The arc of the beanbag sofa sinking inward grew deeper and deeper.

Gu Qichi and Bo Yu kissed very forcefully. The tips of their tongues intertwined, and scalding saliva melted in their oral cavities, as if wanting to burn the blood in their bodies along with it.

Love was like slowly flowing magma, boiling into a hot current within their hearts, aiming directly at the chest, ready to spurt out.

It was broad daylight outside, but the light inside the room wasn’t very bright. Blackout curtains blocked half of the window. As drifting clouds passed by in the sky, the morning light slowly cut across the transparent glass window, flickering with colorful, dazzling prisms of light.

Gu Qichi had the tip of his tongue held by Bo Yu, sucked heavily and urgently. The protruding, lustrous white cervical bone on the back of his neck was pressed into a palm, repeatedly kneaded and twisted.

He didn’t know when he had straddled Bo Yu’s body. (Hello censor, there is no insinuation here, just sitting.)

The tattoo on Bo Yu’s body was a little below his abdominal muscles, slanting downward along the curve of his protruding hip bone. The flower stem pointed upward, and the blooming lisianthus flower head pointed downward.

On the slightly swollen, reddened skin, the black tattoo twined and stretched out. It was Gu Qichi’s name again, carrying a kind of erotic decadence.

Gu Qichi avoided that patch of skin in small movements, afraid that Bo Yu would hurt.

There was a piece of transparent cling film over the tattoo, isolating that patch of scalding skin.

Gu Qichi’s hair was damp with sweat. Bowing his shoulders, he placed his hands on Bo Yu’s chest, his breathing somewhat rapid.

“Bo Yu, does it hurt?”

Gu Qichi bent down, his eyes somewhat unfocused. His right hand was slowly and lightly placed over the tattoo, his pale fingertips carefully touching it.

He liked writing his name on his belongings. This habit seemed to have been there since he was young.
No matter how much time passed, it had never changed.

Gu Qichi had a rather paranoid possessiveness toward his own things.

Actually, not many people knew about this, not even Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian.
Firstly, because Gu Qichi was indifferent to most things, and doing these things was just done casually when he was in his room. Secondly, because he didn’t like others casually flipping through his personal items.

Things regarding his scripts, his books, his water cup—all these were personally kept by him.
When moving luggage, Luo Qianqian didn’t have to exert much effort either.

But he had never thought of branding his own mark on Bo Yu.

Because Bo Yu was a person, an independent person. He should only belong to himself, and shouldn’t belong to anyone else.

Bo Yu held the back of his neck. His facial features were cold and sharp, the lines of his brows and eyes very deep. In his narrow, long phoenix eyes, an inky color surged. The usually cold, harsh, and gloomy aura was dispersed by desire. He shackled Gu Qichi’s wrists.

Guiding his hand, he pressed it against that patch of scalding skin.

Gu Qichi’s fingertips visibly curled up, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

Bo Yu’s voice was hoarse, his vocal cords low and deep: “It hurts a little. Gu Qichi, does your heart ache for me?”

In merely a moment, the endlessly rolling dark emotions permeated the silent room. Gu Qichi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He slid down from Bo Yu’s body, half-kneeling on the floor, aligning himself with the tattoo bearing his name.

Bo Yu’s five fingers sank into his jet-black, smooth hair. His fingers exerted force, the emotions in the depths of his eyes dark and unclear.

In the next second, the curtains were inadvertently pulled and fluttered, casting mottled, fragmented shadows all over the floor. Gu Qichi closed his eyes, his lips trembling, and kissed that spot.

A flush of crimson spread at the corners of his eyes. His eyelashes were wet with tears, and he murmured softly: “Bo Yu, my heart aches. Actually, there was no need to go. It doesn’t matter whether my name is there or not…”

As soon as the words fell, his entire body was lifted from the floor by Bo Yu.

Dense kisses landed on his eyelids. Gu Qichi whimpered softly. Bo Yu carried him back to the bed, his tone unprecedentedly serious: “It is necessary, Gu Qichi. My heart aches for you.”

My heart aches that you always put up a strong front alone. My heart aches that you always fight a lone battle right where you are. My heart aches that you fell into darkness yet were isolated and helpless.

Gu Qichi’s eardrums throbbed, the sound of violent heartbeats bursting within his chest cavity. The moisture in the depths of his eyes misted over, the fine sweat on his palms dampening the bedsheets.

Amidst the dead silence, Bo Yu’s voice smashed clearly into the bottom of his heart.

