[World 06] : Face blindness

 This area is the dividing line of the bustling metropolis of Wucheng. With West Street as the axis of symmetry, to the south are towering skyscrapers and spacious, brightly lit affluent areas, where you can see elites in ties holding coffee and talking on the phone in business English; to the north are dilapidated and gray low-rent apartments, and further north of the apartments are dirty, cramped, and sunless urban villages, where five or six families are crammed into a small room of less than ten square meters.

A city, separated by only a few dozen meters, reveals a stark gap between the rich and the poor.

Xin'an Apartment is a low-rent apartment building. It is better than the urban villages behind it, but not much better.

The floors are low, the paint is peeling badly, the environment is terrible, garbage has been piled up for days without being cleaned, and there are no gatekeepers or security measures, so there is no safety to speak of.

This building is a resettlement building. Locals do not live here. It is rented out to outsiders. It is a mixed bag, with many young people who have come to the city to work or unemployed people.

Every day, unemployed youths gather at the entrance of the residential area to smoke. Occasionally, when they see a beautiful woman in a skirt, they start making lewd remarks, and some even whistle at her.

This day, the whistling was particularly loud.

"Hey boss, that's a guy."

"So what if it's a guy? Guys are hotter."

"I think I've heard my friend say that some men's moans... tsk."

"And some men are really good at being coquettish, their voices are so sweet!"

"And he's fair-skinned, those legs—"

The group chatted amongst themselves, exchanging trash talk. After one person finished speaking, everyone's gaze turned to the man who had just passed by. He

was a very fair-skinned and handsome young man, with a slender and tall figure. The hem of his clean white shirt was tucked into his casual pants, highlighting his supple and slender waist.

His exposed wrists and neck were delicate and fair, and as for his face... it was absolutely stunning.

Otherwise, these people who were only interested in women wouldn't have whistled at him so many times.

Some of the bolder people couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the person's back, "Hey beautiful lady up ahead, can I have your WeChat ID?"

However, the person continued walking unhurriedly, completely ignoring them.

The group watched the figure disappear around the corner, feeling resentful, but no one dared to approach.

Things hadn't been peaceful lately; police were frequently seen in the neighborhood, and they didn't dare cause trouble.

However, they didn't know that most of their trash talk and whistles had been "beeped" by an AI called 009.

["Nine-Nine, what did they say? Did they talk badly about me?"]

Song Yu hadn't heard the whole thing, but with so many eyes on him, he couldn't possibly miss it.

009 truthfully replied: ["They said you're fair-skinned, have long legs, and are a great beauty."]

"..."

Song Yu pouted: ["So they're talking badly about me."]

009: ...

Song Yu: ["As expected of an S-class world, so unfriendly on my first day."]

009: ... Hmm.

In this S-class modern setting, even the sky is grayer than in a normal C-class world. It's only September, and the legendary "autumn tiger" (a period of sweltering heat) hasn't appeared; instead, an autumn rain has brought winter straight to the present.

Song Yu's character is quite rebellious this time. Taking advantage of his youth, his wardrobe is filled with brightly colored floral shirts, regardless of the season. The white shirt he's wearing was something he managed to find at the very bottom of the wardrobe.

To avoid going out of character, he didn't even wear a coat today.

Luckily, 009 helped him with a heating system, so his hands and feet are warm.

[Host, there's a small puddle ahead.]

Perhaps because they've spent so much time together, Song Yu didn't notice that 009's voice was much gentler than when they first met.

The road was wet, smelling of fermented garbage and mud, which wasn't pleasant.

Song Yu wrinkled his nose, stepped over the puddle, and his shoes remained clean as new.

But isn't the protagonist supposed to be a canary...? Why is he in a place like this?

009: [Host, the data has been updated.] Song

Yu stopped and pricked up his ears.

