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Shang Song didn't know how he left the 83rd floor.

He felt incredibly cold and his heart ached.

He floated like a ghost, took the elevator up to the 88th floor, and then silently pressed the down button.

He didn't know how to face Xie Jing now.

He was afraid he would burst into tears, making Xie Jing even more upset.

There is an outdoor garden on the first floor of Genting Highlands.

He found a bench and sat down.

My mind is a mess.

But he hadn't been sitting for long when he heard footsteps beside him.

Shang Song looked up abruptly, and a coat was draped over his shoulders.

Xie Jing looked down at him. "It's windy outside."

Shang Song's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively she jumped up from the bench, grabbing Xie Jing's hand. "Why did you get down?"

Shang Song's voice was somewhat urgent, his eyes quickly scanning the open surroundings. "It's not safe here, let's go up."

He pulled Xie Jing and started walking back, very hurriedly and anxiously.

An outdoor garden is too open and may hide dangers.

Xie Jing let him pull her along without struggling.

He was simply pulled along by Shang Song's force, walking through the open garden and into the house.

Shang Song seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief only after the heavy glass door locked automatically behind him.

He didn't loosen his grip on Xie Jing's hand; instead, he tightened it even more.

He looked at Xie Jing, wanting to ask, "How much pain were you in back then? Did you keep having nightmares? Were you very scared? Did you miss your parents a lot?"

But he couldn't get a single word out.

He could only point to the glass door and ask, "This glass... isn't bulletproof, is it? You shouldn't come down to the first-floor garden anymore, it's not safe."

Xie Jing lowered his eyes and looked at Shang Song, who was much shorter than him and was now so anxious that he was on edge. After a while, he sighed very softly.

"Bulletproof." He looked out at the garden through the glass. "Genting Peak is safe, don't worry."

Shang Song was clearly still shaken, and pulled Xie Jing into the elevator.

He wanted to hide Xie Jing.

The elevator went up and stopped on the 88th floor.

Only after stepping into the entrance hall did Shang Song feel a little relieved.

He hurriedly pulled Xie Jing to the sofa and made him sit down, while he himself, as if on some mission, sneaked into each room to check for any danger.

After inspecting all the rooms, he sidled back to Xie Jing's side, his brows still furrowed.

Xie Jing finally reached out and pulled the person onto his lap. "Finished reading?"

Shang Song nodded, then shook his head. "I...I'm still very scared."

"The thought that you almost made me..."

I can't bring myself to say the word "death".

It was stuck in my throat, and I could only swallow it down in the end.

Xie Jing looked at him.

Looking at this young man who was usually carefree and happy, he was now so afraid that he couldn't sit still because of his past.

He reached out and pulled Shang Song into his arms, gently letting her rest her head on his shoulder, and patted her softly. "It's over now, don't be afraid."

At this moment, all Shang Song could see was Xie Jing's beautiful neck, which was very close to him. After Xie Jing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, Xie Jing's voice fell into his ear.

"You put on quite a show during that inspection," Xie Jing said calmly, as if giving a fair assessment of an employee. "Why don't you quit art and come work in my security department? I'll pay you a salary."

Shang Song was still lost in her chaotic thoughts when Xie Jing's words startled her, and she instinctively jumped up from Xie Jing's shoulder: "Huh?"

Then, he saw the teasing smile in Xie Jing's eyes and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although her eyes were still red.

"Really?" Shang Song sniffed, knowing Xie Jing was just trying to coax him, so he went along with Xie Jing's words and said, "Then how much salary will you pay me? I need to think about it."

Xie Jing placed his hand on Shang Song's face, his fingertips rubbing against Shang Song's cheek. "You have a great presence, but you're very unprofessional and full of mistakes. You can only drive it to the bare minimum standard."

Shang Song: "...???"

His chaotic thoughts were thrown into disarray by Xie Jing's words.

"Hey!" Shang Song exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "I'm your boyfriend! Thank you, Master! Can't you at least pull some strings for your boyfriend? Offer him a higher salary?!"

"Besides! So what if I'm not professional! I can... I can provide close-quarters protection! Close-quarters security! Do you understand? Can other bodyguards get this close to you?!"

As he spoke, he simply snuggled into Xie Jing's arms, wrapping his arms around him without warning. His voice, muffled and muffled, came from inside Xie Jing's clothes:

"Only I can be this close to you! This is a special service! It costs extra!"

He arched his back repeatedly, causing Xie Jing to shift slightly, but his hand naturally landed on the back of Xie Jing's head, gently stroking it.

"Yes, it fits quite well." Xie Jing's voice carried a clear hint of amusement.

Shang Song immediately straightened up, looked at him, and her eyes instantly curved into crescent moons with laughter: "Right! As for the salary..."

Xie Jing frowned, looking quite troubled.

Shang Song shoved him: "Hey! Do you even know what you're talking about?!"

Xie Jing then spoke up: "The salary will still be based on the internship standard, but..."

Shang Song pouted so much his lips could hang an oil lamp: "But what?!"

After whetting Shang Song's appetite, Xie Jing continued slowly and deliberately: "Considering the special nature of your personal service, your benefits can be appropriately increased."

Shang Song instinctively asked, "What kind of benefits?"

Xie Jing's lips curved into a distinct smile, then his expression hardened, and he spoke in a very formal tone:

"Sign a lifetime contract."

"All meals and accommodation provided, unique position, and no dismissal."

"No trial period, effective immediately."

Shang Song was completely stunned, his mouth agape. This wasn't some kind of job perk!

It is clearly...

While he was still in a daze, Xie Jing grabbed his chin and kissed his already slightly parted lips.

Lips grind against lips, teeth grind against teeth.

Like cutting and polishing jade, like carving and grinding stone.

"Mmm..." Shang Song was dazed by the kiss, and his hand unconsciously grabbed Xie Jing's collar. All the messy feelings he had just had exploded into fireworks when Xie Jing's soft tongue went deep into his body.

The oxygen in his chest was slowly being squeezed out, his cheeks gradually turned red, and a pitiful whimper like a kitten came from his throat.

Xie Jing felt his breath growing weaker and weaker, so he pulled away slightly from Shang Song's lips and gently sucked on Shang Song's lower lip.

"Take a breath," he commanded in a low, hoarse voice.

Shang Song unconsciously gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.

Before he could recover, Xie Jing's lips and tongue invaded again, the sucking force intensified, and the tongue entwined even deeper, as if to fiercely sweep away the pitiful amount of air in Shang Song's lungs once more.

Shang Song was so overwhelmed by the kiss that his limbs went weak, and he could only cling to Xie Jing, enduring and learning from their second deep kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Jing finally released him.

Shang Song's eyes were wet, like a kitten that had been bullied badly, staring blankly at Xie Jing.

Xie Jing looked at his stunned expression after being kissed, a satisfied smile flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the moisture from Shang Song's lips. His gesture was tender and ambiguous, but his tone had returned to its usual calm.

"Alright. The stamp is on."

"The lifetime contract is now in effect."

"Shang Song," he announced, "you're officially on the job now."

Shang Song blinked, then blinked again. The spot on his lips where the lip had been pressed was still numb, hot, and swollen.

He slowly processed Xie Jing's meaning.

Xie Jing said that a kiss is a seal, and he is now Xie Jing's personal bodyguard.

His heart felt like a pot of porridge, a mixture of bitterness, joy, and other indescribable emotions, all bubbling and gurgling together.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end, he could only clutch Xie Jing's collar tighter, bury his face in Xie Jing's neck, and mutter softly:

"You...you still haven't said what the minimum wage is..."