Gu Qichi verbally refused, but his actions were very honest.

His fingers combed into Bo Yu’s glossy, pitch-black hair, forcing him to look up.

The great beauty’s eyes harbored a smile, and those amber pupils were soaked in a watery light. Yet, the possessiveness and paranoia in his gaze were not concealed in the slightest.

Compared to Bo Yu, it was even more intense, without lacking in any way.

He leaned close to his ear. His tone carried a smile, but his voice was as cold as a snow-capped mountain under the bright, chilly moonlight that never melted year-round. As the sea breeze swept over, bringing a cool, damp moisture, it spread into a vast, white mist:

“Bo Yu, if you want it, I can give it to you. But you must remember, consider this an advance.”

“Next time, you will have to pay it back, piece by piece.”

“On my terms.”

A suppressed pant escaped Bo Yu’s throat. Veins bulged on his pale arms as he weakly lifted his eyes.

His narrow, upturned phoenix eyes were suffused with a lingering dampness at the corners. The color of his eyes was a cold, indifferent black, but it was now entirely disrupted by churning lust. The tightly strung chord called “reason” had completely snapped.

The proud Lion King utterly lowered his noble head, accepting the temptation of Satan from Hell.

Sinking to the absolute extreme.

Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He half-closed his eyes and let out a very deep, muffled agreement: “Okay.”

Gu Qichi smiled in satisfaction, his gaze dazzling, his lips a watery red.

A very light kiss was branded onto Bo Yu’s eyelid, setting off a wave of tremors.

“Just to satisfy your craving for now.”

The Satan of Hell looked at the believer who had fallen deeply into boundless desire for him, coaxing him with something akin to tender pity.

Would he spare the pitiful believer?
No, he would not.

Satan was evil. He would only nonchalantly set up a trap, step by step luring his devoted believer to sink deeper, until his eyes were filled only with him—
Obsessed with him, fanatic for him, desperate for him.
Even if it meant offering up his life.

When that time came, as the boundless dark night churned in the cold, desolate Hell, Satan would spread his wings and embrace his believer.
Enjoying the eternal night.

---

Bai Heng had never driven a car this fast before.

Having been by Bo Yu’s side for so many years, he was used to Bo Yu’s cold indifference and decisive ruthlessness. Even when facing matters of life and death, the man remained nonchalant, strolling as if taking a walk in the courtyard, completely disregarding mortality. It was as if everything he faced was just a manipulated game, and he could control everything without expending a single ounce of effort.

Bo Yu had always been a high and mighty, arrogant controller who stood above everything else.

Yet, he made an exception for Gu Qichi.

The aura surrounding the man in the back seat was scalding and intense. That cold, restless energy spread out impatiently in all directions like a vine, tightly wrapping the entire car until it was suffocating.

It was terrifying, like a short sword gleaming with a chilling light. If one wasn’t careful, it might slit their throat, splattering thick, sticky blooms of blood.

As Bai Heng drove, he constantly felt a chill at his throat.

That cold and restless aura pierced through his bones and limbs. Even with his long-tempered psychological defenses, he felt on the verge of collapsing.

He couldn’t help but secretly peek through the rearview mirror at Bo Yu and Gu Qichi in the back seat.

In stark contrast to the restless Bo Yu, the President’s Wife rested his chin on one hand. His gaze was cold and faint, cleanly sweeping out a fragmented glimmer of light and shadow.

It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

But who could have imagined that the one who provoked Bo Yu into such a state was the very same Gu Qichi, who seemed as cold, indifferent, and lofty as a god?

Bai Heng withdrew his gaze and swallowed silently.

If Bo Yu was a short sword gleaming with a chilling light, then Gu Qichi must be the silent scabbard enveloping that blade.

On the surface, he looked as calm as the wind and clouds, perhaps even a bit frail and weak. But as long as Gu Qichi was willing, he didn’t even need to make a move; he could lightly and effortlessly pull the reins controlling Bo Yu’s madness.
Making him unable to move a single inch.

Speeding all the way, they finally arrived at the underground parking lot of Bo Yu’s villa.

After quickly parking the car, Bai Heng unbuckled his seatbelt and hurriedly got out.

Bai Heng: “Madam, I will trouble you to take care of President Bo. I’ll be leaving first.”

Gu Qichi lifted his eyelids, his eyelashes casting a very faint shadow over his face, concealing most of his expression.

