Wen Lin’s thoughts were easy to understand; he wanted to kiss him again. Ming Che silently curled his lips and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, as he expected, a warm sensation covered his lips.

Although the other party was more skilled than the first time, he was still at a beginner’s level. Ming Che slightly parted his lips, and Wen Lin, who finally found a bit of a knack, discovered a new world and tried to take more.

“That’s enough.”

Ming Che pushed him away.

Suddenly interrupted, Wen Lin’s eyes were incredibly soft and moist, and his lips were slightly parted.

Ming Che wiped the moisture from the corner of his lips and gave him a complaining look.

“I almost couldn’t breathe.”

Yes, Ming Che thought that if it had been a few seconds later, Wen Lin, who hadn’t yet figured out the trick to breathing, would definitely have run out of air.

Ming Che took the pillow from the bedside and placed it on his lap, suddenly starting to talk about serious matters.

“What did you say to Lu Hai?”

“I didn’t say anything, just kindly offered a place to stay. Don’t think of me as so bad. Do you think I would threaten him to betray you?”

Although Lu Hai didn’t know he would be staying there too.

Ming Che’s silence fell into Wen Lin’s eyes as an admission, which suddenly turned his mood downward.

“We’ve already kissed, what are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll do something more excessive?”

“What is more excessive?”

Because of Wen Lin’s vague attitude, Ming Che almost forgot his current situation, being trapped in this person’s territory by his means.

Wen Lin snorted coldly.

“You wouldn’t want to know.”

What a pity, if his hand hadn’t recovered yet, he would have liked to try.

“Anyway, just stay here obediently. I won’t do anything excessive to you until you recover.”

Ming Che nodded.

“Then I’m sleepy, I want to sleep.”

“Go ahead.”

Wen Lin watched him lie down on the bed, tucked him in, and then left.

…

[Host.]

In the darkness, a faint voice sounded.

[Is it okay for you to do this?]

[977, I didn’t do anything, you saw it, Wen Lin forced me.]

977 was indeed a naive sweetheart.

[Host, you’ve worked hard.]

…

As Wen Lin said, he didn’t do anything excessive afterward.

“Ming ge, can I ask, what’s your relationship with that person?”

The assistant stammered.

“I noticed he always stays in your room for a long time.”

“Helping me bathe.”

“Just that?”

“Otherwise, what do you think we’re doing in the room?” Ming Che retorted.

“Of course nothing, Ming ge, you need to go to the hospital for a follow-up today.”

The days spent here passed faster than expected. After breakfast, the assistant took Ming Che to the hospital.

The results showed he was recovering well, and in about a month, he should be fine. Ming Che could finally return to normal life.

Since they moved here, the flowers and plants in the courtyard were taken care of by the assistant, but he only watered them occasionally, so some died.

In the evening, Wen Lin didn’t come back, and the assistant received a message from him saying not to wait for him for dinner, so he looked at Ming Che with a questioning gaze.

“Then let’s not wait, we’ll eat first.”

—

“Happy birthday, Auntie.”

Song Leran raised his glass and said some pleasing words.

The woman responded with a smile and turned her gaze to Wen Lin beside him.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Ah Lin. Can you stay at home tonight?” The woman looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Ah Lin gege, stay, Auntie misses you. It’s Auntie’s birthday today, you don’t want to disappoint her, right?”

“Forget it, it’s up to Ah Lin’s own thoughts, let’s eat.”

“Let Auntie tidy up the room.”

“Ah Lin gege, you agreed? Your room is always cleaned because Auntie is afraid you’ll come back anytime.”

“Alright, let’s eat, you must all be hungry.”

There was a bottle of red wine on the table, and everyone drank a little to celebrate. The alcohol content wasn’t high, so it wouldn’t get anyone drunk.

“Why do I feel a bit hot? I’ll go change clothes.”

Song Leran got up, and after a few steps, he stumbled and fell onto Wen Lin.

The woman exclaimed, “Oh dear, is this child drunk? I remember Leran said he can’t handle alcohol well. Ah Lin, why don’t you take him to his room?”

Wen Lin looked at the person on him, supported his arm, and helped him to a room on the first floor. Once at the bed, he tossed him onto it and left without looking back.

The door closed, and Song Leran opened his eyes, sitting up with a not-so-good expression. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Did you find out what I asked you to investigate?”

The person on the other end sounded leisurely, as if prepared, “Hold on, I’ll send the information to your email.”

Song Leran hung up, looked at the received information, and frowned deeply.

“I didn’t consider you a rival, but it seems you’re quite capable, gaining sympathy by being injured, trying to steal someone from me, how naive.”

His phone received a few bombarding messages, and Song Leran replied irritably.

[Got it, I’ll win over Wen Lin.]

…

Wen Lin stayed the night, and the next day the assistant came to pick him up on time.

“Before going to the company, let’s go somewhere else.”

Wen Lin got in the car and instructed the assistant.

“Yes, Young Master.”

The assistant understood Wen Lin’s intention and drove to another place.

It was still early, and Wen Lin opened the door to the downstairs entrance. It seemed no one was up yet. He walked to a room on the first floor, quietly opened the door, and went in.

