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Ying Zhao lifted his head somewhat puzzled upon hearing this.

He glanced at Situ Ran and tentatively called out: "Brother Ran?"

"Just Brother Ran?" The person opposite him seemed slightly baffled, prompting him to guide deliberately.

"Baby, don't you have any other nicknames for me usually?"

Hearing this, Ying Zhao mentally cursed the rogue; of course, he knew what his man wanted to be called by him.

He pretended to hesitate for a while, then lowered his eyelashes, softly calling out: "Old Gong."

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However, the moment these two words left his mouth, the expression on the man across transformed abruptly into a ferocious one.

His eyes, akin to a hawk's, were fixated on Ying Zhao, demanding, "Say it again!"

"Old, old top."

It seemed that he was frightened by the man across, Ying Zhao stuttered as he repeated the nickname.

Then, his corner of the mouth was fiercely seized.

Situ Ran couldn't resist giving the person beside him a passionate kiss.

It seemed this could be a way to vent the overflowing emotions within him.

Faced with their beloved addressing them in such a manner, anyone would feel a surge of bashful emotions.

Therefore, after a while, Situ Ran unsatisfiably demanded from Ying Zhao, "Call me that again!"

"Old top..."

"Say it one more time!"

...

The fierce man forced Ying Zhao to call him 'old top' countless times before he was barely satisfied, finding himself utterly enamored with the nickname.

Whenever he saw the young man across addressing him this way, he couldn't contain the acceleration of his heartbeat.

His baby was calling him old top! His baby belonged to him!

This realization ignited a warm flame in Situ Ran's heart, the joy on his face was utterly genuine.

He lowered his head and fervently kissed Ying Zhao's cheek twice.

Seeing the other party getting so embarrassed that they seemed on the verge of fainting, the man unconsciously sported a goofy smile.

"Baby, I love you!"

Situ Ran rubbed his nose against Ying Zhao's, unable to restrain the urge to express the profound love he harbored deep within his heart.

Even if there were no memories, his own heart would not deceive him.

He loved the young man before him, deeply loved him, willing to give everything for him.

But unexpectedly, after he uttered those words, the eyes of the person opposite him suddenly reddened.

Two streams of clear tears fell, leaving Situ Ran in utter panic.

Unsure of where he went wrong, he had upset his beloved and caused them sorrow.

More importantly, why after expressing his love,

Were there not only joy in the young man's eyes, but also a mixture of restrained pain and despair?

Seeing Ying Zhao in this state, Situ Ran felt an unbearable ache in his heart.

Kissing his beloved's cheek haphazardly, he gently cooed, "Baby, don't cry! Tell old top anything that's bothering you, okay?"

However, after he said this, the person beside him quickly wiped away the tears at the corners of their eyes.

Managing a forced smile, they stuttered, "No, nothing. I'm just too happy!"

After speaking, Ying Zhao wrapped his arms around Situ Ran's waist, burying his head in the man's chest, falling silent.

Seeing his lover's emotions stabilize, Situ Ran didn't press further, fearing it might agitate him anew.

Deep inside, he felt something wasn't quite right, suspecting the young man was hiding something from him.

However, since the other party didn't wish to speak, he needed to be a considerate partner.

The two embraced for a while before Ying Zhao led Situ Ran back to their room.

Although the man insisted he wasn't tired, Ying Zhao was still mindful of his lover's physical condition.

This time, when they returned to the room and Situ Ran settled down to rest,

Ying Zhao added a table in the room, moving in some basic laboratory equipment.

Thinking that in this way, he could see his love even while attending to daily work tasks.

Naturally, Situ Ran also yearned to have Ying Zhao in his sight at all times.

Being in the same room, even in silence, they found soulful satisfaction in each other's presence.

As dusk settled, Ying Zhao left to prepare dinner for Situ Ran.

After their usual medication and health check-up, darkness fully engulfed the scenery outside the window.

Tucking the man in with care, Ying Zhao reminded Situ Ran to have a good rest.

Hearing Ying Zhao's words, the man assumed he was about to leave for his own rest.

Although reluctant, he nodded and whispered a good night.

To his surprise, after settling him in, Ying Zhao didn't leave the room. Instead, he went to the changing room, donned a set of pajamas, and came back out.

Then, quite naturally, he lay down on a long sofa in the room.

Pulling over a blanket that had been placed there earlier, he closed his eyes, intending to sleep on the sofa.

Witnessing Ying Zhao's actions, Situ Ran exclaimed in surprise, "Baby, aren't you going back to your own room to sleep?"

Although it was a casual inquiry, the person opposite abruptly opened his eyes.

The young man sat up, clutching the corner of his blanket somewhat nervously, and loudly declared, "I'm not leaving!"

Then, perhaps realizing his reaction was somewhat over the top, the young man moderated his tone slightly.

He pleaded softly, "Please, don't make me leave, alright? Can I stay in the room with you?"

Seeing the plea in Ying Zhao's eyes, Situ Ran nodded subconsciously in agreement.

He wasn't sure why a simple remark from him could evoke such a significant reaction, but what he couldn't bear even more was the sight of his beloved looking at him with such vulnerable eyes.

Naturally, Situ Ran was more than willing to share a room with his significant other.

However, he couldn't bear to let his love sleep on the narrow and uncomfortable sofa.

Considering the fact that the bed he was currently sleeping on was rather large, he thought perhaps his lover was enduring this discomfort to avoid possibly hurting him.

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