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Duan Xun followed his gaze downward until it finally landed on... Duan Xun abruptly looked away, staring at Song Mingzhou's face in surprise.

Even with skin as thick as his, Song Mingzhou felt a little embarrassed. He silently buried his head in Duan Xun's arms, gave two soft hums, then tried to speak.

"Smells so good. Smells nice."

Duan Xun's gaze darkened, his emotions impossible to read. He slowly lowered his hand and lightly curled his fingers.

His lips curved.

Was this also an act for the mission?

Oh, no.

On the first day, he had heard this guy talking to the system. He really craved Duan Xun's body, and had even said something about him being... his ultimate type?

What was an ultimate type?

Duan Xun frowned in vexation, and his hand unconsciously lost some of its restraint. Only when the person in his arms gripped his arm tightly did he come back to his senses.

He let go.

Song Mingzhou took a while to regain his breath.

He tilted his head up at Duan Xun.

"Brother."

Even his voice was fatally pleasant.

He was showing weakness.

As if determined not to let him have his way, Duan Xun furrowed his brows and asked sternly, "What is it?"

Song Mingzhou blinked miserably.

Duan Xun stared deeply into his eyes for a long while, then spoke in the same hoarse voice. "Beg me."

"!"

Song Mingzhou's pupils contracted.

[Pervert, he likes this? How did he know I liked it??]

[Could he be the tapeworm in my stomach? He even knows what I like... &%? We're way too compatible!]

Duan Xun's expression remained unchanged. "You don't want to? Then..."

"I do."

Song Mingzhou put on a pained, conflicted expression and forcibly squeezed out a tear. "I belong to you, Brother. As long as you ask it of me, I'm willing to do anything without regret."

"..."

He really could act.

Duan Xun watched him with his own eyes...

If not for the excited screaming in his heart that never stopped, Duan Xun might truly have been forced to feel the slightest bit guilty.

Unfortunately.

There was none of that.

Duan Xun narrowed his eyes as he watched the guy kneel before him. Those pale, slender ankles were somewhat dazzling.

He wanted to give them a squeeze.

Duan Xun acted on it. Song Mingzhou trembled, and Duan Xun gazed at him teasingly. "You're very noisy."

Song Mingzhou, who had not spoken in a long time: ???

Was he noisy?

He obviously had not said anything??

Before he could question Duan Xun's words, someone seized his ankle and yanked it hard backward.

Song Mingzhou's phone, which had been quiet for a long time, unexpectedly began ringing nonstop.

Strange.

After deleting all those random people connected to Gu Yanting, he had cleaned out his contacts too. Other than Duan Xun or his assistant contacting him, who else could it be?

The production crew?

Song Mingzhou quickly finished the orange in his hand and answered the call.

"You took this long to answer my call? Your wings have grown, and now you think you can fly, huh?" The man on the other end immediately launched into a tirade. "You went on a variety show and still managed to stir up trouble. What the hell is your brain for?"

That familiar tone and cadence.

Song Mingzhou narrowed his eyes. This was the original owner's agent, Lu Fenghai—a middle-aged man whom he had deleted from his contacts last time.

In the plot, Lu Fenghai had been fairly normal toward the original owner at first.

But after the original owner became blinded by love, wasting away the little fame he had gained after debuting and turning into a low-tier, scandal-ridden flop, Lu Fenghai had become thoroughly sick of him.

Time and again, he had wanted to sell the original owner off. After all, the original owner had a beautiful face, and quite a few people in the industry liked keeping male lovers.

But the original owner had been quite unyielding in this regard. His heart belonged only to Gu Yanting.

Later, meeting Duan Xun had been an accident. The original novel had also split into divergent paths here: would the original owner hold fast to his bottom line, or accept being kept?

The two different paths led to equally miserable endings.

Clearly, Song Mingzhou had chosen the second path: to be kept by Duan Xun and board Duan Xun's ship.

Before being kept, the original owner had cried, made scenes, and threatened suicide to secure a spot on that variety show, all for the chance to appear on the same stage as Gu Yanting.

Tch.

Song Mingzhou was not the original owner. Impatiently, he cut off the yelling on the other end. "What is it? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

Lu Fenghai paused, clearly not expecting Song Mingzhou to dare speak to him in that tone.

"..."

Song Mingzhou hung up.

A few seconds later.

The other party called again, but Song Mingzhou did not answer.

When the fifth call came in, Song Mingzhou finally answered out of mercy. Before Lu Fenghai could start cursing, he spoke first. "Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll block you."

Lu Fenghai choked. He still wanted to curse him out, but considering how unhinged "Song Mingzhou" was acting, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Business came first.

He cleared his throat and said stiffly, "You're only a guest on this variety show for two episodes. There's still some time before the next one, so I've accepted a drama for you in the meantime. You'll join the production in three days."

Song Mingzhou's brow twitched.

Since he had transmigrated here, even if it was only for the missions, he still had to live his life. He could not neglect his career either.

Song Mingzhou asked, "What kind of drama?"

Lu Fenghai choked again, secretly wondering whether there was something wrong with Song Mingzhou today. He was actually asking about this—he had never asked about anything before.

Still, he answered, "The third male lead in an idol drama. You have a good image, so you're suited to this kind of youth idol drama."

"What about the production team?"

Lu Fenghai got angry. "Are you done yet? Do you even know your standing? If you hadn't recently gotten into a dating rumor with Gu Yanting and gained a bit of traffic, people wouldn't dare take the risk of using you. Otherwise, did you think you could land such a good resource?"

Good?

Song Mingzhou did not believe it.

[Little 7, check it.]

[On it.] 527 had long been prepared. It pulled up this part of the plot and reported, [This is from the second arc. It's mainly Shen Qing and the original owner's storyline, because Shen Qing is the lead actor in this drama.]

Fuck.

He knew no one could be that kindhearted.

So Shen Qing was involved again.

527 said as if it were only natural, [Host, you're the villain—and the kind of villain who courts death by revolving around the protagonist to make your presence known. Of course you have to follow the protagonist around.]

[Didn't that voice say last time that my mission route might change?]

[Host, have you considered that this might already be the changed main storyline?]

[You don't know?]

[I don't. I only know the rough outline. The plot only unlocks before each key event.]

[Fine.]

Song Mingzhou coldly replied to the other party, "Send me the relevant information. Arrange an assistant for me in three days."

"Heh..."

Before Lu Fenghai could start cursing, the call was cut off.

Ding-dong.

It was the sound of WeChat. Song Mingzhou rubbed his brow. Fuck, was this ever going to end? He might as well delete it outright. Irritably, he grabbed his phone, but the hostility around him instantly vanished.

It was a message from Duan Xun's assistant, Lin Cheng.