“F***.” Zhu Man smashed the non-physical holographic projection keyboard, fell on the seat, and curled up in a ball.

His PTSD was acting up again. He was anxious and sweat was oozing from his forehead. His hands began to tremble slightly, and small snowflake-like spots appeared in his vision.

In the next second, tens of thousands of disordered scenes appeared in his brain.

The child with light chestnut hair, the surrounding bodyguards in suits, the birthday cake that had been dropped on the floor, the inexplicable kiss on the lips, the electronic calendar at the head of the bed, and the date displayed on the calendar…

September 1, 2316.

Zhu Man woke up in shock. He didn’t have time to think about the meaning of this date. He typed 23160901 and hit enter—

The boot up was successful!

“Report, He Feng Hui is one minute away from reaching the villa.” The watch issued an urgent alert.

Noting the password, Zhu Man immediately turned it off and took the chip and the backup power supply back to his room to hide it.

He typed a few lines of code on his computer, and with a “pā tà”, the villa regained its own power supply.

But this wasn’t foolproof—

The microprocessor of He Feng Hui’s computer hasn’t dissipated heat yet.

Zhu Man gritted his teeth, took off all his clothes, and stuffed them into the closet. He grabbed the loose white nightgown, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the water, and jumped into the bathtub.

“Click—” He Feng Hui opened the door.

While praying that He Feng Hui wouldn’t go to the study, Zhu Man turned on the faucet in front of the bathtub and tried to attract He Feng Hui with the sound of water.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

“Zhu Man.” Outside the door, the AI’s voice was very cold.

Zhu Man deliberately didn’t answer, and in the next second, He Feng Hui directly opened the door through program control.

—It was exactly what he wanted.

Zhu Man turned his head in the ambiguous light of the bathroom, pretended to rub his bleary eyes, and smiled obediently, “Master, you’re back.”

The bubbling warm water surged on Zhu Man’s white and bare shoulders, rolling onto his obedient black hair, his beautiful light brown pupils, his beautiful dimples, and out of the bathtub, kissing He Feng Hui’s toes.

He Feng Hui looked at Zhu Man without saying anything.

Zhu Man’s fingers hidden underwater unconsciously curled up for a moment, thinking that He Feng Hui wouldn’t have already discovered that the computer had been turned on, right?

At this time, He Feng Hui, who had been still for a long time, pulled off the bath towel hanging on the shelf with some impatience. He pulled Zhu Man up from the bathtub, wrapped him in the wetness, picked him up bridal style, and walked back to the room.

Zhu Man’s whole body tensed up, and the acid reflux in his stomach began to rise again—His PTSD came again, and it would happen whenever he was touched by AI.

In his mind, disorganized fragmented scenes once again hit him like a bomb: The teenager with light chestnut hair, pure white sheets clenched tightly, men and women collapsed in a pool of blood, and the gun raised on his forehead…

But the contradiction was that He Feng Hui’s body temperature was very comfortable. The trembling Zhu Man subconsciously leaned into his arms again, as if he had received the warmth he couldn’t ask for before, and unconsciously called out softly, “He Feng Hui…”

He didn’t call “Master”, but subconsciously called his name.

In the next second, the warmth was lost, and He Feng Hui put him on the bed.

Zhu Man reached out to grab him but was easily clutched by the powerful AI.

He opened his eyes and saw He Feng Hui’s hand reaching towards his lips. He subconsciously opened his mouth to take it, but He Feng Hui’s knuckles just gently wiped the droplets off the edge of his mouth.

“You really want to do something with me so badly?” He Feng Hui’s voice was quite restrained.

Zhu Man was taken aback for a moment before he reacted, and asked aggrieved, “Doesn’t Master want to?”

He Feng Hui didn’t answer, only silently wiping the water droplets on his body.

Zhu Man was turned over, and He Feng Hui’s hand holding the bath towel was always extremely gentle when he passed the two black birthmarks on his butterfly bone.

When Zhu Man was ready to give his life for the organization today, He Feng Hui just pulled on the quilt to cover him up, turned his head, and left.

Zhu Man was startled for a moment. His anxiety was full at this moment as he grasped for his last vestige of sanity—He couldn’t let He Feng Hui go to the study. He couldn’t let him find the microprocessor that was still dissipating heat.

He got up and rushed up, hugging He Feng Hui from behind, “What’s Master afraid of? We’re not the only AIs and pets in the world who have hidden affairs with each other—”

He Feng Hui pushed him away at once.

Zhu Man fell on the bed. Although the bed was soft with space cotton, anxiety surged instantly, and Zhu Man felt so much pain.

“Cranial nerves^[1]This are a set of 12 nerves on the back of your brain. They send electrical signs between your brain, face, neck, and torso. They help you taste, smell, hear, and feel sensations. neurotransmitter disorder, high 5-hydroxytryptamine, high cortisol, and high adrenaline.” He Feng Hui expressionlessly rolled his eyeballs up and down, scanning Zhu Man. “Anxiety and depression complications. Didn’t you take your medication properly at home today?”

After that, he turned around again.

Zhu Man stretched out his hand to catch him, only to catch a piece of air, and in the illusion, some déjà vu of the past.

The room was empty, and Zhu Man’s heart was also empty.

PTSD made him cry.

He clearly knew that raiding He Feng Hui was a mission given by the organization, but…

No, he was the most calm and decisive Executor in the whole Alliance. He didn’t have second thoughts, he was just affected by PTSD. He must ask for some more potent medicine the next time he goes to find Tang Yuan.

“Click—”

The door was pushed open.

Zhu Man knew that even if He Feng Hui came in, he wouldn’t give him warmth. At most, he would just help him get the medicine—

Suddenly, Zhu Man’s face brushed against a small, soft, and sharp object.

He opened his tear-drenched eyes with difficulty.

A small hedgehog was sniffing the tip of his nose, and its little pink nose twitched in a silly manner and looked cute.

Zhu Man stared blankly at He Feng Hui standing in front of the bed.

“For you.” He Feng Hui’s voice was still as cold as ever.

“… Hedgehog?” Zhu Man asked blankly.

“En.” He Feng Hui paused, his eyes softened for a moment, “Like you.”

Zhu Man’s eyes widened unconsciously, and a few tears were dusted onto the little hedgehog’s back. The little hedgehog shook in dissatisfaction, and all the little thorns on its back flared up.

He Feng Hui bent over, held the little hedgehog with one hand, and stretched out the other.

A few white pills lay in the palm of his hand.

Zhu Man looked up at him for a moment and saw the control, oppression, and… concern in his eyes.

Not knowing whether he was carrying out a task or being controlled by depression, Zhu Man knelt on the bed, crawled forward two steps, and buried his face in the palm of He Feng Hui’s hand. He obediently stuck out his tongue, hooking those pills into his mouth.

He also licked He Feng Hui’s palm in passing.

At that moment, he felt He Feng Hui’s imperceptible trembling.