“Didn’t I say it? I am your belonging.”
“Every patch of skin on my body, every bone, every drop of flowing blood.”
“All are named after you, uniquely belonging to you.”

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The light in the bedroom was half-bright, half-dark. The door had quietly closed shut at some unknown time.

The Silver Shaded cat wanted to come back to find Gu Qichi to act spoiled, but suddenly found that the door couldn’t be opened.

A-Ci scratched her claws anxiously outside the door. Her meows at the beginning were still considered gentle and sweet, but towards the end, with still no one opening the door, the Silver Shaded cat’s meows became increasingly rushed and irritable.

But Gu Qichi couldn’t hear anything at this moment.

During the time he went to film, the bedroom had been specially treated with reinforced noise insulation by Bo Yu. Even if ten Silver Shaded cats were shouting outside, it would be hard to hear inside the room.

Gu Qichi kept his eyes closed, feeling as if he had submerged into a scalding, humid sea.

The seawater was named Bo Yu.

The scent, movements, and temperature pertaining to Bo Yu spread up little by little, whistling and surging, splashing up layers of snow-white waves.

The Siren’s singing rolled endlessly beside his ears.

Gu Qichi was uncontrollably bewitched by him.

The Siren was powerful and demonic, looking down at the young man from a commanding height.

His pupils were unfocused and dazed, the clear amber color brimming with water.

The eternal, unmelting snow mountain was invaded by scalding magma. A pool of spring water was chiseled out of the inch-by-inch frozen land, only to be filled up by the Siren’s tides.

The Siren who commanded the ocean had a cold expression, his brows and eyes pitch-black and sharp. He looked down condescendingly at the snow mountain towering into the clouds. Between his movements, the sea waves rose and fell, slapping against the shore’s land layer by layer.

He was bound to conquer this piece of land.

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Gu Qichi’s waist was very slender. The muscles attached to it were thin yet tough, and Bo Yu could grip it completely with one hand.

Bo Yu had always mingled in Gu Qichi’s fan groups and fan super-topics. For the sake of watching Gu Qichi, he had even become a premium VIP member on Bilibili (C-site).

And on these social platforms, Gu Qichi’s fans were spread everywhere, possessing unique skills, with quite a few outstanding video editors among them.

Among them, the ones with the highest view counts were the edits of Gu Qichi’s waist.

There were times when his abdominal muscles were inadvertently exposed at the airport, and there were also times when actors needed to show off their figures due to character requirements during filming. There was even a stage performance from many years ago that Gu Qichi had once participated in.

It was probably two or three years ago. At that time, Gu Qichi hadn’t yet experienced large-scale cyberbullying, and wasn’t cold and indifferent like he was now. Back then, he was like a tender sprout exuding vibrant vitality, imbued with greenness.

Bo Yu didn’t understand the entertainment circle. It was only later that he was educated that it was a stage where Gu Qichi intended to test the waters as an idol.

His face was painted with brilliant stage makeup. The stage lights were resplendent and dazzling, the converging beams hitting Gu Qichi’s face, shining brightly.
It was as if he was born to exist for this stage.

Gu Qichi’s dancing was actually a bit terrible. His movements weren’t as skilled compared to other professional idols, and his limbs were even somewhat stiff.

But when he danced, the white shirt swayed out over his slender waist. Heat spread, and fine sweat dripped all the way from his forehead to his collarbone, then wound downward along his muscle textures.

His chest glowed white under the lights. At the request of the director’s group, the stage costumes weren’t that conservative, and even had a bewitching sexiness.

The sweat wound all the way down to Gu Qichi’s thin abdominal muscles, ultimately disappearing into the hem of his shirt.

That was the first time Gu Qichi got on the hot searches, and also his first small-scale breakout from his circle.

While being jokingly called a “beautiful piece of trash” by netizens, he also gained the titles of “One Waist Swings the Soul” and “The Number One Waist in Domestic Entertainment”.

At the time, the most popular comments regarding Gu Qichi were “Gu Qichi must be very suitable for DOI (doing it), that waist of his is absolute perfection,” and “With this waist of his, he must be super sexy during DOI.”
They received 60,000 and 52,000 likes respectively.
It could be described as universally acknowledged.

And on Bilibili, the video concerning Gu Qichi with the highest view count and like count was still that solo focus stage performance.

The title was exaggeratedly angry, yet no one had ever questioned it.
It was: “The God of Bewitchment Descends”.

