How can it be so fragile?

If Lu Zhiyan hadn't mentioned it, Song Zicheng would have truly been unaware that the rapid disappearance of his online information was Lu Zhiyan's doing. Song Zicheng was indeed somewhat surprised by Lu Zhiyan's actions, surprised that Lu Zhiyan would help him, and surprised that Lu Zhiyan could resolve the matter in such a short time.

But this genuine gratitude was mixed with a hint of doubt and confusion. His privacy had been violated, his old, dilapidated apartment building had been exposed, and so many people were staking out downstairs. He had no home to return to, and with no other options in the short term, he could only bring his younger brother to stay here temporarily.

A scrutinizing glint suddenly appeared in Song Zicheng's originally sincere eyes. He narrowed his eyes, looked away, and stared at the piece of white tofu in the bowl, his eyes darting around as if he were thinking about something.

He wasn't the type to make malicious assumptions about others. Even though he had encountered many embarrassing things and annoying people over the past three years, he remained indifferent to these people and events, and naturally wouldn't take things that weren't related to his life to heart.

But looking at Lu Zhiyan, who was only a few steps away from him and had threatened and tempted him, Song Zicheng couldn't help but think to himself that it was possible that all of this was planned in advance, just to lure him step by step into the hunter's trap.

Even if that were the case, Song Zicheng had no other choice. In front of Lu Zhiyan, he always had no options and no way out.

It was rare for Song Zicheng to have so much time to spend with Song Zian, or perhaps the unfamiliar environment and people made Song Zian a little nervous. All day long, Song Zian was very clingy. After washing the dishes and cleaning up the trash, Song Zicheng stayed in Song Zian's small room until after nine o'clock when Song Zian fell asleep. Only then did he tiptoe to turn off the light and close the door.

When he came out, he glanced at the study, which was dark, and then at the master bedroom, where a bright light shone through the crack in the door, adding a bit of brightness to the dark corridor.

Song Zicheng only glanced at it briefly. Just as he walked past the master bedroom door and was about to go to the guest bedroom, a faint beam of light suddenly appeared behind him.

"Come here." Lu Zhiyan's voice came from behind.

Song Zicheng paused on the doorknob, his long fingers tightening slightly before slowly releasing. Under Lu Zhiyan's gaze, he entered the master bedroom.

Song Zicheng had barely stepped in when Lu Zhiyan slammed him against the door. The process was so sudden that Song Zicheng hadn't expected it at all. Lu Zhiyan's grip was also quite strong, and with a loud "bang," Song Zicheng was pressed tightly against the door.

The force was so strong that Song Zicheng felt a burning pain in his back. Just when he thought he might get a bump on his head, he didn't feel any pain from the back of his head. Instead, he felt a soft touch.

It turned out that Lu Zhiyan's hand was supporting the back of his head.

Being pinned against the door was truly unpleasant. Even though he was wearing a soft sweater, in order to accommodate Lu Zhiyan, Song Zicheng's head was forced upwards, and his arms could only be curled up and pressed against Lu Zhiyan's chest. His legs were pushed apart by Lu Zhiyan's legs, stuck in the middle, making it impossible for him to move. Despite being a tall man of 1.8 meters, he felt like a cat being held in someone's arms.

In Lu Zhiyan's eyes, Song Zicheng, dressed in a soft white sweater, looked just like a little white rabbit. His slightly reddened eyes, wide with fright, the blush on his face when he was kissed, and the muffled groans that were enough to captivate the soul—all these signs made Lu Zhiyan's heart race and made him want to do something even more outrageous to the person in front of him.

That's what he thought, and that's exactly what he did. He pushed the hand that was behind Song Zicheng's head forward a little more, and with his other hand he held Song Zicheng's slender and strong waist. His slightly narrowed eyes slowly closed in ecstasy, and he gradually deepened the kiss.

Since the start of this transaction, Song Zicheng has lost count of how many times Lu Zhiyan has kissed him like this, but no matter how many times, he is not used to it. There is always a different feeling in his heart, especially in the face of such a kiss, he is powerless to resist, nor dare to resist.

Just as he was about to run out of breath, Lu Zhiyan released him at the right moment. Before he could even react from the deep kiss, he was already lying on the soft bed, staring blankly at the dazzling and beautiful lamp above him.

Although he had been in this apartment for some time, this was the first time he had lain on Lu Zhiyan's bed. Smelling the citrus scent emanating from the blankets, Song Zicheng couldn't help but feel nervous.

The room was cold and quiet, the bed was large and soft, and the night was still. It was a peaceful environment, but sometimes faint and sometimes loud breathing and slapping sounds could be heard. The sounds were heart-wrenching, as if urgent, as if in pain, and as if in a blissful descent.

As the voice grew louder and more urgent, Song Zicheng, who was swaying precariously, still retained a sliver of reason. He opened his somewhat chapped lips, his voice hoarse and tinged with a muffled groan: "Quiet down, keep your voice down, Zi'an, Zi'an—"

Lu Zhiyan interrupted him: "Baby, this room is very soundproof. Even if you shout your lungs out, Zian won't hear you."