The young man nodded slightly, gesturing to Bai Heng that he could leave with peace of mind.

Gu Qichi: “Leave Bo Yu to me, go on.”

Only when Bai Heng’s figure completely disappeared did Gu Qichi retract his gaze and let it fall onto Bo Yu, who was enduring with all his might.

President Bo’s condition was not very good.

The grey sweatpants might have been showing a bit too much; that area was no longer dormant.
It was pitching a tent like a small hill.

Bo Yu’s voice was deep and filled with lust. His five fingers forcefully intertwined with Gu Qichi’s, and the color of his eyes was frighteningly dark.

Bo Yu: “Gu Qichi, it’s time to fulfill your promise.”

The great beauty remained noncommittal.

The car today wasn’t the Maybach Bo Yu usually drove, but a G-Wagon.

The cabin space was exceptionally vast, the chassis was stable, and the shock absorption was second to none.

Tonight wasn’t as sweltering as usual. The dull, hot summer was about to leave, and the chilly autumn was gathering its strength, ready to take its place.

Earlier, outside the mall, he could still feel a bit of the stuffy heat, so Gu Qichi casually took off his overshirt, leaving only a thin white T-shirt on.

However, it was a bit chilly in the underground garage. Threads of cold air seeped out, quietly slipping in. Coupled with the open car windows, the chill spread. Gu Qichi was sensitive to the cold, and goosebumps rose on his exposed arms.

Just as he was about to drape the shirt jacket back over himself, his hand was forcefully pulled away by someone.

The heaviness and stuffiness unique to summer swept over once again. The heat was like a prairie fire, instantly igniting the fire in his heart and spreading out.
Refusing to be extinguished for a long time.

---

When they finally headed inside, they took the elevator.

Gu Qichi felt lazy. He tugged at Bo Yu’s sleeve, his nasal voice heavy and his tone a bit muffled: “Bo Yu, I can’t walk. Carry me up.”

Bo Yu naturally had no objections; in fact, he was more than happy to oblige.

He scooped the great beauty up into a bridal carry, his arm supporting the back of his knees.

Smooth blue veins bulged on his long arms, his muscle lines tight and firm. He was perfectly steady, his steps taking no pauses, let alone the slightest bump.

Gu Qichi’s hand hung limply, too lazy to move.

The incandescent lights in the elevator were a bit piercing, blooming into dazzling halos overhead. Gu Qichi narrowed his eyes.

The young man’s gaze was dark and moist, his peach-blossom eyes curving upward at the corners. The skin around his eyes was delicate and fragile, and a flush slowly spread across the snow-white base.

Water vapor swirled in his eyes, spreading into a hazy white mist.

When he opened his eyes again, having barely adjusted to the glaring light, Gu Qichi shifted his head closer to the crook of Bo Yu’s neck. In his line of sight, he could only vaguely make out Bo Yu’s sharply contoured jawline and the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

The villa was quiet and deserted. Fortunately, the cleaning auntie had come in the afternoon, so it was clean and tidy.

Gu Qichi jumped down from Bo Yu’s arms, nestled himself into the soft sofa, half-closed his eyes, and lazily ordered Bo Yu around:

“Bo Yu, I’m thirsty. I want to drink water.”

His tone was indolent and sluggish, the trailing notes unconsciously hooking upward.

Watching Bo Yu’s figure in the kitchen fetching water and cutting fruit, Gu Qichi felt exceptionally relaxed.

The sofa was soft and comfortable. There was something shiny on it; Gu Qichi leaned in for a closer look and saw it was the light reflecting off A’ci’s cat fur.

Just as the great beauty was about to call out to A’ci, the cat had already heard the commotion. Her soft, chubby body jiggled as she consciously trotted over and lay down in front of Gu Qichi.

His hands were incredibly sore. Gu Qichi lowered his eyes and didn’t reach out to pet her, just quietly watching A’ci roll around on the sofa, a smile curling on his lips.

But A’ci was a little unhappy. She hadn’t seen Gu Qichi for a long time and naturally wanted to stick close to him and play, but Gu Qichi was ignoring her.

This made A’ci very sad.

The Silver Shaded cat pitifully raised her chin, exposing the soft flesh underneath, and scratched the sofa beneath her with her paws, meowing non-stop.

