Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Without any hesitation, Yu Zhuo pounced on Zhou Yanshu and hugged him so tightly that the bed shook.

"elder brother……"

They were both naked, their skin pressed together. The burning heat traveled through their skin as they rubbed. Yu Zhuo inhaled the scent of Zhou Yanshu's neck, his eyelashes fluttering and then drooping: "I missed you so much."

Zhou Yanshu also reached out and hugged Yu Zhuo's body. He chuckled and rubbed his nose against Yu Zhuo's cheek: "You'll never grow up."

“You’ll never grow up either, you’re just a little follower.” Yu Zhuo raised his golden eyes, stared at Zhou Yanshu’s thin lips for a moment, and then suddenly leaned over and licked the corner of his mouth like he did when he was a child.

Zhou Yanshu was indifferent to Yu Zhuo's animalistic behavior. Yu Zhuo seemed to have never gotten rid of this habit and could not be corrected, so Zhou Yanshu simply tilted his chin slightly up and let him lick it.

"How did you get in? The high-altitude triangulation detectors are still there. You used system energy, so they probably won't be able to detect you for long."

Yu Zhuo stepped back slightly, occasionally brushing his lips against Zhou Yanshu's as he spoke: "I abandoned my original system body and directly invaded this body."

“My core soul fragment shouldn’t be here, nor should it allow me to exist in this world,” Yu Zhuo said. “Brother, is it you…”

Zhou Yanshu looked down at Yu Zhuo without saying a word, but in that moment of silence, he revealed something.

The main system that created Yuzhu shattered his soul.

Zhou Yanshu picked up a piece from the scattered and rapidly dissipating fragments of the soul and hid it away, and it remains perfectly preserved to this day.

Yu Zhuo's eyes trembled, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he buried his head in Zhou Yanshu's neck: "Back then... you didn't leave, right?"

"Why should I leave?" Zhou Yanshu reached out and grabbed Yu Zhuo's chin. His long, narrow silver eyes suddenly revealed a hint of coldness. "And what gives you the right to make decisions for me?"

Yu Zhuo was stunned for a moment: "I..."

"Do you want me to remove the gland?" Zhou Yanshu grasped Yu Zhuo's hand and pressed his palm against the back of his neck. "No one in this world remembers you. Once I remove the gland, you will truly be gone."

Zhou Yanshu's eyes were bloodshot: "At that time, I will also start a new life. I will marry someone else, let someone else comfort me, he might kiss me, touch me, or even let him..."

Yu Zhuo paused for a moment, then silently lowered his eyes and said, "Don't say anything more."

"Why won't you speak? Isn't this what you wanted?" Zhou Yanshu stared directly at Yu Zhuo. "Even if you die, this world will continue to turn. And according to the original trajectory of fate, I will marry someone else... Am I wrong?"

"That's still better than you dying!" Yu Zhuo's eyes reddened. "I'm not human, I'm just a machine. If I'm crushed, I'll just be a pile of scrap metal. But what about you? You're not like me. You're a living person, with flesh and blood. How can you be like me?"

The air suddenly fell silent. Zhou Yanshu sat on the bed, looking down at Yu Zhuo. He saw that Yu Zhuo's lips were tightly pursed and his eyes were red.

"Yu Zhuo, is this how you see yourself?"

Yu Zhuo lowered his head and rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand.

Long ago, he also thought he was a person.

He doesn't look much different from the humans in this world; he cries when he's sad and grins when he's happy.

He has a heart, lungs, and flesh and blood; he seems to be a normal person.

But he is not human.

His hair was sewn with white thread, and two golden glass beads adorned his plastic eyes. His legs and arms were mechanical, but he had only grown a human face because the main system had supplied them with energy over the years.

Later, in order to adapt to the environment of this world, Yu Zhuo stiffly peeled off his skin membrane and installed a gland-like device on the back of his neck.

How could he be human?

All the parts of his body are mechanical; he is merely a humanoid system in human skin.

Yu Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed, a shadow falling over him. Looking down, he saw Zhou Yanshu reach out and pinch the soft flesh around his waist.

Yu Zhuo winced in pain: "Brother! What are you doing!"

Zhou Yanshu didn't lessen his grip. He looked coldly at Yu Zhuo and feigned confusion, saying, "Aren't you made of iron? Does it hurt now?"

Yu Zhuo's eyes widened: "You..."

After Zhou Yanshu finished speaking, he withdrew his hand, wrapped himself in the quilt, and continued speaking with his back to Yu Zhuo: "If you are scrap metal, please don't sleep with me anymore. I don't want to be on a pile of iron."

Yu Zhuo: "..."