Something Different, Then

So this was the result.

Song Mingzhou sat there in a daze, enjoying the ultimate salon service, getting kissed from time to time and taken advantage of a little.

[Little 7! Hurry up and check whether something's wrong with Duan Xun! Could his character setting have awakened, and now he wants to chop me up??]

[7, remember to save me later. Something feels off. My hair is practically standing on end.]

[Do you think his villainous traits awakened, and now he's belatedly coming after me for all the grudges from before? I didn't provoke him, did I? I've offered myself to him so many times already, and he still wants to hurt me? That's too vicious, isn't it?]

[Are you useful at all? Hurry up and scan him! I'm scared I won't survive tonight!]

Song Mingzhou screamed at 527 in his head while keeping his expression calm. Even when he saw Duan Xun's half-smiling expression in the mirror, he could still return it with a sweet smile.

This was getting more and more bizarre.

[Why is he looking at me like that? It's making my skin crawl. Could he be plotting something?]

[Damn it, tonight...]

[Goodbye, Little 7. I'm afraid I won't make it through tonight. The mission isn't even finished, and I'm already done for. Sure enough, handsome men can't be trusted.]

[I gave him my whole heart, and he actually wants to hurt me. This is too much.]

Duan Xun suddenly leaned close and rested his chin on Song Mingzhou's shoulder. Song Mingzhou trembled in fright, but quickly steadied himself, turning his head and calling pitifully, "Brother."

Trying to awaken the great villain's pity and affection.

Duan Xun smiled with amusement, threading his fingers through Song Mingzhou's hair and gently stroking his scalp. He deliberately lowered his voice. "What? Are you nervous?"

Song Mingzhou's breath hitched. "No. What's wrong, Brother?"

He decided to show weakness early.

Duan Xun's smile became even more enigmatic, though his gaze obediently dropped. "Zhouzhou doesn't seem very honest..."

"!"

A numbing current swept through his whole body. Song Mingzhou shuddered, and his breathing grew heavy almost instantly.

Duan Xun's eyes darkened.

But he deliberately kept Song Mingzhou hanging. After giving him only a light kiss, he pulled back just enough to make Song Mingzhou crane his neck in search of his lips.

Duan Xun refused to indulge him, instead burying his face by Song Mingzhou's ear and rubbing against him. He sighed in satisfaction. "Does baby Zhouzhou miss me that much?"

Miss him...

Song Mingzhou's ears burned again, a rosy flush spreading across his fair skin.

Duan Xun had done it on purpose, actually comparing him to a deranged serial killer!

Was he really that scary?

Little thing.

If he didn't punish him properly, he wouldn't learn.

Duan Xun stood, pinched Song Mingzhou's chin, picked him up, and set him on the table.

Song Mingzhou had already been thoroughly teased until he lost all sense of direction.

Bang.

Something was swept off the table. Neither of them had the spare attention to care whether anything had been broken.

"..."

Hm?

He struggled, but couldn't break free.

The dazed look in his eyes finally cleared for a moment. He looked up at the man above him in confusion, and Duan Xun smiled like a fox. "Zhouzhou was very naughty today. You misunderstood me, and I'm very unhappy, so..."

"???"

Wait.

What?

Duan Xun gave him no time to think.

[Whimper, the whole chapter got locked. Delete, delete, delete.]

Song Mingzhou did not wake up the next morning.

He missed the call time entirely.

Duan Xun had turned off his alarm too.

When he woke up groggily and saw the strong light faintly seeping through the curtains, he jolted upright in fright, only for the soreness in his body to make him lie back down again.

Damn it.

He reached for his phone, unlocked it, and saw that it was already 12 o'clock!!

Song Mingzhou sprang upright again. This time, even though the pain made him bare his teeth, he did not lie back down. He immediately unlocked his phone, preparing to explain himself to the director.

But the director had already sent him messages—at eight in the morning.

— "You brat, you're something else. I told you not to leave marks, but you went and did yourself in so badly you couldn't even come in. [smiley face]"

— "I can understand young people having plenty of energy, but you still need to show some restraint. Going too hard is bad for your health. I was young once too, so listen to my advice: restraint."

— "Rest up. Come make it up the day after tomorrow. No more taking leave next time."

— "Tell that person of yours to hold back and wait until my drama finishes filming. Keep this up, and my heart won't be able to take it."

— "Reply when you see this."

— "I've already finished filming my morning scenes, and you're still not awake? You brat, you're something else."

The last message had been sent at 11:40, just over twenty minutes ago.

Song Mingzhou's vision went black.

Leave.

It seemed Duan Xun had taken leave for him. Not only had he delayed the crew's filming, but he had even gotten the director to let it slide so easily. Duan Xun had most likely pulled some strings.

Had he paid compensation?

Song Mingzhou rubbed his throbbing temples and saw that he also had several calls and messages from his assistant.

Sigh.

What a headache.

He called back. The moment Chen Fei answered, he launched into a barrage of questions. "Teacher Song, are you okay? I just called the director, and he said you took leave. Did you really take leave?"

Song Mingzhou hummed. "Sorry, I overslept."

Chen Fei said seriously, "It's fine. So are you still going to the set today?"

"No."

He had no strength.

"Then what about me?"

"Take the day off and do whatever you want. You don't need to worry about me."

"Great." Chen Fei was delighted at the paid day off, but remembering that Song Mingzhou was his artist, he still put on a show of concern. "Are you really okay?"

Song Mingzhou said, "I'm fine."

Chen Fei became happy again. "All right, then get some rest. I'm going to play games."

"...Go ahead."

After hanging up, Song Mingzhou still had not recovered.

Duan Xun was no longer in the room. At this hour, he had probably gone off to work.

Song Mingzhou got out of bed himself, slowly shuffling toward the living room to see whether Duan Xun was there.

When he saw someone sitting on the sofa, he was about to call out "Brother," but then he saw clearly that it was not Duan Xun.

It was... Lin Cheng?