System, the stylist did something to his waist again today!

Cheng Keyu calmed his breathing and said nothing, but his hands were caressing Yu Kouchen's smooth cheeks lovingly. The touch was warm and soft, making people's hearts beat faster.

"Ah."

Cheng Keyu hummed lightly, agreeing to Yu Kouchen's proposal, which made him smile brightly. The next second, the other party stood up and locked the wheelchair, then sat astride his legs and poked his abdominal muscles with his slender fingers.

"Mr. Cheng is not like this in bed. You are so cold now, not passionate at all."

Yu Kouchen's words sounded like he was acting coquettishly, but in fact, there was no trace of flattering expression on his face. There was only a sly smile, and there was a cunning light in his eyes, like a little fox.

Cheng Keyu looked at Yu Kouchen who was shaking his waist in his arms, and sighed softly in his heart. He reached out and held his hand helplessly, squeezed it, and said to comfort him, "Don't make trouble."

Yu Kouchen, who was originally planning to continue saying some dirty words, saw the gentleness and helplessness in Cheng Keyu's eyes, and he felt a pang in his heart, and for a moment he felt a little ashamed.

He was a little afraid to look directly into Cheng Keyu's eyes. He always felt that there were emotions hidden in his eyes that he couldn't understand, but which really frightened him. He didn't dare to explore it, nor did he dare to think too much.

"Ahem... I'm not making a fuss."

Yu Kouchen withdrew his hand, muttered something non-threatening in response, stood up, and unlocked the wheelchair tire lock.

"Mr. Cheng, let me take you to take a shower..." Yu Kouchen was afraid that he would think too much, so he simply started talking about other topics to divert attention. That look was so gentle that he didn't dare to touch it casually. Deep down in his heart, he was always a little panicked.

Yu Kouchen has always firmly believed that as long as he does not obtain something that is like a luxury, he will never taste the pain of loss.

He thought so and did so, and persisted in this way throughout his life, without any change until his death. He was often lonely and longed for companionship.

When the person who accompanies him comes, he is afraid to become dependent on the person who accompanies him, and unknowingly exposes his weakness in front of the other person, which becomes a weapon for the other person to hurt himself.

"Mr. Cheng, your breathing has become much lighter recently. It seems that you are in better health. I rarely hear you coughing. You should be able to recover soon. Congratulations, Mr. Cheng."

Yu Kouchen seems to be clear-headed and open-minded, but in fact, once he gets stuck in a rut, ten oxen can't pull him back. Often, the more unrestrained and free-spirited a person seems, the more likely he is to hide sadness in his heart.

Because they are good at forgetting sadness, they often feel happy. But occasionally, when they wake up in the middle of the night, they suddenly feel lonely, and then taste the joy of being alone in loneliness. This repeats over and over again, tormenting their souls and making them helpless.

"Thanks to you."

Cheng Keyu felt that there were some changes in Yu Kouchen's mood, but he was not very clear what the specific changes were. However, he was sure that this emotion was definitely not happiness, and it even contained a hint of sadness.

Cheng Keyu didn't know why Yu Kouchen was fine just now but suddenly became like this? But he could feel for sure that if he asked, he would never have the chance to talk to him face to face the next night.

"Hahaha, how lucky can I be? It's only because Mr. Cheng has a better physique that he recovered so quickly. If it were someone else, they might not be able to achieve such a quick effect."

Yu Kouchen ignored the slight ripples in his heart and continued to talk to Cheng Keyu with an uninhibited smile. He looked free and confident, and particularly attractive.

Cheng Keyu didn't respond to him. After he pushed her into the bathroom, she calmly took off her short-sleeved shirt.

"Wow~ Mr. Cheng has a great figure, worthy of being my type, hehehe... I'm leaving now, Mr. Cheng, just call me when you're done, I'll take a call."

Upon seeing this, Yu Kouchen looked at it for a few more times, then reluctantly walked out of the bathroom door. The ripples in his heart just now calmed down quietly. He stopped thinking about it and went to chat with Long Yueshang who was calling.

Cheng Keyu glanced at Yu Kouchen's back, then looked away. He pressed a button and the door closed automatically. After a moment, the sound of water could be heard in the bathroom.

Shang Qi Yan and Gu Shaochen met at the door of Dusk Bar after the live broadcast. They went to different places today and met on their way back. Naturally, they wanted to have dinner together. Since there was no live broadcast at the moment, it was casual for them to go to the bar.

"This bar is very private. The paparazzi can't get in. Don't worry."

Shang Qi Yan sat in a booth, holding a glass of orange cocktail and handing it to Gu Shaochen. He spoke in a relaxed manner, as if he was treating an old friend of many years.

Gu Shaochen looked at him for a long time before he took the glass of wine with a complicated expression. After taking a sip, he put the glass down and looked at his fingers with his eyelids lowered.

"What did you mean last night?"

After talking to Yu Kouchen, Gu Shaochen went back and thought seriously for a long time. Before he could come up with anything, Shang Qiyan knocked on his door and confessed to him very seriously with a passionate look in his eyes.

He closed the door before he finished listening, his face as red as a monkey's butt. He knew that he might have fallen into Shang Qi Yan's hands just as Yu Kouchen said.

Shang Qiyan, who was about to drink, paused when he heard Gu Shaochen's question. He looked at him, feeling a little guilty. He was afraid that he would be discovered that he had sneaked into his room and slept with him until four in the morning. He felt so guilty that he forgot to put down the wine glass in his hand.

"What incident last night are you talking about?"