What a pity, this video was recently taken down.

Its copyright was bought by a rich woman named YUCHI.

According to that uploader, the price this rich woman offered had reached seven figures…

The Silver Shaded cat outside the door seemed to realize that the bastard inside wouldn’t let her in to see Gu Qichi. She hatefully scratched the door a few times, turned, and left.
But she was still a bit angry.

A-Ci was so angry her cat whiskers curled up, her chubby round face sagging.

In the past, it was clearly only at night that I couldn’t get in. How come I can’t get in during the day now too?!!

She was going to go tear to shreds everything Bo Yu liked.

The lighting indoors was dim and yellow, casting indistinct shadows, outlining two overlapping figures.

Bo Yu lowered his gaze, landing on Gu Qichi’s sweat-drenched waist. His palm could clearly feel the arc of his lower abdomen violently rising and falling as he breathed.

He reached out and brushed aside his sweat-soaked bangs, revealing the young man’s thick, gorgeous, and decadent eyebrows and eyes. A flush of watery red spread at the corners of his eyes.

Gu Qichi’s entire body was stretched extremely taut, his toes curling, trembling uncontrollably.

Bo Yu leaned over, confining his wrists. His broad palm gradually moved up, buckling into the gaps between his fingers, their ten fingers interlocking.

Bo Yu’s palms were broad, blue veins bulging on the back of his hands. The lines of his arms were smooth and clean, making Gu Qichi’s taut wrists seem exceptionally frail, possessing an exquisite sense of fragility.

The damp, hot sweat in their palms wound along the fine, complex, interlocking lines, branded into their scalding blood.

Bo Yu thought, Gu Qichi was the most decadent poppy blooming on the thorny ground within his heart.

Gu Qichi was completely routed and defeated.

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Gu Qichi’s fever had only just broken two days ago.

He had dealt with cyberbullying for a day, gathered and listed evidence, and then diverted his attention to take care of his fans’ emotions, only to end up crying for over half an hour because of his fans’ companionship.

His emotions fluctuated violently, and the swings were huge. Even a man made of iron wouldn’t be able to bear it; Gu Qichi started running a fever again.

This time, it was a bit better than the previous two days. It was just a low-grade fever, and he was still awake, not muddled and unconscious for a whole day like last time.

When Bo Yu’s private doctor came to see Gu Qichi, he only said this was a minor illness and Gu Qichi needed good rest, telling Bo Yu to take meticulous care of him.

Bo Yu agreed to every point, not forgetting to tuck in the corners of Gu Qichi’s blanket.

While packing up his medical kit, the private doctor glanced at Bo Yu, then glanced at Gu Qichi lying in bed. After pausing for a long time, he finally opened his mouth carefully, asking the doubt at the bottom of his heart: “President Bo, has Mr. Gu suffered any mental trauma before?”

His words were unclear. Bo Yu stopped his movements, his two eyebrows twisting tightly together: “Why do you say that?”

The private doctor rubbed his fingers, somewhat hesitant: “In some aspects, Mr. Gu has the habitual movements and reactions of a patient suffering from mental trauma. But this is my first time meeting Mr. Gu, it’s just my guess. You shouldn’t take it as the absolute truth.”

Bo Yu’s brows twisted even tighter, feeling somewhat irritable: “He was switched with someone else before. His adoptive father didn’t treat him well and frequently domestically abused him. Even after being taken back by his biological parents, he wasn’t treated well either. Does it have anything to do with this?”

The window was half-open. The curtains billowed slightly, blown into a soft arc by the wind.

The private doctor made a consideration in his heart. After observing the already asleep Gu Qichi, he continued: “Perhaps it’s related to this. The family of origin has a huge impact on a person. President Bo, you can pay more attention to Mr. Gu’s mental health.”
“Besides that, he is under too much pressure. You can appropriately take him out to relax, or let him do some relaxing activities.”

Halfway through speaking, the private doctor suddenly stopped. He glanced awkwardly at Bo Yu before continuing: “Of course, the most important thing right now is to let Mr. Gu’s fever break. His health isn’t very good. President Bo, uh, you should show some restraint.”

Afraid Bo Yu wouldn’t understand, the private doctor first neatly packed up his own medical kit to ensure he could leave immediately. Then, he took a deep breath and met Bo Yu’s eyes: “With Mr. Gu’s current physical condition, he has no way of bearing your demands in that aspect too many times. If it’s too intense, it might cause huge harm to Mr. Gu’s body.”

