The night's shadows made Mo Yunchu's face appear profound, exceptionally handsome to the point of almost unreal perfection. Tang Ning, momentarily lost in astonishment, found his core again when he confirmed Mo Yunchu's presence.
A surge of confidence replaced any fear or unease, and he couldn't help but feel a slight warmth in his nose, as if a bullied child had found a refuge.
Mo Yunchu was here! Everything was fine now!
"Why did you take so long to come back?" Tang Ning unconsciously elongated his tone, a blend of reproach and coquetry. Over these days, Tang Ning might not have learned much else, but subconsciously, he keenly grasped Mo Yunchu's favorite demeanor—
The tenderness resembling a buttercup's attachment.
Mo Yunchu embraced Tang Ning, whose body had turned cold from the scare. With pity, he gently stroked the back of his neck, whispering, "I'm sorry, did I make Little Ning wait too long?"
Tang Ning closed his eyes, avoiding direct eye contact with Mo Yunchu, allowing himself to lie shamelessly, "Yes, it felt like forever. I missed you so much that I couldn't help but wait at the door."
"When it gets unbearable, I eat a piece of candy."
Tang Ning turned his head, pressing his cheek against Mo Yunchu's chest. His long lashes trembled slightly as he mustered the courage to look at the candy scattered at the doorstep.
On the colorful candy wrappers lay a tattered, old rag doll.
Tang Ning immediately closed his eyes, holding Mo Yunchu tightly, as if the embrace had spontaneously happened in the midst of sweet words.
A low, muffled chuckle came from above, "I was about to warn you, Little Ning, eating so much candy will give you cavities. Now, it seems I'm the one getting a toothache from the sweetness."
Mo Yunchu lowered his head, burying his high nose into the nape of Tang Ning's neck, gently caressing the silky skin. He softly said, "I missed you so much."
"Every minute I couldn't see you, I was thinking about you."
In contrast to Tang Ning's insincere words, every syllable from Mo Yunchu seemed genuinely pulled from the depths of his heart. The fiery emotions tinted Tang Ning's earlobes with a faint blush.
Tang Ning couldn't help but feel ashamed of his own hypocrisy.
"I wish I could shrink Little Ning to the size of my palm, carry you in my pocket." His embrace tightened with each confessed emotion, his strong hands holding onto Tang Ning's slender waist, as if wanting to merge their flesh and blood.
Tang's waist felt like it was about to break. Due to the pain, he slightly furrowed his brows but hesitated to push Mo Yunchu away. Instead, he bit his lower lip, enduring both the prolonged pain and the lingering affection from Mo Yunchu's embrace.
"After finishing this film, I plan to retire from the industry so I can be with Little Ning forever."
Mo Yunchu gently inquired, "What do you think? Is that okay with you?"
Retire? Retire from the industry?!
Tang Ning looked confused, realizing he might have gone too far with his sweet talk. Deceiving someone's feelings was already too much, interfering with someone's career was asking for trouble!
"That might not be a good idea." Tang Ning hurriedly responded, "I prefer seeing you on the big screen."
He genuinely liked Mo Yunchu's appearance on the big screen, breathing life and soul into a character, overshadowing all other actors, making Tang Ning see only Mo Yunchu, dazzled and enchanted.
The night was silent.
Mo Yunchu fell silent for a moment. "Is that so?"
Still in that low, gentle tone. Yet, in that moment, Tang Ning's heartbeat accelerated abnormally. Anxiously, he raised his head to see Mo Yunchu's expression.
Mo Yunchu lowered his gaze to meet him, lips slightly curving, freezing in a gentle smile. His deep phoenix eyes revealed emotions Tang Ning couldn't decipher. "If Little Ning likes me acting, then I'm willing to keep acting like this for the rest of my life, for you."
Tang Ning looked anxiously at Mo Yunchu. He wasn't sure what was causing panic deep within himself. Perhaps it was the idea of forever, a concept that felt overwhelming. But the way Mo Yunchu put it was a good outcome.
Tang Ning saw his reflection in Mo Yunchu's deep, dark pupils. He heard his own timid, clumsily flattering voice, "You're so good to me. Thank you."
A playful finger gently flicked Tang Ning's nose. "Silly, why thank me?"
A slightly slow smile appeared on the innocent and beautiful face.
"Oh, this doll looks familiar. Isn't it the one you asked me to leave on the bus before?" Mo Yunchu, bending down, picked up the rag doll at his feet, puzzled. "Where did you find it?"
Tang Ning quickly lied, "This isn't the same one. I liked the previous doll, so I made a new one myself. See, it looks quite decent, doesn't it?"
Bending over, Mo Yunchu picked up the worn-out rag doll. With articulate fingers, he pinched the doll's neck, locking eyes with its eye sockets for a moment. "I didn't expect you to have this skill."
