Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Shen Yu stood alone on the white jade steps beside the bathtub, picking up his clothes with one hand, his dark eyes churning with a complex and unsettling emotion.

Wen Yu likes him...

Of all the people in the world, why does Wen Yu like him?

Shen Yu gripped the fabric of the garment tightly in his hand; it was silk with gold trim, smooth and cool to the touch. He seemed to find it amusing, but the bloodshot veins in his eyes rose and reddened, and his lips moved, revealing a strange sadness.

Of all the people in the world, Wen Yu just happened to like him.

Shen Yu lowered his eyes, smoothed out the crumpled fabric in his hand, and turned to walk towards the innermost part of the bath.

Wen Yu remained leaning against the jade stone, a thin mist obscuring his figure within. Shen Yu slowly approached him; the indistinct black shadow inside remained motionless, calm and silent, like a decaying ancient tree.

Shen Yu walked into the mist. He came to Wen Yu's back and saw that Wen Yu was still in the same position as before, leaning against the jade stone, with his black hair draped over his face, covering his face and only revealing a small part of his nose.

Shen Yu squatted down and said, "Your Majesty, soaking in the water for too long is bad for your wound. Let me help you get dressed."

Wen Yu seemed not to hear anything. He sat motionless on the edge of the bathtub for almost a minute or two before pressing down on the jade stone next to him to stand up.

Shen Yu cleaned his body, and Wen Yu didn't react much. After simply wrapping himself in his undergarments, he picked up the cane next to him.

Shen Yu's outstretched arm paused. He saw Wen Yu limping past him, and his fingertips curled twice before he put them back to his side.

Clinging to life beside Shen Yu, it processed data while glancing down at the table, and couldn't help but click its tongue: "Why are you all looking so pathetic?"

Shen Yu asked absentmindedly, "How am I?"

"Follow your heart."

Shen Yu: "..."

“You don’t understand the meaning of living a life of ignominy.” Shen Yu looked at Wen Yu’s back. He was thin and dressed in white, similar to Shen Yu but not quite the same.

Shen Yu lowered his eyes: "Wen Yu is different from the others."

"Hmm... what does 'different' mean?" The creature that could barely survive had never understood the complexities of human emotions; its vast database was filled with useless junk.

Shen Yu didn't know how to explain this to those who were trying to survive, so he could only hint vaguely, "Wen Yu is like me, not just in appearance, but in everything. You know that?"

"I know, that really affects the experience." Gouqietousheng put down the purple card, then re-analyzed the current situation and continued, "But what you're saying isn't right either. He's not as strong as you, he can't beat you in a fight."

“…” Shen Yu paused for a moment, “That’s not what I meant.”

The man, barely clinging to life, scratched his head and asked, "So what do you mean?"

"Alright, stop talking to me. You're just making things worse." Shen Yu frowned and sighed. "Let me think about it myself."

Gouche Tiaosheng, unhappy, put away the data board, darted forward, and put away all the purple light on its body: "Alright, then tell me when you've thought it through, so I can make a record."

Shen Yu: "..."

He ignored the cowardly existence and tidied up everything around the bath before leaving.

The inner hall was dimly lit, with thick cloths tightly covering the windows, letting in very little light. The red candles inside had not yet been lit. After returning, Wen Yu lay back down on the bed, wrapped in blankets and pressed against the wall, his entire being buried in darkness.

Shen Yu stood outside the beaded curtain, peering through this almost non-existent barrier, only vaguely making out a thick, protruding black shadow inside.

“I’ll take you back…there’s a small courtyard…”

"...You are with me."

"Do you dare to make this bet with me?"

...Does he dare?

Shen Yu felt a stinging pain in his eyes. He blinked and instinctively clenched his fists, letting his nails prick the flesh beneath his skin.

His reborn body is complete, normal, healthy, and uninjured. Those long-ago wounds no longer appear in Shen Yu's current body, but they are still slowly growing in Wen Yu's body. In the future... he will lose his sight again and lose another arm.

Shen Yu pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting the various emotions in his heart mix and ferment. His vision went from blurry to clear.

Does he dare to... take another gamble?

A metallic taste of blood filled Shen Yu's mouth; his teeth loosened slightly, and his eyes trembled twice. The dark figure inside remained motionless. After a moment of silence, Shen Yu lifted the beaded curtain and walked over.

Wen Yu was not asleep yet. He opened his eyes and looked at the wall in front of him, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the golden mask on his face.

"Miss?"

Shen Yu's voice suddenly rang out behind Wen Yu. Wen Yu's fingertips stopped abruptly. He opened his lips, his tone unchanged from before: "What are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, the medicine on your leg hasn't been applied yet." Shen Yu lit the red candle beside him, stopped in front of Wen Yu's bed, and looked at her figure as he spoke.

Wen Yu didn't say anything more. He remained silent for a while before getting up from beside the wall.

His expression wasn't pleasant. After sitting up, he stretched out his legs, closed his eyes, and feigned impatience: "Hurry up, I want to sleep."

Shen Yu sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at Wen Yu, but Wen Yu had already turned her face away, using her black hair to hide her expression.

"Your Majesty, do you not want to say a word to me?" Shen Yu pushed up Wen Yu's trouser leg and looked at his wound by the light of the candle beside him, slowly rubbing the bruised and purple skin with his hand.

