Run away or cry?

Song Nianxing abruptly raised his head, but he did not dare turn around to look.

What if he really was right?

What if Shen Siyi was that pervert?

If that pervert knew he had found out, what would he do?

God knew how desperately he wanted a guide on how to placate someone who might be a pervert right now.

But he clearly had no chance now.

The moment Shen Siyi's tall frame came to stand behind him, Song Nianxing felt as though a shadow had enveloped him.

He practically held his breath and only managed to stand up slowly with great difficulty. Just as he was ready to turn around, Shen Siyi stepped past him, bent down quite naturally to pick up the tablet, then unlocked it with a smile and began typing a reply to Wen Xian.

While replying, he lifted his eyes to glance at Song Nianxing. "Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? Oh, right, let me show you something interesting."

As he spoke, he switched out of WeChat.

Song Nianxing's heart was already in his throat. He feigned composure as Shen Siyi drew close, but his fists still unconsciously clenched.

Yet when his gaze fell on the tablet's screen again, his pupils trembled, and his clenched hands loosened a little.

"This is..."

The tablet displayed the inside of Shen Siyi's villa, and the camera was trained on his kitten.

He glanced at Shen Siyi, who was looking at the tablet with a doting smile. Only when he caught Song Nianxing's gaze did he look back at him and say with a smile:

"Cute, isn't it? Are you feeling a little better now? Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to install the new camera I bought, or we could see it in higher definition. The house is too big, and I'm always worried the kitten will wander off. If it got lost or hurt, I'd be very upset."

Song Nianxing tiredly blinked the eyes he had kept wide open in vigilance.

So the camera was for watching the kitten?

But what about the photo?

His gaze returned to the tablet in Shen Siyi's hand. He swallowed and ventured timidly:

"Your wallpaper is a photo of me... I don't think I've ever seen this one..."

As he spoke, his eyes stayed fixed on Shen Siyi's face, trying to catch some clue.

But Shen Siyi did not show the panic he had imagined a pervert would display upon being exposed. Instead, he merely frowned, his eyes instantly filling with apology.

"Well, I really do owe you an apology for that. Last time, I overheard your manager selling photos of your private life to someone. I was worried those photos of you would get out, so I bought the exclusive rights to them from him."

As he spoke, little sparks of light appeared in his obsidian eyes, only to dim again a moment later. His thin lips continued moving as he said:

"I should have destroyed them, but I thought this one was so cute and one of a kind that I didn't delete it. I even set it as my wallpaper. I'm sorry. If it really bothers you, Ah Xing, I'll change it right away."

After saying this, he was about to change the wallpaper on the tablet, but Song Nianxing hurriedly raised a hand to stop him.

Shen Siyi sounded so sincere that he could find nothing to dispute.

And he could verify Shen Siyi's explanation simply by asking his manager.

The doubts in his heart subsided once more, replaced by even deeper guilt.

He had actually suspected Shen Siyi twice today!

If he made Shen Siyi change the wallpaper too, he really would seem like a complete asshole.

Right! Placate him first, before Shen Siyi realizes I'm suspicious!

With that thought, Song Nianxing met Shen Siyi's eyes while continuing to move his hands, pressing the tablet down. "Use it if you like it. Just now, I... I wasn't bothered, and I wasn't suspicious of anything, either. I just wanted to say this one actually isn't very good. I can take some better ones for you..."

After he said this, he distinctly noticed Shen Siyi's eyes suddenly brighten, only to settle again. "Actually, I like them whether they look good or not. I just thought that one was special. No one else has it. I like things that belong only to me."

At that moment, Song Nianxing did not notice the obsession faintly revealed in his words. He was only intent on placating Shen Siyi before he discovered his little thoughts.

So he nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation.

"Let's take them!"

He briefly recalled that photo again.

Honestly, that photo's only real strength was its eroticism.

Shen Siyi likes me, so it's only natural for him to feel some desire for me... Besides, that's even better. It means Shen Siyi won't stop wanting me for now, doesn't it?

Once he understood this, Song Nianxing's heart settled back where it belonged, and he promised, "I'll take more unique ones for you, ones no one else will ever have seen. Would that make you very happy?"

Shen Siyi stepped closer and gathered him into his arms. "Of course that would make me very, very happy. Will they really belong only to me?"

As he asked, he rubbed his cheek against Song Nianxing's with a hint of lingering intimacy.

Feeling this, Song Nianxing relaxed even more.

"Yes, only to you."

He answered, secretly letting out a long sigh of relief.

Looks like Shen Siyi isn't angry yet. I hid it pretty well.

The two nuzzled each other affectionately like this for quite a while before Shen Siyi took the laundry detergent and left the tent alone.

Almost the instant he left the tent, Song Nianxing eagerly took out his phone and called his manager.

And the answer he received was that he really had misunderstood Shen Siyi.

Not only was Shen Siyi not that pervert.

He had also helped protect his privacy, buying the exclusive rights to the photos his utterly unscrupulous manager had secretly taken of him before and even getting someone to teach his manager a lesson.

Listening to the man on the other end of the phone cry out in pain because he had gotten so worked up talking to him that he had pulled at his wounds, Song Nianxing felt particularly pleased.

Even when Shen Siyi returned after washing the clothes, he still could not hide his smile. Even after lying down on the bed and closing his eyes, he kept chuckling to himself.

He did not notice that Shen Siyi kept his eyes open in the darkness, staring at him.

As Shen Siyi watched the young man's docile sleeping posture, the greed in his pitch-black eyes grew increasingly intense.

My Ah Xing seems to have started suspecting me.

He had personally captured the photo on that wallpaper.

But he had indeed bought all the photos from Ah Xing's damned manager.

That man simply did not remember what photos he had taken, though, so even if Song Nianxing asked, he would not be able to find anything out.

Damn him, damn him, damn him, damn them all.

How dare he photograph my Ah Xing? Only I can photograph my Ah Xing. Only me!

Ah Xing suspects me! How wonderful!

He also very much wanted to know whether his Ah Xing would cry in fear if he really discovered him, or struggle to escape.

If he cried, wouldn't that excite me almost to death?

And if he ran away? It seems I'd love that to death, too.