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He Yu stood there for a while, watching the man who always seemed to slip through his fingers like pale tendrils of fog.

“If you want to see someone else, your mother, perhaps…” “No.” He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the wrist to drag this person, who seemed like he was getting up, back to his side. “I don’t want them. I just want you.”

Then, seeking even more stimulation and response, he swallowed and leaned down to grab Xie Qingcheng’s face. “Doctor Xie, you’re so tight inside, hot and tight…”

“Ge, do it with me, okay?” He Yu said. “Xie Qingcheng, don’t think about her anymore. Do it with me, I’m better than her in every way—I understand you more than she does, I’m closer to you, I won’t abandon you like she did. I… I…”

It was a scent unique to this man’s body, a blend of bracing tobacco and icy disinfectant, with base notes of a grown man’s musk.

He Yu was beyond words. He really had become Xie Qingcheng’s little secretary.

And as she wrapped her arms around Xie Qingcheng’s waist, clinging to him as she cried out her troubles… Every detail of the scene…was reflected in that youth’s dark pupils.

He kept refreshing his phone, checking his messages every few minutes over the course of the day. Xie Qingcheng didn’t respond to his message. After an entire day, he still hadn’t responded to him.

He Yu really disliked homosexuality.

Since when were Doctor Xie’s legs so strong? They weren’t like this when we were together before—were you just pretending you had no strength left because you actually liked how I treated you?

“I’m not outrageous. It’s because you fill me with an insatiable hunger.” Xie Qingcheng felt like his heart had suddenly been scalded.

And as she wrapped her arms around Xie Qingcheng’s waist, clinging to him as she cried out her troubles… Every detail of the scene…was reflected in that youth’s dark pupils.

At first, he’d only thought about Xie Qingcheng’s body, but then he even began to long for Xie Qingcheng’s emotional responses—It was unbearable.

“…Then what kind of look would you call innocent?” He Yu gave it some thought. “The way I look at you,” he said. Xie Qingcheng actually stared into his eyes for a while.

He still didn’t like Xie Qingcheng, but there was no one like Xie Qingcheng.

“Xie Qingcheng. Why do you insist on keeping such a clear account of the debts between us?” Xie Qingcheng replied calmly and rationally with the truth. “Because we don’t have a relationship.”

Just like a damn emotionally unavailable workaholic, Xie Qingcheng wasn’t romantic at all.

With Xie Qingcheng’s feverishly burning body struggling beneath him, He Yu found that he was…actually…a little turned on…

The fangs on his face were now made out of frosting, and the claws on his body had become feeble and powerless. He Yu felt alarmed at this version of himself; he didn’t think he should possess such a weak emotion.

And as she wrapped her arms around Xie Qingcheng’s waist, clinging to him as she cried out her troubles… Every detail of the scene…was reflected in that youth’s dark pupils.