The S-level world provided very little information; plot hints were only given upon completing missions. All Song Yu knew so far was that "the protagonist (uke) is a beautiful but frail canary kept by the protagonist (seme) in his villa."

His visit to Xin'an Community was like a player triggering an NPC, constantly refreshing the information.

009: [Host, the protagonist (seme) Lu Bai was in a car accident and fell into the sea three months ago, with no news of him. Rumor has it that the canary he kept, the protagonist (uke) Zhou Qiao, was kicked out of the villa by the Lu family. She suffers from severe prosopagnosia (face blindness) and is unable to work, so she can only rent cheap apartments like this.]

Song Yu lowered his eyes, showing pity for the protagonist (uke).

However, the next mission he received made him even more sympathetic.

009: [Your family and the protagonist (seme)'s family are old friends. Because the protagonist is so outstanding, you outwardly treat him as a friend, but secretly consider him your mortal enemy. Especially after he found such a beautiful object of affection.] [

You've unintentionally met Zhou Qiao a few times and were attracted by his handsome appearance, so you took advantage of the protagonist's disappearance to steal him away.]

[Of course, you're a very wicked person, adhering to the principle of "if you love him, you have to bully him," first humiliating and bullying him, then taking him for yourself.]

[In layman's terms, you need to take over your missing friend's wife.]

Song Yu: "..."

He's so mean.

009: [Your task today is to force him to do some intimate things and say some greasy things.]

[Remember, your character is a good-for-nothing rich second-generation, uneducated and dissolute.]

"..."

Couldn't he be a studious rich second-generation?!

Before even starting the task, Song Yu was already hesitant.

With two hours left before the deadline, he dawdled, unwilling to go upstairs, and simply wandered around the convenience stores near the building.

The apartment building didn't have a main entrance, and with so many people living there, many small vendors had converted the first floor into storefronts to do small business.

The convenience store Song Yu was browsing wasn't large, but it sold a variety of items, neatly arranged on the shelves. Although it was dark, it was very clean overall.

There were only a few rows, and he could finish browsing in a couple of minutes at most. Song Yu didn't want to linger any longer, afraid of being mistaken for a shoplifter. He walked to the checkout counter, took a bottle of water from the freezer, and placed it on the glass counter.

The owner seemed to be sick; his face was hidden by a mask and a black beanie, leaving only his eyes visible.

He coughed occasionally.

However, he looked like a young man.

The owner was playing a variety show on his tablet. Seeing someone buying something, he paused it, swiped the bottle of water at the machine, and held up two fingers.

Song Yu was stunned.

Couldn't he speak?

Noticing that the owner was looking at him, he immediately said "Oh," and scanned the code to pay.

After leaving the convenience store, Song Yu didn't go straight upstairs. Instead, he sat idly on a chair in the apartment building, occasionally taking a sip of water.

His lips were red and moist from the water.

A few retired elderly men sat nearby, scrolling through short videos and chatting about the recent murder of an elderly man in the neighborhood.

"I heard he used to be an official, and apparently offended someone."

"He was murdered so brutally, his head was practically severed..."

"His children are all abroad, and they're ashamed because he went to jail, so they don't want to associate with him."

"Wasn't someone else murdered recently? Could it be a serial killer?"

"Don't talk nonsense in broad daylight, you're making me sweat."

...

Song Yu, listening nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.

At first, this seemingly normal modern world was rated S-class, and he thought he'd gotten lucky. But the horror was in the details.

Song Yu didn't dare stay any longer. He put the water in a bag and went to find the apartment building according to the address 009 had given him.

The protagonist lived in a very remote location in the neighborhood; it took Song Yu about ten minutes to walk there.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, his palm went numb from the vibration of his phone.

Song Yu looked down at the several WeChat messages—

[Weren't we supposed to go to the police station together today?]

[Where is he?]

[Did he stay up all night again? Who did he spend the night with?]

These messages all came from the same person—Gu Linwei.

The plot had changed a bit again.

