78 : No one get tired of pupies

 The man's words, accompanied by his hot breath, assaulted Yin Luo's entire body.

The room was dark, so he couldn't see Duan Muze's expression, but he could guess what the other looked like.

What crying... From the moment Yin Luo decided to follow him into the room, he knew what was going to happen. Of course, he wouldn't say it so openly; instead, he awkwardly turned his face away.

His voice was barely audible: "Who wants to cry..."

These words were like a fuse igniting the man's anger. Almost instantly, Yin Luo's lips were pried open.

It was a very bitter kiss.

Before their lips even touched, it went straight into his mouth and onto his tongue. Their tongues were different too; Duan Muze's was hot and thick, pressing down on him, leaving him powerless to struggle, like a dehydrated fish.

His tongue quickly went numb.

The boy who had just said he wouldn't cry, before even getting to the main event, was already teary-eyed from the kiss alone, looking like he couldn't take it anymore.

But Duan Muze couldn't see that anymore.

His nostrils were filled with the boy's increasingly sweet fragrance. Because of his straight nose, when he pressed his face against Yinluo's soft, white cheeks, it sank deep.

It smelled intoxicating.

...

By the time Yinluo regained some consciousness, things had already spiraled out of control.

This was their first intimate contact in reality. Yinluo's whole body trembled. In the end, he was so exhausted that he could only use his arms to support himself and try to escape towards the head of the bed.

However, before he could move much, his ankle was grabbed forcefully and he was pulled back to where he was.

Yinluo was furious, feeling uncomfortable and wronged, and his ankle was being bitten. So, he trembled and cursed him as "pervert," "bad dog," and even some words he had never used before, but the effect was the opposite.

Soon, he didn't even have the strength to curse anymore, and in the end, he could only let out some small pleas and sobs from his throat.

*

The first afternoon.

Yinluo couldn't open his eyes, but he was already awake.

The weak, aching feeling made him feel as if he had been run over.

He remembered that it was already a little bright near the curtains before he closed his eyes last night…

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared around his waist, gently massaging his lower back. Yin Luo shrank back slightly, and the hands paused for a moment before continuing to massage as if nothing had happened.

“Don’t touch me…” Yin Luo said bluntly.

Behind him

, Duan Muze looked tired, but his eyes were bright, and he seemed to be in good spirits. He released his grip and hugged the boy tightly from behind: “Yin Yin, I remember everything.”

Yin Yin finally opened his eyes.

“The things from before, and the things when you treated me.”

Remembered?

Yin Luo moved his shoulder, signaling him to let go, and turned around slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the scratches and teeth marks on Duan Muze’s shoulder.

The madness of last night returned clearly to his mind.

Yin Luo was initially happy to know that Duan Muze had regained his memories, but seeing this made him angry again. In the end,

he just drooped his eyelids and said, "Oh." Duan Muze noticed his anger and intertwined his hands with Yin Luo's fingers—Duan Muze really liked this gesture. He kissed Yin Luo's cheek again: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Yin Luo hummed softly, feeling lazy, and didn't reply.

He could feel a comfortable sensation all over his body; he must have been cleaned up. Duan Muze held him tightly, his body warm and cozy. Yin Luo felt comfortable and didn't struggle; the two remained embracing.

Yin Luo gradually fell asleep again, and by evening it was almost time for him to get up.

Duan Muze ordered room service from the hotel. Yin Luo got annoyed at the bland porridge, silently finishing it before turning to the man who had been staring at him, and asking irritably, "Has everyone else checked out?"

"They checked out this afternoon," Duan Muze said, pushing some snacks towards him. "I've already brought your luggage from the room; you can stay a few more days."

"..." Yin Luo glanced at Duan Muze, noticing his familiar gaze. He then remembered that before falling asleep that afternoon, the man had mentioned regaining his memories.

Normally, he would have been happy, but now... he was too sore to be happy.

