Yoon Nam-hyuk considered himself a man with a plan. Whether it was a confession or a forced kiss, it couldn’t be too abrupt. Some things had to be laid out in advance.

He could see that Mr. Shoes was deeply in love with his “ex-boyfriend.” So many years had passed, and he still remembered the other’s appearance and preferences. Therefore, if he wanted to replace the other’s position, he had to make Mr. Shoes more familiar with himself.

If Qi Huai had known what was on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s mind, he would have raised an eyebrow and asked him, “Where did you get that ridiculous theory?”

Unfortunately, the eighteen-year-old young man was currently firmly convinced. To make Mr. Shoes get used to him, he had to start with physical contact.

Holding hands was perhaps the first step.

A certain high school campus.

The fact that the eccentric, irritable, but academically excellent young master of the Yoon family went to the rooftop every lunchtime had become public knowledge on campus.

Everyone was tactful and no one went up to disturb this young master. Yoon Nam-hyuk was also happy to be left alone and couldn’t be bothered to hang out with these people.

Today at noon, Yoon Nam-hyuk didn’t ask the nanny to cook. He specially ordered some Mexican food from a nearby restaurant: soft tacos, avocado salad, stewed beef… all to Qi Huai’s liking.

This was his plan.

First, eat, and tell Mr. Shoes that he had specially chosen dishes that he liked, to show his thoughtfulness.

After eating, he would pretend to be sleepy and want to take a nap. He had to lie down on the other’s lap before Mr. Shoes could react!

Then, he would hold the other’s hand and cover his own eyes, saying that the sun was too bright and asking Mr. Shoes to help him block it.

This way, not only could he successfully hold hands, but he could also feel the sensation of Mr. Shoes stroking his cheek.

Also, he heard that for some people who were sensitive to their palms, the feeling of eyelashes brushing against their palms was also a kind of seduction. He wondered if Mr. Shoes would like it.

The plan was originally perfect, but unfortunately, tacos were always delicious but difficult to control. The sauce flowed down Yoon Nam-hyuk’s fingers, and the granular filling also fell out with a “pitter-patter.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s forehead veins bulged as he ate. He felt that all the beauty and atmosphere had been destroyed, and he had the urge to escape immediately.

Qi Huai couldn’t help but laugh. He took out a tissue and helped him catch it. “Eat slowly.”

If I eat too slowly, I won’t have time to carry out my plan, Yoon Nam-hyuk thought. The next second, he was so angry that he stuffed the taco in his hand towards Qi Huai’s mouth. “I’m not eating anymore, I’m so angry.”

At this time, Mr. Shoes had only just grown a chin. Yoon Nam-hyuk was not sure where the other’s mouth was, so he fumbled with his hand.

The warm lips were full and soft. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s playful thoughts instantly retracted like a snail’s antennae. He stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Qi Huai smiled, took the taco, and put it in his own mouth. “If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. Go eat the salad.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was speechless. “…I’ve eaten that.”

Qi Huai smiled. “I don’t mind.”

The hand-holding plan failed. The meal ended in chaos. The one who was defeated was not Qi Huai, but Yoon Nam-hyuk himself.

Recently, Qi Huai noticed that Yoon Nam-hyuk always liked to “touch him.” To say “touch” was an overstatement for Yoon Nam-hyuk. The guy would blush for a long time just by doing something through his clothes.

If you want to touch, then touch. If you want to feel, then feel. Let him be. Anyway, he was his lover inside and out. Qi Huai wanted to see how far this little pervert could go.

Sure enough, he was very timid at first. The “stealing” and “touching” were not big moves. For example, he would rest his chin on Qi Huai’s shoulder while Qi Huai was helping him check his homework.

He would mumble, “I’m so tired; let me rest for a bit,” nonchalantly, and then his face and ears would start to smoke.

Qi Huai deliberately ignored him and pretended not to see. Yoon Nam-hyuk would then lower his nose and sniff Qi Huai’s clothes like a mouse stealing oil.

Hmm, did the laundromat change the laundry detergent?

Yoon Nam-hyuk thought to himself, it seems to smell better than the previous matcha-flavored laundry detergent.

Of course the laundromat had changed the laundry detergent. It was simply because the mission completion rate was getting higher and higher, so Qi Huai was also getting closer and closer to being a real human from a ghost state.

