In the smoothly moving car, Chi Liu slept deeply, yet uncomfortably.

He had a slight pollen allergy and didn’t particularly like roses.

But Xu Chen’s rose fragrance stubbornly clung to him even now, making him very uneasy.

Suddenly, a cold, unusual fragrance permeated his nose, quickly and aggressively occupying his entire nasal cavity, completely driving out the rose scent.

Much better. Chi Liu’s brow slowly unfurled.

Just then, it felt as if someone gently picked him up, and something cold and soft like vines wrapped around his waist. The thing climbed along his spine, its suckers massaging every inch of bone on his back. Before long, it coiled around his neck, and another “vine” tightly encircled one of his ankles, climbing upwards through the gap between his trousers and calf…

They seemed to want to invade every inch of his skin…

Chi Liu’s brow furrowed slightly again. He was still fast asleep, his head limply falling into someone’s neck, his face gradually flushing crimson, even his breathing becoming somewhat rapid…

More “vines” wrapped around him.

One “vine” snaked in under his shirt hem, coiling around his waist and abdomen, its suckers repeatedly sucking and exploring the soft, white skin there, as if curiously investigating something…

For some reason, the inside of his abdomen suddenly became very hot, as if something was gently vibrating inside, struggling to take shape and grow…

He seemed to be trapped in a dream filled with “vines,” covering everything. They had caught him, coiling and climbing like snakes, turning into an unbreakable cage, imprisoning him completely. He couldn’t escape at all…

However, it seemed pretty comfortable. Maybe he didn’t need to escape?

Besides, that damned rose fragrance had finally been completely banished to the farthest reaches of the sky…

…

Secretary Wen drove the car with trepidation.

Before the privacy screen in the back was lowered, he saw in the rearview mirror that the boss had taken Mr. Chi onto his lap, and then…

Countless deep blue tentacles coiled around Mr. Chi’s body, nearly engulfing him entirely…

The deep blue tentacles on the young man’s delicate neck climbed up along the clear jawline, caressing the young man’s soft lips, and then, inch by inch, stroking the young man’s fair, exquisite face…

In the last instant before the privacy screen was lowered, Mr. Chi had been entirely swallowed by the tentacles; only that fair, slender arm was forced upwards, remaining in the bright moonlight, as if begging someone for help…

Half of his boss’s body had completely transformed into a monster, while the other half remained a handsome human form. The human half held the young man, engulfed by tentacles, on his lap, tilting his head and gently nuzzling the half of the young man’s beautiful profile that was exposed by the tentacles. He sighed contentedly, his face full of a kind of intoxication.

He whispered in the young man’s ear, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll help you wash away those nasty smells…”

The privacy screen was lowered entirely. Secretary Wen held the steering wheel with one hand and desperately covered Xiang Xiang’s mouth with the other, preventing him from opening his mouth to speak, his face full of worry.

He drove with one hand for a long time, finally thinking of a word that was more accurate than any other to describe the current boss: pervert.

Should he remind the boss that when he was chatting with Mr. Chi downstairs just now, Mr. Chi said that he hated perverts the most…

Also, he was now so shocked that he couldn’t figure out what a “believer” actually was. The word made him dizzy just thinking about it.

Secretary Wen sighed for the umpteenth time: Being a secretary is genuinely not a job for humans!

…

Before long, the car came to a smooth stop in the underground garage of the residential complex.

Secretary Wen stood in place, watching the back of the boss, who had returned to human form, and steadily carried the young man away, sighing softly.

Xiang Xiang tugged at his sleeve: “Will Little Chi be okay?”

Secretary Wen pushed up his glasses: “He will be.”

If he followed the cliché plot of the romance novels he had read during his time off, he, the secretary, should now say with relief, ‘Young Master hasn’t smiled like this in a long time.’

When indulging in his private hobbies, he never thought that one day he would be able to find parallels in his own extraordinarily special boss.

Xiang Xiang’s gaze still followed Chi Liu’s figure. He said in a low but firm voice, “Secretary Wen, I want to resign.”

