Is Having Me Not Enough? You Want Other Good Brothers Too?

Song Mingzhou timidly called out to him, "Teacher Duan."

Duan Xun sneered. "Not calling me brother anymore?"

Song Mingzhou obediently changed his form of address. "Brother."

That "brother" was like a weightless feather, slipping through skin and flesh into his bones and blood, tickling the depths of his heart until he would willingly give him his very soul.

"Brother." Song Mingzhou lightly tugged at his collar, his long lashes fluttering with pitiful grievance. "Do you really like that Shen Qing, Brother?"

Are you blind? Am I not more handsome than that green-tea Shen? Not sexier than him? Wake up, he's playing you.

Duan Xun bent down, pressing his forehead to Song Mingzhou's, and smiled.

"I like the sexy kind, as long as they're not playing me."

"Huh?"

Song Mingzhou did not quite process that.

[Ding, plot point triggered. The host must proactively kiss his patron, Duan Xun, sell his looks to please him, and speak ill of Shen Qing.]

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Listen to yourself. Does that sound reasonable?

527: [It does.]

Fine.

Living under someone else's roof, I have no choice but to bow my head.

Duan Xun had heard every word. Amused, he pinched Song Mingzhou's earlobe, and after successfully eliciting a soft whimper, deliberately asked, "You said you came here for someone today. Who was it for?"

Song Mingzhou asked in return, "Then who did Brother come for?"

"Of course, Shen Qing." Duan Xun chuckled softly, suddenly releasing him with a teasing look. "Did you think I came for you?"

Fuck!

I haven't even made a move, and you're already breaking my heart? Duan dog, don't blame me for kissing you until you cry.

Song Mingzhou looked back at him sadly. "I'm Brother's person. Doesn't Brother care about me? Shen Qing isn't a good person at all. He's awful."

Duan Xun's smile widened. "Really? How awful?"

Song Mingzhou considered his words carefully. "He puts on an act. Nothing about him is real. He bullied me before, too. I don't like him, Brother. He isn't a good person."

Song Mingzhou shook his clothes coquettishly.

Duan Xun lowered his gaze to look at his hand, frowning. "Between me and Gu Yanting, who's worse?"

"Huh?"

No, that was quite a leap. What is there to compare?

"Answer me."

Song Mingzhou's cheeks flushed beneath his stare, and he lowered his eyes. "He can't compare to Brother. He and Shen Qing are both bad people. I don't like either of them. I like Brother."

As he spoke, Song Mingzhou took the initiative to hook his arms around Duan Xun's neck and kissed him.

[Ding, host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current task progress: 7/100.]

Complete.

Duan Xun took the opportunity to wrap an arm around his waist.

Just then, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Brother Xun, are you in there?"

"..."

No one answered.

Shen Qing waited for a while. By now, everyone was basically in their rooms, and he had not seen Duan Xun go out. How could he not be there?

He had clearly heard the sound of a chair crashing over inside.

Song Mingzhou's waist hurt a little from the impact, and his brows knitted together. "Mm, it hurts."

"Now you know it hurts?"

"Mhm..." Song Mingzhou's eyes glistened with tears. "Brother's Shen Qing is looking for you. He's outside calling for Brother Xun. Aren't you going to open the door?"

Let's see how long you can hold out, Shen Qing's biggest backup.

Duan Xun did not move. His hand slid lower.

"I'm not opening it. Isn't having me enough? You want other good brothers too?"

No, the topic has gone off track. Who would want that disgusting thing, Shen Qing?

At some point, his thin shirt had been pushed up. The air-conditioned room was already chilly, and the cold air brushing over his skin made Song Mingzhou shiver.

He pressed against the tabletop, his slender neck slightly raised to expose his beautiful, delicate collarbones. His chest rose and fell rapidly like thunder.

Each beat struck Duan Xun's heart.

He could not wait for an answer. Bending down, he buried his face in the crook of Song Mingzhou's neck and took a deep breath of his unique, clean scent, calling his name in a low, hoarse voice.