Before Song Zicheng could reply, he was enveloped by waves of pleasure and intense stimulation. The light above his head flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. It was clearly close at hand, but to Song Zicheng, it seemed very, very far away, so far that he hadn't had time to see it clearly before he gradually drifted off to sleep.

When Song Zicheng woke up, he was alone in the room. He weakly lifted his eyelids and opened his eyes to look around. The light above his head had been changed at some point and was not as bright as the one from last night. Wait, why is this bed smaller than last night's and not as soft? Song Zicheng's mind went blank for a few seconds before he realized that this was his guest room.

Last night, Lu Zhiyan had been tossing and turning for too long, and Song Zicheng had long since lost consciousness. He was sleeping soundly and didn't know when Lu Zhiyan had taken him back to the guest room. It might have been after the night ended, or it might have been early this morning. He only vaguely felt as if someone was holding him. He thought he was dreaming, but now it seemed that it was not a dream, but reality.

The curtains inside were drawn tightly, perhaps because they were of such high quality that they blocked out all the light, making the guest room dim. Song Zicheng didn't know what time it was. He didn't have the strength to get up and look, nor did he have the strength to search for anything. He lay flat on the bed, his hand groping haphazardly across the blanket beside him. After groping around several times, he finally found his phone lying to the side.

He thought it was still early, but when he looked down, it was already past eleven o'clock. Song Zicheng was so shocked that he threw off the covers and got out of bed. As soon as he moved, the discomfort from his lower body reminded him of the intensity and madness of last night.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up in Lu Zhiyan's room, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain to his younger brother when he opened the door.

His body was completely dry, indicating that Lu Zhiyan had cleaned him up afterward last night. Song Zicheng initially felt this was a very private matter that he should handle himself, and that's what he thought, and that's what he actually said. However, aside from the first time he cleaned himself, he hadn't done it himself each time afterward.

Lu Zhiyan seemed to be very enthusiastic about this matter. Even though Song Zicheng was unwilling and tried to refuse in every way, Lu Zhiyan did not give him a chance to refuse. Later, he would always faint halfway through and naturally did not remember this matter. Over time, he seemed to have gotten used to it.

Song Zicheng dressed and walked to the window, pulling the curtains shut. The warm sunlight he had imagined shining on his face did not appear. Instead, gusts of wind howled past his ears, the sound sharp and piercing like hundreds of whistles sounding at the same time.

Everything in front of me was covered with a layer of white snow. The rooftops, trees, and benches in the community were all covered with a thick layer of snow. It seemed that a heavy snow had quietly fallen last night without Song Zicheng noticing. Even now, snowflakes were still falling in the air, blown sideways by the wind, one after another, making it hard to keep up.

The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times. Song Zicheng glanced at it and saw that it was Lu Zhiyan calling. He answered the call without hesitation.

"Awake?" Lu Zhiyan's voice came through the phone to Song Zicheng.

"Um."

"Someone will deliver the food in five minutes."

"Okay, I understand."

The phone call, which lasted less than thirty seconds and consisted of only four sentences, came and went quickly. Song Zicheng didn't say much or ask any questions. Since the start of this deal, as long as Lu Zhiyan's words and actions didn't cross Song Zicheng's bottom line, as long as they didn't involve Song Zian, Jiang Yuebai, or Ling Chu, Song Zicheng would obediently comply.

Accepting Lu Zhiyan's arrangements and doing what Lu Zhiyan ordered was as if he had to obey Lu Zhiyan's every command. Song Zicheng was not without objections, but even if he voiced them, it would not only be of no use, but there would also be some unexpected punishment, which would be a loss for Song Zicheng.

It was a forced and unwilling transaction to begin with. A wise man knows when to yield, and he didn't need to upset Lu Zhiyan. He did need to rely on Lu Zhiyan, his resources, and his connections to treat his brother's illness.

Song Zicheng stood by the window for a while until he heard someone knocking on the door before he came out of the room. The delivery man was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He might have been sent by the restaurant, or he might have been sent by Lu Zhiyan. Who knows? The man seemed a little surprised when he first saw him. Maybe he had also seen the trending topic online. But in just a second, the expression on his face returned to normal.

Song Zicheng accepted the lunch with both hands and said thank you. The uncle politely replied, "Enjoy your meal."

It was only when Song Zicheng opened the bag that he saw the restaurant's name. The few words reminded him of the first time he had dinner with Lu Zhiyan. He felt awkward and uncomfortable then, and he still felt awkward now.

When the dishes were opened, Song Zicheng stood there dumbfounded. Turtle soup, chicken, beef... all of them were high-protein foods. Apart from the box of fresh fruit slices, everything in front of him seemed to be reminding him that he needed to replenish his body.

Just then, Lu Zhiyan sent him a message that seemed to come from nowhere: "Take good care of yourself."

Damn it!

Song Zicheng rolled his eyes, speechless, and suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. He inexplicably remembered what Lu Zhiyan had said to him last night when he was almost asleep.

"She's about to faint so quickly, how can she be so fragile?"