Tang Ning cautiously suggested, "I still want to sew its legs. Will you accompany me in doing crafts?"
Mo Yunchu tilted his head towards Tang Ning, "Didn't Little Ning just say you wanted to thank me? Now, I want to claim that gratitude."
As his palm released the doll, it fell to the ground, rolling down the steps.
Seeing this, Tang Ning panicked. He didn't dare to pick up the doll with his bare hands. Before he could gather the courage to retrieve it, Tang Ning suddenly felt a lightness—
He was lifted horizontally by Mo Yunchu.
Tang Ning let out a small cry, attempting to free himself from Mo Yunchu's embrace, like a restless puppet cat struggling but unable to escape its owner's hug.
Mo Yunchu carried Tang Ning into the villa with brisk steps. The interior was still dark, and the sound of Mo Yunchu's footsteps echoed in the spacious environment—steady, powerful, and unquestionably dominant.
"Don't do this, don't do this," Tang Ning pleaded softly, "I haven't eaten yet."
"We can eat cake in bed," Mo Yunchu's tone was gentle, an intimate whisper between lovers, rendering that way of eating as something exclusive to them.
In an instant, Tang Ning recalled the last time Mo Yunchu smeared cream on his face. His voice quivered as he begged, "I suddenly don't feel hungry."
In the darkness, Mo Yunchu's deep, low laughter sounded. At this moment, he had reached the second floor, seemingly heading towards the bedroom. Tang Ning hastily called out, "Wait, I haven't taken a shower!"
"I'll help Little Ning wash." A low, sexy voice, cold and indifferent.
Bright lights illuminated the bathroom, and the glass door reflected the image of Tang Ning being cradled by Mo Yunchu. Perhaps due to the torment from the ghost baby during this time, every time Tang Ning saw his reflection on glass or mirrors, he felt an inexplicable panic. Even when he turned away from the bathroom, the lingering feeling of being watched persisted.
This time was no exception.
He once again felt the eerie sensation of being observed.
And this feeling was more intense than ever. When he faced his own reflection through the glass, an absurd sense that the mirrored self was also staring at him arose.
Tang Ning instinctively closed his eyes, burying his face in Mo Yunchu's embrace, trying to evade the pervasive sense of scrutiny and escape the blushing image of himself cuddled in Mo Yunchu's arms.
The sound of fabric friction emerged as Mo Yunchu repeatedly pecked kisses on Tang Ning. The embarrassment and fear stimulated Tang Ning's fragile nerves, tears welling up in his eyes. Clinging to his last hope, he looked up at Mo Yunchu, whose beautiful face exuded a captivating vulnerability. "Mo Yunchu, Mo Yunchu."
Before he could finish his plea, Mo Yunchu abruptly lifted him into the bathtub, then turned on the shower. Whether the water was cut off or malfunctioning, the showerhead only dripped a few drops of red liquid.
Red as blood.
The ominous red drops splattered on Tang Ning's snow-white knees, running down his slender legs and drying at the delicate ankles. Startled, Tang Ning arched his foot, trying to ignore the sticky sensation, holding his knees and anxiously looking at Mo Yunchu, who held the showerhead.
Mo Yunchu finally diverted his gaze from Tang Ning and focused on the showerhead. In that moment, his expression changed, from the priceless treasure to a repugnant piece of trash. His eyes and brows conveyed arrogance, disdain, and contempt.
He unscrewed the showerhead, took pliers from the cabinet, and pulled out a long strand of hair from the pipe.
The red liquid flowed onto the white tiles, initially dark red, emitting a pungent stench.
Tang Ning covered his nose.
The sound of water echoed in the bathroom. Concealed by the water noise, it seemed like something else was moving in the shadows.
Mo Yunchu, expressionless, held the water pipe, and his lips made a slight sound. At this moment, he revealed a hint of impatience, a side that couldn't be concealed, as if his infinite patience had gradually faded away with the inexhaustible sewage.
Compared to ghosts, Tang Ning was unexpectedly more afraid of this side of Mo Yunchu.
"Has Little Ning invited anyone to the house recently?" Mo Yunchu suddenly asked.
Invited someone?
In this scenario, he didn't know anyone, how could he invite someone?
Suddenly, Tang Ning's mind flashed with the image of the mound of earth beside Lu Yingxing and the words spoken by Lu Junchi—
"He's in the bathroom, and the shower is flowing red water. He's a guy with short hair, but the pipes at home are often clogged with black long hair."
Red water, black hair, everything matched up!
How could this be possible? Was it a coincidence?
"Some things, with the owner's permission, can enter the house and then perform various actions inside. Of course, I believe Little Ning wouldn't have such unclean friends."
Mo Yunchu's eyebrows furrowed. He knelt down on one knee, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and reverently cradled Tang Ning's foot, carefully wiping away the red marks.
