TYMRHBDES Chapter 180

Pei Yu gazed at the man before him and lowered his head to kiss him.

His lips were cool, but the familiar softness made him instantly crave more.

Jeering voices echoed from the living room: “Tsk, tsk, tsk! What are you doing, Pei Yu? Can’t bear to let go?”

Pei Yu ignored them, his gaze fixed on the fair, beautiful face cradled in his palm.

Beneath thick, curling lashes, his eyes were like autumn waters veiled in mist. His snow-white cheeks glowed with a tender, captivating blush.

As if shamed by the others’ comments, he looked away shyly, his lips pressed together, his moist eyes glancing up at Pei Yu.

His body was soft, and his voice was just as soft:

“Pei Yu…”

Pei Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared intently at his baby, his voice husky:

“Baby, what should I do?”

“I want to kiss you so badly.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, his fan-like lashes fluttering.

As if making a firm decision, his baby opened his round eyes wide and said with effort:

“Can we kiss tonight?”

“Hubby…”

His voice was a mere whisper, his cheeks flushed red, his lashes trembling with shyness:

“You can kiss me… however you want…”

***

Pei Zhang pointed out his son’s lovestruck expression to his wife and mother, laughing as he teased him mercilessly.

But despite the laughter, the red envelopes were still generous.

The wedding concluded perfectly.

That night, Pei Yu led a blushing Jiang Luoluo into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

The man’s coaxing voice drifted through the gap in the door, mingling with the swirling steam to create an even more intimate atmosphere in the night air.

“…Hold it for me, Baby…”

The person inside seemed too shy to comply, their refusal so soft it was barely audible.

Only Pei Yu’s voice remained, laced with a seductive allure:

“It’s okay if you can’t hold it…”

“Such a good boy…”

“Baby, you can’t lie to me.”

The voice inside the bathroom grew deeper, as if whispered directly into the other’s ear, its meaning lingering and profound:

“Baby, you said it yourself…”

“Hubby can kiss you however he wants…”

***

When Pei Yu carried Jiang Luoluo out of the bathroom, he was wrapped in a dark gray bath towel.

Two slender calves dangled from the cold, austere color, and a clear red finger mark on his snow-white, delicate ankle was exceptionally striking.

It swayed back and forth with Pei Yu’s walking motion.

Carrying a seductive desire.

***

After they got married, Pei Yu seemed to be addicted, acting as the groom every night.

Jiang Luoluo stood on the floor, his calves trembling.

Taking advantage of Pei Yu going to handle work, Jiang Luoluo leaned on the sofa and chatted with the System:

“I think I’m finished. If this continues, I’ll be killed by Pei Yu on the bed sooner or later.”

With Jiang Luoluo’s movements, the open collar revealed many hickeys.

Deep and light, they were scattered across his snow-white skin like red plum blossoms fallen on Xuan paper.

Seeing him like this, the System felt a little sorry for him.

The System thoughtfully suggested: 【It’s okay, anyway your mission has already been completed, the villainous boss’s favorability has been maxed out~】

【How long you stay in this world is entirely up to you.】

‘I didn’t say anything wrong this time, did I?’

‘It’s not like I urged the Host to leave; I just gave him a little suggestion.’

‘After “that” big shot detaches from the System, he won’t reset my newly upgraded data package to factory settings, will he?’

After finishing its thought, the System worriedly covered its own speaker.

Jiang Luoluo looked up in astonishment, his clear voice pitching higher in surprise as he asked aloud, “What?!”

“My progress in conquering Pei Yu is already complete?!”

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door—a familiar rhythm.

Jiang Luoluo clamped both hands over his mouth.

‘It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!’

‘Pei Yu couldn’t have heard that, could he?!’

“Come out and eat, Baby.”

Pei Yu pushed open the door and walked toward Jiang Luoluo, who was on the beanbag chair.

Forgetting his aching waist, Jiang Luoluo sat up straight on the sofa, clutching the edges of a throw pillow with both hands. He tilted his head up, warily observing Pei Yu’s expression.

The other man’s expression remained unchanged, his handsome, sharp features softened by a gentle smile. He leaned down and pinched Jiang Luoluo’s cheek.

“What’s wrong, wifey?”

Jiang Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief and murmured softly, “My back hurts.”

‘Good thing Pei Yu didn’t hear that,’ he thought. ‘It would be trouble if he did.’

Pei Yu sat down beside him, as usual, and wrapped an arm around Jiang Luoluo’s shoulders. “How about hubby gives you a massage?” he asked patiently.

Jiang Luoluo nodded obediently and lay face down on the sofa.

Pei Yu lowered his gaze, his long fingers undoing the cufflinks of his gray shirt and rolling the sleeves up to reveal the clear veins on his wrists. He lifted Jiang Luoluo’s shirt, placed his palm on his back, and began to massage him with practiced skill.

The person on the sofa let out a series of soft moans, happily wiggling the small calf that dangled over the edge.

As he lay there, lost in the bliss of the back massage, he naturally failed to notice the man beside him. Pei Yu’s thin lips were pressed into a tight line, his jawline tense. Even his phoenix eyes had darkened, their gaze lingering on Jiang Luoluo’s slender ankle as if it had weight.

It was impossible to tell what he was plotting.

***

A new guest arrived for dinner, greeting Pei Yu and Jiang Luoluo with a smile.

“Hello, Professor Chen,” Jiang Luoluo said.

Chen Fan was a professor specializing in psychology. He and Pei Yu had met shortly after Pei Yu’s debut. At the time, Pei Yu had taken on the role of a murderer, and Chen Fan had helped him analyze the script and worked with the production crew to help him get into the right mindset. The two had become close friends.