Secretary Wen’s eyes widened: “!!!?”

What was the little kid he was working so hard to take care of saying?!

…

The next day, Chi Liu woke up refreshed in his bedroom.

Although he had a very strange dream full of vines, he now felt like he had had a full-body massage, and his whole body felt light.

And that annoying and stubborn rose fragrance had disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

At this time, the May sunlight streaming in through the bay window was dazzling, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

Chi Liu stretched contentedly, got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

The sound of water soon gurgled. Chi Liu took a comfortable, hot shower, thinking that he would have to thank Secretary Wen properly later. Not only had he lent him clothes a few days ago, but he had also accidentally fallen asleep in his car, and he had been considerate enough to take him home.

Soon after finishing his shower, Chi Liu stood in front of a mirror, buttoning his white shirt from the bottom up.

He paused after buttoning the first button, and as if possessed, his hand lightly stroked his flat stomach.

In the mirror, it was still covered with thin, beautiful muscles and clear abdominal lines. On the fair and delicate skin, fading and almost disappearing were ambiguous marks. Those faint marks stretched upwards and downwards, until they were hidden by clothing…

It didn’t seem like anything was wrong…

Chi Liu frowned slightly. He couldn’t describe how he felt now, nor could he explain why he wanted to touch there…

He stared at it for a long time, then neatly buttoned his shirt and left the bathroom.

While eating breakfast, Chi Liu turned on the TV as usual, where the morning news was playing:

“Yesterday, our city’s police successfully cracked a serial murder case of a heinous nature, and the criminal suspect has been arrested. It is reported that one of the victims was a well-known male actor. Another actor, Xu, may be involved and is currently in police custody.”

“This station’s exclusive information: In the smooth process of solving this case, a public-spirited citizen who bravely did what was right provided important clues. Relevant departments have stated that they are planning to award him a medal of honorary citizenship!”

The public-spirited citizen Chi Liu drank the last mouthful of milk and once again lamented the prevalence of perverts in the world.

Turning off the TV, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up his tablet, and began to look at the construction progress and details sent by the renovation workers.

He was very satisfied.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. It was just a pity that he had gone to the wine tasting yesterday, but because of that pervert, he had failed to connect with the supplier.

Chi Liu regretted it for less than ten seconds. A message from a stranger, attached with a document, was sent to his phone:

[Mr. Chi, hello! I am Ruan Zhi, the person you helped up at the wine tasting. Today, my family only learned through special channels that the person I bumped into was a perverted murderer! I’m really scared! Thank you so much for yesterday! I inquired about the information you registered with the organizer. You are preparing to open a bar, right? My family happens to be in the national wine supply business. If you are interested, we are willing to supply your bar with wine at about 20% off the market price.]

[Please don’t refuse out of embarrassment. I’ll secretly tell you that we still make a profit even at 20% off. If we can reach an agreement, it will be a win-win cooperation.]

Chi Liu opened the document and looked at it carefully, raising his eyebrows in surprise: Ms. Ruan’s family was almost the largest wine supplier in this city, and the price offered was indeed very tempting.

So he neatly edited a message and sent it back: [Happy to cooperate.]

With the supply issue resolved, Chi Liu was in an even better mood.

He decided to go and keep an eye on the renovation, and also post the job advertisements. This way, the bar could get on track as quickly as possible after the renovation was completed.

Chi Liu quickly changed his clothes and opened the door, smiling with satisfaction: Well, good, no perverts threw mimosa flowers and bones at his house today.

Pressing the elevator button, he glanced at the tightly closed metal door across the hall. He wondered what kind of person his neighbor was.

He could pay a visit another day.

After going downstairs and walking for about fifteen minutes, Chi Liu arrived at the Yuntong Building with the printed job postings, and then, he ran into a… strange male cleaner.

Chi Liu only staggered and dropped a few job postings, but the tall and strong black-skinned man fell directly to the ground.

He was about to help the other person up and apologize when he saw the other person sitting on the ground, forcibly pressing his head down, almost shoving the job posting into his face.

