Can't take it already in chapter 1, baby?

"You look so pretty crying, sweetheart. It makes me want to *."

"I really want to die on top of you, sweetheart. Can you bite me, baby? Slapping me works too~"

"Mmnh..."

Pain.

Everything hurt.

Song Nianxing woke from the pain.

His tailbone in particular ached and hurt.

The instant he opened his eyes, he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling light, momentarily dazed.

Oh, he remembered.

Yesterday had been the press conference for a celebrity dating show he had insisted on joining with his childhood friend, Jiang Jingzhe.

He had been plied with plenty of alcohol at the event, and the reporters had pressed him with all sorts of questions, leaving his already battered mind and body utterly exhausted.

Fortunately, Shen Siyi, the award-winning actor everyone in the industry praised as gentle as the bright moon, had stepped in to rescue him and thoughtfully handed him a glass of warm water. Only then had he felt much better.

Tsk, his senior had been so considerate toward him, and he had actually... actually repaid him by having an erotic dream about him?

Song Nianxing, you're a complete bastard!

Filled with guilt, Song Nianxing slowly sat up and haphazardly rubbed his hair. As he lowered his hand again, he abruptly felt warmth that did not belong to him.

His eyes widened sharply in shock, and he turned to look.

A forearm with prominent veins came into view.

His gaze shifted farther. The rumpled blanket lay carelessly over the man's lower abdomen, half concealing the defined lines of his muscular abs as they rose and fell with his breathing. Higher up, several conspicuous, suggestive red scratches marked his chest and neck.

Then, the instant a face painstakingly sculpted by Nüwa came into view, Song Nianxing's breath caught.

Shen Siyi!!

Everything last night had not been an erotic dream.

He really had done Shen Siyi!!

Having confirmed this horrifying fact, Song Nianxing's first thought was-run!

He scrambled out of bed, ready to find clothes to cover himself.

But torn haute couture clothing lay scattered all over the floor.

As Song Nianxing looked at it, his heart kept pounding faster.

Had I really been that desperate, that wild?

No wonder my lower back hurts. I'd overworked it.

While he stood there in a daze, the man on the bed began to stir awake.

I'm doomed, exploded through Song Nianxing's mind.

The next moment, Shen Siyi sat up, and the blanket already hanging precariously over his abdomen slipped down.

Song Nianxing mechanically turned to look at him, his gaze automatically homing in on what lay dormant against Shen Siyi's lower abdomen...

The tips of his ears turned fiercely red. Looking up into Shen Siyi's confused, bewildered eyes, he wished he could drop to his knees immediately. But things had come to this, and he could only speak shakily:

"I... I think I... slept with you. I'm... I'm sorry!"

Sometimes, he really wanted to slap himself.

What good was an apology?!

The more Song Nianxing thought about it, the more he fell apart. Just then, Shen Siyi spoke, his voice as clear and pure as freshly melted snow in March.

"Last night... I think you kept kissing and biting my Adam's apple. I'd been drinking too, and I couldn't push you away..."

Listening to Shen Siyi's description, Song Nianxing curled his toes hard against the floor, his cheeks flushed scarlet. But after struggling for ages, he could still only think of those three words.

"I am sorry."

"Forget it," Shen Siyi spoke again. "I don't blame you... Although it was my first time... it really is all right."

Song Nianxing hurriedly looked up.

Shen Siyi bit his lip, repeatedly murmuring as though afraid he would not believe him, "Really... it's all right."

The man's face was so gentle and kind, his alluring eyes glistening with traces of hurt and vulnerability.

This is practically "After a drunken night, I forced myself on a cool, aloof award-winning actor." He says it's fine, but, folks watching through the screen, do you think I can believe him?

Song Nianxing looked at him and bit down hard on his lip.

And it was his first time!

Even after all this, he's saying it's all right.

How can Shen Siyi be this good?!

Remembering his own disgraceful attempt to run away earlier, Song Nianxing felt even guiltier.

"How about... how about I do something to make it up to you..."