More parts of him could be seen, his body temperature had risen, and his original pheromone scent had also leaked out a little.

Liking Qi Huai’s scent was just Yoon Nam-hyuk’s instinct.

After dozens of sneak attacks, the little mouse’s courage finally grew. This night, little Nam-hyuk, seeing that Qi Huai was sound asleep, moved closer, wanting to sleep in the other’s arms.

He secretly thought, at worst, I’ll just get up early and quietly move back to my side before Mr. Shoes finds out…

Every time Yoon Nam-hyuk got a little closer, the temperature in the quilt would rise. He could no longer tell whose body the temperature was coming from. He just felt his heart beating like a drum.

Unfortunately, it was not a good night. Qi Huai had a dream.

He dreamed that President Yoon was being naughty and playful, tired but still wanting more. He kept pestering him even though he was exhausted.

In the past, when he had a se-x drive, he would endure it himself. Now, when he had a se-x drive, he would pester Qi Huai. He couldn’t just keep going until he fainted every time, right?

Therefore, Qi Huai woke up.

The nearly nineteen-year-old boy had the outline of an adult. He came closer with sparkling eyes, just like President Yoon.

Half-asleep, he smiled and pulled Yoon Nam-hyuk into his arms, kissing his forehead lightly. “Don’t be naughty, don’t be late again.”

He mumbled this sentence and fell asleep again. His sleep was as good as when he was 22.

The soft lips on his forehead were like a branding iron. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with sadness.

Sure enough,

He had failed before he even confessed.

Mr. Shoes couldn’t forget that person.

Even in his dreams…

The next morning, Yoon Nam-hyuk, who had been awake all night, opened his eyes and slowly got up like a wandering soul.

He saw Mr. Shoes, who had just taken a shower, reading a book by the French window. The other was wearing a pure white casual shirt. The sunlight streaming in was kissing his well-shaped chin and full, sexy lips…

Yoon Nam-hyuk rubbed his eyes and found that Mr. Shoes’ body seemed to have grown a little more. Except for above the tip of his nose, he could almost see everything.

He’s really a handsome man…

A while ago, when they were having lunch together, the other had only grown a chin. Today, he already had half a face. How much time did he have left?

If he hesitated any longer, maybe he wouldn’t have any chance at all, right?

Yoon Nam-hyuk sat on the bed in a daze. Qi Huai turned his head to look at him, a smile on his lips. “You’re awake? What are you staring at me for? Do you have something to say to me or… can you see my face?”

Qi Huai pointed to his cheek.

“Mm,” Yoon Nam-hyuk was obviously in low spirits. He looked away and gestured, “I can see up to here, below the nose.”

“What’s wrong?” Qi Huai sat on the edge of the bed and poked Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyelashes with his fingertip. “You look very sad, like you’re about to cry. Who bullied you?”

“No one.”

No one can bully me except you.

“Really?” Qi Huai tilted his head to look at him.

“No,” Yoon Nam-hyuk said sullenly.

“Okay, no,” Qi Huai smiled. “Didn’t we agree to go to the zoo? Get up quickly. How about we go buy your favorite beef rice balls for lunch? Or do you want a sandwich?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk stared at Qi Huai’s curved lips. He knew that he finally didn’t have to rely solely on tone to read the other’s emotions.

He had imagined countless times what Mr. Shoes would look like when he smiled. Now that he actually saw it, he wasn’t that happy.

Because last night, when the other had mistaken him for his “ex-boyfriend,” he had also been smiling…

A radiant smile.

Yoon Nam-hyuk pursed his lips and shrank back into the quilt, covering his head. “I don’t want to go anymore. I’m staying home this weekend to sleep.”

I don’t want to eat anything. If you want to eat, go eat by yourself. Take your “ex-boyfriend” with you! Humph!

Qi Huai: ?

What’s wrong now…

Qi Huai reached out to lift Yoon Nam-hyuk’s quilt. Yoon Nam-hyuk hid inside and pulled it tight, refusing to let go. The two of them had a tug-of-war with the quilt. Yoon Nam-hyuk in the quilt almost used up all his strength, making Qi Huai not know whether to laugh or cry.