After finishing the porridge, Yin Luo had no appetite for the rest and listlessly returned to bed. Around the afternoon of the third day, he finally spoke to Duan Muze: "I want to eat the pastries from that place in Xicheng."

Duan Muze was overjoyed that Yin Luo was finally no longer angry with him. He'd do anything, even pluck the stars from the sky, let alone pastries: "Okay, you rest well. My name is Lin—"

Yin Luo: "I want to eat what you bought."

Duan Muze was taken aback for a moment, then immediately smiled: "Okay, I'll go buy it."

That pastry shop was very famous, and they usually had limited stock, so there were always long queues. A trip there would take at least two hours. Five minutes after Duan Muze left, Yin Luo got out of bed and changed his

clothes .

He didn't actually want pastries; he just wanted to get rid of Duan Muze so he could leave.

Regaining his memory was good, but compared to the torment of the past few days, Yin Luo wouldn't forgive him easily.

Thinking of that night when Yin Luo's fingers stiffened slightly as he changed clothes—if it really was just medicine, it would be one thing, but Duan Muze was clearly sober afterward, yet he kept pestering him…

and even forced him to say so many strange things. He

felt ashamed just thinking about it now.

Yin Luo quickly changed her clothes, grabbed her suitcase, and went to the hotel entrance to hail a taxi. She'd already handed in her employee ID at the company, so she didn't need to go back and took a taxi directly back to school.

When Duan Muze returned to the hotel after queuing for snacks, he searched several times but couldn't find her, and his expression changed. He put down the snacks and pressed his temples.

He truly hadn't expected Yin Luo to sneak away.

It seemed she was still angry.

*

He couldn't get through to her on the phone.

Yin Luo didn't answer at first, and then, probably annoyed, simply turned off her phone. Duan Muze panicked, packed his luggage, checked out of the hotel, and drove back to the company.

He didn't see Yin Luo at the project site.

The project team leader, seeing him arrive, immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Duan, is there anything you need me to do?"

Duan Muze glanced around: "Aren't the interns coming today?"

The team leader was taken aback at first, but immediately understood. So, his frequent visits were all for Yin Luo's sake. He quickly replied, "The interns can complete the handover online; they don't need to come to the company."

Duan Muze understood, said nothing more, and left with a sullen face.

*

Yin Luo went straight to bed as soon as she returned to her dormitory. The journey by car and the distance from the school gate to the dormitory had made her body, which had finally managed to rest, feel extremely uncomfortable again.

She grumbled at Duan Muze as she drowsily closed her eyes.

When she woke up, her roommates had already returned.

Seeing Yinluo resting, everyone tacitly remained silent, even helping him tidy up his carelessly discarded shoes.

Yinluo sniffed, sat up in bed, pressed his phone, but there was no response, then he remembered he had turned it off.

He looked towards the window and noticed it was getting dark: "What time is it now..."

His roommates turned around, one of them, who was playing on his phone, said, "It's seven o'clock, right? Didn't you go to the company? Why are you still—" He stopped

mid-sentence when he saw Yinluo's appearance. 

The boy's eyes were slightly red at the corners, his lips were swollen beyond recognition, and the hickeys on his neck were frighteningly dark. 

His eyes were innocent and pure, but the affectionate desire in them couldn't be concealed. He looked like he had been well-loved. 

For some reason, the group couldn't take their eyes off Yinluo, their minds racing. Yinluo was completely oblivious: "The internship is over, I don't need to go anymore."

 After saying that, he slowly put on a light jacket, covering up the alluring scenery. He got out of bed, and his roommate immediately put his slippers down, but accidentally noticed a light mole on his ankle with a ring of teeth marks. 

His heart skipped a beat, and he coughed awkwardly, 

"Are you hungry? It seems like you were sleeping as soon as I got back." 

Yinluo was listless, "A little hungry." His roommate immediately said, "I haven't eaten either. 

Do you want to come downstairs together? Or should I get you some?" Yinluo was about to say yes when another roommate suddenly spoke up, "By the way, I saw that car downstairs, the one with the last four digits being 88. 