The night's shadows made Mo Yunchu's face appear profound, exceptionally handsome to the point of almost unreal perfection. Tang Ning, momentarily lost in astonishment, found his core again when he confirmed Mo Yunchu's presence.
A surge of confidence replaced any fear or unease, and he couldn't help but feel a slight warmth in his nose, as if a bullied child had found a refuge.
Mo Yunchu was here! Everything was fine now!
"Why did you take so long to come back?" Tang Ning unconsciously elongated his tone, a blend of reproach and coquetry. Over these days, Tang Ning might not have learned much else, but subconsciously, he keenly grasped Mo Yunchu's favorite demeanor—
The tenderness resembling a buttercup's attachment.
Mo Yunchu embraced Tang Ning, whose body had turned cold from the scare. With pity, he gently stroked the back of his neck, whispering, "I'm sorry, did I make Little Ning wait too long?"
Tang Ning closed his eyes, avoiding direct eye contact with Mo Yunchu, allowing himself to lie shamelessly, "Yes, it felt like forever. I missed you so much that I couldn't help but wait at the door."
"When it gets unbearable, I eat a piece of candy."
Tang Ning turned his head, pressing his cheek against Mo Yunchu's chest. His long lashes trembled slightly as he mustered the courage to look at the candy scattered at the doorstep.
On the colorful candy wrappers lay a tattered, old rag doll.
Tang Ning immediately closed his eyes, holding Mo Yunchu tightly, as if the embrace had spontaneously happened in the midst of sweet words.
A low, muffled chuckle came from above, "I was about to warn you, Little Ning, eating so much candy will give you cavities. Now, it seems I'm the one getting a toothache from the sweetness."
Mo Yunchu lowered his head, burying his high nose into the nape of Tang Ning's neck, gently caressing the silky skin. He softly said, "I missed you so much."
"Every minute I couldn't see you, I was thinking about you."
In contrast to Tang Ning's insincere words, every syllable from Mo Yunchu seemed genuinely pulled from the depths of his heart. The fiery emotions tinted Tang Ning's earlobes with a faint blush.
Tang Ning couldn't help but feel ashamed of his own hypocrisy.
"I wish I could shrink Little Ning to the size of my palm, carry you in my pocket." His embrace tightened with each confessed emotion, his strong hands holding onto Tang Ning's slender waist, as if wanting to merge their flesh and blood.
Tang's waist felt like it was about to break. Due to the pain, he slightly furrowed his brows but hesitated to push Mo Yunchu away. Instead, he bit his lower lip, enduring both the prolonged pain and the lingering affection from Mo Yunchu's embrace.
"After finishing this film, I plan to retire from the industry so I can be with Little Ning forever."
Mo Yunchu gently inquired, "What do you think? Is that okay with you?"
Retire? Retire from the industry?!
Tang Ning looked confused, realizing he might have gone too far with his sweet talk. Deceiving someone's feelings was already too much, interfering with someone's career was asking for trouble!
"That might not be a good idea." Tang Ning hurriedly responded, "I prefer seeing you on the big screen."
He genuinely liked Mo Yunchu's appearance on the big screen, breathing life and soul into a character, overshadowing all other actors, making Tang Ning see only Mo Yunchu, dazzled and enchanted.
The night was silent.
Mo Yunchu fell silent for a moment. "Is that so?"
Still in that low, gentle tone. Yet, in that moment, Tang Ning's heartbeat accelerated abnormally. Anxiously, he raised his head to see Mo Yunchu's expression.
Mo Yunchu lowered his gaze to meet him, lips slightly curving, freezing in a gentle smile. His deep phoenix eyes revealed emotions Tang Ning couldn't decipher. "If Little Ning likes me acting, then I'm willing to keep acting like this for the rest of my life, for you."
Tang Ning looked anxiously at Mo Yunchu. He wasn't sure what was causing panic deep within himself. Perhaps it was the idea of forever, a concept that felt overwhelming. But the way Mo Yunchu put it was a good outcome.
Tang Ning saw his reflection in Mo Yunchu's deep, dark pupils. He heard his own timid, clumsily flattering voice, "You're so good to me. Thank you."
A playful finger gently flicked Tang Ning's nose. "Silly, why thank me?"
A slightly slow smile appeared on the innocent and beautiful face.
"Oh, this doll looks familiar. Isn't it the one you asked me to leave on the bus before?" Mo Yunchu, bending down, picked up the rag doll at his feet, puzzled. "Where did you find it?"
Tang Ning quickly lied, "This isn't the same one. I liked the previous doll, so I made a new one myself. See, it looks quite decent, doesn't it?"
Bending over, Mo Yunchu picked up the worn-out rag doll. With articulate fingers, he pinched the doll's neck, locking eyes with its eye sockets for a moment. "I didn't expect you to have this skill."
