The unattainable beauty was driven to depravity and madness by a wicked seed.

After taking two steps, he realized that the shoe in his hand was too weak as a weapon. He didn't know how many people were inside, whether they were men or women, or whether they were carrying knives.

How come he didn't realize something was wrong when he opened the door? It wasn't locked at all!

Chen Jingmo slowly backed away, wanting to lock the door, trap the thief inside, and then call the police. But then he thought of the gifts Shi Qianqiu had given him in the drawer. What if the thief took them all and jumped out the window to escape? How would he find them?

Chen Jingmo gritted his teeth, went to the kitchen to get a knife, and slowly approached the bedroom.

But those weren't thieves; they were clearly Shi Qianqiu.

The second drawer was open, and all the photos were visible. For a moment, Chen Jingmo stood there in astonishment, as if the blood in his body had frozen.

To him, the second drawer was like a deep chasm, one that he dared not open and could not cross.

Because it hides too much sadness.

It's to the point that I cry every time I see it.

He knew he was useless and that he would regret it, so he never dared to throw away those photos. But today, Shi Qianqiu just barged into his house.

Chen Jingmo wanted to play dumb and asked him with a smile what he was doing.

But he couldn't laugh; his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the knife.

When Shi Qianqiu heard Chen Jingmo's voice, he started putting the photos back, but there were too many. He saw Chen Jingmo take out a knife, closed the drawer, and walked towards him, but Chen Jingmo took a step back, forcing a smile, "About the photos, I... I can explain—"

No explanation needed.

Shi Qianqiu slowly approached Chen Jingmo, took the knife from his hand and placed it on the shelf beside him. She pulled him into her arms, burying her face in his shoulder, almost instantly soaking his clothes. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "My darling, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Chen Jingmo hugged Shi Qianqiu back.

He said, "My feelings for you are my own business. My sadness and happiness are my own emotions. You don't need to blame yourself or apologize to me. These photos... don't be angry, okay? I just miss you so much."

In addition, the things Chen Yunting and his group did were so disgusting that Shi Qianqiu's existence seemed like a salvation. Chen Jingmo wanted to desperately hold on to her, so he used underhanded methods to get Shi Qianqiu to sleep with him at night, to hug him, and to coax him, thinking that he could gradually get Shi Qianqiu used to it and that when he finally told her his secret, her reaction wouldn't be too painful for him.

But who knew that Chen Yunting would send Shi Qianqiu abroad to manage his company?

He's acting like an idiot. He hasn't even managed the domestic business properly, yet he tries to open a company abroad, sending Shi Qianqiu over because he can't speak the language.

Chen Jingmo always calls Chen Yunting an idiot, sometimes he also calls himself an idiot, and when he's even more annoyed he'll curse anyone.

Just now… thankfully, Shi Qianqiu didn't show any look or expression that made him panic. Thankfully, she came over and hugged him, otherwise he would have opened the window and jumped out. He couldn't let all the love he had finally gained be destroyed because of this. "Shi Qianqiu, what are you thinking right now? Do you think I'm a pervert? I really just missed you so much. I didn't do anything bad with your clothes."

I bite him a couple of times when I hate him too much.

However, because he hated the place so much, the teeth marks on it became more and more numerous, and some of them turned into holes.

But feeling that any words he uttered would be mere excuses, Chen Jingmo said in a low voice, resigned, "Believe it or not."

"letter."

"Oh." Chen Jingmo was being hugged too tightly, and he tugged at Shi Qianqiu's clothes from behind. "I didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

"I've been so awful to you."

"Then you'd better be nicer to me from now on." Chen Jingmo imitated Shi Qianqiu by rubbing his head, but after only a couple of rubs, he inwardly groaned and started rubbing with both hands, turning Shi Qianqiu's hair into a mess. Without any remorse, he said with relish, "I secretly...sneaked some ice cream today, are you going to scold me?"

"No scolding."

"But I just ate two last night."

"It's okay, sweetie, eat whatever you want."

"? That's great? Then why were you staring at me the whole time I was eating last night?"

Shi Qianqiu opened his mouth and said, "Because the corner of your mouth, um... it looks a bit like—"

"Shut up!" Chen Jingmo continued to ruffle Shi Qianqiu's hair, lecturing her, "Can't you think of anything serious?"

"It's not possible right now."

"...Let me tell you, I will absolutely never do that to you a second time."

I felt unwell for several days.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jingmo felt Shi Qianqiu rubbing his back and pulling him into her arms. Several seconds later, he heard a reply: "Yes, I'm already very satisfied."

"..."

Why did those words make him feel like he was being petty?

"Stop hugging me, I'm putting the knife back."

Shi Qianqiu took a deep breath of Chen Jingmo's fragrance before relaxing. Seeing Chen Jingmo take a knife to the kitchen, he followed and looked around.

The living room is a bit small, but the countertop is just right.

Just as Chen Jingmo put the knife into the chopstick holder, Shi Qianqiu hugged him from behind, and then he sat on the table.

"...This is dirty, do you want to get beaten up?"

"Yeah, I want to get beaten up a lot, especially—"

Chen Jingmo sneered, then swiftly drew the knife again, its blade gleaming silver. He said, "You can try."

Shi Qianqiu's eyes curved into a smile, "My darling, are you willing to part with it?"

"Of course I'd give it up. What can't you buy online? If I lose one real one, I can buy countless fake ones, in all sorts of colors, thicknesses, and lengths, to my liking."

Shi Qianqiu's fingers tightened around Chen Jingmo's slender waist. Staring into his eyes, she said gently, "It seems my darling has already made a choice. What does she look like? Let your husband see, and I'll try to look like her in the future."

Chen Jingmo was speechless.

Can it grow any longer?

This is ridiculous. (This refers to the pen used for writing; there are no adverse effects.)

"Why should I show it to you? I want to get down here. This kitchen hasn't been used for a week. I don't even know if there are rats crawling on the counter. Damn it, pick me up quickly. I feel like there's a rat dropping stuck under my butt."

As soon as Shi Qianqiu picked up Chen Jingmo, the latter's legs easily wrapped around his waist.

"Just kidding, let's kiss."

Chen Jingmo looked down at Shi Qianqiu, cupped his face, and leaned closer as his eyelashes fell. He first touched him lightly, then rubbed against him a couple of times, before opening his mouth to take him in. Just as he was getting into the mood and preparing for a deeper kiss, his butt was slapped twice.

"...What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say there was a lot of dust on the table? I'll clean it for you."

Chen Jingmo cursed and told Shi Qianqiu to get out if he filmed again.

The last two words were not uttered; they were completely silenced by Shi Qianqiu's lips, leaving only pleasant smacking sounds.

As they kissed, Chen Jingmo felt his hands become soaked. Without opening his eyes, he ended the kiss to wipe away Shi Qianqiu's tears, pressing his forehead against Shi Qianqiu's.

"Don't cry, be good. You can secretly eat two boxes of ice cream today."

"it is good."

"I'm going to fight you for it."

"Um."

"Should we let them rob us?"

"No, you can have it all."

"..." Okay, you're really good at flirting.