Give me a hand before you go!

After Jiang Songhe found out Jonathan's address, he left Jonathan alone in the middle row of seats and got off the bus.

The loose tie, the crumpled shirt, the fingerprints on the belt buckle... all constantly reminded Jiang Songhe of who was responsible for his unprecedentedly disheveled appearance.

He spun around in the shadows behind the V-Trail, still not satisfied, and then kicked the innocent tree not far away with his handmade leather shoe.

Then I took a deep breath, quietly straightened my appearance, and, adhering to the principle of "don't drink and drive, and don't drive after drinking," called a designated driver.

It's true that he got into a fight with a top singer, but that person was also reckless, repeatedly provoking him, tricking him into going to a prostitute but failing, drugging him and almost causing him to break his vow, and even daring to threaten Song Yun's future... So even if things escalate, he has nothing to be afraid of.

What's the rush? What's wrong with letting this little rascal fend for himself? Why bother sending him home?

"Be good, beg me."

I don't smoke or drink, I only want to be with you.

"Don't do this to me, please."

"I have a name, my name is Jonathan, remember?"

"I'm cold, don't go."

"ah."

...

"Damn it!" Jiang Songhe wanted to smoke, but he had already run out of cigarettes. He wanted to wash his hands, but he had already said that "taking without asking is stealing," and he couldn't bring himself to ask Jonathan if he could borrow some water from the car.

Jiang Songhe kicked the tree again.

After many days of travel, Jiang Songhe was able to travel freely in Maner thanks to the expansion of his business with a commonly used ride-hailing app in China.

But this was the first time Jiang Songhe had ever called a designated driver. When a black man wearing a helmet, a reflective vest, and riding a folding car appeared in front of him, Jiang Songhe still found it quite comical and had a disjointed sense of time travel.

Following the same rules as in China, the folding car should be put in the trunk, and the trunk needs to be opened with a key. Jiang Songhe still had to ask Jonathan for it. But he refused and gritted his teeth to look at the driver's seat first.

It was indeed blatantly inserted into the keyhole.

"He's got a ton of tricks up his sleeve, but he has absolutely no common sense," Jiang Songhe muttered in a deep, fatherly voice.

I then got into the passenger seat first, and waited for the designated driver to put the folding car away before we set off.

On the way, Jiang Songhe checked the rearview mirror while confirming the destination with the designated driver. Jonathan hadn't reacted at all since he got out of the car.

Damn it, maybe he's just delirious from the fever.

Jiang Songhe frowned. He had already vomited all the alcohol in front of the Strange Blue Bar. The only water he had replenished since then was a mouthful of the unclean "peace-making step" that Jonathan handed him. At this moment, he felt his throat was on fire.

Manr's designated driver wasn't very professional either. It was only evening, but he was so sleepy that he didn't notice the pothole ahead and drove straight through it, causing all three people in the car to be suspended in mid-air for half a second.

“Hey! Focus, okay?” Jiang Songhe reminded him coldly.

The driver grinned, showing off his bright white teeth, swallowed half a yawn, and said "OK, OK" repeatedly.

With this jolt, the suit jacket that was originally covering Jonathan's head slid down along his curled-up silhouette, revealing half of the top star's face.

Out of professional habit as an artist manager, Jiang Songhe subconsciously turned off the phone navigation screen that clearly showed the starting and ending points, turned around and reached out to cover the person up completely again.

Jiang Songhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief when her knuckles accidentally touched Jonathan's forehead, and the temperature dropped a little. Before she could pull her hand away, Jonathan probably felt stuffy, and her silver hair was about to show itself again.

Jiang Songhe lifted him up, then Jonathan came out again; he lifted him up, then came out again…

"Huff." Jiang Songhe was still quite drunk, and his body twisted backward. Soon his neck ached, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.

The driver wasn't very good, but the after-sales service was quite comprehensive. He thoughtfully pulled a... plastic bag from the pocket of his vest? Jiang Songhe had seen this style in her own villa area; it was a common sight among the wealthy women walking their dogs.

"parking!"

-

Jiang Songhe, realizing he had nothing left to vomit, got out of the car and gagged twice. The designated driver watched Jiang Songhe open the car door from the roadside and get in from the middle row. He pursed his lips, turned around, and didn't say anything, but simply adjusted to a more focused driving position.

This Vito has undergone top-of-the-line modifications, making it a truly luxurious minivan. Presumably to facilitate short breaks for artists, the leather seats are very close together with almost no gaps, and the function touch panel has been moved from the usual center position to the side.

Jiang Songhe confirmed that Jonathan's head and face were well hidden, then reached over from a distance to find the backrest adjustment buttons. Tsk, the supposedly high-end features weren't up to par; you had to keep pressing the buttons for the chair back to recline.

The position of having only half of his body suspended in the air and using both hands and feet was not comfortable, so Jiang Songhe had no choice but to put his other hand on the back of the chair for support. Even though he knew that speed had nothing to do with the amount of force, he still pressed hard, trying to put more pressure on Youzai's joints.

