my thesis, hurry back!"

Duan Muze: "..."

The man was at his beck and call, yet willingly so.

*

Duan Muze just needed to rest; he could still take care of himself, so compared to the last time, Yin Luo was much more relaxed this time.

She didn't have accompany him to the toilet, nor help him shower, and even got free feedback on her thesis.

Today, as Duan Muze was being discharged from the hospital, Yin Luo accompanied him through the discharge procedures. Seeing him hesitate at the window, she asked, "What's wrong? Haven't you rested enough?"

Duan Muze pondered for a few seconds, then said, "If I don't stay in the hospital, will I still be able to see you every day?"

His words were exceptionally innocent, almost burning Yin Luo's ears .

He had been behaving well lately, and hadn't done anything out of line. Should she give him a chance?

Yin Luo pushed him forward and whispered, "Okay."

Duan Muze's eyes darkened slightly. Ignoring the surrounding crowd, he took Yin Luo's hand.

In the days following their discharge from the hospital, the two began their official pursuit and being pursued process. Strangely enough, they had done everything intimate in the virtual world, but this one thing was missing.

Yin Luo knew about Duan Muze's past, but she wanted him to tell her himself.

Duan Muze had forgotten everything about Yin Luo, but intuitively, he felt she was the only one for him.

Neither of them had ever been in a relationship before; one was cautious, the other oblivious. Small frictions were inevitable, but they were quickly resolved, helping them to better understand each other.

Knowing that Yin Luo's words about "finding the next one" were just said in anger, Duan Muze breathed a sigh of relief. At least, this ensured that Yin Luo wouldn't accept anyone's advances during the time he was regaining his memories.

*

A week later, Yin Luo received several internship interview invitations from companies, including the Duan Group.

He prepared well and passed almost all of them, but ultimately chose the internship at the Duan Group.

—It wasn't so much related to Duan Muze; mainly, an internship at the Duan Group would be a highlight on his resume, and Yin Luo also wanted to gain experience there.

He quickly completed the onboarding process.

Yin Luo was assigned to a project team of about a dozen people, mostly young people in their thirties. The whole team was energetic and welcomed the newcomer, who was good-looking.

Interns weren't really assigned any crucial work, but Yin Luo still diligently completed the tasks assigned to him by the team leader.

Duan Muze didn't give him any special treatment, but he started coming to the project team much more frequently, leading everyone to think there was something wrong with his work.

Whenever Yin Luo saw Duan Muze, he would join the others in calling out "Hello, President Duan," a rather novel experience. Sometimes, when Duan Muze called him after work, he would deliberately use a

serious tone: "President Duan, what's up?"

Duan Muze would freeze on the other end of the line, a subtle feeling rising within him. Yin Luo calling him that actually excited him.

His voice was hoarse: "Yin Yin."

"I want to kiss you."

Yin Luo hadn't heard such words in a long time, thinking he was still the same as always. He pursed his lips: "No, not until you regain your memories."

However, these words couldn't extinguish Duan Muze's desire. He imagined Yin Luo blushing because of these words, and couldn't help but continue.

"Your waist looked especially slim when you were standing there today."

Sure enough, Yin Luo's face flushed at his words: "Duan Muze, you... don't say that."

Duan Muze's Adam's apple bobbed: "Do you know what I was thinking back then?"

Even if Yin Luo was a bit slow, she knew Duan Muze to some extent and naturally knew what he was thinking. She cursed him a couple of times as a "pervert" and then stood him up for their date that evening before feeling relieved. Duan

Muze was currently in a state where he would go crazy if he didn't see the boy for a day. If he didn't see him the night before, he would see him to his heart's content at the company the next day, making up for all the lost time.

He himself was enjoying his spying, but the whole group in the team was suffering, each pretending to be diligent and not daring to slack off even occasionally.

Yin Luo finally couldn't resist and sent him a WeChat message after he left: [Don't keep coming over, everyone's uncomfortable.]

Duan Muze quickly replied: [Then let me hug you.]

Yin Luo: "..."

This guy is really bad.

But for the sake of her colleagues, she agreed.

He thought they'd have to wait until after work to be together, but Duan Muze seemed impatient. A moment later, the team leader came over and handed him a document: "Xiao Yin, deliver this to Assistant Zhang in the president's office."

Yin Luo forced a smile and took the document.

The president's office was on the top floor, exceptionally spacious. Yin Luo searched around but couldn't find Assistant Zhang. Just as he was about to open the door and call out, the door behind him suddenly opened, and two strong arms reached out, wrapping around the boy's slender waist and pulling him inside.