“Looks like you’re mad at me?” Qi Huai smiled. “If you really don’t want to see me, I’ll go…”

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere!” Yoon Nam-hyuk suddenly threw off the quilt. His nostrils flared and his eyes were red. “You, you, you’re not allowed to go anywhere, just stay by my side! You’re not allowed to go anywhere!”

“Why are you crying…”

Before Qi Huai could finish his sentence, Yoon Nam-hyuk eagerly grabbed his collar and pushed his Mr. Shoes onto the bed, kissing him abruptly.

This kiss was a mess, like a long-lost puppy licking its owner.

Qi Huai was startled. Yoon Nam-hyuk interpreted his stiff body as a rejection. The little classmate was instantly heartbroken, but his two hands still held onto Qi Huai’s clothes tightly.

“I! I like you!”

The raw love was vented out without any regard for the consequences. For a boy under twenty, like was like. Even his eyes were blazing hot.

He held Qi Huai’s face like a little bear holding a honeycomb it had obtained with all its might. He greedily sucked a mouthful of honey from the other’s lips. “I really like you, I’ve liked you for a long time… My Mr. Shoes, Qi Huai.”

“I know you have an ex-boyfriend, but he already has a new life, so you don’t go looking for him, right?”

“I don’t want to be a substitute… but, I also know that no one can replace you, I…”

He spoke in a jumble, his voice beginning to carry a sob. His dark, moist eyes stared at Qi Huai’s still unrevealed upper half of his face. “I wish I could see your eyes. I still can’t read your emotions.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk lowered his eyes and gradually loosened his hands. But the next second, his Mr. Shoes reached out and held the back of his head, saying with a laugh, “Little fool, kissing isn’t like that.”

“Mmm—!”

“The premise of a kiss is to let the other person feel love; otherwise, it can only be considered se-xual harassment or coercion,” Qi Huai, who had just been harassed, said softly. “Don’t be so stiff with your tongue, silly.”

The adult Yoon Nam-hyuk often lost in the matter of kissing. His tongue would go numb after a short while, and his tongue tip would stick out like a puppy’s, so astringent.

If Qi Huai was bad enough, he would take the opportunity to let him eat something else, under the pretext of teaching President Yoon how to circle a mushroom to train the flexibility of his tongue.

Little classmate Yoon was so kissed that he was flushed and out of breath. He nodded to whatever Qi Huai said, wishing he could be held and kissed by Mr. Shoes forever.

“I’m an adult,” he said with a trembling voice.

After Yoon Nam-hyuk said that, he went to unbutton his own clothes. A 19-year-old’s body was extremely raw. He was sensitive and flexible, with a thin and soft texture all over, unlike the adult President Yoon, whose muscles were so beautiful they were almost overflowing with sweet and alluring juices.

Qi Huai’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he sighed. “…Sure enough, no matter what age you are, I have no resistance to you.”

For the 19-year-old Yoon Nam-hyuk, Qi Huai’s technique was simply a deadly “torture.” Every kiss that landed was like an electric current hitting him, leaving Yoon Nam-hyuk able to do nothing but bite his lip and gasp.

At the same time, the floodgates of memory burst open. Yoon Nam-hyuk stared at the other’s face and suddenly found that the transparent upper half of Mr. Shoes’ face was gradually revealing itself in front of him.

No…

The other was not just Mr. Shoes.

He was also his Qi Huai.

His lover.

His husband.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes were moist. He gently stroked Qi Huai’s handsome eyebrows and nose, and only after a long while did he say, “Qi Huai… I miss you so much.”

“Mm, I miss you too,” Qi Huai smiled.

Yoon Nam-hyuk: “I have a lot more memories, very good memories.”

“As long as you like them,” Qi Huai said.

“Mom didn’t die, right?” Yoon Nam-hyuk started to want to cry.

“Right, if you like it here, we’ll keep it.” Qi Huai hugged him. “As long as you like it.”

This world was a fragment of the original comic plot remaining in President Yoon’s mind. They finally decided to keep this data fragment.

The main brain said that the size here was limited, and only some characters deeply related to Yoon Nam-hyuk could be kept. As long as you don’t feel bored, you can travel back and forth between the two worlds and live a double life.

Yoon Nam-hyuk cried with joy. “Thank you.”

Qi Huai sighed. “How could it be boring? This is a blessing.”