After his wounds were bandaged, Cain naturally had to return to the sofa outside the room.
Saphen had even turned off the lights, saying that if Cain needed anything, he could use the flashlight on his phone—they needed to save electricity. At this moment, the only company Cain had was the warm blanket and the moonlight streaming through the window.
The sofa was truly too small for Cain's body; he could barely stretch his legs comfortably. Its width was also modest, and Cain felt that if he wasn't careful and leaned over at night, he would surely fall off—something that would be really bad for his current wound.
His deep ocean-blue eyes gazed at Saphen's tightly shut door, thinking to himself that everything was for the sake of recovering quickly and going back to work to pay off his debt.
Saphen would surely agree.
With that thought, he stood up, turned on his flashlight, and knocked on Saphen's door.
Soon, Saphen's voice came from inside: "Come in."
Cain opened the door and stepped inside, but when he saw the scene in the room, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
Saphen had just finished bathing, his skin slightly flushed from the warm water. He was wearing a pair of white shorts on his lower body, revealing long, slender legs, but even more striking was his bare upper body.
Saphen had a belly button piercing. The pattern of the piercing was like a sunflower, glittering under the light. Looking higher, right in the center of his chest was a tattoo resembling a hollow sun, with uneven rays radiating outward, delicate and beautiful.
And on both sides… There were two pink dots…
"Had enough of looking?"
At that moment, Saphen's voice suddenly sounded. Cain flinched slightly, then calmly lowered his gaze and whispered, "Sorry."
But the sound of him swallowing echoed immediately afterward, as if betraying him.
Sure enough, Saphen's laughter followed soon after.
Cain licked his lips, and at that moment, Saphen's legs also came into his view. His chin was suddenly grabbed slightly, and Cain instinctively lifted his eyes, immediately seeing Saphen's smile—nonchalant, yet irresistibly alluring. Cain tried to focus only on Saphen's face, but he realized it was useless. No matter where he looked, his heart raced uncontrollably.
The feeling was strange, as if a fawn was constantly jumping around in his chest, tangling his mind with every beat.
And it was all because of Saphen.
Seeing Cain's tense expression, Saphen couldn't help but laugh: "Why be so shy and embarrassed? Whatever I have, you have too."
Cain felt Saphen lightly tap his chest twice, very gently, like drumsticks striking a drum, making his heart echo with the sound.
At that moment, Saphen had already turned toward the wardrobe and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Cain's deep eyes remained fixed on Saphen, watching his beautiful back quickly disappear under his T-shirt. He spoke softly, "Can I sleep in the bed?"
Hearing this, Saphen turned to look at Cain, slightly leaning against the wardrobe, arms crossed, eyebrows raised somewhat, as if waiting for Cain to continue.
Cain immediately understood and added, "The sofa is too small. I'm afraid I might fall if I'm not careful…"
"But you didn't fall last night," Saphen said directly.
Cain paused for a moment, then whispered, "Actually, I almost fell when I woke up."
6677 felt that Saphen was really being unreasonable: [Oh dear, the poor male lead has already made his request! Master, please agree! That sofa is tiny for the male lead, he's almost twice your size!]
Saphen chuckled coldly: [Oh, so I'm the one who should sleep on the sofa, huh?]
Hearing Saphen's tone, 6677 secretly shivered: [Of course not, Master! You and the male lead can sleep together, strengthen your bond, haha…]
6677 forced a smile.
Then Saphen spoke softly again, his tone like a mysterious whisper: [Silly cat, we're on the same side. You'd better not beg for the male lead, or I'll make everything miserable.]
6677: [...]
[sob sob sob, I'm sorry, Master] 6677 felt deeply regretful—why did they even try to help the male lead? The male lead gets all the benefits, and 6677 gets called a silly cat!
Hearing 6677's pouty sound, Saphen smiled slightly: [Just kidding. Of course, I'll fulfill the task. No need to doubt my professionalism.]
6677: [...] After everything you just said, you still smile innocently… Master, you're too much!
6677 grumbled in secret but actually felt lucky: [Right, we have a task. We definitely have to complete the task, hehe.]
Saphen lifted his gaze and saw that Cain was still watching him. Finally, he nodded and said, "Alright, go to sleep. But I'll charge extra for the bed. And it's best if you don't fidget too much; otherwise, I'll kick you to the floor."
6677 thought Saphen was outrageous—what's this about charging for a bed?—but didn't dare say a word.
Cain felt his heartbeat settle a little. He nodded and said thoughtfully, "I won't fidget."
But…
Cain said he wouldn't fidget, yet Saphen never promised that he himself wouldn't.
In the middle of the night, Cain's eyes suddenly snapped open. It seemed he wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone else, and the pain in his body made it impossible to sleep, even though Saphen's breathing had become steady.
He could only lie still, rigid like a statue.
Just then, there was a sudden movement. First, the blanket was tossed onto Cain, and immediately after, he felt a slight nudge against his body.
Cain's eyes shot open. Looking over, he saw Saphen's blanket lying messily on him, while Saphen himself was curled up on one corner of the blanket, his head nuzzling something in front of him—Cain's arm, separated by two layers of blanket.
Cain suddenly felt lucky that his wound was on his left side and not the right. But it didn't last long. Saphen's hands suddenly started clawing at the blanket, as if feeling cold. He frowned and reached out to search.
Cain lowered his gaze, watching Saphen for a moment, then suddenly pulled Saphen's blanket off and tossed it to the corner, while lifting the corner of his own blanket.
Feeling the warmth, Saphen, like a little kitten, immediately crawled into Cain's blanket nest. His black hair swayed slightly before settling completely, and his breathing became steady.
Cain felt Saphen's body draw closer. Only then did he notice that Saphen's hands and feet were a bit cold, even though the weather clearly wasn't that chilly.
Cain's large arm wrapped around Saphen, lightly brushing his hair.
Cain could smell a faint fragrance as Saphen approached. At first, he thought it came from Saphen's body wash, but it wasn't.
Cain pressed his lips together, but finally couldn't resist. He bent his head, burying his nose in Saphen's hair and inhaled slightly.
It was the scent of gardenias…
Suddenly, Saphen stirred slightly. Cain immediately closed his eyes and remained still.
Saphen didn't wake up, sleeping deeply and peacefully.
Cain held Saphen in one arm, feeling his body gradually warm up. The blanket nest was fragrant and cozy, and before he knew it, Cain had fallen into a deep sleep. What had promised to be a sleepless night turned into a beautiful dream.
6677 witnessed everything: [...]
It was extremely excited! Indeed, no matter how unfriendly Saphen seemed, Cain would like him—this was the power of the script. Everything was going smoothly, year-end rewards, increased stats—just wait for me!
6677 had no idea that, in the future, whenever it remembered this, it would only laugh at its own past innocence. Script power, my foot! Clearly, it was just a bunch of weak-willed male leads!