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“Baby didn’t think of me today.”
“So cute, I want to eat you up.”
“**”
“Why didn’t you wear the clothes I gave you?”
“Baby is so beautiful.”
“Seeing Baby drives me crazy, I love Baby so much.”
“…Baby…”
Another round of harassing texts, still from that pervert, along with countless express deliveries.
Untraceable, yet arriving every day.
He didn’t know who this person was, only that it was a sasaeng fan who had already sunk into obsession with him.
Every day brought gifts. Every day brought harassing texts.
Sometimes, he would even come home to find something different in his room.
Wen Xinglan stood inside a luxury suite at a business club, staring at his phone screen, while his other small hand clutched a packet of powder.
He was so terrified, cornered to the point of having no other choice but this method.
The youth hung his head, his figure thin and frail, his small face pale and beautiful, eyes watery as he sobbed where he stood.
Perverts are so scary…
【Host, don’t be afraid. Trust my method—knock out the villain and take photos to threaten him.】
The pervert was abhorrent, but he had no powerful backer to catch him. The round ball that shared his spiritual sense couldn’t catch the stalker either.
The system deliberated for days before deciding they should cling to a big thigh.
The white orb flew around beside him—it was his system.
【Xingxing, trust me. That boy Jiang Qian was taught by me—once he bites, he never lets go.】
Looking at the water glass on the table, Wen Xinglan held back his tears. His eyes were rimmed red, lashes wet, his beautiful face carrying faint traces of lingering sickness.
His health had been frail since childhood; one serious illness had left him a sickly invalid.
Pouring the powder into the glass and watching it dissolve, Wen Xinglan looked around the luxurious suite with a hint of envy in his gaze.
So rich.
If only he were rich too, his parents wouldn’t have to sell their car and house to raise money for him.
The boy was beautiful and delicate, so thin his collarbones stood out sharply, his face an unhealthy pale.
He just wanted to complete his missions properly. Once they were done, he would regain a healthy body.
After finishing his preparations, Wen Xinglan looked around, then simply hid under the bed, quietly waiting for the villain boss Lu Jin’an to return.
Time ticked by, and by late night Wen Xinglan was growing drowsy.
The floor under the bed wasn’t dirty—the suite was cleaned daily, with new carpet laid.
The carpet was so soft.
His head kept nodding, eyelids heavier and heavier, about to close at any moment.
Click—
The sound of the door echoed clearly in the quiet room, instantly chasing away his drowsiness.
From under the bed, he could clearly see the man’s polished leather shoes and his perfectly pressed black suit pants.
“We’ll discuss it in tomorrow’s meeting.”
The man’s voice was magnetic and rich, deeply attractive, like the sound of a cello.
Lu Jin’an was the deranged villain in the book.
Mad to the bone, terrifyingly powerful, born with a golden spoon in his mouth.
If not for loving the female lead to death—dying to save her in a car accident—even the male lead might not have been able to defeat him.
His methods were ruthless, enough to strike fear even through the pages of a book.
【Round Ball, if he finds out I secretly took photos, he’ll definitely kill me. I don’t think this method is right.】
【Nothing wrong with it. You couldn’t run away now even if you wanted to.】
Wen Xinglan watched the man sit on the sofa and lift the water glass.
Perfect, he drank it.
After waiting over an hour, Lu Jin’an finally lay down to sleep.
【But… why didn’t he pass out right away after drinking it?】
【Th-There might be a delay…】
Since when did drugs have a delay…
The room fell into darkness, the silence broken only by steady breathing from the bed.
Cautiously, Wen Xinglan crawled out from under the bed. Unsure if the man was asleep, he tiptoed to glance at the empty water glass.
All gone. That meant he must be out cold, right?
In the dark, Wen Xinglan extended a trembling finger, poking the man’s cheek by the weak glow of his phone.
The man’s face was striking—sharp, handsome features, high nose bridge. Asleep, he wasn’t as frightening as on screen.
Instead, in the faint light, there was even a trace of softness.
Wen Xinglan whispered his name.
“Lu Jin’an.”
No reaction.
He lightly pushed his shoulder, wanting to check if he was truly unconscious.
Still no movement.
The boy pressed his lips together, leaned closer to his ear, and called softly again.
“Lu Jin’an.”
No response.
【Go for it!!! That means he’s out!!! Strip him!!!】
Wen Xinglan switched on the bedside lamp, casting a warm yellow glow over them both.
Lifting the quilt slightly, he realized Lu Jin’an wasn’t wearing anything to sleep in, save for a single pair of briefs.
Sleek muscle lines, sculpted eight-pack abs, skin tanned yet much lighter than bronze.
What a manly figure.
【Wow, Xingxing, look!】
【Don’t ogle!】
Wen Xinglan took only one glance before quickly pulling the quilt back over him, face blazing.
His sickly, fragile face was now tinged pink, beautiful features pure yet enticing in the warm light.
Should he really strip him?
If he woke up and killed him to silence him, what then?
【Xingxing, don’t chicken out. Learn from others—some people boldly strip their husbands in public.】
【He… he’s not my husband…】
The round orb chirped noisily, cheering him on.
Gritting his teeth, Wen Xinglan yanked back the quilt.
He carefully climbed onto the bed, straddled him, and reached for his only piece of clothing under the dim light.
“What are you doing.”
The low voice cut sharply through the quiet, cold, dangerous, merciless.
His fingers froze instantly. Wen Xinglan raised his head, locking eyes with the man—eyes dark and predatory, like a wolf lurking in the night.
【Xingxing, run!!!】
Wen Xinglan scrambled off him, but before he could move, a hand gripped his waist and forced him down beneath.
The tall frame enveloped him in an instant, oppressive and inescapable.
Wen Xinglan trembled in fear.
His eyes reddened, misted gaze lifting to him, his soft voice fragile as a feather.
“I-I’m sorry, please don’t hit me.”
The dim light fell on the youth’s delicate face, eyes reddened like a frightened rabbit, lips full and moist, his whole body quivering in his arms.
In the book, the villain was terrifying beyond measure—provoke him, and he might even dig up your grave.
Sniffling, Wen Xinglan wanted to push the hand off his waist.
But he didn’t dare move.
Looking at this pitiful sight, Lu Jin’an narrowed his eyes, his lips parting.
“Wen. Xing. Lan.”
His name rolled off Lu Jin’an’s tongue, magnetic and bewitching.
Lu Jin’an’s gaze dropped to his lips, voice dark: “Here to crawl into my bed?”
The hand on his waist made escape impossible, like a wolf’s jaws clamped tight.
“It hurts…”
The soft whimper made Lu Jin’an’s eyes darken, though his grip loosened slightly.
Leaning closer, Lu Jin’an clearly saw how fair he was, skin delicate as porcelain, especially when crying.
Broken and pitiful, tugging at the heart.
A flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes—such a face was both beautiful and handsome, with deer-like, luminous eyes.
Tears shimmered in his eyes, lashes trembling in fear, his voice trembling softly.
“I’m not… please, don’t hit me.”
【Content Warning: Deranged, perverted gong; early stages show slight restraint, later will involve escape and eruption. If you cannot accept forced confinement love, avoid immediately.】
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