Tang Ning cautiously suggested, "I still want to sew its legs. Will you accompany me in doing crafts?"
Mo Yunchu tilted his head towards Tang Ning, "Didn't Little Ning just say you wanted to thank me? Now, I want to claim that gratitude."
As his palm released the doll, it fell to the ground, rolling down the steps.
Seeing this, Tang Ning panicked. He didn't dare to pick up the doll with his bare hands. Before he could gather the courage to retrieve it, Tang Ning suddenly felt a lightness—
He was lifted horizontally by Mo Yunchu.
Tang Ning let out a small cry, attempting to free himself from Mo Yunchu's embrace, like a restless puppet cat struggling but unable to escape its owner's hug.
Mo Yunchu carried Tang Ning into the villa with brisk steps. The interior was still dark, and the sound of Mo Yunchu's footsteps echoed in the spacious environment—steady, powerful, and unquestionably dominant.
"Don't do this, don't do this," Tang Ning pleaded softly, "I haven't eaten yet."
"We can eat cake in bed," Mo Yunchu's tone was gentle, an intimate whisper between lovers, rendering that way of eating as something exclusive to them.
In an instant, Tang Ning recalled the last time Mo Yunchu smeared cream on his face. His voice quivered as he begged, "I suddenly don't feel hungry."
In the darkness, Mo Yunchu's deep, low laughter sounded. At this moment, he had reached the second floor, seemingly heading towards the bedroom. Tang Ning hastily called out, "Wait, I haven't taken a shower!"
"I'll help Little Ning wash." A low, sexy voice, cold and indifferent.
Bright lights illuminated the bathroom, and the glass door reflected the image of Tang Ning being cradled by Mo Yunchu. Perhaps due to the torment from the ghost baby during this time, every time Tang Ning saw his reflection on glass or mirrors, he felt an inexplicable panic. Even when he turned away from the bathroom, the lingering feeling of being watched persisted.
This time was no exception.
He once again felt the eerie sensation of being observed.
And this feeling was more intense than ever. When he faced his own reflection through the glass, an absurd sense that the mirrored self was also staring at him arose.
Tang Ning instinctively closed his eyes, burying his face in Mo Yunchu's embrace, trying to evade the pervasive sense of scrutiny and escape the blushing image of himself cuddled in Mo Yunchu's arms.
The sound of fabric friction emerged as Mo Yunchu repeatedly pecked kisses on Tang Ning. The embarrassment and fear stimulated Tang Ning's fragile nerves, tears welling up in his eyes. Clinging to his last hope, he looked up at Mo Yunchu, whose beautiful face exuded a captivating vulnerability. "Mo Yunchu, Mo Yunchu."
Before he could finish his plea, Mo Yunchu abruptly lifted him into the bathtub, then turned on the shower. Whether the water was cut off or malfunctioning, the showerhead only dripped a few drops of red liquid.
Red as blood.
The ominous red drops splattered on Tang Ning's snow-white knees, running down his slender legs and drying at the delicate ankles. Startled, Tang Ning arched his foot, trying to ignore the sticky sensation, holding his knees and anxiously looking at Mo Yunchu, who held the showerhead.
Mo Yunchu finally diverted his gaze from Tang Ning and focused on the showerhead. In that moment, his expression changed, from the priceless treasure to a repugnant piece of trash. His eyes and brows conveyed arrogance, disdain, and contempt.
He unscrewed the showerhead, took pliers from the cabinet, and pulled out a long strand of hair from the pipe.
The red liquid flowed onto the white tiles, initially dark red, emitting a pungent stench.
Tang Ning covered his nose.
The sound of water echoed in the bathroom. Concealed by the water noise, it seemed like something else was moving in the shadows.
Mo Yunchu, expressionless, held the water pipe, and his lips made a slight sound. At this moment, he revealed a hint of impatience, a side that couldn't be concealed, as if his infinite patience had gradually faded away with the inexhaustible sewage.
Compared to ghosts, Tang Ning was unexpectedly more afraid of this side of Mo Yunchu.
"Has Little Ning invited anyone to the house recently?" Mo Yunchu suddenly asked.
Invited someone?
In this scenario, he didn't know anyone, how could he invite someone?
Suddenly, Tang Ning's mind flashed with the image of the mound of earth beside Lu Yingxing and the words spoken by Lu Junchi—
"He's in the bathroom, and the shower is flowing red water. He's a guy with short hair, but the pipes at home are often clogged with black long hair."
Red water, black hair, everything matched up!
How could this be possible? Was it a coincidence?
"Some things, with the owner's permission, can enter the house and then perform various actions inside. Of course, I believe Little Ning wouldn't have such unclean friends."
Mo Yunchu's eyebrows furrowed. He knelt down on one knee, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and reverently cradled Tang Ning's foot, carefully wiping away the red marks.