She changed postures several times, completely baring her soft, snow-white belly. Her tail slowly curled up, practically throwing a tantrum, demanding that Gu Qichi play with her.

Gu Qichi sighed, having no other choice. His fingertips were unbearably sore and weak, but he still tried his best to prop himself up and lightly teased the cat.

Receiving her owner’s pets, A’ci quickly became energized. Her ears twitched comfortably, and she pressed her pink paw pads against Gu Qichi’s body, shaking her head as she meowed.

“Meow~ Meow~ Meow~”

It was instantly cozy.

Her blue-glowing eyes were half-closed. Gu Qichi rubbed her belly again, and A’ci rolled happily, even trying to stick out her tongue to lick Gu Qichi.

But the young man pinched the back of her neck. Her cat eyes opened wide in shock, looking at Gu Qichi in confusion.

The great beauty pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, placed A’ci on the other side of the sofa, and then shifted his gaze to his own clothes.

“A’ci.” His tone suddenly became stern. “It’s too dirty, no licking.”

Seeing that A’ci was intimidated, Gu Qichi sighed. He took off his wrinkled white T-shirt, tossed it onto the back of the sofa, and softened his voice wearily: “Be good.”

When Bo Yu came over carrying the cherries, what he saw was the young man glowing almost pale white under the light.

The glass was mixed with lemon and honey. The perfect sweetness of the honey neutralized the sourness of the lemon, and with two ice cubes added, it was refreshing and delicious.

The cherries were flown in, massive and purple-red. They had been chilled in the fridge for a while and were cool to the taste. Gu Qichi took a bite, and the bright red fruit juice burst in his mouth. The fresh aroma unique to the fruit spread through his mouth, stimulating his taste buds.

He hadn’t gotten to drink the milk tea he wanted tonight, but fortunately, the cherries made up for it a bit. Gu Qichi took a few sips of the lemonade, letting the icy sensation slide down his throat, soothing the scalding heat that had flared up in the car.

After eating several cherries in a row and spitting out the pits, the gaze resting on him was too deep to ignore.

Gu Qichi turned his head and raised an eyebrow: “Why have you been standing there the whole time?”

The great beauty was very puzzled. Bo Yu had been standing there for ages without sitting down; was he trying to be a door god?

Bo Yu bent down, picked up the wrinkled white T-shirt from the sofa, and said seemingly casually: “Why did you take off your shirt? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

Gu Qichi: …

The great beauty’s motion of eating a cherry paused. The juice of the ripe red fruit moistened his lips, with a few traces seeping out from the corners of his mouth.

“It’s too dirty, it got a lot of stuff on it. And the cat wanted to lick me.”

His gaze stopped on Bo Yu. The cherry was chewed soft in his mouth, strands of sweetness seeping through, as he mumbled: “You wash today’s clothes yourself.”

“You’re not allowed to let the auntie help you.”

Bo Yu lowered his eyes, murmured his agreement, and then continued to ask:

“What about your pants? Why don’t you take them off too, and I’ll go wash them.”

There was nothing wrong with what he said, so Gu Qichi stood up straight.

The waistband of his flax-colored wide-leg pants was a bit loose, hanging slackly on his hipbones. His six-pack abs were clearly defined and beautifully shaped.

“Wait until I finish my shower, then take them to wash together.”

The great beauty thought for a moment, happily finalized his plan, and walked upstairs.

He originally wanted to go to the guest room, but was intercepted when passing Bo Yu’s bedroom.

The frighteningly wealthy President Bo opened his eyes and activated his lie-telling mode: “The guest room prepared for you is still under renovation. Because the materials chosen are all from abroad, it’s only half-finished. It’s probably not habitable right now.”

Gu Qichi: …

The great beauty had no choice but to turn the corner and duck back into Bo Yu’s room.

The sound of water splashed loudly in the bathroom. Bo Yu lay on the bed, lightly tapping his fingertips.

That G-Wagon was pretty nice. Once it’s washed clean, it can be used again next time.

---

In the faint morning light, before Gu Qichi was even fully awake, he was dragged out of the covers by Bo Yu.

Annoyed, he pulled the blanket over his head, only to have Bo Yu forcefully throw it back off.

“Bo Yu!”
Gu Qichi yelled at him.

Bo Yu answered, holding their two household registers in his hand, his tone extremely gentle:

“Let’s go get the certificate first. I’ll let you sleep when we get back.”