Finally, after laying the person down, Jiang Songhe shook her sore and numb arms and was about to get up when she noticed that Jonathan was staring at her without blinking.

He got a jolt when he stared at him.

That eerie feeling of "staring intently but not seeing the person in front of you" returned. Jiang Songhe refused to admit that she was scared, so she asked Jonathan in an annoyed tone, "What are you up to now?"

Jonathan didn't answer, remained unresponsive, like a porcelain doll without batteries.

Something's not right.

Jiang Songhe's gaze unconsciously drifted to Jonathan's wrists, which were still tied behind his back. He hesitated, wondering whether to untie him first. Suddenly, he heard a short, rapid inhalation sound in his ear, sniffing and sniffing.

Jonathan sniffed Jiang Songhe's chest like a mole, getting closer and closer.

"?!"

Jiang Songhe instinctively tried to get up, but Jonathan grabbed his tie tightly. His hand, which was meant to help him, missed its target, and with a "thud," Jiang Songhe's upper body was pulled down and fell to Jonathan's side.

“Sir, are you okay…” The driver looked up sharply at the sound, but only saw two long legs, one straight and one bent, in the rearview mirror. He glared at them and stopped asking “Is it okay?” He then consciously looked away and drove carefully.

Jiang Songhe's left ribs slammed into the corner of the upright chair, and his wrist was also bruised from the inertia. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and groaned.

The driver wisely turned on the music and subtly turned the volume up to the maximum.

"You!" Jiang Songhe glared at Jonathan with a sharp look in his eyes. Jonathan was biting his tie and still didn't blink, but he had a somewhat aggrieved expression, like an abandoned puppy. Jiang Songhe's heart clenched for no reason. "Why are you crying again? I didn't do anything to you."

Something's not right.

The parts that could support Jiang Songhe to get up were all destroyed, so he was forced to squeeze together with Jonathan, staring at each other. The two of them were in an awkward position. Jonathan had his hands behind his back and his knees bent in a reverse H position, while Jiang Songhe was half-squatting and half-kneeling in a reverse Y position.

The slightest carelessness could lead to indescribable physical contact, so Jiang Songhe struggled to resist, trying her best to become a soft J.

Is that medicine contaminated with a curse?

Jiang Songhe's inner monologue (roaring version): "He should have just been left to fend for himself! This is chaos, all of this is fucking chaos!"

Completely exhausted, she called for a designated driver but received no response, and called Jonathan... but he couldn't "wake up" either. Jiang Songhe closed her eyes and recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, silently estimating the time it would take to escape this sea of ​​suffering.

"What is it about me that I'm not good enough?" Jonathan's voice came from the other end of the line.

"You're no good at anything." Jiang Songhe wanted to weld her eyelashes together.

"Why did you abandon me?" Jonah asked, his voice tumbling out like a machine reading aloud.

"Is this even human language?" Jiang Songhe opened her eyes, unable to bear it any longer.

Jonah's eyes were vacant, his thin lips parted like a fish out of water: "That day... that day if you hadn't left without saying goodbye, taking me with you, I wouldn't have been chasing after your shadow so desperately, I wouldn't have... wouldn't have been..."

He's like an AI system that hits a blind spot in its database, freezes, freezes, and then forces itself to shut down.

"Which day? What happened?"

Jiang Songhe shouldn't have felt any empathy for Jonathan. Perhaps it was because their brainwaves were too close and some kind of quantum entanglement had occurred. At this moment, he felt as if he was being pulled into a black hole, afraid that the end would lead to a tragic story, yet he couldn't help but keep asking questions.

Jonathan fell into a deep sleep and the connection was severed, leaving Jiang Songhe on the other end to frantically piece together the fragmented information about his relationship with Jonathan.

The groans emanating from the Diamond Ash artists' dressing room, the white man named Ryan, the drugs that made people obey, Jonah's stress response to his own punishment...

...

...

!!

Jiang Songhe gasped and offered a perfectly reasonable explanation for Jonathan's relentless provocation.

Jonah was retaliating against his indifference with a tit-for-tat approach.

Perhaps Jonathan never liked men, and even loathed them.

Perhaps Jonathan's unreasonable demands were made in order to make himself feel the same way.

Feeling humiliated by a man, feeling belittled by a man, feeling having your once peaceful life disrupted by a man...

What should I do? Should I make amends? Or should I play dumb?

This is tricky.

...

The deafening music stopped abruptly. The driver waved to the back of the car to indicate that the destination had been reached. He then got out of the car, went to the back, opened the trunk, and carefully took out the folding car.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful; he didn't dare utter a single extra word.

Jiang Songhe strained to straighten his neck, trying to meet the driver's gaze through the trunk: "You..."

The rear door had been closed at some point, and the creaking sound of pedaling, like someone rushing to their death, drifted further and further away through the car window.

"Give me a hand before you go, damn it!"