Chapter 2 Sharing a Bed
“…”
Shen Ci paused and frowned.
In this kind of game, in order to prevent the attacker from taking excessive actions and crossing the bottom line of the attacker, a safe word is often agreed upon in advance. When one person says the safe word, the other must stop and end the game to ensure safety.
But that's how most people play.
But who is Xie Yu? He is the top second-generation rich man in Jiangcheng, a young master who has been domineering since childhood. When he plays games, he is the only one who gets tired of it and stops first. How can others have any say?
Shen Ci wondered if this was a new game that Master Xie had come up with on a whim. He cast his gaze on Xie Yu's face, trying to find clues from his expression, but Xie Yu was just lazily lying on the sofa, his long legs casually curled up, his expression calm, and even with a smile on his lips, looking like a cynical second-generation rich kid, with no signs of anything.
Xie Yu let him look at him: "How about it, does Assistant Shen have any favorite words?"
Shen Ci retracted his gaze and said calmly: “It’s up to you.”
"Follow me? Then I have to think about it carefully." Xie Yu supported his chin and glanced out the window casually. At this time, the sun was setting and there was a red-gold fire cloud in the southwest.
Although most of the original novel is mosaic, there are still some descriptions of the environment. For example, when Shen Ci walked into the room, the author drew a line outside the floor-to-ceiling window, saying that "the setting sun melted gold, and the evening clouds merged into one." When the two were sleeping, it described "the stars are dotted, and the night is getting darker." In other words, this time they will do it from dusk to dark.
It was just past six o'clock and there was still an hour before dark, so he had to buy some time.
Xie Yu seemed to be in deep thought as he chose slowly.
"Well, first of all, the word can't be too common, such as 'don't' or 'can'. These are too common. If you say them, I can't tell whether you really can't stand it or it's just a taste. Secondly, the word can't be too complicated, otherwise when the time comes, you may not have the energy to read it out. Um... we have to find a compromise."
Shen Ci: “…”
He twirled his fingertips uncomfortably.
Xie Yu was happy to waste time by talking nonsense. He and Shen Ci kept a distance of several meters, never crossing the line. He was as conservative as a gentleman who abides by the rules, but his words became more and more inappropriate. Safe words are obviously a private matter, but Xie Yu took on the attitude of a student writing a paper. Nothing was right, and nothing was wrong, and he had to eliminate them one by one, as if he was not discussing safe words with a pet, but naming a child.
Xie Yu analyzed and summarized in an orderly manner, and finally decided: "In short, we need an unusual word with a short pronunciation."
He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Ci: “Assistant Shen, do you have any comments?”
Shen Ci: “…”
Who would have a problem with this kind of thing?
He said nothing.
Xie Yu was not surprised at all, as Shen Ci in the novel was just like that, good-looking on the outside but actually very cold-hearted and stubborn, and he would never cooperate outside of the contract.
The original owner was disgusted by his noble character that was brought up in the slums, and wanted to crush this hard bone into pieces, carve it into an ornament, and play with it in his hands, which is why he tortured him over and over again.
Shen Ci didn't say anything, so Xie Yu simply spoke for him. Master Xie looked around and set his sights on the porcelain vase in the hotel's glass cabinet. It was a delicate blue and white vase with a simple and slender shape. There was a circle of green lotus patterns wrapped around the bottle. It looked elegant and dignified. In terms of temperament, it was a bit like Shen Ci in front of him.
So Xie Yu asked: "Porcelain, is porcelain good? It is easy to pronounce and is not commonly used."
Shen Ci said nothing. His gaze had originally been outside the window, but now it returned to Xie Yu's face, as if he was considering what new ideas this second-generation rich man had.
Xie Yu leaned forward: "Speak."
Shen Ci: “…Okay.”
Silence fell between the two again.
At this time, Shen Ci wanted to take off his shirt but didn't, with most of the buttons undone, exposing his cold white skin, which gave him goose bumps. He didn't pull it up, but just stood there quietly, like a lifeless commodity.
Xie Yu glanced at the French window.
There were large patches of fiery clouds in the sky, and there were still twenty minutes before sunset, so we had to delay.