His voice grew quieter as he spoke.

What could an obscure nobody like him possibly offer a celebrated actor?

Shen Siyi shook his head. His long lashes lowered and fluttered twice. He took a breath, as though doing his utmost to restrain something, then looked up and smiled at Song Nianxing.

"There's no need... It's really fine. Even if it was my first time, you don't have to take responsibility for me out of guilt... You must be hungry, right?" As he spoke, he glanced at the ruined clothes beneath Song Nianxing's feet.

"I'll call someone to bring two sets of clothes and some food. Don't worry, I'll have my manager come, so there's no risk of exposure. I'll shower first. You rest for a bit."

Song Nianxing watched Shen Siyi take his phone into the bathroom, then glanced at the clothes on the floor again and could no longer hold back a sniffle.

Even after all this, Shen Siyi is still worrying about whether I'm hungry and helping protect my privacy.

Waaah, he's every bit as gracious and upright as the rumors say.

As he thought this, guilt misted Song Nianxing's eyes. Only when the doorbell rang did he come back to himself.

Listening to the water that had been rushing in the bathroom for so long, Song Nianxing pressed his lips together.

Shen Siyi's taking such a long shower...

Could he be...

Hiding in the bathroom and crying in secret?

Ah, it looks like I really do need to find a way to make it up to him.

Thinking this, Song Nianxing wrapped himself in the blanket and headed toward the entryway.

He opened the door, revealing a long-haired man in gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a refined scoundrel.

It was Shen Siyi's manager, Wen Xian, a renowned top-tier manager in the industry and a powerful figure with all sorts of resources at his disposal.

He held two paper bags bearing designer logos in one hand and an insulated food container in the other.

Song Nianxing was a little surprised by how calmly the man reacted to seeing him.

But mere seconds after that thought arose, the bathroom door clicked open behind him. Wen Xian thrust everything he was holding toward Song Nianxing, then those thin lips coldly delivered an insult: "Shameless bastard."

After cursing, he left him with, "Remember to check the notice the production team sent to your phone," then turned and left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Song Nianxing's hands trembled uncontrollably.

I'd been cursed at... Now my already rocky career would surely get even harder.

He turned around. Shen Siyi wore nothing but a bath towel around his lower body. The beautifully trained contours of his muscles looked even more striking beneath the scattered droplets of water.

Song Nianxing blinked rapidly in guilt, momentarily unsure where to look.

The corners of Shen Siyi's lips quietly curved upward. "Don't be scared. That's just his temper. It wasn't directed at you."

Song Nianxing managed an extremely strained smile.

How could it not have been directed at me?

I'd ruined his star client.

Seeing the young man looking pitiful with an armful of things and his fluffy head lowered, Shen Siyi raised his hand, wanting to ruffle his hair. But remembering what those hands had just done in the bathroom, he restrained himself and lowered it again. "Get changed and eat."

Only after they were both dressed and seated at the dining table did Song Nianxing remember what Wen Xian had said. After searching around, he felt his phone wedged in a gap in the bed.

Looking at its dark screen, he gripped it until his fingertips turned slightly white.

He was truly afraid to check his messages.

For the past six months, he had received messages from a very obsessive fan every day.

Their contents were explicit and perverted.

And even if he changed his number, he would soon be found again.

Forcing down his fear, Song Nianxing unlocked the screen, and white light flashed across his eyes.

Seeing that the message page contained only a notice from the production team about that afternoon's promotional poster shoot livestream, Song Nianxing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

I actually didn't get a message from that perverted fan last night.

Wonderful.

He picked up his sandwich and happily took a bite.

Sitting opposite him, Shen Siyi watched his delighted expression, his eyes instantly darkening. He lowered his gaze to the message already composed on his phone:

[Baby looked so gorgeous today. I want to fuck baby until we die.]

A well-defined finger tapped lightly.

-Message sent-

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(Content warning: the bottom is a weak, pretty idiot! The top really is an obsessive, possessive pervert! Babies who can't handle that, proceed with caution.)