009 sent Song Yu Gu Linwei's information.

Gu Linwei, the second male lead in this world. All three families were old friends and maintained contact with each other. However, Gu Linwei and the male lead were true friends, while he only pretended to be friends with the male lead.

Song Yu stared at the chat box, unsure how to reply: [What about my relationship with Gu Linwei?]

009: [You and Gu Linwei had a good relationship, but later he also fell in love with the male lead, and after learning about your despicable deeds, he broke off relations with you.]

…Another character abandoned by everyone.

Song Yu didn't reply, and after only a few steps, he received an OOC warning.

[You and the second male lead have a good relationship; you can't ignore messages unless it's crucial.] "

Okay.

" Song Yu thought for a moment and sent the other person a message: "[I'm with Zhou Qiao.]"

Gu Linwei's message came quickly.

"[What are you doing at his place?]" "

[He was just kicked out by the Lu family, are you doing charity work?]"

Song Yu was still climbing the stairs and didn't have the energy to spare for him. Two more messages came from the other end.

"[Really went there?]" "

[You're so delicate, how could you go to a place like that?]"

Zhou Qiao's rented apartment was on the fourth floor. Song Yu's body was much better than before. After climbing to the fourth floor, he was only slightly out of breath, and his heart rate wasn't too fast. He

looked down and tapped the screen.

Of all the messages, Song Yu only saw the word "delicate."

His face immediately fell. He bit his lip lightly and typed "I'm not delicate anymore," but after staring at it for a while, he felt that he was being too polite.

So he deleted it and changed it to a very fierce sentence—

"[Don't bother me!]"

After sending it, he put his phone in his pocket and let it vibrate.

009 had just told him that as long as he didn't look at it, he didn't have to reply.

After standing at the door for a while, feeling uncomfortable under the stares of several passersby, Song Yu finally mustered the courage to knock. His

slender, white fingers gripped the dark green iron door plastered with various advertisements, making his skin appear even paler.

After about half a minute, the door opened.

Song Yu's heart pounded.

He was about to have his own canary.

The door slowly opened, revealing a security chain on the inside. Through the ten-centimeter crack, Song Yu's gaze slowly moved upwards.

A canary…is that tall?

The man who opened the door was about 187 cm tall, wearing light-colored loungewear, with cool, aloof features, a slender build, pale skin, and a hint of weariness on his face.

Song Yu had to look up at him, until his neck ached.

It couldn't be Zhou Qiao, could it?

Someone that tall couldn't possibly be a canary.

Had he made a mistake?

Song Yu opened his lips, about to ask if the other person was Zhou Qiao, when the man opposite him suddenly smiled with surprise: "Ayu?" "

?"

The man's voice was warm and gentle, his tone intimate, even more intimate than calling someone a regular friend.

Song Yu was surprised and asked uncertainly, "Zhou Qiao?"

"What, have you caught my face blindness too?" The man's light tone carried a hint of reproach, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door."

It really was Zhou Qiao...

Song Yu couldn't believe it. He thought Zhou Qiao was a very delicate boy who needed protection.

Maybe the protagonist was taller and had broader shoulders?

In just a few seconds, Song Yu could only think of these things and couldn't react at all—how could someone with face blindness who had never seen him before recognize him so accurately?

This question only came to Song Yu's mind when the man who had happily crossed the threshold hugged him.

009 answered the question very promptly.

[Host, the protagonist's name is Lu Baiyu.]

Song Yu was dizzy from the cold mint on Zhou Qiao's body, and his earlobe was reddened by the other's chin.

[...Hmm?] "

The 'Ayu' he's referring to is his husband."

Wh-what? "

So, he's mistaking you for his husband."

Song Yu's round eyes widened slowly.

"Ayu, I thought something had happened to you." Zhou Qiao hugged him tightly, her tone complex, a mixture of joy and worry. "It's good that you're safe."

What's going on? Can't she even recognize her own husband?

