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When Shang Yu returned, he didn't hug him immediately like last time, but instead lay down to sleep on one side.

Lin Zhao thought he wouldn't hug her again, but to her surprise, not long after, he hugged her again, but this time, he didn't move around.

Because of their close proximity, Lin Zhao could clearly feel the changes in that thing, and his heart raced. He shifted his body, as if trying to say something.

Shang Yu suddenly hugged him tightly.

"Don't move."

He spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with intense desire.

"Brother Ayu, actually I..."

"Don't speak."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and Shang Yuren's veins bulged. This happened every night.

The person in his arms was practically a human aphrodisiac; just a tiny bit of it would automatically conjure up all sorts of erotic images in his mind.

Shang Yu was extremely excited. Occasionally, he would borrow Lin Zhao's touch, but it had little effect and would even make him more excited.

Actually, when he came back from his shower, he had already noticed that Lin Zhao was pretending to be asleep, but he couldn't control himself, he couldn't help but get close to him, he wanted him.

Those evil thoughts were like demons, constantly eroding his nerves, but the unconscious trembling of the boy's body suddenly brought him back to his senses.

He didn't want him to be afraid of him, didn't want him to avoid him, so he still chose to take a shower.

Shang Yu placed a kiss on his head and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sleep, sleep."

Lin Zhao dared not speak anymore, but he could no longer fall asleep. All night long, he just stared blankly out the window.

She watched as Shang Yu got out of bed again and again, took a shower, and came back, until he went to work.

Shang Yu tidied himself up, sat back on the bed, looked at the person who was still pretending to be asleep, chuckled softly, leaned down and kissed him on the lips, and whispered.

"Go to sleep, don't think too much, wait for me to come back."

When the footsteps faded away, Lin Zhao opened his eyes. He looked at the brooch on the bedside table and made a decision.

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Early in the morning, Uncle Li knocked on the door to call Lin Zhao for breakfast, but no one answered after knocking for a long time. When he opened the door, he found that Lin Zhao was no longer there.

I ran into Sister Chen and Dr. Zhao when I went downstairs.

"Where's Xiao Zhao? Have you seen her?"

Dr. Zhao shook his head, and Sister Chen pointed to the small house.

"I just saw him rushing towards the hut, saying he wasn't going to eat breakfast and told us not to wake him."

Uncle Li scratched his head. He hadn't seemed to be in a bad mood when Mr. Li left this morning. Apart from the dark circles under his eyes, there was nothing unusual. Had they argued again?

"No, I have to go check it out."

Just as Uncle Li was about to head towards the small house, Dr. Zhao called him back.

"Hey, stop meddling in other people's business. Why are you always interfering in their affairs?"

Uncle Li paused, blinked, and thought it made sense.

The gentleman had explicitly forbidden them from discussing these matters, so he decided to leave it alone.

Lin Zhao didn't cry, but she didn't eat breakfast. She could have some delivered to him later. So she turned around and went back to the dining table.

Lin Zhao, who had just arrived at the cabin, locked the door mysteriously and checked it several times, then moved a chair over to secure it.

Then I closed the window, drew the curtains, opened the wardrobe, and found the headphones at the very back.

He turned around and crawled into his long-missed little quilt. Despite the heat, he didn't mind and covered his head completely with the quilt.

In the pitch black, Lin Zhao, with a death wish, opened the videos. She still chose the one from yesterday first, since she had at least seen it once and was somewhat mentally prepared.

He clicked on the video, and almost instantly, a man's seductive voice came through.

Lin Zhao immediately plugged in her earphones, and the sound was picked up, finally stopping the noise.

He bit his lip, cautiously opening the blanket a crack, and seeing that it was quiet outside, he then crawled back inside with peace of mind.

At first, he didn't dare to look, so he covered his eyes, put on one ear, and listened quietly.

But the sounds coming from inside were truly, truly shameful.

Lin Zhao's cheeks flushed red. He really couldn't understand how a person could make such a sound.

It felt both painful and comfortable.

After a while, the man's voice became more and more impassioned. Lin Zhao couldn't help but peek through her fingers at the video.

Still completely naked, with postures and movements that made him blush, he immediately clasped his hands together, pulled off his headphones, threw back the covers, and gasped for breath.

"Ugh, why do we have to learn this?"

He wailed softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

A faint blush graced her delicate, fair face, and her red lips, which had just been tightly clenched, shone with a honey-like luster.

He had no idea that his current appearance was even more alluring than that pale, fleshy body.

The video was still playing. Lin Zhao closed his eyes and thought of Shang Yu's repeated forbearance that evening. Brother Yu had endured so much for him, so he should do something for him in return.

Besides, I'm just looking around now, I haven't actually done anything yet. It's easier to try it myself than to try it directly with Brother Ayu.

Thinking this, he seemed to have made up his mind and, with a death wish, put on his headphones without covering his face, staring straight at the video.

However, the blanket still had to cover the face.

He squinted, not daring to look, and then became curious because of the sounds coming from inside. Was it really that comfortable?

But his expression doesn't seem to reflect that.

Lin Zhao watched for more than an hour, and by the later stages she was able to directly face the content and even offered her own commentary.

"This looks alright, not too scary."

"Ahhh, this won't do, this won't do!"

"Huh? That's okay?"

Two hours later, as the video came to an end, Lin Zhao licked his parched lips, threw back the blanket, and felt a refreshing breeze wash over him, making him feel as if he had been elevated.

Blinking his somewhat blank eyes twice, Lin Zhao looked towards the bathroom. "Why don't we give it a try?"

He took a deep breath and carried the stool from the cabin to the bathroom.

A moment later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the sound of the boy breathing slightly could be heard.

Ten minutes later, a muffled groan of suppressed emotion was heard.

Fifteen minutes later, a sudden, urgent cry was heard.

Lin Zhao was trembling all over from the pain, and tears kept welling up in her eyes.

He suddenly felt wronged. It was all a lie!

He was still wondering if he had done something wrong, and was about to try again when there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door, accompanied by a somewhat anxious voice.

"Zhaozhao?"

Lin Zhao was startled. Was that voice Brother A Yu?