It felt absolutely incredible to finally have everything out in the open with Yan Ruojun.

At first, the man held his face to deliver a deep kiss. However, within just a few breaths, Lin Zhu flipped the script and took the initiative. At the same time, his hands slid down the front of the man’s shirt, undoing the buttons one by one…

The dress shirt was heavily drenched in sweat.

Lin Zhu’s palms were dry and burning hot as he wiped away the residual moisture clinging to Yan Ruojun’s body. He then brushed his hand over the man’s forehead, swept a damp strand of hair away from the side of his face.

Yan Ruojun’s necktie had not yet been removed, hanging loosely around his collar. The dark blue fabric served only to emphasize the striking fairness of his skin.

He struggled to push the intrusion of the tongue that wasn’t his own out of his mouth. Out of breath, he took the initiative to murmur a reminder, “Mph… haah… carry me to the bathroom…”

The two of them relocated.

Yan Ruojun willingly offered his necktie and both wrists to Lin Zhu. A moment later, he stared at the perfectly symmetrical bow tied around his wrists, remaining silent for a good while before suddenly asking:

“That’s it?”

He paused briefly.

Yan Ruojun added, “Is it because we usually play way too wild? I don’t feel a single shred of shame or degradation at all, Puppy Lin.”

The man’s tone sounded somewhat disappointed.

Lin Zhu: “…”

It… it really seems that way?

After carrying Yan Ruojun into the bathroom, he set him down directly on the surface of the vanity. However, the man’s legs were simply too long; even without extending them fully, his feet easily brushed the tiled floor.

Lin Zhu glanced down and let the man step directly onto the tops of his own feet.

“Bro, the floor is cold.”

Yan Ruojun followed his lead smoothly, stepping up onto his feet. True to form, he knew exactly how to take an inch and turn it into a mile; his toes slowly slinked up into Lin Zhu’s pant leg, rubbing against his skin in an intensely suggestive manner.

It felt like a prompt, yet it carried a heavy hint.

Lin Zhu gazed intently at the man’s face, but his mind suddenly flashed back to the string of panicked, erratic behaviors the man had displayed when Lin Zhu had first arrived home—a state that could only be described as chaotic and utterly disoriented…

That reaction was perfectly normal.

No one could maintain absolute composure after reading a novel that featured themselves as the protagonist, especially when the events slated to happen to them in the original text were so oppressive and highly dramatic.

Yet Yan Ruojun had managed to adjust his state of mind so rapidly, to the point where he could openly demand pleasure in a setting like this, and even bluntly complain that having his hands bound wasn’t stimulating enough.

This was the part that was truly abnormal, right?

…All of this didn’t seem to stem solely from the man’s own formidable psychological strength. A significant part of it was due to Lin Zhu’s presence, wasn’t it?

Alright, it was likely a massive part of it.

Lin Zhu thought he might be acting a bit vain, but this exact confidence had been nurtured by Yan Ruojun over days and months. At this thought, he couldn’t help but rub his nose with his knuckle, his mind spinning rapidly.

A moment later.

Lin Zhu untied the necktie wrapped around the man’s wrists, looping it loosely around his own fingers. He then stripped away the rest of the man’s clothing before tying the tie right back onto him.

Yan Ruojun looked down at the necktie, which had once again been fashioned into a symmetrical bow. He suddenly lifted a hand to press his forehead, completely speechless: “Puppy Lin, how am I supposed to wear this necktie out in public ever again?”

Yet the exact second Lin Zhu’s fingers brushed against the dark blue fabric, making a move to take it off, the man gripped his hand tightly to stop him.

“Forget it. It actually looks pretty cute.”

“…”

However, a short while later, it was this exact “cute” bow that caused Yan Ruojun endless discomfort from head to toe, yet he found himself entirely unable to break free from it.

Because Lin Zhu wouldn’t allow it.

Early on in their relationship, Lin Zhu had become well-aware of the man’s hyper-sensitive physical constitution. Back when he was hospitalized, the man even had to use an air-cushion ring to keep certain conditions under control.