Isn't that the friend who often picks you up?" Yinluo paused. 

He had underestimated Duan Muze's shamelessness. 

The others, seeing his pale face, all knew what had happened, so the first roommate said, "Then you can stay in the dorm. I'll go down to the cafeteria and get you something. What do you want to eat?"

 Yinluo didn't have much of an appetite, "Anything is fine, thanks." The two went to the cafeteria, leaving Yinluo and the other roommate alone.

 Yinluo sat down in a chair, spaced out for a while, then went to the window. It was completely dark when Yinlu peeked out. 

He was on the third floor, so he could easily see the car below. Sure enough, Duan Muze's car was parked downstairs. 

Yinlu pursed his lips, stared for a moment, then closed the window, sat back down, and turned on his phone. 

A flood of messages was popping up. 

They were all from Duan Muze. A dozen phone calls, countless WeChat messages. Yinlu opened the chat window and slowly scrolled up. 

The messages were mostly apologies, asking if he was in pain, if his mouth was still sore, etc. 

Yinlu's face flushed as he read. He had initially thought of replying to him, telling him to go back to sleep and not wait downstairs, but the embarrassment made him hesitate. 

Just as he was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Did you sleep with him?" Yinlu was startled and looked at his roommate. 

His roommate was tall and handsome, often pursued by many, and very polite. Yinlu had a good impression of him, and they were the best of friends. 

So, when he said this, Yinlu was surprised. He even thought he'd misheard: "...What?" "You and that friend downstairs, you slept together, didn't you?" 

This time it was a statement. The boy's expression was indifferent. He'd had a crush on Yinluo since the beginning of university, but he'd never dared to confess. 

Seeing Yinluo with someone else made him both jealous and heartbroken. "You two did it, didn't you? You're covered in marks, and your lips are swollen from kissing."

Yinluo's eyelids twitched. 

He'd never looked in a mirror before, and he hadn't expected to look like this. Did the others notice? His ears gradually burned, and Yinluo's face flushed with embarrassment. 

Seeing that he didn't speak, the other person assumed it was an admission, and his eyes dimmed slightly. 

However, Yinluo didn't seem to want to pay attention to the person downstairs at this moment, so he asked hopefully, "Did he force you? If so, I can help—" 

"No, he didn't force me." Yinluo impatiently interrupted him, "It was my own choice." Yinluo was angry with Duan Muze, but she didn't like others speaking ill of him. 

He didn't notice his roommate's frozen expression, continuing to focus on the message Duan Muze had sent. 

Meanwhile, the boy he'd always secretly loved, seeing the slight blush creeping up Yin Luo's ears, finally understood that his timidity had made him too late. 

Yin Luo already belonged to someone else. * Having finished his internship and research project, Yin Luo got a short rest. 

After a good night's sleep, his body wasn't so sore anymore, so he went downstairs to buy food. 

Sure enough, as soon as he went downstairs, the man in the black sedan opened the door. 

Yin Luo only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before immediately looking away, letting Duan Muze follow behind him. 

After a good night's sleep, he wasn't so angry anymore, but he didn't want to talk to Duan Muze so easily. 

After all, that night, this man had only made love once and regained his senses, yet he'd still tormented him for a long time afterward. 

He'd even forced him to say things he would never normally say. 

Thinking about those words, Yin Luo's face started burning, and he decided to ignore him for a few more days. 

The two entered the cafeteria one after the other, attracting the attention of most people. 

Yinlu was dressed casually, and his hoodie hoodie covered most of his face, so he wouldn't attract attention. 

However, the man in the suit was tall and handsome, naturally drawing everyone's attention. 

But the man's expression was too cold, making him seem exceptionally aloof, so people shifted their gaze to the boy in front of him. 

Yinlu usually didn't care about these looks, but the marks on his body hadn't faded, and his lips were still red.

 Afraid of being noticed, he silently cursed Duan Muze. 

He found a window with a short queue, looked at the menu, and just ordered "spicy chicken" when a voice came from behind him: "You can't eat spicy food." 

