No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

"Xiaoyu, my gaze is always uncontrollably drawn to you, my heartbeat is always easily swayed by you, and my body always wants to be a little closer to you. If this is an illness, I'm probably terminally ill."

He Gui's body tentatively leaned towards Luo Shiyu, his eyes filled with longing.

"Xiaoyu, I like you, or to be more precise, I love you."

The air was quiet, and nothing could be heard except for the sound of a heartbeat. Luo Shiyu didn't know that it was his heartbeat, or the heartbeat of He Gui coming from his palm.

【Aaaaaaah! How creepy! Suddenly saying such affectionate things, could he be planning to propose here? The thought of subordinates holding confetti outside when I open the door is terrifying. No! I absolutely cannot let this happen!】

I'm not ready for marriage or anything like that yet, at least not right now.

To prevent He Gui from doing anything "horrible" next, Luo Shiyu cupped He Gui's face and kissed him.

He Gui's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had been waiting for this. He lowered his body and returned the kiss deeply, while raising his hand to turn off the light in the storage room.

The feeling of suffocation caused Luo Shiyu's body to gradually go limp. The dark environment amplified his other senses, and he could clearly feel the cool air from He Gui's breathing blowing all over his body.

Her clothes were completely removed, and a whimper escaped her throat: "Mmm~"

"Shh, keep your voice down, this is only separated from the corridor by a wall."

[You know it, yet you still act recklessly. I must be crazy to go along with you.]

Luo Shiyu felt incredibly ashamed, yet her body was uncontrollably drawn to being manipulated by He Gui.

The struggle between reason and impulse made Luo Shiyu feel like she was probably going crazy.

"Xiaoyu, you're amazing!"

Don't praise someone at a time like this! It's really dangerous.

With Luo Shiyu's choked pleas for mercy, the torture, which should have been a long ordeal, came to an end halfway through.

He Gui buried his head in Luo Shiyu's neck, panting heavily, and couldn't help but say, "So good."

"Shameless." Luo Shiyu clenched his fist and punched him, but it was soft and weak. He Gui felt like he was just tickling him.

"Is this... a massage service included after you've thrown yourself into my arms?"

"You wish! Get out of here, I'm leaving."

"Put your clothes on first."

The light was turned on again when Luo Shiyu was not prepared. He covered his eyes and cursed He Gui's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

As for He Gui, he watched as the marks he had painstakingly left on Luo Shiyu's body disappeared at a visible speed.

The feeling of powerlessness—that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave a mark on the other person—made his possessiveness impossible to satisfy.

As Luo Shiyu adjusted to the light, she was surprised to see... loneliness on He Gui's face? It was as if he wasn't the one who had just said "it's great."

"What's wrong? Why are you making that face?"

"Xiaoyu, could you get my name tattooed on your lower abdomen?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"I am serious."

Luo Shiyu spoke clearly, enunciating each word distinctly: "I refuse."

"I also got Xiaoyu's name tattooed on my tattoo."

"If you dare get this tattoo, I'll break up with you!"

[When I leave, I'll erase your memories. Then, when you look down in the shower, oh dear, there's a big "Luo Shiyu" sign on your face. Aren't you embarrassed?]

Xiao Hei: "Hahaha! That's hilarious. He'll be so confused about who this Luo Shiyu is."

【…】

Xiao Bai: "I don't think this is funny."

Xiao Hei: "Sorry."

【fine. 】

He Gui, like a child who had suffered a great injustice, fiddled with Luo Shiyu's fingers and said weakly, "I don't want to break up."

"Then you'd better behave."

"But I want to leave something for Xiaoyu."

“Great!” Luo Shiyu rubbed his hands together and continued, “The more money, the better.”

"If we get married, all my money will be yours."

"Never mind then. My teacher always said that you get what you pay for. This thing you're giving away for free is definitely not a good product."

“That’s the bride price, and I’ve even chosen the location for our wedding home.”

"Wedding house! Have you bought it yet?"

"No, after all, it's where the two of us will live in the future. I didn't make a decision on my own. I plan to take you to see it together, and we'll pay for it after we think it's suitable, and build the house according to our preferences."

Luo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, saying, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."

If I leave later, this money will have been wasted.

Xiaoyu seems to have high standards for her future home? Should I look at a few more places with her and let her choose? Or... should we just buy them all?

"Little..." He Gui was interrupted by a message notification from the AI ​​before he could finish speaking. He glanced at the contact name and saw that it was Irina.

He Gui showed no emotion on his face, calmly read the message, and said to Luo Shiyu, "Xiaoyu, I need to go to a short meeting. Will you come with me?"

Do I have the option not to go?

"I won't force you if you don't want to go."

"Is this for real? Then I'm not going."

[We haven't fed Wang Xiaobao's body since last night. If we delay any longer, something bad will happen.]

He Gui leaned closer, a wronged expression on his face, and asked again, "Are you really not coming with me?"

"No, I just realized I have something to do with my brother."

"Okay, I'll come find you after my meeting."

"No need, just send me a message."

If I were to be spotted by chance and my identity were exposed, it would be a real problem.

"it is good."

Luckily, I know Xiaoyu well; I absolutely mustn't let her know what I'm about to discuss.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so good that they didn't pursue it any further.

It's good that no one suspected anything.

The door to the storage room opened, and the two, each with their own thoughts, went to their respective destinations.

Go find your brother, I don't know if he's there.

[I need to get the meeting started quickly; keeping the other three guys (the commanders) waiting will only cause them more nagging.]

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Wang Rui shielded his eyes from the sunlight and groggily opened them. The time displayed on his smart device was 10:39.

"I'm really getting more and more decadent these days, I've been sleeping until now."

In the past, no matter how late Wang Rui went to bed, he would always get up at six o'clock sharp the next day, and this had become a habit day after day.

As for how this habit was formed? It's been too long, it seems like it started in kindergarten.

His mother would make study plans for him, specifying what to do at what time. He was like a puppet standing on a clock, living within a pre-planned program.

When did he begin to "fall into depravity"? After his mother died? After his father died?

He remembered that it was after he started dating Yuwen Baiyuan that Wang Rui realized he was becoming more and more like a "person".

You can freely express your emotions to the other person without having to use fake smiles to disguise your so-called dignity.

Freedom, doing whatever you want, but...