My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo knew better than anyone that Zhou Yanshao didn't like him two years ago; he only considered him a friend. It was Li Bo who despicably drugged his friend so that the two of them could sleep together.

Li Bo had never truly obtained anything. A terrible greed and possessiveness were quietly growing in his heart, to the point of madness, driving him to do things against his own will.

Li Bo is an illegitimate child, and he faces great difficulties in the Li family, even lacking dignity.

Zhou Yanshao's excellence makes it all the more precious.

Li Bo knew he and Zhou Yanshao were from different worlds; their interaction was only temporary and would eventually end. Since it was temporary, being greedy and doing it just once... wouldn't hurt, right?

Li Bo's evil intentions grew stronger, so he drugged Zhou Yanshao.

Now that he's calmed down, he really regrets it.

If he hadn't been drugged that night, Zhou Yanshao and he would at least still be friends.

Zhou Yanshao had been abroad for two years, during which he sent him countless text messages, wrote many handwritten letters, sent many postcards, and many landscape photos. Li Bo remembered them all, every single one of them, and even kept them very well.

Li Bo didn't reply. He knew that some things, once done, could never be undone.

What Zhou Yanshao said and did after returning to China, to put it bluntly, was the spirit of youth and a sense of responsibility.

Zhou Yanshao couldn't see his own thoughts clearly, but how could Li Bo not understand? How could he take advantage of the situation?

Li Bo poured himself a glass of water, washed up quickly, and went upstairs. On the living room table, there was a strip of fever reducers. Zhou Yanshao came out, drying his hair: "Take your medicine before you sleep."

"it is good."

As Li Bo took his medicine, he stared at Zhou Yanshao's silver hair: "Remember to dry it, or you'll have a headache the next day."

"Know."

"Okay, goodnight." Li Bo went back to sleep, but his fever returned in the middle of the night. He kept coughing in his bedroom. A little while later, Zhou Yanshao came in with a thermometer and took Li Bo's temperature.

39.7 degrees.

Zhou Yanshao immediately called a private doctor. An hour later, Li Bo was put on an IV drip. While the IV was being administered, Li Bo's hands were cold and somewhat stiff. When Zhou Yanshao handed him hot water, he touched Li Bo's hands.

"Why is it so cold?"

"That's how it is with IV drips," Li Bo said casually. "Go back to sleep. It'll be finished soon. I'll just pull it out myself in a bit."

Zhou Yanshao looked at the bottle still containing more than half a bottle of saline solution: "Li Bo, will you die if you don't show off?"

"..."

Zhou Yanshao got into bed from the other side and lay down next to Li Bo. His calloused hands covered Li Bo's fingers, and his warm body temperature warmed Li Bo's hands a little.

Zhou Yanshao said, "Sleep with me."

Li Bo pulled his hand back: "No need."

Zhou Yanshao firmly restrained Li Bo's wrist, clicked his tongue, and grasped his hand: "What I'm saying to you is like farting."

"...Really, you don't need to."

"What I say goes, just listen."

Young Master Zhou has a terrible temper and never likes anyone to go against him.

Li Bo couldn't resist, so he simply let Zhou Yanshao have his way.

In the darkness, he turned to look at Zhou Yanshao, his eyes stinging.

It's very easy to like Zhou Yanshao.

Zhou Yanshao is passionate, assertive, and kind.

He clearly took Zhihuai Winery, he clearly used him from the beginning, and Li Bo clearly did all sorts of bad things, so why wasn't Zhou Yanshao angry with him?

Li Botou leaned against Zhou Yanshao's shoulder and somehow fell asleep. Zhou Yanshao glanced at him and said, "Be good when you're asleep."

After the saline drip finished, Zhou Yanshao carefully removed the IV line, put Li Bo's hand under the covers, and muttered softly, "It's freezing cold. You can tell he doesn't usually get any sun."

"Hmm..." Li Bo turned over and buried his head in Zhou Yanshao's arms.

"What the hell? Now you know it's cold!"

Zhou Yanshao held Li Bo's hand to warm it, then turned to his side and hugged Li Bo, pulling him close as he fell asleep.

Zhou Yanshao doesn't like to wear clothes when he sleeps. The chafing between Li Bo's pants and his skin is uncomfortable. He can't stand it anymore halfway through his sleep, so he takes off Li Bo's pants and then falls asleep comfortably.

……

The next morning, Li Bo woke up feeling weak all over.

He used to get fevers and colds like this; it would take him a week or two to get better, and he would get a fever every night. It would come and go, and he always had to tough it out.

A fever or a cold won't kill you; no one in the Li family will care about him.

Besides feeling weak, Li Bo also felt a bit sore in his legs and a heavy feeling all over his body. Zhou Yanshao had half his body pressed against him, his head resting against the crook of his neck, and one hand pressing on his waist, his rough fingertips pressing against the back of his waist.

Because he had no clean clothes, Li Bo slept in a shirt last night. At this moment, he could clearly feel a heavy weight pressing against his waist and hips from behind, which felt very aggressive.

As soon as he moved, it seemed as if the thing was trying to squeeze in through the gap, and Li Bo instantly snapped out of his daze.

...This is a really bad posture.

Li Bo raised his hand, rubbed his temples, and then softly called out, "Zhou Yanshao..."

Zhou Yanshao's head, which was buried in the crook of Li Bo's neck, moved slightly, and his warm breath fell on Li Bo's skin: "Speak."

"You're suffocating me."

Li Bo wasn't exaggerating. Zhou Yanshao was over 1.9 meters tall and an athlete with excellent physical condition; he had no excess fat whatsoever. Pressing down on him was truly suffocating. Of course, besides that reason, a larger part was the awkwardness of their current intimate contact.

Zhou Yanshao released Li Bo, tilted his head back, stretched his neck, and right in front of Li Bo, lifted the blanket, got out of bed without any cover, casually put on his clothes, and looked at Li Bo on the bed: "I'll get you some medicine."

"Um."

Zhou Yanshao left the room, and Li Bo then got up.

He didn't care when his shirt was undone and left wide open; he just got up and put his pants back on.

The distance from the living room to the guest bedroom was so short that when Zhou Yanshao returned, Li Bo had just put on his shorts. The buttons, which had been undone sometime last night, were still open, revealing his fair and pink chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with one leg propped up, preparing to put on his stockings.

In public, Li Bo is a refined, handsome, and gentle CEO.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, without a single wrinkle. It was this refined manner that seemed so out of place with the messy bed and the loosely fastened black leather stockings on his calves...

This sense of incongruity also reveals a hint of desire.

Li Bo's legs are just too long and too straight.

Every inch of skin hidden beneath that noble exterior, along with the smooth muscle lines and long, straight legs, was something only Zhou Yanshao had ever seen.

Zhou Yanshao stared at Li Bo's sock clip, his brows furrowed: "Where do you usually sleep? At the company or at home?"

The question came suddenly, and Li Bo raised an eyebrow. "If I'm busy, I'll sleep at the company. It's too late, and Uncle Liu needs to rest too. I'm too lazy to drive."

"You dress like this at the office too?"