Chapter 3

Chapter 3 【Host, it seems like your husband is a pervert?】 【Host? Are you asleep?】 【Host, it looks like you're about to lose your chastity.】 【Host, I think you really ought to wake up.】 Having adjusted Ruan Qing’s clothes to his heart's content, Chu Yi planted a kiss on his forehead. "Qingqing is so good, so clean. I like it very much." Since his body was still in the recovery period, Chu Yi wasn't completely devoid of humanity; he merely gave him a slight physical examination. Inside and out. Aside from some nerve damage in his legs—which were currently numb to the touch—everything else was a minor issue. All he needed was quiet rest. Dragging a nearby chair over to the bedside, Chu Yi rested his head beside Ruan Qing, greedily inhaling the scent unique to him. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, eerily fixed on the sleeping person on the bed. Several times he couldn't resist wanting to climb onto the bed, but catching sight of the gauze on Ruan Qing instantly halted his movements. Being able to look but not eat was an immense test of his self-control. Regrettably, he clearly had none. Throughout the period Ruan Qing was asleep, Chu Yi was endlessly fidgeting—acting like a giant dog, occasionally gnawing on its beloved bone. * Waking up after a good sleep, Ruan Qing felt refreshed and alert. The chaos of yesterday was nowhere to be found. He subconsciously wanted to stretch, but the abrasions on his arm brought a sharp wave of pain. "Hss—" He gasped in a breath of cold air, startling the person "asleep" beside him awake. Chu Yi lifted his head in confusion. Seeing Ruan Qing awake, he immediately grew tense. "Qingqing, you're awake? Are you hungry? I'll go make some food; you need to eat light meals right now." Seeing this face again, Ruan Qing was still awestruck by its beauty. As expected of his own masterpiece, saying he could debut on the spot wouldn't be an exaggeration in the slightest. Not knowing what he was thinking, Chu Yi waved a palm in front of his eyes, tilting his head in confusion to look at him. "Ah, okay, okay." After saying that, as if embarrassed, Ruan Qing turned his head slightly, exposing his bright red ears. His heart was a chaotic mess. Ruan Qing was originally an incubus who was an extreme sucker for good looks; if not for that, he wouldn't have remained single until now. Other incubi had changed partners batch after batch, while he had merely vetted batch after batch. Not a single one satisfied him. Chu Yi smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle Ruan Qing's already messy black hair, making it even messier. "Then wait here obediently for me. If your body feels uncomfortable, ring the bell to call me." Ruan Qing nodded. So gentle, just like his lover. This must be his lover. His lover had vanished one moment, and this person had appeared the next—appearance, name, and personality were all identical. There was no way such a coincidence existed. Besides, 520 couldn't find his information either. Once Chu Yi disappeared from view, 520, whose inner world had shattered, suddenly spoke up: 【Host, I think it's necessary for you to watch the recording playback.】 Indifferent, Ruan Qing replied, "Hmm? Don't worry. With my lover here, I will definitely complete the missions properly. You don't need to replay how considerate he is for me to see." 520: ... "I'm not saying you shouldn't replay—" The Chu Yi in the footage was completely different from the one Ruan Qing saw. The red eyes in the dark appeared exceptionally eerie, to say nothing of his slow whisper: "Is his drug resistance this strong? To think he woke up halfway through. Luckily, baby, you don't remember a thing. I'm very satisfied—having me in your life is enough." Watching this segment gave Ruan Qing goosebumps, yet he still stubbornly argued, "He's probably just blaming me for being too busy with work usually. A mini-world's duration is indeed pretty long." 520: You can never awaken a person pretending to be asleep. 【Keep watching...】 "Tch, what's the big deal? Do I not know my own lover?" Ruan Qing always felt an ominous premonition lingering in his heart, but with his usual temperament, he would never admit it before the truth crashed down on him. He pursed his lips, attributing this strange sensation to an illusion caused by the room being too stuffy. In the dim bedroom, two sets of breathing intertwined with each other. One was light, steady, and long; the other was heavy and ragged. The 3D surround sound effect gave Ruan Qing the illusion of being right there on the scene. His heart beat uncontrollably fast, drumming an anxious rhythm against his chest. He watched helplessly as the sleeping Chu Yi pinched his chin in the video, kissing him without giving him a say. What was even more infuriating was that in his dream, he had actually—as if possessed—given a response. This realization made the tips of Ruan Qing's ears burn, and he bit his lower lip in shy annoyance. 【Inappropriate content detected, automatically censored by the system.】 "Huh?" Ruan Qing stared at the unchanged footage in front of him, blinking in confusion. "This wasn't censored though?" After waiting half a beat without getting a response from the system, he realized in hindsight that the system itself had been censored/blocked. "Holy crap! I can't turn this thing off?!" Ruan Qing swiped frantically in mid-air, attempting to call up the control panel. In his panic, his voice unconsciously raised an octave. The sound of clattering dishes came from the kitchen, followed by Chu Yi's query carrying a hint of a smile: "Qingqing, are you calling me?" Ruan Qing's heart tightened violently, and he choked on his own saliva, coughing intensely. He doubled over, his slight shoulders trembling continuously along with his coughs. Unable to rest easy after all, Chu Yi's footsteps approached from far to near. When the tall figure appeared at the bedroom doorway, Ruan Qing coughed even harder, curling up entirely into a ball. "Why are you coughing like this?" Chu Yi frowned, walking over quickly to sit on the edge of the bed. A broad, warm palm rested against Ruan Qing's back, gently stroking down his spine line to soothe him. Yet this intimate contact only caused Ruan Qing to cough even more violently, until even the corners of his eyes flushed red. "I'm... I'm fine, I'm okay..." Ruan Qing squeezed out a few words with difficulty, his entire face flushing bright red—unclear if it was from coughing or from shame. He subconsciously dodged to the side, but because his movement was too hurried, he pitched headfirst directly into Chu Yi's embrace. Chu Yi's brow furrowed even tighter, his palm instinctively sliding down to support the side of Ruan Qing's waist. "Did you pull on your wound?" The worry in his voice was impossible to conceal. How much of it was real and how much was fake—he naturally couldn't tell. Ruan Qing shook his head, his strands of hair brushing against Chu Yi's neck. The ambiguous, moist sounds in the video were still continuing. He was so ashamed he wished he could disappear, burying his entire face in Chu Yi's broad shoulder, not daring to lift his head at all to look at that blush-inducing scene. Although Chu Yi didn't understand the exact situation, he still instinctively stroked his back light-handedly—from his shoulder blades down to his waist, over and over, like comforting a startled small animal. "Nngh..." A sudden wave of numbness surged up his tailbone, causing Ruan Qing to let out an uncontrollable, muffled groan. His body shuddered violently, and he buried his face even deeper. He bit his lower lip, his fingertips unconsciously clutching tightly at the corner of Chu Yi's clothes. The corners of Chu Yi's lips quietly curved upward. His large palm slipped across a sensitive zone as if by accident, before coming to a firm rest on Ruan Qing's slender shoulder. He deliberately lowered his head, his warm breath fanning across Ruan Qing's bright red ear tips: "Qingqing, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"