Chapter 172: The Professor’s Rebate System Is Now Managed by the Poor Thing (16)

Chapter 172: The Professor's Rebate System Is Now Managed by the Poor Thing (16)

During the two years Ning Xiuping was away, Song Chuyi had been living pretty freely.

It was tough not seeing Ning Xiuping, but knowing he was serving the country made it easier to handle.

Every month, the government gave him a hefty stipend. He didn’t need to work and lived comfortably, so life was pretty easy.

But it got pretty boring after a while.

Every now and then, he’d think about Ning Xiuping.

When he was really bored, he’d pull out the recordings he’d made earlier and listen to them.

Every time he heard Ning Xiuping say he loved him, his heart felt full and content.

But… as satisfying as it was,

He didn’t want to risk injuring his fragile waist.

Love should be gentle, controlled, and considerate.

Not like this, getting pinned down on the lounge chair the moment they met.

“Wait,” Song Chuyi said, pressing down on Ning Xiuping’s shoulder. “Can we talk first?”

Ning Xiuping buried his neck in Song Chuyi’s neck, greedily sniffing his scent.

“So sweet.”

Ning Xiuping was overcome with excitement; every part of him wanted to be close to Song Chuyi.

Nothing could make up for the past two years better than being completely connected with him.

Ning Xiuping was like a starved wolf, tearing into his prey.

Song Chuyi was bitten and couldn’t help but let out a painful moan.

Realizing that they couldn’t have a proper conversation, he still tried to resist a little.

“Should we go back to the room?”

Ning Xiuping heard Song Chuyi’s words but couldn’t control his body.

He picked him up, his vision blurring for a moment.

He wanted to conquer the young man, just like how he had risked his life three days ago to tear the Rebate System out of his mind.

He had wanted to come back long ago.

After completely removing the Rebate System from his mind, he had wanted to return.

But those people, the ones in white coats, said that his neural nerves had been damaged.

His emotions were out of control, and coming out rashly would hurt the person he loved.

So he held back, enduring for three days, until he finally couldn’t anymore.

He feared that if he didn’t see A'Chu, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and might hurt someone.

So he fled to find A'Chu.

Ning Xiuping buried his head in Song Chuyi's neck, savoring the sweet scent of him.

But this wasn't enough. The pale skin before him was almost blinding, and he ached to mark it with his own touch.

"A'Chu, kiss me, please."

He let out a satisfied sigh and looked up slightly at Song Chuyi.

The image of the young man was etched into his soul. He was so radiant that Ning Xiuping couldn't bear to look at him directly.

He wanted to control the young man, yet deep down, he craved being controlled by him.

"A'Chu."

His voice was a near-plea.

Song Chuyi leaned down and kissed him.

After that, everything became unstoppable.

Outside the villa, the team tasked with protecting Song Chuyi exchanged uneasy glances.

"Boss, should we go in?" someone asked.

The boss shot him a warning glare. "You think you can just walk in?"

"Alright, alright, step back and wait until he's done."

The person carefully asked again, "Boss, will he hurt Mr. Song?"

"Mr. Song is so kind, if he gets hurt..."

The boss kicked him. "No way. He'd rather kill us than lay a hand on Mr. Song."

"Alright, alright, stay back, and pretend we know nothing."

The team quickly retreated hundreds of meters away, all keeping their eyes on the villa, ready to rush in at any sign of trouble.

Inside the villa, chaos reigned.

Ning Xiuping's dark, deep pupils were filled with a sinful sense of possession.

Like the tendrils of an endless abyss, they pulled the young man from the edge of the cliff, ensnaring him tightly.

At first, Song Chuyi was eager and fully engaged, but soon, he was overwhelmed to the point where he could barely speak.

The moonlight quietly fell, and boundless affection was spreading.

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For seven long days and nights, the villa was consumed by chaos, until finally, on the eighth day, a sliver of light appeared.

Song Chuyi walked out with a pale face.

The team that had been waiting in the dark immediately appeared, and the leader of the team respectfully bowed.

"Mr. Song."

Song Chuyi waved dismissively, "Is there any coffee?"

The captain blinked in surprise, not expecting that Song Chuyi's first words after coming out would be this.

"I'll send someone to buy it right away."

Song Chuyi nodded, "Thank you."

"Sure." The captain immediately ordered a teammate to go and buy it.

While they waited, the captain swallowed, hesitantly asking, "What about him?"

"He's asleep," Song Chuyi said, pausing for a moment, "Was he running from something?"

"Yes," the captain lowered his voice, "We were told to report anything unusual."

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Nothing else was said?"

The captain shook his head, "Nothing else."

Noticing the captain's tense posture, Song Chuyi chuckled lightly.

"Don't worry, he's quite stable right now."

The captain breathed a sigh of relief.

Coffee, tea, and cake were quickly bought back. Song Chuyi took the bags and said thank you.

He then turned and went back into the villa, closing the main door.

"Captain," the person who went to buy things asked, "How's that person?"

"Mr. Song said he's stable, I don't think there's any issue," the captain said.

A small voice came from the side, "I saw that Mr. Song's wrists don't have a single unmarked spot."

All those marks from kissing and biting, stable? More like wild!

"Alright, alright, not our place to discuss this, careful that person hears, all of you keep your mouths shut!"

They dared not speak, closed their mouths tightly, and continued to protect Mr. Song.

Meanwhile, inside the villa.

Song Chuyi rubbed his sore waist and took a big sip of coffee.

"Xiaotong, Ning Xiuping is really something."

Xiaotong, who had just come out of anti-blocking mode: "Ah?"

Song Chuyi rubbed the little white bun, offering no explanation.

The first one to leave him completely drained was Ning Xiuping.

After all, he now needed human coffee to replenish his energy!

His true form being a coffee tree, he didn't need sleep, always full of energy, excited every day.

But there were times when he wilted, and that was when his energy was drained dry.

Especially when he manifests, it drains a lot of his energy. This energy is usually fully depleted and doesn’t get replenished.

But he has plenty of energy, so he usually keeps it under control for a while.

But Ning Xiuping... that crazy guy...

Song Chuyi sighed again and took another sip of coffee.

"Xiaotong, I regret it."

Xiaotong: "Wait, what’s up, host?"

Song Chuyi sighed, "I should’ve clung to him like a leech two years ago."

"At least that way, I wouldn’t have lost it completely."

Xiaotong: "Why didn’t you just go with him, host?"