Surrounded by Men After Entering a Game

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Ye Wuqiu had pursued two characters in the game at the same time.

One was a cool and reserved hero, cold on the outside but warm within. The other was a dark, possessive dancer with a sly, flirtatious streak.

Every day, he either roamed the mountains and rivers, sharing sweet moments with the hero, or flirted and cuddled with the dancer.

When he was with Jian Weihan, Ye Wuqiu did whatever he pleased. The other man would always indulgently smile, then reach out to stroke his hair.

When he was alone with Liu Zhaoshuang, Ye Wuqiu let himself run wild, saying all sorts of shameless things to him. The dancer never got angry, always putting on a considerate act as he said, "Baby came to see me. Looks like he's not here."

Ye Wuqiu was so happy with this life that he could hardly bear to leave.

Who could have guessed that when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself inside the game?

The room was dim, the lamp's flame barely more than a bean, and their breathing was ragged.

He was straddling Liu Zhaoshuang's lap, holding him close.

One of the man's hands was pressed firmly against the small of his back, rubbing him, while the other cupped his head. A faint scent of powder surrounded him.

The man buried his face in Ye Wuqiu's neck. His warm breath brushed over Ye Wuqiu's sensitive skin as he whispered, "Baby, he's not here tonight. You let me come over. This is so thrilling."

Ye Wuqiu went stiff all over. Before he could react, Liu Zhaoshuang had already pressed his scorching lips to Ye Wuqiu's Adam's apple.

Just as the other man was about to continue, a gentle, resonant voice suddenly sounded outside the locked door. "A Qiu, are you asleep?"

Jian Weihan looked upright and honorable. Though he indulged Ye Wuqiu in everything, if he saw him wrapped in another man's arms, he might do something terrifying.

At this critical moment, Ye Wuqiu hurriedly shoved Liu Zhaoshuang into the wardrobe.

Only then did he open the door, his spring robe damp with sweat and his face burning red.

Jian Weihan, dressed in black with a long saber at his waist, was surrounded by the cool fragrance of plum blossoms. He paused when he saw Ye Wuqiu like this, then asked gently, "Why is your face so red? Sorry, I shouldn't have said those dirty things earlier. Want to hit me to blow off some steam?"

Before him stood the hero he'd been bonded to for three years, with their affection maxed out and the comfort of an old married couple. Behind him was the dancer hiding in the wardrobe, with whom he'd spent two and a half years flirting and sharing tender moments.

Ye Wuqiu appeared calm, but inside he was a complete mess.

Damn it! If he'd known the love-triangle showdown he enjoyed in the game would happen right in front of him, he would've just looked for a romantic partner in the world chat like a sensible person!