Chapter 169: The Professor’s Rebate System Has Been Monopolized by the Poor Thing (13)

Chapter 169: The Professor's Rebate System Has Been Monopolized by the Poor Thing (13)

As soon as Ning Xiuping thought about the strange system in his mind having seen the young man's body, jealousy flared up from deep within him, quickly consuming him.

"You should die."

He muttered.

Rebate System: "Hey, host, I’m your little cutie!"

The Rebate System felt a deep sense of injustice. All I saw were two stick figures kneeling and falling over. Why should I deserve to die?

Unless it got caught stealing energy from the heavens, it definitely shouldn't deserve to die.

Ning Xiuping smirked, "You saw A'Chu's body."

Rebate System: "Don't you humans all look the same?"

"Just a head and four limbs—what’s so special about that?"

Ning Xiuping's eyes narrowed slightly, and the jealousy in his heart lessened a bit.

"What did you see exactly?"

The Rebate System drew two stick figures in Ning Xiuping's mind, "Like this."

The two stick figures were identical, except for their height. Other than that, there was no discernible difference.

Ning Xiuping felt relieved.

Good, only I’ve seen A'Chu’s body.

Rebate System: "Host, are you trying to impress me?"

"Then you’ll need to spend more on the mission target. With enough energy, I can build the module."

Ning Xiuping ignored the Rebate System.

Although the Rebate System wasn't human and didn't even have a physical form, in that moment, jealousy and anger still surged within him.

His A'Chu could only be seen by him.

The Rebate System continued to chatter, "Host, or you could quickly increase the mission target's favorability. The higher the favorability, the more cashback you get."

Ning Xiuping shut off the shower, his voice cold.

"Shut up."

Rebate System: "..."

It obediently fell silent.

Ning Xiuping finished tidying up the bathroom and walked out.

The young man was already fast asleep in bed.

Ning Xiuping moved quietly, turned off the bedroom light, and then quietly got into bed.

The young man was sleeping right next to him, soft and radiating warmth.

The events from earlier replayed in his mind, making his body feel warm.

Ning Xiuping gazed intently at Song Chuyi's back, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

But sleep eluded him.

After what felt like an eternity, he opened his eyes and slowly inched closer to Song Chuyi.

He reached out with his large hand and wrapped it around Song Chuyi's waist, pulling him into his arms.

Song Chuyi, who was still wide awake, had a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips and shifted his hips backward, allowing Ning Xiuping to hold him more comfortably.

As soon as he moved, Ning Xiuping lost control of his urges.

A wave of heat washed over him, and he pinched his thigh hard to regain control.

"A'Chu," he whispered into Song Chuyi's ear, just a little closer and he could have kissed his earlobe.

But he didn't, only softly saying, "Sweet dreams, A'Chu."

He held Song Chuyi in one arm while the other hand rested on his thigh, ready to give it a hard pinch at any slight wrong move.

This masochistic method of calming himself gradually brought him peace, and he fell into slumber.

After detecting that Ning Xiuping had fallen asleep, Song Chuyi carefully turned over, lightly pecked the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Big idiot."

With a contented smile, he snuggled closer to Ning Xiuping's chest, then closed his eyes in satisfaction, before pulling Xiaotong into his consciousness to watch TV.

The next day, the inner side of Ning Xiuping's thigh was bruised a dark purple from all the pinching.

But he acted as if nothing had happened and continued his usual work as normal.

When people are busy, they tend to forget their distractions, and Ning Xiuping was no exception.

Recently, his experiments had been going very smoothly, and success brought him motivation.

With Song Chuyi, his capable assistant, Ning Xiuping felt like everything was going his way now.

After working intensely for a month, Ning Xiuping fell ill.

His fever spiked to 39 degrees, leaving him too weak to even get out of bed.

When Song Chuyi realized Ning Xiuping had a fever, he felt both angry and amused. It was the first time he had seen such a weak villain.

Ning Xiuping actually had a fever.

Song Chuyi fed him some fever medicine and used physical cooling methods to bring down the temperature.

The fever subsided, but Ning Xiuping's mind seemed a bit fried.

Lying in bed, he stared intently at Song Chuyi, his hand reaching out as if trying to grasp something.

Song Chuyi picked up the water glass beside him and placed it in Ning Xiuping's hand.

"Have some water."

Ning Xiuping stared at Song Chuyi's lips and licked his own.

"Feed me by mouth."

His voice was weak from the fever, but his tone was commanding.

Without his glasses, his eyes were like a vast, endless sky, glowing only when they met his gaze.

Song Chuyi burst out laughing.

"Ning, do you know what you're saying?"

Ning Xiuping didn't know.

He felt like he'd been dreaming for hours.

In the dream, he held him close, kissed him, and even went further than that.

His thoughts were foggy, and when he woke up, watching the young man busily taking care of him, the dream seemed to become reality.

Deep down, he felt that they were meant to be this close, to kiss and hold each other like this.

They should embrace passionately, kiss intimately, and love each other until death.

A'Chu belonged to him. That was the only thought echoing in his mind at that moment.

He couldn't stop staring at his lips, nor could he control his heart from wanting to get closer to him.

Ning Xiuping gazed at Song Chuyi, lost in thought.

After waiting and seeing no response, Song Chuyi laughed even harder.

"Don't regret it when you're feeling better, okay?"

He teased, picked up the water glass, took a sip, and then leaned in to kiss him.

The water slowly passed into Ning Xiuping's mouth.

Ning Xiuping had neither kissed nor been fed water like this before.

Not knowing how to catch the water passed by the young man, some of it dripped down, following his Adam's apple.

As his throat bobbed, the trace of water disappeared into his collar, out of sight.

Song Chuyi withdrew with an unsteady breath, his chest heaving slightly.

"More?"

Ning Xiuping softly responded with a "Yeah."

Ning Xiuping finished the whole glass of water this way.

After letting go of Ning Xiuping, Song Chuyi touched his own lips, which seemed a little swollen.

"Man, you sure take your time drinking."

Just as he was about to put down the glass, he heard Ning Xiuping say, "More."

Though his voice was weak, his tone was firm.

"No more water," Song Chuyi said. "You drank a lot just now, rest for a bit and drink again later."

Ning Xiuping went quiet.

Just as Song Chuyi was about to give up on him saying anything, Ning Xiuping's voice broke the silence.

"I want a kiss."

Time seemed to stop. Song Chuyi’s mind went blank. What?!

If anyone else had been in the room, he would’ve sworn those words came from someone else!

He half-expected the Rebate System had fried Ning Xiuping's brain.

When Song Chuyi didn’t respond, Ning Xiuping pursed his lips.

He reached out, gripping Song Chuyi’s wrist, his other hand cradling the back of Song Chuyi’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss.