Nan Qing felt a chill run down his spine at how earnestly he described it.
He instinctively glanced around the room, then quickly felt that doing so made him look insecure and simply averted his eyes.
Facing the big-shot villain Huo Yuzhou, Nan Qing tried to look less weak.
He puffed out his chest and declared righteously,
"If there were cameras, wouldn't you be filming yourself too?"
"If a big name like you isn't afraid of people seeing you naked, what do I have to be scared of?"
Huo Yuzhou sighed, looking at him with some helplessness.
Only then did Nan Qing belatedly realize he had been an idiot.
If Huo Yuzhou wanted to film him, of course he could mosaic himself out!
Finally realizing the consequences, Nan Qing instantly clamped his mouth shut.
He poked Huo Yuzhou's chest with a finger, signaling that he wanted to get off his lap.
But Huo Yuzhou's arms remained firmly wrapped around him as he asked,
"Would you say what you just said to anyone?"
Nan Qing thought about it, then shook his head without hesitation.
He wasn't stupid.
Bai Ruanruan was a bottom. Their roles clashed, so even if Nan Qing wanted some fun, he wouldn't go to him!
The others were either too old or too young, and those of a suitable age were a bunch of ugly misfits. Nan Qing was beautiful and naturally had high standards. He wouldn't fancy them even if he went blind.
As for Bai Ruanruan's actual husband, he had no taste for breaking people up and becoming the other man.
Even if he hated Bai Ruanruan, he couldn't do something that disgusting.
Nan Qing stared intently at Huo Yuzhou.
Whichever way he looked at it, among the characters he had unlocked in this world so far, only Huo Yuzhou was handsome and well-built enough to suit his tastes.
Of course, if sleeping with him was this dangerous, he would pass.
He only had one life. Keeping it in his own hands would be safer.
While Nan Qing's thoughts went around in circles, Huo Yuzhou quietly watched him.
Only when he firmly shook his head did the violent emotions in Huo Yuzhou's heart subside.
Yet his expression remained calm and unruffled. He even tucked Nan Qing into bed like a gentleman and kissed his cheek.
"It's late."
"Go to sleep."
That whole series of actions left Nan Qing feeling creeped out.
The sinister, brutal big-shot villain actually had such tender moments. It was enough to make his scalp prickle.
But on second thought, he had been kicked out of the Bai Family and was completely penniless. Huo Yuzhou wasn't even going to sleep with him, so what did he have to fear?
Sleeping in the penthouse suite of a seven-star hotel was better than sleeping in that shabby little inn that leaked rain, didn't even have two windows, and smelled damp, wasn't it?
Thinking of the room he had paid 69.9 yuan for through a group-buy deal, only to take one look inside, Nan Qing pulled a miserable face and burrowed into the soft covers.
As a cannon-fodder NPC who had died once and been abandoned, his life couldn't get any worse anyway!
He would sleep first and worry later.
Whatever!
The bedside light automatically dimmed to its lowest setting.
Under the warm yellow light, the youth lay asleep on his side with his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes resting quietly beneath them. He looked like a little prince pampered in a fairy-tale castle, impossibly well-behaved.
The bathroom's ventilation system switched on, replacing those unusual odors.
This was the sight that greeted Huo Yuzhou when he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
The broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man stood beneath the light, casting an enormous shadow over the head of the bed.
The ornaments in the room overlapped in the shadows like the bared fangs of an evil dragon.
And the little prince sleeping amid luxurious bedding remained utterly unaware, his eyes closed beneath the man's gaze, sleeping peacefully and serenely, trusting him deeply.
Huo Yuzhou bent down, his dark, sickly gaze licking over the youth's face inch by inch like dancing tongues of flame.
The man's long, defined fingers gently settled on the youth's hair and slid down along its curve.
Huo Yuzhou said nothing.
His Adam's apple merely dipped.
On this storm-tossed midnight, in the penthouse suite where he lived year-round, slept the beloved he had long yearned for.
His little young master.
The poor little thing he fantasized about holding in his arms through every sweat-drenched midnight, amid his heavy breathing.
How could he be so beautiful?
Moisture that had yet to fully dissipate lingered around his slender wrist bones.
The man's fingers settled beside the youth's face, tracing his cheek bit by bit.
Every inch of his skin was beautiful. Even the curve of his eyes was just right.
He thought that if he were willing to count them now,
the Arabic numeral he arrived at after counting those long, thick lashes would probably be his lucky number for the rest of his life.
Huo Yuzhou's crimson lips curved upward, scorching, greedy sparks appearing in his eyes.
Every part of him perfectly suited his tastes. Even his temper and personality were just right, and he looked adorable sneaking around doing bad things.
His Qingqing was simply the perfect lover, molded bit by bit by God according to his preferences.
And now, his poor little lover had fallen from the clouds and come to him, frightened and helpless, pitifully wanting to depend on him.
They would probably embark on a perfect romance.
Then hold a grand wedding.
They would marry like any ordinary couple and live in their sweet world for two until their hair turned white.
The curve of the man's lips widened, pleasure flashing through his eyes.
He thought,
I'm simply too lucky.
The phone beside the pillow buzzed several times.
Still half-asleep, Nan Qing reached out and fumbled around beside the pillow, but found nothing.
He rubbed his eyes and opened them. A beautiful hand held out his phone.
Nan Qing stared blankly at his phone, then turned his face and saw Huo Yuzhou leaning against the headboard.
He wore silk pajamas with an excellent sheen, revealing a small patch of cool, pale chest and a faint glimpse of beautiful, firm muscle definition.
Holding a document in his right hand and Nan Qing's phone in his left, he looked at him calmly.
Unable to process it for a moment, Nan Qing pulled the covers over his head.
He must really have been muddled from sleep.
Or perhaps he was having a nightmare.
Otherwise, why would he dream of Huo Yuzhou sleeping in his bed?
Huo Yuzhou raised one sharp brow.
He silently counted to three. Just as he said the final number in his mind, the beautiful young man who had burrowed beneath the covers abruptly threw them off.
His little face was damp with sweat, and he panted in small breaths.
Once again, he turned his head to precisely the same angle, then stared at him in shock.
Huo Yuzhou's expression remained unchanged as he held up the phone. "Your phone."
Nan Qing took the incessantly vibrating phone, finally remembering what had happened last night.
His mission had failed, and the system had abandoned him.
Then he had given up on himself and slept with Huo Yuzhou.
Of course, that was only in the literal sense. The two of them had merely shared a bed peacefully and amicably.
Though Nan Qing didn't understand why Huo Yuzhou, the big-shot villain he had bullied for years, had agreed to let him sleep in the same bed.
Did he want to laugh at me?
Nan Qing stole a glance at Huo Yuzhou and slowly answered the call.
"Nan Qing, what the hell are you doing? Why did you only just answer?"
An angry voice rang out. It was his manager, Zheng Ming.
Back when he was still the Bai Family's young master, Zheng Ming had always been meek and submissive before him, handling everything with the utmost care for fear of displeasing him.
Nan Qing had been generous too, giving him a hefty red envelope every holiday.
But in a single night, Zheng Ming seemed to have become a different person, hurling abuse at him over the phone.
"Are you a pig? Still in bed at this hour? Who has time to wait on a royal pain like you every single day?"