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“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.

“You don’t need to send me off in such a hurry. Even a rent boy delivered to your door wouldn’t deserve such treatment.” “What’s a rent boy?” Xie Qingcheng asked. “A male prostitute.” “…But you’re not a male prostitute,” replied Xie Qingcheng.”

The director wasn’t done yet, though. He continued blandly, “Are they a couple?” He Yu turned toward him with a blank expression. “A couple of what?”

“Nothing like that will ever happen again,” He Yu added. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“…He Yu, have a bit of self-respect, okay?” “Then…” He Yu’s voice trembled slightly. “Then can you give me some respect?” Xie Qingcheng felt a stab of pain at these words.

He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the waist and thrust his hips upward, listening with absolute satisfaction as Xie Qingcheng cried out in extreme fury laced with hints of fear.

Xie Qingcheng, doesn’t it hurt…? All these years, haven’t you been in pain? Haven’t you…been lonely…?

“Hold on to me a bit tighter.” “Huh?” “Hold me tighter.” He Yu was practically bowled over by this display of sentiment.

He didn’t know why he cared so much. Just who was Xie Qingcheng anyway? Nothing more than a fucktoy. He was only seeking a temporary novelty. He’d grow tired of it eventually, once he’d had his fill.

Luckily, Xie Qingcheng had two cartons of Shuhua milk in his suitcase. He handed them to He Yu. He Yu took them, glaring at him. “Is this all you’re giving me?” Xie Qingcheng’s patience had run out. “I brought them just for you. If you don’t want them, give them back to me.”

Now, if he were the one being topped—that would be more like it! The idea made He Yu’s heart skip a beat, although he didn’t know why.

Xie Qingcheng slowly closed his peach-blossom eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I don’t value my own life at all.”

“Where do you feel uncomfortable?”He Yu really wanted to have phone sex with him, but he remembered the promise he had just made. He could only say, “Just…my heart feels uncomfortable.”

“Ge… I want to fuck you all my life… I want to fuck you for the rest of my life… I’m going to fuck you for the rest of my life…”

He Yu had never realized this himself, but no man who was genuinely as straight as an arrow would have wondered what another man would look like lost in the throes of passion. But he had wondered. Many, many times.

That was simply who He Yu was, simply the He Yu who was giving the entirety of himself to Xie Qingcheng; giving him his desire and his body, his past and his future—giving Xie Qingcheng everything. Xie Qingcheng had never felt this kind of searing weight before.