Chi Liu: “?”

A rough and heroic face suddenly emerged from behind the job posting, purple pupils filled with excitement and fanaticism that almost glowed red: “Can I earn 20,000 yuan a month as your bartender!!!”

The man had a low, listless, smoky voice, which was very incongruous when he spoke so excitedly.

Chi Liu was a little confused: “Ah… yes.” Experienced ones certainly could.

The man in the cleaner’s uniform sat there, pointing at himself forcefully: “Then take a look at me! My hands are super flexible!”

As he spoke, he patted the bucket of water for rinsing mops next to him, complaining about his hardships in a very self-centered way: “Life is not easy, boss.”

He pointed to a building across the street: “I owe Yingwang a full million to open a restaurant! A million!”

Chi Liu: “…”

The man scratched his purple curly hair in distress, sighing heavily for life: “If I don’t start paying back the money, Lao Wen will throw me into the night shift! I don’t want to go to that ghostly place for the night shift!”

…

Yingwang Building.

Chu Qi had already smelled the intoxicating scent of his little believer, but he didn’t stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as usual.

He sat behind his desk, his chin resting on his interlaced fingers, lost in thought.

Secretary Wen stood in front of him, dutifully fulfilling his duties as a secretary:

“The capture and analysis of the player’s brain has been completed. Combined with the information you obtained from Xu Pei, we have confirmed the location of the player’s center.”

As he spoke, he pushed a photo of a small Western-style house to Chu Qi.

“But unfortunately, when the police and our people arrived, they had already completed the transfer.”

Chu Qi absentmindedly “hmm”ed.

Secretary Wen pushed Xu Pei’s photo over again: “After this incident, we cannot rule out the possibility that NPCs are helping the players.”

Only then did Chu Qi arrogantly glance at the photo, his expression inexplicably cold and terrifying: “He wanted to guide that rat to kill my little believer.”

Secretary Wen was almost bleeding from the nose from the sudden pressure, but he continued: “You have already punished him. The laws of this society will also sanction him.”

The mental pollution that the boss had unleashed this time was not just about having nightmares.

Chu Qi snorted coldly, and that absent-minded expression once again spread across his face.

Secretary Wen was so curious that he couldn’t bear it any longer, and finally asked cautiously: “Do you… have any worries? What are you thinking about?”

Chu Qi raised his eyes to look at him, his handsome face unusually showing a kind of slow-witted confusion, almost like a human NPC in adolescence: “I’m wondering what exactly is in my little believer’s stomach.”

Last night, when he sent his little believer home, when the other party was lying asleep in bed, he couldn’t help but squat down and gently press his ear to his warm, soft abdomen…

He heard it all too clearly; something was there…

But what was it?

He couldn’t feel any malice towards it at all.

Secretary Wen: “…”

He was just about to tactfully remind the boss that Mr. Chi hated perverts when his phone rang.

Thinking it was a business partner, he didn’t avoid the boss and answered it directly.

The next second, Chi Liu’s voice rang in his ear: “Secretary Wen, are you busy?”

Secretary Wen forced himself to say: “No, what is it?”

Chi Liu: “It’s like this, I wanted to ask you the price of those clothes. I’m sorry, it’s not convenient for me to return the clothes to you, can I pay you the cash value?”

Secretary Wen looked at the boss staring straight at him behind the desk, and almost dropped the phone in his hand. His throat moved: “Uh… sure…”

Chi Liu continued: “Also, you’ve helped me so much, I’d like to treat you to a meal. What time is convenient for you?”

Secretary Wen: “.”

The office was getting colder and colder. Secretary Wen finally couldn’t take it anymore and obediently handed over his phone.

…

On the bar’s terrace, Chi Liu leaned casually against the railing, watching the purple-haired man who was already busy helping the renovation workers while making a phone call.

For some reason, there was suddenly no sound there.

Chi Liu blinked: “Secretary Wen?”

After a moment of silence, a light, snow-like breath came from his ear…

——————–

President Chu, who can massage and help with bathing, continues to wonder: What exactly is there?