Even if she's face-blind, the height and scent are different.

Song Yu had just thought this to himself when he heard Zhou Qiao whisper in his ear, "Did you change your perfume?"

"..."

The other person hugged him tightly, and Song Yu quickly blushed, forced to open his lips to breathe, his exhaled fragrance swirling around Zhou Qiao.

He didn't notice the man's shoulder twitch.

Song Yu reached out to push him away, but couldn't budge him at all.

This canary is so strong!

Finally, he could only say, "I can't breathe..."

Zhou Qiao quickly released him: "You finally came to find me. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Her tone couldn't hide her disappointment.

Song Yu tilted his head back, about to say, "I'm not your husband," when 009 interrupted him.

[The plot is proceeding as planned. Please continue to pretend to be the protagonist's husband.]

That

's really going too far. Just as

Song Yu was about to say something, he heard the sound of the mission completed and a large amount of points credited to his account.

The progress bar also rose to 10%.

It seems it's not impossible to pretend.

It's just that the protagonist is about the same height as him.

Song Yu suddenly felt confident.

"A-Yu?" Zhou Qiao leaned down and stared at him, his eyes full of affection, as if he were his everything. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I..." After accepting the new plot, Song Yu struggled to raise his arm, concealing his unease. "I missed you so much too."

His slightly trembling voice was enough to convey the joy of a reunion.

Zhou Qiao's pale cheeks flushed slightly, revealing a shy expression. He grasped Song Yu's hand, their fingers intertwined.

The other's body temperature was low; when his palm touched Song Yu's, his scalp tingled.

But he couldn't easily pull his hand away, so he could only let the man hold it.

The warmth of his fingertips gradually transferred to the other man, but his body temperature didn't rise, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

Zhou Qiao's rented apartment was a two-bedroom, one-living room unit. The interior was simply decorated but very clean. The balcony and living room were connected, and the open space made it feel more spacious.

Zhou Qiao led him on a tour of the entire apartment. Beef brisket was stewing in the kitchen, and the aroma was enticing.

Song Yu looked around absentmindedly, and then the other man pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"Ayu, I can't go back to the villa yet, right? Actually, this place is quite nice. I'll stay here. Don't argue with your family anymore."

Zhou Qiao sat down close to Song Yu, their thighs rubbing against each other through the thin fabric.

The man's legs were quite warm.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't embarrassed to suddenly have to play husband and wife with a stranger, but for the sake of the mission, Song Yu gritted his teeth and pretended to be convincing.

“Ah, Ah Qiao.”

Zhou Qiao paused, then laughed. “Why are you suddenly calling me Ah Qiao? You used to call me ‘darling.’”

…The protagonist’s saccharine tone is so cheesy. Wasn’t he supposed to be an elite, domineering CEO?

Song Yu muttered to 009.

“But, calling me Ah Qiao is fine too.” Zhou Qiao’s lips curled slightly, his gaze falling on the air, as if recalling something from the past. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been called that.”

Just to be on the safe side, Song Yu repeated “darling.”

“Dinner will be ready soon. You don’t need to go back to the Lu family today, right? Have dinner with me.” After Zhou Qiao finished speaking, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Song Yu finally relaxed.

He lowered his head and touched his face, which had become burning hot from nervousness.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly remember something: [Wait, doesn’t he remember the protagonist’s voice?]

009 added the following setting: [The protagonist, Zhou Qiao, is an orphan. He was often beaten by the children in the orphanage when he was young, which affected his hearing.]

He is also physically weak. Song Yu lowered his eyes, staring at the new slippers that were several sizes too big.

These things had been prepared all along; it seemed Zhou Qiao really missed Lu Baiyu.

A wave of guilt washed over Song Yu as he slipped on his slippers and went to the kitchen. Through the glass door, Zhou Qiao, wearing an apron, skillfully stewed the food, her gentle profile facing him.