Right here and now, the knot of the necktie served that exact purpose.

Lin Zhu knew every single one of Yan Ruojun’s triggers. His hands patrolled over the man’s body inch by inch, leaving sharp bite marks in their wake. The imprints of his sharp canine teeth felt like his own exclusive signature, heavily saturated with personal possession.

From the highest point at the gland on the back of his neck…

All the way down to the tiny red mole on the inner side of his left ankle.

Everything proceeded in an orderly, meticulous manner.

…

The night deepened.

The midnight snacks Lin Zhu had brought home had long since gone completely cold.

Nevertheless, Yan Ruojun ultimately turned the playful banter he had typed on WeChat into reality.

Except Lin Zhu’s release had come far too rapidly, causing a portion of it to splash onto the man’s eyebrows and lashes, hanging like tiny, milky droplets of water.

Lin Zhu hurriedly leaned down to wipe the man’s face, but Yan Ruojun abruptly caught his hand, using the tip of his tongue to thoroughly lick away every missed drop…

The man’s head was tilted slightly downward, yet his eyes were turned upward, staring unblinkingly at Lin Zhu. Out of nowhere, he rasped, “Puppy Lin, I want to eat you up too.”

Yan Ruojun was always like this.

His appetite was quite limited, and he didn’t usually display a strong preference for any particular food. Yet he constantly harbored a fierce, voracious appetite for Lin Zhu. This manifested specifically in the fact that, despite possessing a mild germaphobia, he could swallow those fluids without a single psychological barrier.

Every single time, Lin Zhu found it absolutely unbelievable.

…He inexplicably felt as though he were shortchanging the man.

Under their mutual coordination, the exact scenarios depicted in the original novel were re-enacted, yet they manifested with an entirely different flavor.

By the end of it, it was just past midnight.

Yan Ruojun had reached his release. Lin Zhu took the opportunity to rinse the drenched strip of fabric clean, hanging it out on the balcony.

Outside the window, the necktie swayed unceasingly in the breeze.

A wave of intense drowsiness washed over Lin Zhu. It felt as though all the fatigue accumulated from his previous bout of insomnia came rushing back at once, dragging him down onto the mattress and forcing his eyelids shut.

The moment the bedroom nightlight clicked off, Lin Zhu drifted into a deep sleep almost instantaneously.

What he didn’t know was that the moment he fell asleep, the man beside him suddenly opened his eyes. He slipped quietly out of bed and padded over to the study room…

When he returned, Yan Ruojun held a black signing pen in his hand.

He switched the nightlight back on, adjusting the brightness to its dimmest setting. He gently peeled back the duvet, exposing the sleeping youth’s upper body.

Lin Zhu usually habituated to wearing pajamas, but they had been stripped off by Yan Ruojun’s own hands right before they went to sleep.

With a soft click, the man popped the cap off the pen under the dim glow.

…

Lin Zhu slept exceptionally soundly that night.

In the morning, he opened his eyes to find that the man was no longer in bed. He instinctively reached out to touch the sheets and the pillow beside him.

The residual warmth was still there.

“Bro?”

Lin Zhu immediately sat up, calling out toward the half-open bedroom door. At the same time, the summer duvet slid down his torso, pooling around his waist.

As he lowered his head, he suddenly discovered that his chest all the way down to his abdominal muscles had been entirely covered in text. The handwriting was sharp and flowing, beautifully executed.

And at the very top, situated right over his left chest, the first line of text read:

《Divorce Agreement》

Beneath it, several clauses seemed to be drafted.

Lin Zhu twisted left and right to look, but from this angle, it was simply too difficult to make out what was written across his own body.

Left with no choice, he silently fished his phone out from beneath his pillow to snap a selfie, then went through the process of adjusting and cropping the image…

A brief moment later.

Lin Zhu finally saw exactly what Yan Ruojun had written across his skin.

Packed densely together, every single line was the exact same sentence.