It was no use trying to force a conversation. He and Shen Ci didn't have much to talk about, and they couldn't talk for more than twenty minutes. Xie Yu estimated the time and simply took out his cell phone to make a call.
The sudden ringing of the bell exploded in the room. Shen Ci trembled slightly and turned around. Xie Yuze stood up and walked to the cupboard and whispered something. The bedroom was large and they were far away from each other. They couldn't hear each other clearly. They could only vaguely hear "yes, yes, yes" and "come to my room."
Shen Ci was standing there quietly, but when he heard this, he suddenly looked up, clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, and looked at Xie Yu in disbelief.
Xie Yu was still on the phone: "Yes, yes, yes, 2301, the master suite on the top floor."
He looked up and happened to see Shen Ci’s pale face, and couldn’t help asking: “What’s wrong?”
Shen Ci pinched the hem of his clothes, so hard that he could see the blue veins on his wrists. He tried his best to calm down: "No, no."
Xie Yu asked: "No? What no?"
Shen Ci closed his eyes, his body tensed, his body trembled slightly, even his fingertips began to shake, he seemed to be extremely embarrassed: “… Just you, no more people.”
At the same time, Xie Yu asked: "No green onions or no coriander?"
They looked at each other.
Xie Yu was at a loss: "Ah"
He was on the phone, and the other end of the phone was also talking, and the volume was not low, so he didn't hear clearly what Shen Ci said, and asked: "Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Xie Yu really didn't expect there would be a multiplayer game, but there were still 20 minutes left, and he thought it was no use for the two of them to waste time, so he called the hotel to order food and ordered a few dishes according to his own taste. It wasn't that he deliberately ignored Shen Ci's taste, but he estimated that even if he asked, Shen Ci wouldn't tell him, so he simply helped order, but he didn't expect him to say no directly.
Xie Yu didn’t hear it clearly, but he thought that Shen Ci probably meant “I don’t eat”.
He thought to himself: "As expected of a future big shot and the protagonist of a novel, this poor man has quite a picky taste."
In the novel, Shen Ci's family is not well off. He usually eats in the cafeteria for only five or ten yuan. The dishes he eats are like tofu with green onions and water spinach with garlic paste, which are all leaves and grass, with no meat. Xie Yu thought he was not picky about food and would eat whatever was given to him.
He changed his mind and thought: It's okay to be picky. The original owner is very rich. It's not that he can't afford to support me if I'm a little picky about food.
Xie Yu handed over the phone: "Then you order."
Shen Ci: “…”
He hesitated, but his tense muscles slowly relaxed. He took the phone in silence. A sweet female voice rang out from the other end of the line: "Hello, sir, what would you like to eat? Our hotel is famous for its French desserts, and our chef has won many international honors. I recommend black truffle mousse and vanilla korraglioni..."
Shen Ci felt it was absurd.
He was struggling with how to overcome the shame and take off his clothes, while the other person was talking about black truffle mousse and vanilla korragli.
The dishes recommended on the phone were all expensive dishes. Shen Ci did not reply immediately. He just looked at Xie Yu with a weird expression and asked without thinking: "Let me eat?"
Xie Yu: "Of course, why not."
It was a purely subconscious reaction, but as soon as he said it, he knew it was wrong.
Young Master Xie is picky and has a slight obsession with mysophobia. He won't allow anyone to have dinner with him before staying overnight.
But the words were out, and Xie Yu couldn’t swallow them back, so he waved his hand, signaling Shen Ci to order.
The staff on the other end of the phone was still chattering about the introductions, and Shen Ci casually ordered two and stopped talking.
Ten minutes later, the staff knocked on the door with a cart and put the food on the table. Xie Yu motioned for Shen Ci to sit down, and then began to swipe the original owner's phone.
The original owner was a second-generation rich man, and his circle was also full of second-generation rich men. His chat software had a top group chat called the F1 Group. At this time, there were more than 99 messages. Xie Yu clicked on it and saw that someone was @ing him.
He Zhiyuan: "@Xie Shao, did you get that academic guy you were interested in?"
He Zhiyuan: "What does it taste like? It looks really good. The temperament is really noble. I have never had sex with a student from a prestigious university. Xie Shao is really lucky."
