In view of his symptoms, the doctor suggested that he start by looking at his past traumas and the people around him, and find an "antidote" that could help him recover as soon as possible.
But Mu Yanshi was unwilling to do so.
He would rather stay in seclusion in his studio and endure the torture when his illness strikes than look for it.
Because he didn't believe that such a person existed.
Why waste time?
This matter was a secret to him, not even his only relative, his grandfather, knew about it.
The grandfather is old, and if he knew that his grandson was sick, he would inevitably be worried.
The old man forced him to appear on a dating show, so he immediately consulted a psychologist and got some medicine.
At least it would allow him to behave like a normal person during this month of confined life.
This struggle to maintain normalcy collapsed when it first came into contact with Fu Yu's skin.
All the cells in my body relaxed, as if I were soaking in a hot spring. All the tension, anxiety, and depression disappeared in an instant.
There was very little dust on Fu Yu's face, so it was wiped clean quickly.
When your fingertips leave the delicate skin, it's like a traveler losing his navigation.
Flames suddenly burst out from within the body and ran everywhere, unable to find a way out.
He could only hold on to the piece of paper tightly, relying only on the remaining breath on it to keep going.
When he saw Fu Yu almost sitting down to eat with other male guests, his head buzzed and jealousy and anger were instantly ignited.
The familiar burning sensation came again.
He pulled out a chair next to him, hoping to escape the torture by smelling Fu Yu's scent.
He never expected that the girl would smile at him with curved eyebrows, put her palms on his abdominal muscles, and explore them gently.
His performance was calm and flawless.
But his heart had already turned into a pool of water, and all the nerves in his body seemed to be concentrated on the small piece of skin that was touched by Fu Yu.
It turns out to be such a comfortable feeling.
What a miserable life he had led before, a life worse than death!
The little girl is a tool in the romance show and must flirt with people everywhere according to the rules.
What kind of tool man?!
Fu Yu is his medicine, his only medicine.
He had to love her.
Mu's is the largest sponsor of the show. He wants Fu Yu, and Fu Yu is his chosen CP.
Mu Yanshi wished to hold Fu Yu in his arms all the time and not allow anyone to get close to him.
But he also knew that Fu Yu had just experienced harassment from a scumbag.
If he showed too much impatience, it would scare her.
"If I said I was sick, would you believe me?"
Mu Yanshi gently hugged Fu Yu and said, "I have a very strange disease. When it occurs, I must touch a specific person to relieve the symptoms."
"That particular person is you."
Mu Yanshi carefully considered his words, wondering how to express himself so that he wouldn't sound like a lecherous pervert.
"Ding Dong, Su's current mission progress is 1/3."
An artificial voice sounded in Fu Yu's sea of consciousness.
This strategy mission no longer requires the male protagonist's favorability, but requires the male protagonist to actively reveal three secrets about him.
At present, the first secret ton has been collected.
When Fu Yuqi hugged Mu Yan, he wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his whole body in his arms.
"I see. Is Brother Mu feeling better now?"
"Um."
Mu Yanshi's throat felt inexplicably itchy.
His insatiable nature resurfaced.
Just hugging him didn't seem to satisfy him.
He wanted... a kiss.
Like last time, she pressed her soft lips against his skin.
No, that's not enough.
More.
More.