The aroma wafted through the cracks, and Song Yu sniffed.

Damn it.

He not only pretended to be her husband, but he also freeloaded.

How wicked.

But it smelled so good.

The glass door suddenly opened, snapping Song Yu out of his daze. Zhou Qiao was very close, her chest almost touching his nose.

Song Yu's cheeks burned, and he immediately tried to back away, but her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Careful," Zhou Qiao warned, pressing down on his waist.

Seeing Song Yu regain his balance, she quickly released him.

The cool touch still lingered on his waist; Song Yu then realized that she was quite strong, as if she could hold him down with one hand.

Perhaps the protagonist prefers an evenly matched type.

"Are you stewing beef brisket and tomatoes?" The kitchen wasn't very big, but Song Yu was small, so he didn't get in the way. He ran to the pot, smelled it, and secretly swallowed.

Zhou Qiao noticed his little action: "You like this the most."

That was true; Song Yu did like this.

The two stayed in the kitchen for a while, with Song Yu helping out to make up for his deception.

The beef brisket and tomatoes were already well-cooked and were now simmering in a clay pot over low heat. It was enough for the two of them.

Perhaps seeing her lover, whose fate was uncertain, Zhou Qiao was very happy and took out other dishes from the refrigerator: "You have a good appetite, I'll add two more dishes, and then we can eat."

The tenderness and love in her eyes showed that she had completely regarded Song Yu as her true love.

Song Yu couldn't bear it and reached out his hand to him: "I'll wash it."

The boy's palm was snow-white, with only a few shallow lines, and the soft flesh on his fingertips looked soft and smooth, clearly indicating that he had been pampered since childhood.

Zhou Qiao's gaze lingered on it for two seconds, the corners of her mouth curving upwards slightly.

"Ayu, let me do these things."

Song Yu pursed his lips, stubbornly insisting, "Give it to me."

Seeing that Zhou Qiao was clearly about to say something more, he immediately snatched it from her hands.

Song Yu was washing lettuce, tearing each leaf apart. Although it was a low-rent apartment, the kitchen was connected to gas, and his fingers were red from the warm water, a beautiful color.

Zhou Qiao was cleaning the stove nearby.

Song Yu washed the lettuce three times, putting the leaves into a basket. Just as he finished, 009 alerted him that Gu Linwei was calling.

Song Yu hurriedly came out of the kitchen, took a tissue from the table to wipe his damp hands, and then took out his phone. The

name Gu Linwei appeared in the center of the screen.

Song Yu went to the balcony and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Where are you?" Gu Linwei's voice was young, pleasant but with a hint of impatience.

Song Yu glanced towards the kitchen, and after confirming that Zhou Qiao hadn't come out, whispered, "I'm at Zhou Qiao's place."

"You really went?"

Song Yu didn't speak; he could sense that the other person wasn't happy. He guessed Gu Linwei wasn't a good-tempered person.

After a moment of silence, the other person spoke first: "You wouldn't happen to have a crush on him, would you?"

"Song Yu, you can hang out with whoever you want, just don't mess with him."

"You know Lu Baiyu's temper, right?"

The voice on the other end was cold; even through the phone, Song Yu could guess that the other person was speaking with a cold face.

Zhou Qiao was, after all, Lu Baiyu's man. For him to try and steal someone away while Lu Baiyu's fate was uncertain was truly despicable. Once Lu Baiyu returned, he would definitely turn against him, putting Gu Linwei in a difficult position.

Not receiving a reply from Song Yu, Gu Linwei stopped the car on the other end of the line. Just as he was about to say something more, he heard a soft hum .

"Brother Lin."

A soft, youthful voice came from the other end of the line, slightly distorted and unrecognizable.

Gu Linwei's fingers twitched, thinking he had misheard, but then came another sentence—

"Don't be mean to me..."

Gu Linwei's eyelids twitched violently.

Was Song Yu being affectionate with him?