When he was pressed against the door, Yin Luo was still a little dizzy. After a moment, he found himself completely embraced by the man.

The broad, warm chest made Yin Luo reluctant to push him away, and in the end, he let the other hold him.

His cheeks were flushed, making him look particularly attractive.

Her voice was soft: "Just for a little while."

*

Yin Luo had been interning at the Duan Group for three months. During the day, Duan Muze was a cold and aloof CEO, but at night he shamelessly pestered Yin Luo, insisting that she tell him what they had done together, what had happened, how far their relationship had progressed, and whether they had met each other's parents.

Yin Luo grew impatient with his nagging and would occasionally reply to messages, but she wouldn't mention a single word about him.

Mainly, there was nothing to mention. If it weren't for the virtual world, Yin Luo wouldn't even know him, but he couldn't very well say things like, "You've had a crush on me for so long, and you were a pervert in high school when you forcibly kissed me."

When the internship ended, the interns had to leave and return to school, and each department even prepared a farewell party for their newcomers. Originally, they just wanted to find a casual place to have a meal to celebrate, but then they were suddenly notified—the whole team was to go to a hot spring.

This kind of treatment was rare, and the employees cheered and praised Duan Muze everywhere. Yin Luo was also happy, but she was stunned when she saw the list of roommates on the hotel room door.

Most of them booked standard rooms, with two male employees sharing, except for Yinluo, who was placed in a single room at the end. He asked Sister Li, who was in charge of this, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "It's perfect that you're alone, and since you're the main character, it's fine for you to stay alone. Everyone thinks so too, don't worry about it, just have fun."

Since Sister Li said so, Yinluo didn't say anything more.

The next day, he took the company-chartered bus to the hot spring hotel. The hotel was very tall and looked very high-end, and everyone was excited. Yinluo followed the group to his room.

Most of the employees' rooms were on the 7th floor, while his were on the 9th.

He swiped his card to enter, put down his luggage, took a shower, and put on the hotel's bathrobe.

The work group was lively, and many people had already started soaking. Yinluo was afraid that he would be late and there wouldn't be any rooms left, so he got up, and then his phone rang. It

was Duan Muze calling.

Yinluo answered: "Hello?"

Duan Muze: "Open the door, I'm at your door." Yinluo

: "..."

Why does this feel like an affair?

Yinluo hung up the phone, opened the door, and sure enough, the man was standing outside.

Duan Muze was clearly taken aback when he saw the bathrobe on the boy, his eyes darkening. "You're going to go to the hot springs with other men wearing this?"

"..."

Yin Luo looked down at his bathrobe, which was so large it almost covered his ankles. "I won't wear this. I'll take this off later—" Before

Yin Luo could finish speaking

, he felt his chin being pressed down, his mouth forced open, and then Duan Muze invaded him deeply.

The man was like a madman, putting all his emotions into this kiss. He held the back of the boy's head, being exceptionally forceful and domineering, kissing even where Yin Luo was almost unable to bear it.

Yin Luo had no ability to resist at all. His mouth was sore that he kept producing saliva, most of which was sucked away and swallowed by the man. A little ran down his lips, making his entire chin wet.

...

He didn't know how long they kissed, until Yin Luo reacted slightly and realized that the man was sucking on his neck.

"Duan Muze—!"

Hearing the boy's angry voice, Duan Muze finally released him. He couldn't imagine Yinluo wearing this to a hot spring with someone else. Why should he have been so careful to hide his ugly thoughts these past few days, while others could just admire the boy's stunning figure?

He was unwilling to accept it; jealousy, resentment, anger, gloom… countless negative emotions surged up at once, and his body uncontrollably pressed Yinluo against the wall.

But this wasn't enough; he wanted more than that.

Duan Muze held Yinluo tightly in his arms. They were quite different in height, and the boy's face was buried in his shoulder, his fair cheeks covered in red marks from his actions.

And tear stains too.

Absolutely gorgeous.

"Yinyin, although I haven't remembered yet, I feel like I like you so much I'm going crazy. Do you hate me? Even if you hate me, you can't go to the hot springs with other people."

"You're covered in my marks, you can't go anywhere." Duan Muze took another deep breath. He found that Yinluo's scent was even stronger and sweeter after being kissed, making him feel completely captivated. "Yinyin, you smell so good. Promise me you'll be with me. I'll give you my money, my house, everything I have, okay?"

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