Yinlu: "..." He was practically bursting with anger. He turned around and glared at Duan Muze: "Spicy chicken, and stir-fried pork with chili peppers, to go, please." 

The cafeteria worker, seeing the man's sullen face, sensed something was wrong but assumed the two were just arguing, so he chuckled and swiped Yinlu's card. 

The food was quickly packed up, and Yinlu took it and hurried out of the cafeteria. 

He thought Duan Muze would quietly watch him walk back to his dorm, but just as he was about to reach the bottom of the stairs, the other man suddenly stopped him. 

Yin Luo then looked up at him; the man looked a little tired, probably hadn't rested well. This made him feel awkward about being too harsh: "What?" 

Duan Muze looked at the food in his hand: "You can't eat spicy food, it'll make you feel unwell." 

Yin Luo: "..." It sounded like he was still trying to coax him, making him seem a bit unreasonable. 

Yin Luo raised an eyebrow, thinking he was being fierce: "I just bought the food, I don't want to go back and buy it again, don't stop me, I'm going up." 

"Wait for me a moment." Perhaps afraid he wouldn't wait, Duan Muze even took the food directly from Yin Luo's hands, leaving Yin Luo to stand there and wait.

Soon, the man took a thermos from the car.

Yin Luo asked with disdain, "What's that?"

"Porridge," Duan Muze added, "I put lean meat and your favorite vegetables in it."

He'd actually made it himself. Yin Luo looked at him, then down at the porridge, and finally reached out.

Duan Muze finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled contentedly, and handed the thermos to Yin Luo: "Wait a minute, I have something else for you."

Yin Luo wanted to refuse, but then he accidentally saw the ring on Duan Muze's ring finger

—the rose ring he'd given him.

An indescribable warmth surged from his heart to his limbs, making Yin Luo feel warm and sweet all over. His heart pounded, and he suddenly understood what it meant to like someone.

It was

at this moment.

It was when he saw the other person wearing the ring so openly.

He was in love with Duan Muze.

Yin Luo coughed, his tone softening considerably: "What is it now?"

He then saw Duan Muze take a small tube of medicine and a long, thin, cloth-wrapped object from his pocket;

he wasn't sure what it was. "Remember to apply this medicine," Duan Muze said, then asked, "I applied it for you once that night, does it still hurt?"

Yin Luo glared at him: "You knew it hurt, yet it took you so long."

"I'm sorry,"

Duan Muze's tone sounded sincere; if it weren't for his next action, Yin Luo would have almost stopped being angry.

The long, thin package was opened, revealing a dozen or so slender jade strips.

Yin Luo had never seen jade of these shapes before. He touched them; they were warm and had a medicinal smell: "What's this?"

Duan Muze was as serious as if he were discussing a job: "After applying the medicine, you need to put this in."

Yin Luo: "!"

He was so startled that he immediately withdrew his hand, choking on his own saliva, coughing until his face turned red.

Duan Muze slowly patted his back, saying, "These are for nourishing your body. Your...it's too narrow there..." Before he could finish his sentence, the boy being patted immediately looked up and glared at him fiercely.

In broad daylight, Duan Muze's breathing became erratic.

"I don't want to! Don't ever touch me again!"

Yin Luo wanted to say something more, but someone happened to walk by, and he shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Duan Muze stared at the boy's slightly reddened earlobes and the corners of his eyes, his mind wandering back to things he shouldn't be thinking about in broad daylight.

Originally, it was just a crush; hearing a few pieces of news about the other person would excite him for a long time. But now, he completely embraced him, and being able to stand beside the boy, he could no longer bear to lose him.

Yin Luo could ignore him, scold him, hit him, but he couldn't say goodbye.

He took back the jade strip and stuffed the medicine into Yinluo's hand: "Then eat well, and apply the medicine after you finish eating. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it and bring it to you."

Why is he suddenly being so obedient...? Yinluo frowned: "How would I know what to eat tonight? And you, don't come again."