He Zhiyuan: "When Young Master Xie gets tired of playing, let me have a taste too?"
Xie Yu said nothing.
The second-generation rich man’s friends are also a group of second-generation rich men. They speak dirty words and are annoying. He was about to turn off his phone when another message popped up.
Li Yang: "Oh, there is a new target. It seems that Master Xie will not be online in the game tonight?"
Xie Yu then typed: "Online."
The group is full of rich second-generation friends. Li Yang is a relatively normal one among them. His hobby is playing games. He can't find teammates on weekdays, so he drags Xie Yu to play. Xie Yu is worried about not having anything to do at night, so he agrees immediately.
After he finished his meal and put on his headphones, he lay down on the sofa without paying any attention to Shen Ci. He was fully focused on playing the game until ten o'clock, when he yawned and stood up shakily.
Shen Ci watched him walk into the bathroom.
Through a layer of frosted glass, the sound of water could be heard. Xie Yu finished his shower and came out wrapped in a bathrobe: "Go take a shower."
These are the few lines in the original text that have not been blocked.
He looked over Shen Ci, from head to toe: "You should know what to do."
Shen Ci paused for a moment, then he stood up and walked into the bathroom, his face expressionless. After the bathroom door closed, completely blocking Xie Yu's sight, he leaned his back against the cold wall and closed his eyes silently.
In this suite of more than 200 square meters, only this bathroom can temporarily accommodate Shen Ci's collapse.
But even so, he didn't dare, and couldn't delay too long. After silently calming down his emotions, Shen Ci raised his hand and pressed the shower head. Hot water poured down from the top of his head, pouring on his skin, and the water splashed. Only then did Shen Ci realize that his hand holding the shower head was shaking.
After all, the person sitting outside the door is definitely not a good person.
Xie Yu, the young master, loves to play, and he plays particularly fancy. Everyone in the upper class of Jiangcheng knows him, but Shen Ci has never been involved in this circle before, and has never thought of being involved with Xie Yu. All his achievements, pride, and even dignity along the way are as light as a piece of paper in front of Xie Yu, and he can step on it at any time and crush it into mud with his shoes.
On the other side of the wall, Xie Yu was looking through Shen Ci’s medical examination report.
According to the description in the novel, on the day the agreement was drafted, Xie Yu asked the other party to go for a physical examination, but Shen Ci did not cooperate and continued to work and go to get out of class as usual. Xie Yu asked someone to park a Bentley directly in front of the laboratory door, looking like he would not give up, which attracted a lot of onlookers. Shen Ci could not bear it and reluctantly lowered his head and went to the hospital.
As he flipped through the pages, he found something shocking.
Shen Ci's physical condition has been in a sub-healthy state all year round, suffering from insomnia and anemia. Xie Yu even suspected that a cold would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Control." Xie Yu called the system based on the blood test data, "Are you sure that the protagonist can survive so many mosaics with his physical condition? Will playing with these two letters turn it into a murder scene?"
The system doesn't care: "Don't worry, host. The protagonists are very resistant to hardships."
You definitely won’t die, so as for feeling pain…if the protagonist of a sadomasochistic novel doesn’t feel pain, can it still be called a sadomasochistic novel?
Xie Yu: “…”
He glanced sideways and said, "Damn, what kind of organization are you guys from?"
Dead pervert?
At this moment, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Xie Yu stuffed the documents into the bedside table, closed the door, and pretended nothing had happened.
Shen Ci put on his body-covering clothes, buttoned them up to his collarbone, and carefully straightened out every wrinkle in front of the mirror - as if wrapping his body in the faded white cloth gave him a sense of security, and then he lowered his eyes and opened the door.
Now that things have come to this, there is no point in escaping.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his expression to be calm. Then he walked to the bed and looked at Xie Yu lying on the bed.
Then, he paused.
The arrogant young master of the Xie family quietly buried his face in the quilt, half of his face rubbing against the pillow, revealing a furry head. The arrogance he had during the day faded away, and he looked surprisingly gentle.
He fell asleep.
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Shen Ci stared at Xie Yu's sleeping face in silence for a long time, then walked to the bedside and raised his hand to turn off the lights.
He sat down on the sofa beside him, leaned against the sofa pillow and closed his eyes.
