Outside the room, the secretary stared dumbfounded at the young starlet before him—the boss had barely entered the room when this starlet rushed out of the elevator and came here.

The secretary was utterly bewildered: if the starlet who got a room card and wanted to climb into bed was here, then who was the one inside the room who Xiang Xiang had drugged…

The pretty starlet looked at the secretary at the door, his eyes darting around. He fiddled with the room card in his pocket and said innocently, “President Chu asked me to come here to find him.”

The secretary wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking gentle and mild-mannered. He took a deep breath and looked at the other party with calm helplessness.

Xiang Xiang hid completely behind him, clutching his clothes. He stared blankly at the ceiling without blinking, his thin body trembling slightly—he seemed very afraid of people.

The starlet took out the room card and was about to open the door when his movements suddenly stopped.

For some reason, he suddenly felt very cold. He raised his head and met the secretary’s unmoving eyes.

Those eyes were an inorganic, deep green, like calm, deep green water, with dark shadows rippling in the center. It was a beautiful color, but the starlet felt his scalp tingle. He seemed to see a real lake, and it was bottomless…

Green water is always very still and dark, its surface gentle and harmless… but people instinctively fear this kind of water…

The corridor was extremely quiet. The lights overhead were still blindingly bright, but the starlet unconsciously held his breath, took two steps back, and turned to flee the corridor.

The secretary finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the door with a complicated expression, then picked up the body bag and led the young man behind him away.

As he walked, he said helplessly, “Xiang Xiang, you can’t always be so afraid of NPCs if you’re going to live here.”

Xiang Xiang lowered his head and said dejectedly, “Oh.”

The secretary softened his voice: “It’s okay, take it slow.”

Xiang Xiang nodded, then asked cautiously, “…Is that NPC okay?”

The boss is so scary, being eaten by the boss is so pitiful…

Moreover, the secretary had taught him that NPCs are not food, and even the boss’s gastric juices cannot digest NPCs.

The secretary frowned and rubbed his temples, not answering.

…

Meanwhile, inside the room.

The tall, handsome man sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down. His cold nose gently sniffed the young man’s cheeks and neck, finally stopping at his slightly parted, soft lips.

The man retained his human appearance, wearing a strange smile, but one of his arms had already merged with the darkness. His sleeve was distorted, as if something was slowly surging inside…

A huge, deep blue tentacle slowly climbed onto Chi Liu’s fragile neck, with cold, sticky suckers wriggling against his fair, delicate skin, gradually wrapping around the young man’s neck…

An indescribable fear arose instinctively, crawling up his spine. Chi Liu groaned, and his reddened knuckles gripped the bedsheets tightly…

His nose filled with a cold, dizzying, exotic fragrance. His face rubbed against the bedsheets as he struggled weakly to rid himself of those strange tentacles, but to no avail. He wanted to see clearly who was before him, but his vision seemed taken away by something, and he only saw a blinding, wet, deep red… Were his eyes bleeding…

The tentacles continued upward, climbing onto the young man’s flushed cheeks. The dense, snow-white teeth of the sucker’s mouth were retracted inward, and the softened inner wall of the mouth pressed against the young man’s face as if it were alive, greedily sucking those… milky, white, liquids…

The young man’s body writhed restlessly. The handsome man’s face was flushed with a fascinated crimson—this little believer’s wine gave him a sense of distant nostalgia…

The blunt, soft tip of the tentacle finally probed into the young man’s warm mouth, searching every inch of the soft oral cavity for the wine…

“Ugh… ugh…”

Fear and desire devoured Chi Liu at the same time. He felt his jaw ache, his mouth uncontrollably drooling because it was being forced open. He felt like he must be crazy to want more…

…

But the tentacles reluctantly left after searching for the last drop of wine. Before leaving, every mouth on the tentacle couldn’t help but touch the young man’s soft, sweet tongue.

The man looked down at Chi Liu, who was frowning tightly and smiling strangely, savoring the wine he had just tasted.

He didn’t hate this little NPC believer who offered him fine wine using his body as a vessel, so he could fulfill his sincere wish to get close to him, for tonight only.

So the man lay back beside Chi Liu, his hands folded over his chest, and closed his eyes—his sleeping posture was as standard as a corpse, with no breathing and no chest movement.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but even though there wasn’t a single drop of wine left on the little believer, he still felt… he smelled so good…

…

Chi Liu closed his eyes and clutched the bedsheets uncomfortably. He was usually good-tempered, but was a little angry for the first time.

It was bad enough that he was living a good life, and was crushed to death by a chandelier. He didn’t have the revolving lantern of his life flashing before his eyes before he died, and he still had a strange erotic dream.

What was the guy in his dream doing, even if he had such a dream? He felt uncomfortable but continued to slack off, and it disappeared halfway through…

He couldn’t even have a good erotic dream before he died. Was there any justice left…

He bit his lip, softly turned over, and his nose bumped into the man’s arm. His soft body climbed up a little, and his face was pressed against the other’s cool neck. His trembling hands groped on the man, trying to unbutton his suit…

Chu Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and a red light flashed at the edge of his pupils. The warm breath at his neck made him… a little itchy…

He tilted his head to look at the little NPC believer moving toward him, and asked with rare curiosity, “What are you doing?”

Does the little NPC believer want to make a new wish?

Chi Liu’s voice was frighteningly hoarse, sticky and soft like melted sugar, but without politeness: “…Sleeping with you.”

After saying that, he used his other hand to pull on the man’s already unbuttoned collar and kissed his lips.

Chu Qi opened his eyes wide, his pupils gradually filling with the scarlet that surged from instinct, but his face still had a strange innocence and curiosity.

The cold, exotic fragrance rushed into his mouth, and Chi Liu finally sighed comfortably. His hand slid into the other’s open collar, and his soft palm pressed against the man’s equally cold chest muscles…

Chu Qi’s tongue moved mechanically, finally intertwining completely with the young man’s tongue. His mouth was filled with a sweet taste that was entirely different from wine and even more tempting. The scarlet spread to the whites of his eyes, ultimately filling the entire eye socket…

His gastric juices could not digest NPCs, but at this time, an uncontrollable, terrifying “appetite” began to slowly occupy his body.

This little believer smells so good…

Chi Liu was utterly immersed in that comfortable kiss. His hand was pressed against the man’s firm, perfect abdominal muscles, slowly moving downwards…

In the direction he couldn’t see, the darkness of the entire space was surging violently…

“Ugh…” Chi Liu suddenly let out a sharp whimper from his throat. Something surging lifted his thin clothes, and soon shattered into pieces…

Before being completely devoured, Chi Liu’s almost shattered consciousness heard the other party’s obsessive voice, which seemed to have substance: “So fragrant…”

His chest trembled weakly, but his throat could not decipher complete words…

The scarlet and the living darkness finally completely “ate” Chi Liu…