It's too conspicuous.

Almost everyone who passed by was staring at them.

Duan Muze: "I don't want to leave, and I don't want other men to

see ."

"..."

Yinluo had already covered herself up quite well today, but in Duan Muze's eyes, it seemed as if even showing her eyes would seduce men. He thought for a moment, "No one is as perverted as you, staring at me all the time."

After saying that, she picked up the thermos and medicine and was about to turn around, but Duan Muze grabbed her wrist.

"Yinyin." The man's voice was low. "You said you wouldn't leave me, is that true?"

Yinluo, who hadn't given him a kind look since earlier, paused for a moment, then finally nodded and whispered, "Yes."

*

After that day, Duan Muze began his long journey to win back his wife, visiting Yinluo's school almost every spare moment.

Yinluo was a senior, standing at a crossroads, wavering between continuing his studies and going to work. Somewhat confused, he consulted his mother's opinion and decided to continue his studies, starting to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam.

His grades were high enough to apply to universities abroad, but due to his sensitive constitution, his mother worried about his safety abroad alone, and ultimately agreed to let him continue his postgraduate studies in China.

Although he was a step behind others, Yinluo had a solid foundation and high daily study efficiency, and surprisingly, he achieved excellent results in the exam.

After successfully receiving his acceptance letter, Yinluo had nothing to do except work on his graduation project. With free time, Duan Muze started clinging to him again.

Yin Luo discovered that Duan Muze, who appeared aloof and reserved on the outside, was actually incredibly insecure. Sometimes, he even felt that Duan Muze was extremely dependent and clingy.

The two began dating formally.

Duan Muze liked to hold his hand wherever they went. They watched movies together, ate together, traveled together, doing all the things ordinary couples do.

Life seemed ordinary, but Yin Luo found it incredibly interesting.

This was the first time he had truly gotten to know someone, discovering that the process could be joyful and exciting, but also infuriating and frustrating. Especially when Duan Muze was prone to jealousy, constantly suspecting other men were interested in him.

At first, Yin Luo would get angry, but later he found—Duan Muze's jealousy was kind of cute.

After the three personalities merged, Duan Muze gained a sense of maturity while retaining a youthful spirit; these two qualities manifested simultaneously in him without any contradiction.

When men get jealous, they don't go crazy like Duan Muze in the mental world, hysterically saying things like "Do you want me to kill him?" Instead, they're sullen and listless, either working

in the kitchen tidying up the house absentmindedly, occasionally making noise to get Yinluo's attention.

Yinluo secretly smiled, pretending not to hear.

So Duan Muze came over and clung to her.

*

Yinluo was doing her master's degree in Wucheng, and her coursework wasn't too heavy, so she had plenty of free time in the evenings.

Duan Muze bought an apartment near the school; it wasn't big, but it was more than enough for the two of them. However, when she saw that there was only one bed in the whole apartment, Yinluo felt a little helpless.

"Are you thinking about those things again?"

Duan Muze was quite frank: "Anyway, even if there are two beds, whichever one you sleep in, I'll sleep in."

He'd become a rogue now.

Yinluo was amused and annoyed.

They would cook together in the evenings, take a walk afterward, and then lie on the sofa, covered with a blanket.

Ever since Duan Muze learned of Yin Luo's allergic constitution, he cooperated with the doctor to help him with desensitization treatment. As for the desensitization process... Yin Luo's legs went weak just thinking about it.

He was puzzled; if the desensitization wasn't working well, he could now go to crowded places without worry, but if it was working well, he was becoming increasingly sensitive to certain things. He

almost went weak at the slightest touch to his lower back.

At this time, Duan Muze would hold the limp Yinluo in his arms, constantly inhaling the fragrance of his neck.

Once Yinluo regained some strength, he would ask about the man's past.

He was particularly interested in Duan Muze's high school days and didn't believe the other man had fallen in love with him at first sight. Finally, Duan Muze raised his hand and swore, "It was love at first sight. I passed by you in the cafeteria that day."