Wen Yu opened his eyes silently in the darkness. He seemed to be mocking himself, only laughing once, and remained silent.

What else did he say to Shen Yu? He talked so much alone in the bath, telling Shen Yu all his plans, only to be rejected so bluntly.

Wen Yu felt a pang of sadness; Shen Yu had no feelings for him whatsoever.

"You don't need to tell me anything that's unrelated to you in the future." Wen Yu's tone was unfriendly. He felt an increasingly intense burning sensation in his ankle and continued, "You know how I feel about you, and I don't intend to hide it. If you want to stay in Kunning Palace in the future, then don't mess with me."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu's eyes curved into a smile. After applying medicine and bandaging Wen Yu's wound, he gently grasped her ankle with his hand: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Wen Yu's body trembled. Shen Yu's palm followed the curve of his calf upwards, pushing all of his right leg's underwear up to his knee, and then continued upwards.

Wen Yu reached out and grabbed Shen Yu's hand. His eyes narrowed, and a threatening look appeared in them: "Shen Yu, what are you doing?"

"The things that Goddess didn't finish before." Shen Yu pressed one knee against the edge of the bed. Ignoring Wen Yu's obstruction, he reached his hand inside her underpants and slowly pinched the base of Wen Yu's thigh.

Wen Yu trembled for a moment, his expression shifting between light and dark, his lips pressed tightly together, revealing a gloomy look.

"Shen Yu, is it fun to play with me like this?" Wen Yu retorted, grabbing Shen Yu's neck and saying menacingly, "Don't think I won't touch you."

Shen Yu smiled at him and said, "Your Majesty, you don't believe me."

Wen Yu, of course, wouldn't believe it so easily. Not long ago, Shen Yu was avoiding him like the plague in the bathhouse, but now he's eagerly climbing into his bed; he definitely has ulterior motives.

"Your Majesty, I'm listening to everything you've said and I'm thinking about it." Shen Yu was completely unfazed. Wen Yu was just putting on an act in front of him; the force with which she gripped his neck was less than the force with which Shen Yu gripped his thigh.

He leaned closer to Wen Yu, his dark eyes meeting her slightly trembling pupils: "Now I understand."

Wen Yu seemed choked up and couldn't speak. He looked at Shen Yu, and after a long while, his thin lips curved into an uncertain smile: "What have you figured out?"

Shen Yu laughed silently.

He had climbed onto the bed without anyone noticing, his lower body shrouded in shadow. Without any restraint, he placed his knees on either side of Wen Yu's legs, his entire body almost pressing down on her.

"What Your Majesty desires is what I desire." Shen Yu half-closed his eyes, his breath mingling with Wen Yu's, and in the midst of their intertwined gazes, he lightly kissed the cool lips of the person beneath him.

At first, it was just a brief encounter, but after several separations, the friction and heat became increasingly intense.

Shen Yu bit Wen Yu's lower lip. He didn't have much skill; he just touched it briefly before pushing his red tongue further inside. Wen Yu let out a muffled groan. He wrapped his arms around Shen Yu's neck, opened his jaw, and let Shen Yu's tongue easily slip inside.

"Shen Yu, I won't give you another chance. If you dare to lie to me, I'll skin you alive." Wen Yu gasped for breath during their brief separation, half threatening and half yielding, as he pulled Shen Yu close and slowly kissed his ear. "Did you hear me?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not." Shen Yu rubbed the flesh and blood at the base of Wen Yu's thigh and comforted her, "Don't be afraid. If anything happens, I will stand in front of you."

Wen Yu froze, a strange soreness rising in his nose. He buried half his face in Shen Yu's neck and said, "It was I who stood in front of you."

“Fine, you stand in front of me, and I’ll stand behind you.” Shen Yu didn’t say much to Wen Yu. He knew his own temperament, and he also knew Wen Yu’s temperament. He used to be... unwilling to be subordinate to anyone.

At first, Wen Yu's body was tense. His legs were restricted and he could hardly move. He always suppressed his brows and couldn't help but frown.

"...Take my pants off." Wen Yu tried to turn over several times but couldn't. He gripped the sheets beneath him and couldn't help but speak.

Shen Yu withdrew his hand, wiped his fingertips on the surface of the bedding, and then took off all of Wen Yu's underpants.

"Your Highness, can you still move your legs?" Shen Yu pinched the inside of Wen Yu's calf and said slowly, "If not, try a different position."

Wen Yu bit the inside of his mouth, his gaze fixed on Shen Yu's neatly dressed clothes, and a sense of frustration rose in his heart.

He turned his eyes slightly and said, "I can't move, so I'm afraid I can't do it today."

"Your Majesty was about to press down on me just now, and I saw you moving your legs quite vigorously then." Shen Yu pinched Wen Yu's chin, then lowered his head and kissed Wen Yu's lips. "Hurry up."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu's eyes flickered. Seeing that Shen Yu had no intention of showing him any pity and placing him in a superior position, he turned his face to the side after a few seconds of stalemate.

Bear with him for a while.

Shen Yu also took off his clothes. He pressed down on Wen Yu's waist, pinched his fingertips, and then turned his gaze to Wen Yu.