They had known each other, including Lu Baiyu, for over ten years, seeing each other frequently due to family ties. Although they weren't particularly close, their relationship was at least pure compared to the mutually beneficial relationships of others in the industry.

Song Yu had been spoiled since childhood, developing a spoiled and willful temperament, and would occasionally play pranks on Lu Baiyu. Lu Baiyu didn't take him seriously and naturally didn't mind.

Compared to Lu Baiyu, Song Yu was alright to him. He'd call him when he needed something, otherwise he'd treat him like he wasn't there.

But this young master had never called him "brother." And his voice... was so sweet.

Did he often talk like that with other men?

Gu Linwei suppressed his chaotic thoughts, his voice softening considerably: "I wasn't being mean to you."

Song Yu hummed in agreement, not yet figuring out how to explain, when he heard the other person continue: "I'm near Zhou Qiao's apartment now, I'll take you back in a bit."

Song Yu: "?"

"Wait, wait a minute—" He was afraid Gu Linwei would hang up, his voice flustered, "Why did you suddenly come?"

"Of course I was afraid you'd cause trouble." Gu Linwei suddenly found Song Yu's drawn-out voice quite pleasant, "Okay, that's enough, I've parked the car."

"Brother Lin, I, I'll go down and wait for you." After Song Yu finished speaking, the other person said "okay" and hung up.

Looks like he won't get to eat the beef brisket... Song Yu sighed, just about to turn around, when someone hugged his waist from behind.

The other man's chest pressed tightly against his back, his chin resting on the top of his head.

A hot breath brushed against his head.

Song Yu was held so tightly he couldn't move. If a third person were present, they would surely be drawn to the stark difference in their sizes.

The slender boy was held tightly in the arms of a tall, broad-shouldered man. The handsome little boy was slightly lifted up by the waist; no matter how much he was bullied, he wouldn't be able to resist, perhaps not even able to touch the ground with his toes.

He would only spill some uneaten food on the floor.

"The food is ready." Zhou Qiao had untied his apron, now wearing only a thin long-sleeved shirt. He leaned down slightly, his cheek brushing against the boy's soft hair. "Are you hungry? Go wash your hands and eat."

Song Yu was caught off guard by the hug, and by the time he reacted, he was already being released. He turned around, his expression guilty and troubled: "Sorry, I might have to go back."

Zhou Qiao paused, then his once bright eyes instantly lost their light.

He lowered his eyelashes, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Ah Yu, you're really busy. Go ahead and get busy. I can eat by myself. Be careful on the road."

Song Yu was already feeling very guilty, but when he looked up and saw the tears welling up in Zhou Qiao's eyes and the sorrow between her brows, he instantly felt like a terrible sinner.

The gentle man looked

like he was about to break. Maybe she would secretly cry after he left.

009: [—beep—]

If 009 hadn't been censored, Song Yu would probably have heard 009 swear for the first time.

He had no time to pay attention to 009, thinking about how to prevent Gu Linwei from exposing him while also not hurting Zhou Qiao.

"Ayu, go back quickly, it's not good to waste time."

Zhou Qiao's gentle, disappointed voice brought Song Yu back to his senses. He immediately said, "I... I don't want to go back."

Zhou Qiao was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, but she still asked worriedly, "Aren't you... busy?"

"Um... not too busy." Song Yu's lying skills had improved considerably since then. "But I have to go downstairs first, a friend is coming to see me."

Zhou Qiao rarely interacted with Lu Baiyu's friends, and said in a light voice, "Is your friend coming up too? If there's one more person, there's enough food."

Song Yu hadn't thought about whether to ask Gu Linwei to come up: "I'll ask him later."

Zhou Qiao's smile returned: "Then I'll see you to the door."

In an instant, an image flashed through Song Yu's mind: a husband going to work, his wife helping him tie his tie, and then the husband giving him a farewell kiss.