Yinluo: "Love at first sight in the cafeteria is so unromantic, and I don't look good eating."

Duan Muze kissed his forehead: "You look good no matter what."

"..." Yinluo complained, "So cheesy."

Duan Muze smiled: "Didn't I look rather sinister back then? Plus, it was just my mom and me growing up, everyone thought my dad was in prison."

Seeing him calmly recount these things, Yinluo felt a pang of heartache and hugged him back.

Duan Muze: "Then that day in the cafeteria, I heard someone say I was aloof, that I never made friends, and things like that. I hear those kinds of things a lot, and I was planning to just leave, but then I heard your voice."

Yin Luo paused, he didn't remember: "Me? What did I say?"

"You said—"

In the noisy cafeteria, the gloomy boy, who had been hanging his head, finally raised it, his gaze falling on the porcelain doll-like boy not far away.

The boy was clean and delicate, his eyes squinting when he smiled.

His hair was very light, and his eyes were as beautiful as glass beads, so much so that Duan Muze had been fantasizing about him for so many years.

"No."

"I think he's cool."

*

On the day of his graduate school graduation, Duan Muze and Yin's mother both came to take photos for him.

However, the two didn't meet. Yin's mother had something to do at the company and left in a hurry, and Duan Muze arrived later.

He brought a large bouquet of roses: "Happy graduation to our Yin Yin."

Yin Luo took the flowers and smiled at him.

Only then did Duan Muze notice that Yin Luo had a ring on her hand.

He paused, then said, "You're so dense, I wore it last night."

"This one is a pair with the one you're wearing."

Duan Muze stared blankly at Yin Luo, taking a long time to react before finally picking her up and spinning her around several times in the air. "You...agree?"

Yin Luo smiled and said, "What if I don't agree?"

"Then I'll keep bothering you." Duan Muze pressed his lips to hers. "You've kissed me, you've touched me, you've used me all you want, you can't go to anyone else."

Yin Luo almost laughed: "Okay."

A few days after graduation, their high school held an alumni event, and Yin Luo asked Duan Muze, "Want to go check it out?"

Duan Muze agreed.

That day, the two wore the school's T-shirts and walked side-by-side on campus, looking like a young high school couple for a moment.

Someone was promoting a cat-ear hair clip for scanning a QR code, and Duan Muze's gaze fell on it, suddenly unable to move.

Yin Luo knew what he was up to and immediately blushed, pulling him away.

However, at Duan Muze's birthday party the following month, he received a cat-eared Yin Luo.

The young man's face almost burned red, and he didn't dare to look up at him: "Isn't it weird... I'd better not wear it."

After saying that, he tried to pull off the cat's tail.

But it seemed difficult to pull off; Yin Luo tried several times, only to pull the tail deeper and deeper.

He whimpered.

Duan Muze almost stopped breathing.

He

looked indifferent: "I'll help you pull it off."

Yin Luo was still completely unprepared: "Then be slow, it's a little—" His voice suddenly changed tone.

...

The cat's tail eventually became wet, tinged with Yin Luo's fragrance, and was then collected by Duan Muze in a perverted way. The cat ears

were worn all night.

...

Because of this, Yin Luo didn't pay much attention to Duan Muze for several days, and would lock the door tightly at night.

Duan Muze didn't sleep on the sofa either, but slept on a makeshift bed on the floor in front of Yin Luo's door. When he saw someone, he would follow closely behind without saying a word.

Around the fourth night.

There was a knock on the door.

A man's voice came from outside: "Yinyin, I brought you roses."

Yinluo ignored him.

There was no sound at the door, but he knew Duan Muze was still waiting.

Half an hour later, Yinluo raised his eyebrows: "Come in."

The door slowly opened.

The roses were placed on the table.

Duan Muze hugged him from behind.

Yinluo snorted, taking it as forgiveness.

Of course, he wouldn't really be angry with Duan Muze.

Because—

Duan Muze was a puppy.

No one gets tired of a puppy. !

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