“Auntie, please brew a pot of tea for Professor Chen,” Jiang Luoluo said.

Chen Fan nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Luoluo.”

Pei Yu set down his chopsticks. “Let’s talk in the study.”

After speaking, he turned to Jiang Luoluo. “Baby, will you be a good boy and finish your dinner?”

Jiang Luoluo nodded and said, “Okay.”

Over the next few days, Chen Fan frequently visited Pei Yu’s office or stopped by the house. He and Pei Yu spent time in the study discussing the suspense script Pei Yu was considering for his next role.

Jiang Luoluo was more than happy for Pei Yu to be too busy to torment him.

Every day, aside from livestreaming his cooking, he hosted tea parties with his new friends, chatting and relaxing together.

One evening, Pei Yu returned home late.

Jiang Luoluo had already eaten and was leaning against the sofa, watching a variety show and laughing out loud from time to time.

Seeing Pei Yu return, he happily called out, “Hubby~”

Pei Yu patted his head. “Take your time watching. Hubby will come keep you company after I shower.”

A short while later, Pei Yu’s voice drifted from the bathroom, sounding just like usual:

“Baby, could you bring my clothes in for me?”

Jiang Luoluo happily agreed, ran to the walk-in closet to find a fresh set of clothes for Pei Yu, then opened the bathroom door and walked inside.

Ten minutes later.

The bathroom door opened again.

Pei Yu carried the person in his arms, who was obediently snuggling against him, eyes closed, hands and feet dangling naturally.

Pei Yu placed the person on the bed and covered him with a blanket.

His voice was calm, as if he had rehearsed this countless times:

“Who exactly are you?”

The System’s data code ran slowly, watching the scene with an amazed expression.

‘Not bad, Villain Boss!’

‘He’s even using hypnosis on our Luoluo.’

‘How romantic!’

The person lying on the bed kept his eyes closed, his thick, long eyelashes casting a shadow over his lower lids, seemingly asleep.

Snow-white skin, crimson lips.

A few sounds escaped from his slightly parted lips: “Luoluo, I am Jiang Luoluo.”

Pei Yu looked at him. “Are you a little vixen?”

Jiang Luoluo frowned slightly and murmured, “No, I’m human.”

Pei Yu’s expression remained unchanged, his tone so steady it hinted at a looming danger. “You’re not from this world. You appeared here to conquer Pei Yu and make him fall in love with you, didn’t you?”

His face was still that of a calm, handsome man.

The System, which had been watching the drama with glee, suddenly froze. A bone-chilling coldness rose within its chip, scaring it into a complete shutdown.

The little beauty sleeping on the bed remained serene, utterly unaware of the danger. He simply followed his heart and obediently told the truth:

“Yes.”

Pei Yu’s fingers, resting at his side, slowly clenched, as if he were trying to crush the flesh of his own palm.

His dark pupils suppressed a torrent of heavy emotions. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his face as impassive as a jade carving.

His eyes were like an ancient well, devoid of any trace of a smile.

He spoke slowly, “Who is instructing you?”

The man with his eyes closed tightened his beautiful lips, the slight pout of his philtrum conveying a hint of grievance. His voice sounded as if he were complaining to Pei Yu:

“The System.”

The System shrank into a ball, too terrified to make a sound.

‘The System?’

Pei Yu silently repeated the word. Combining it with the information he had recently gathered, it wasn’t hard to understand what it meant.

“Then why are you subject to the System?” Pei Yu asked.

The person on the bed flinched, his eyelids twitching with unease. His voice was barely a whisper:

“I want to live.”

It felt as if a giant boulder had struck Pei Yu’s chest, yet also as if it were stuffed with a ball of waterlogged cotton.

It was both painful and suffocating, a crushing weight that felt like it would never lift.

Pei Yu slowly unfurled his clenched fingers, gently touching Jiang Luoluo’s face with profound tenderness.

He murmured to himself in an extremely low voice:

“Are you sick, Baby?”

“If I fall in love with you, will you be cured?”

He cradled Jiang Luoluo’s small hand in his palm, stroking it before kissing it with utmost care and preciousness.

“If I fall in love with you, will your conquest be successful? Will your mission be complete?”

The person with his eyes closed let out a soft “Mm.”

Pei Yu asked, “Are you leaving?”

He was holding the other’s hand too tightly, causing Jiang Luoluo to frown slightly.

“I’m not leaving.”

Pei Yu breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief. He gazed silently at the person on the bed and asked:

“I’m the only one you’ve ever conquered, right?”

“No,” Jiang Luoluo replied.

This answer caught Pei Yu completely off guard. The sparks that had just died out in his phoenix eyes instantly reignited, erupting into a raging inferno.

The word “No” had fallen like a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter, drenched him from head to toe.

From his heart to his very bones, every inch of him went cold.

Pei Yu’s jaw tightened as he stared intensely at the person on the bed.

“How many other men were there before me?“

😭 “Pei Yu finally discovered the truth, and his first question was how many men came before him. Sir, that’s not an interrogation, that’s jealousy with a PhD! Meanwhile, your translator is still waiting for someone to investigate my empty Ko-fi. ☕💔”

🦊 “Jiang Luoluo: ‘I want to live.’ Pei Yu: ‘Then I’ll love you.’ Me: ‘I just want to survive translating all these chapters!’ 😭 A little Ko-fi would greatly improve my survival chances, dear readers. ☕”

💀 “The System has shut down, Pei Yu has uncovered the secret, and poor Luoluo is unknowingly confessing everything. At this point, even the System needs therapy—but your translator needs Ko-fi more! 🥺☕”