The curtains were drawn, letting in only a few strands of daylight. Wen Lin walked to the bed and saw the person sleeping.

The sleeping face was beautiful, and Wen Lin couldn’t resist reaching out, touching a soft patch.

“Mm…”

The person on the bed seemed to feel something and made a muffled sound.

Wen Lin leaned closer to hear what he was saying, but the next moment, he unexpectedly met a pair of eyes, misty and confused.

“Still dreaming, huh.”

He muttered, suddenly raising his hand to touch his face, then that hand weakly slid down.

Ming Che had already closed his eyes to continue sleeping, but Wen Lin was stunned by what he said in his unclear state.

“Do you dream of me?”

He took a deep breath, burying his face in the pillow.

This was too unfair.

When Ming Che woke up, he was still sleepy. He remembered dreaming of Wen Lin, but it seemed like it wasn’t a dream.

[977, did Wen Lin come in the morning?]

[He did, and he watched you for a long time before leaving. Host, I think the main character gong might be a bit off.]

Hasn’t he been off for a while, ignoring the main character shou and staying here every day?

Ming Che thought that his task was completed, he played the bad guy, and he wasn’t responsible for how things developed afterward.

Around lunchtime, an unexpected guest arrived at the house.

“Hello, we meet again.”

Song Leran stood in front of Ming Che, smiling at him, but the smile carried obvious hostility.

“Can we talk?”

“You guys chat, I’ll go back to my room.”

The assistant received Ming Che’s signal and tactfully avoided them.

Only the two of them were left in the living room, and Song Leran couldn’t be bothered to pretend anymore.

“I know what you want from being around Wen Lin. I advise you to give up early, or don’t blame me for being rude.”

Ming Che almost laughed, “Are you threatening me?”

“What do you think?”

As they spoke, the door suddenly opened, and Ming Che looked over, the curve of his lips suddenly widening.

The world plot introduced by 977 included the love story of the two main characters, detailing how Wen Lin, this block of ice, was gradually melted by Song Leran, having only him in his heart and eyes from then on.

Because of Song Leran, Wen Lin not only gained love but also resolved family estrangements. It could be said that his life truly turned around after meeting Song Leran.

They are the main characters of the world, meant to be together.

“Why are you here?”

Song Leran’s face flashed with panic, and he hurriedly explained.

“Ah Lin gege, I…”

Ming Che was watching with interest when his vision suddenly went dark. He was picked up and carried away.

—Bang

The door was slammed shut, and Ming Che was placed on the bed.

“Wen Lin, aren’t you going to deal with the person outside?”

“I will, I’ll make him leave soon.”

“Don’t you like him?”

Wen Lin paused.

“I like him?”

“Don’t you feel something special when you see him, like a mysterious pull?”

Wen Lin looked at him with a strange expression.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Wait, I’ll send him away.”

[977, did you hear that?]

[The world plot has a bug, right?]

If that’s the case, doesn’t that make him the bug?

[Host, I’ll go check outside.] 977 transformed into a ball and floated out.

In the living room, Wen Lin approached Song Leran.

“Leave immediately, and if I find out you’re still prying into my affairs, I’ll make sure you can’t stay here.”

977 saw Wen Lin’s gaze and shivered.

How could the main character gong look at the main character shou like that? Normally, when he looked at the host, it was like that.

977 pondered with its system thinking for a long time and finally realized something.

The main character gong really likes his host.

977 screamed and floated back.

[What’s wrong?]

Ming Che caught 977, soothingly patting him.

[Why is it like this? Clearly, you followed the script, first approaching him, gaining his trust, then revealing your true colors to leave a shadow on the main character gong, waiting to be healed by the main character shou.]

[Yeah, where did it go wrong?]

He also wanted to know why Wen Lin liked him.

“I’ve already sent him away, come out and eat.”

Ming Che had just stood up from the bed when Wen Lin rushed to him, speaking anxiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, my foot is recovering well, walking slowly is fine.”

Ming Che took a step, he hadn’t stood beside Wen Lin like this for a long time, it felt a bit unfamiliar.

“Why did you come back at noon today?”

Normally, Wen Lin should still be at the company at this time.

“Can’t I come back?”

Ming Che walked past him, saying lightly.

“There must be a reason.”

Wen Lin was silent. He couldn’t tell Ming Che that he was still bothered by what he said in the morning.

“No reason.”

The assistant, upon seeing Wen Lin, almost thought he was seeing things, nearly retreating back into the room to come out again. He desperately sought help from Ming Che, only to be completely ignored.

“Ming ge, I just received a notice that in about a month, you need to attend the Flowing Pearl crew’s press conference.”

“Okay, by then my hand should be healed.”

Due to his injury, Ming Che hadn’t been in touch with work for a long time. Normally, after filming a drama, he would rest, but there would still be various activities during the break. Such a complete hiatus was rare.

After eating, Wen Lin left, seemingly having come back on a whim.

“Ming ge, do you think he’ll throw resources at you later? I see a lot of dramas depict it like that. Will you agree then?”

“Throw resources at me? Even if he agrees, I won’t.”

Besides, saying it like that makes it sound like Wen Lin is keeping him.

Wait, keeping?

Could Wen Lin really have that intention?