On the other side, Young Master Xie, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, was bargaining with the system.
System: "Well, let me see. All non-mosaic lines have been performed. The protagonist feels humiliated and uneasy. The key mission node has been completed. The basic score is 80... Additional unnecessary lines have been added, and 40 points have been deducted... The overall evaluation is 40 points."
"Wait." Xie Yu interrupted, "What unnecessary lines did I add?"
System: "There is no safe word in the original text. This behavior goes against the character setting."
“No.” Xie Yu thought: “As I recall, the original owner was a rich second-generation who was extremely “professional” in special games?”
System: “Yes.”
"Under normal circumstances, should there be a safe word for this game?"
System: “…Yes?”
"As a professional, he must have the corresponding professional qualities, so he should agree on a safe word?"
system:"……"
The system thought carefully, and finally gave in: “Okay, then deduct twenty. You know, you shouldn’t ask Shen Ci about his taboos.”
This point is indeed irrefutable, Xie Yu nodded in agreement.
The two reached an agreement, and the system turned off and shut down. After a long argument, Xie Yu also felt a little sleepy. He rested his head on his arm and thought about the subsequent plot, but suddenly he heard a suppressed cough coming from the sofa next to him.
Xie Yu looked to the side in the moonlight.
Shen Ci rested his forehead on the sofa cushion, his back arched, one hand against the backrest, the other hand on his throat, as if he was trying his best to suppress the sound in his throat.
The sofa was for one person, and Chen Ci was tall and slender, so he could only curl up his legs, moving like a curled-up shrimp. The hotel's central air conditioning was set to a very low temperature, and he was only wearing a thin shirt that was mostly soaked with sweat. He was shivering at this moment, trying his best to suppress the sound in his throat, and only a little bit of it escaped.
It must be very uncomfortable to swallow all the sounds of coughing.
Xie Yu hesitated whether to pretend to sleep, but he felt the person next to him coughing more and more violently, and his whole back began to tremble.
Xie Yu: “…”
He estimated the system's evaluation criteria, then reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
Shen Ci’s back stiffened.
Xie Yu turned over and sat up, cursing with a cold face: "It's the middle of the night, can't you let me sleep?"
Shen Ci lowered his eyes: "Sorry, I will restrain myself."
"You can't control yourself!" Xie Yu looked at Shen Ci and grabbed the pillow irritably: "Why are you on the sofa? Who told you to sleep on the sofa? Why don't you get up here?"
“…”
Shen Ci paused, but said nothing in the end. He half sat up and began to unbutton his clothes with his eyes lowered.
Xie Yu raised his eyelids: "What are you taking off? Just come up."
Shen Ci froze, his fingers gathered around his cuffs, his expression inexplicable: “I don’t have many good clothes.”
Xie Yu: “……?”
He didn’t understand the logic here, but he saw Shen Ci smile self-deprecatingly and said, “Forget it, let’s just leave it at that.”
He climbed onto the bed from the other side, knelt on the bed wearing only a shirt, as if waiting for something.
After a thousand twists and turns, Xie Yu had an incredible thought: "Does he think I want to tear his clothes off?"
The system popped up silently: "For the original owner, this is indeed a routine operation."
Xie Yu: “…”
He turned his back to Shen Ci, pretending to be sleepy, and said impatiently: "I told you to come up, so come up. You're coughing in the middle of the night, making so much noise that I've lost all my sleep."
Chen Ci paused, then lay down on the other side. This was a big bed of nearly two meters. Xie Yu slept alone on one side, with no intention of sleeping with him. He hesitated whether to take the initiative to go over, but saw Xie Yu throw a piece of quilt over him and cover him head and face.
Master Xie's voice sounded like a dream: "It's so late, go to bed."
He paused.
He pulled at a corner of the quilt. The quilt was very wide. Even though they were lying flat on both sides of the bed with a dividing line between them, it didn't seem crowded. The evenly spaced part of the quilt covered him loosely and carried Xie Yu's body temperature, which was surprisingly warm.
He tensed his body and waited for Xie Yu's next instruction, but Xie Yu turned over and heard heavy breathing.
Xie Yu seemed to have fallen asleep again.
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