The private doctor: “You can let Mr. Gu nourish his body more, taking it step by step.”

After saying this, without waiting for Bo Yu to answer, the private doctor rapidly threw out a “I won’t disturb you anymore, I’ll take my leave first,” and hurriedly turned and left.

Leaving Bo Yu alone in place, deep in thought.

Firstly, thinking about the mental trauma the doctor mentioned. Secondly, thinking about the sex life between him and Gu Qichi.

He pursed his lips in slight annoyance, his taut thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Actually, sometimes it wasn’t that he couldn’t control himself, it was just that Gu Qichi was truly too tormenting.

He was both delicate and clingy. At those times, his temper was even bigger than the Silver Shaded cat’s.

When Bo Yu was heavy-handed, he would cry until he shivered, like a dying swan, his pale neck arching back, fragile and thin. When Bo Yu was lighter, he would groan unbearably, bite Bo Yu’s shoulder, and pant softly, asking him to be heavier.

Bo Yu was about to be driven to madness by him.

Let alone the fact that sometimes Gu Qichi would even pester him to do it a few more times…

Bo Yu closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He had actually discovered that Gu Qichi had a very strange quirk—he had a bit of a pain fetish. In fact, back when they first met, he frequently saw Gu Qichi pinching a sharp piece of glass, repeatedly rubbing it in his hand.

The sharp edges would faintly slice across his skin. It didn’t bleed, but it broke the skin.

Yet Gu Qichi himself cared absolutely nothing about it.

Thinking back on it now, Bo Yu still felt somewhat fearful and alarmed.

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The phone rang abruptly in the silent night. The buzzing vibration attracted the attention of Bo Yu, who was in the kitchen.

He was downstairs cooking wontons for Gu Qichi. They had fresh shrimp filling mixed with fish roe, fresh, sweet, and delicious. They were wrapped by the housekeeping auntie and frozen in the fridge.
Very suitable for a sick person to eat.

The phone ringtone was persistent. Bo Yu stopped the movements of his hands, scooped up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call.

It was a call from the enforcer in charge of Gu Yuan’an: “President Bo, the matter has all been dealt with. It’s just that Gu Yuan’an keeps clamoring to see the Madam…”

Bo Yu lowered his eyelashes. His gaze was mocking, the spreading ink color surging, dark and obscure.

His facial features were shrouded in thin shadows, the contour lines sharp and cold, like a beast nonchalantly sharpening its fangs and claws. On the surface, he looked entirely peaceful, but the aura permeating around his body was bloodthirsty and cruel.

“What was Gu Yuan’an’s reaction upon seeing Gu Yuning?”

His fingertips tapped lightly on the kitchen counter. The buttons of his loungewear were only half-fastened, revealing his strong chest, muscles bulging as his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

The voice of the person on the other end was respectful: “When we first brought Gu Yuan’an to see Gu Yuning, Gu Yuan’an almost pounced forward and strangled Gu Yuning’s neck. After we finished playing the evidence you provided for him, we intentionally relaxed our control over Gu Yuan’an…”

Speaking up to here, the enforcer paused subtly: “Gu Yuan’an took the opportunity to grab Gu Yuning this time, almost beating Gu Yuning into a cripple. If we hadn’t stopped him later, Gu Yuning might really have been beaten to death by him.”

Hearing this result, Bo Yu was very satisfied.
The corners of his eyes and brows all revealed a cold, stern ruthlessness.

The small pot on the kitchen counter bubbled blub blub. The water surface boiled, and the fresh shrimp wontons were cooked, wisps of enticing aroma scattering into the air.

Bo Yu casually grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and tossed them in. Emerald green dotted the white jade and bright red, the colors bright and beautiful.

He laughed very lightly: “What a good show of dog biting dog—”

“Is Gu Yuning dead now?”

The enforcer: “Not yet, but he was severely injured by Gu Yuan’an. When the police came to arrest him, we handed him over.”

Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly, his tone somewhat ambiguous: “While he’s inside, find someone to watch him too. Don’t let him die. After all, it’s more interesting to play with someone who’s alive.”

The person on the other end didn’t dare to breathe heavily.

As for Gu Yuan’an, Bo Yu narrowed his eyes, not giving him any further thought.

Early the next morning, Gu Qichi hazily opened his eyes. Bo Yu was sitting at the head of the bed. After finishing feeding him, he suddenly spoke up:

“Baby, do you want to go see the Gu family?”