Except he didn't have a tie, but Zhou Qiao asked him for a farewell kiss.

Song Yu's shoulders trembled.

Zhou Qiao shyly looked away: "You used to kiss me before you left."

"..."

Song Yu hadn't expected to do something intimate on their first day pretending to be husband.

But if he didn't, wouldn't people suspect something?

The young man looked up at Zhou Qiao's face.

The man had thin lips, which, if you only looked at his lips, made him seem cold and indifferent, but his gentle eyes softened that feeling.

Song Yu felt his phone vibrate.

It must be Gu Linwei calling.

He quickly hung up, and without hesitation, stood on tiptoe and pressed his lips to Zhou Qiao's.

The cool minty scent immediately enveloped him.

Zhou Qiao's lips weren't as gentle as his own; they were cool and a little dry.

Song Yu quickly pressed his lips to Zhou Qiao's, and just as he was about to pull away, something sticky and hot licked his lips.

Zhou Qiao's tongue quickly scraped over his teeth and even touched a small piece of his tongue.

"Mmm..."

These were all very sensitive spots for Song Yu. His thin shoulders trembled slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and the muffled sound that came from his mouth was blocked by the man.

The fingers that had been resting on the man's shoulder were now uncontrollably pressing against him, the soft flesh of the fingertips curving into a pinkish arc.

Fortunately, Zhou Qiao was also a very shy person, and immediately released Song Yu after doing this.

"Ah Yu," he chuckled softly, "smells so good."

Song Yu's expression was a little slow, and after realizing what was happening, he said, "...I...I have to go downstairs to pick someone up."

"Okay."

Song Yu was about to change his shoes when he heard Zhou Qiao suddenly say, "Then wait a moment."

Song Yu nervously swallowed, thinking that he was going to follow him downstairs: "Wh-what's wrong?"

Zhou Qiao frowned slightly and took out his phone: "I want to take a picture of you."

Song Yu was stunned: "Huh?"

"I lost my phone a while ago, and I lost all the pictures of you." Zhou Qiao's tone was a little annoyed, "Now I want to take one, because I'm afraid I won't recognize you next time you come."

Song Yu's eyes widened. Luckily, he lost his phone, otherwise his identity would have been exposed.

Realizing this, he immediately stood still, letting the other person take a picture of his face.

Zhou Qiao quickly finished taking the picture, smiled at Song Yu, and then considerately opened the door.

Song Yu whispered, "Thank you."

"Ah Yu, you don't need to be so polite with me." Zhou Qiao's relaxed brows made him look even more handsome than usual. "Go on."

Song Yu didn't waste any more time and immediately ran to the stairwell.

After the slender figure gradually disappeared, the smile in the man leaning against the door frame faded, replaced by a deeper and more obscure emotion.

His phone vibrated a few times.

Zhou Qiao lowered his eyes and stared at the screen. The cold light reflected on his expressionless face, giving him an inhumanly cold look, completely devoid of any gentle and virtuous appearance.

The person who sent the message had not been saved in his contacts.

【Change tonight.】

【What did you just do?】

【Don't do anything unnecessary.】

Zhou Qiao smiled faintly and sent: 【Not changing tonight.】

After sending it, he deleted all the messages.

Then, he opened the latest photo in his album.

The boy's expression was slightly unnatural when facing the camera, yet his face was still stunningly beautiful.

His upturned, fox-like eyes naturally possessed a captivating allure, yet his expression was so innocent and naive. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been bullied.

His lips were glistening with moisture, as if they had just been licked.

Zhou Qiao stared for several seconds.

He had already thoroughly investigated the people around Lu Baiyu. Song Yu's reputation in the circle wasn't good; he was arrogant and domineering.

But seeing him today, it seemed like that wasn't the case.

He suddenly remembered the awkward way the other boy had moved closer to him earlier.

Just a touch of lips and he trembled like that; what would happen if they did anything else?

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