"Song Mingzhou."

Several more loud knocks sounded outside. Thinking the people inside had not heard, Shen Qing raised his voice. "Brother Xun, it's me. I came to bring you something."

Song Mingzhou braced his hands against the table, glanced at the door, and suddenly had a wicked thought. He leaned forward and kissed him again.

In that instant.

Duan Xun felt as though his body no longer belonged to him. Hot—so hot.

Just as he was about to take things further, Song Mingzhou drew back slightly and urged him, "Brother, Shen Qing is getting anxious waiting. Hurry and open the door."

Let your Shen Qing get a good look at your lips...

"I want to fuck you."

"?"

Duan Xun's eyes reddened. "I want to pin you to the floor, &￥, &%..., on the floor, %...7.."

Thump.

Song Mingzhou's heart pounded wildly.

How is every single thing he says hitting my kink? I finally understand why I was dragged into this stupid book. So Heaven saw that I was lonely and decided to let me experience the utmost bliss on earth?

Come on, go all the way.

"Brother Xun, are you in there? Are you guys okay?"

"Get lost!"

Duan Xun angrily kicked the sandalwood chair. The violent noise startled Shen Qing, as though someone had dumped a basin of cold water over him from head to toe, leaving his eyes full of disbelief.

Brother Xun had just... shouted at him?

No.

It definitely was not that.

At that moment, Gu Yanting, who had heard the noise next door, opened his door first.

"Shen Qing?"

Shen Qing hurriedly changed his expression, putting on a sweet smile as he walked over. He explained as though casually, "I brought some food from home and thought I'd share it with everyone. I passed room 302 first, so..."

Gu Yanting glanced toward the neighboring room and pulled him over sympathetically. "You worked hard. Why did you bring all this?"

Shen Qing smiled and stuffed everything into his hands. "I wanted you to try the specialties from my hometown."

Seeing the smile of the person he loved, warmth filled Gu Yanting's heart as well.

He accepted them. "All right. Come sit in my room for a while. We're almost done cleaning."

Gu Yanting pulled him into the room. From the corner of his eye, Shen Qing saw that the neighboring door still had not opened. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but Gu Yanting's humor and charm quickly drew away his attention.

Meanwhile, after kissing for a while, Song Mingzhou had been thoroughly teased. He raised his head with tear-filled eyes like a drenched puppy.

"Brother, shall we do it?"

Duan Xun laughed, pulled aside his clothes, and bit him once. Then his expression swiftly returned to clarity. After straightening his clothes, he looked impeccably dressed.

Song Mingzhou, left by the table in a dazed, aroused state: ???

A feint?

Damn, is he not capable? Did he drain himself dry all at once last time?

527: [...You're the vicious cannon-fodder villain. You're here to do tasks, not visit a brothel. Please recognize your role!]

Song Mingzhou: [I recognize it. He's exactly my type. He's stomping all over my kinks.]

527: ...

Forget it.

Duan Xun raised his wrist to check his watch, then picked up Song Mingzhou's coat from the floor. "Come here. Put this on."

Damn it, teasing me and then running off. Duan dog, just you wait. Your arrogance today will be repaid with durians someday!

Song Mingzhou walked over. "Okay, Brother."

Duan Xun casually pinched his earlobe again. "Good boy. Next time."

Not long afterward, Song Mingzhou received an enormous transfer.

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All right, all right. He's rich and handsome.

After the lunch break.

Everyone gathered in the hall again. When Shen Qing saw Duan Xun and Song Mingzhou coming downstairs together, he remembered what had happened at noon.

The production crew gave everyone a little dry food, randomly assigned them into groups, and sent them up the mountain to complete assigned tasks in preparation for dinner. Song Mingzhou and Shen Qing were placed in the same group.

A sacrifice to the heavens.

The reputation was well deserved.

Song Mingzhou was so irritated he nearly laughed. The production crew really had no humanity, deliberately putting these two "rival lovers at each other's throats" into a romance group. He did not know whom they were trying to disgust.

As for everyone else...