At the pet hospital.
The little dog pup had just been fed some liquid food but still hadn’t woken up.
It lay ass-up on the hospital bed, eyes rolled back blankly, tongue lolling out of its mouth, one fluffy butt cheek swollen high—looking hilariously comical.
Shen Leyuan couldn’t bear to look at it now.
One glance and he’d burst out laughing.
That amusement shone in Little Deer’s eyes, making his heart race and cheeks flush, like he’d been dunked in honey.
Even though Teacher left, he’s paying even more attention to me now! So sweet~
After hanging up the video call, the kid rushed into the group chat with a flurry of show-off messages: [Teacher went back to school! He said he’s quitting tutoring! He even said Little Deer is his only student now [spinning.gif]]
Little Deer: [confetti.jpg][confetti.jpg][confetti.jpg]
Orphan: [????]
Orphan: [What the hell are you talking about?!]
Orphan: [@LittleDeer How do you know Teacher’s going back to school? When did you find out?!]
Little Deer: [Just now!]
Lin Yao’s boiling rage cooled a fraction. At least I’m still the first to know.
Little Deer: [@Orphan Let me tell you, Teacher’s a bit much. He told Little Deer this morning he’d quit in three days, but he’s already gone now. He’s just sweet-talking me again! [stomping.jpg]]
Little Deer: [But—]
Little Deer: [proud_pose.jpg] Little Deer is a mature deer now. Won’t hold it against Teacher for something so small!]
Little Deer: [Lit-tle Deer is su-per hap-py!]
The last message didn’t send. System notice: You’ve been muted.
Lin Yao stared blankly: What “Teacher’s just sweet-talking Little Deer”? Look at that smug little victory face—so ugly!
Little Deer tapped into the private chat: [????]
Little Deer: [Brother, what’s wrong?]
Little Deer: [Brother?]
Panicking, Little Deer dashed to Sheng Shisi’s private chat: [screenshot.png] A Si, look! Brother’s phone seems broken! ]
Sheng Shisi: [.]
Sheng Shisi: [Check the group.]
Little Deer puzzledly opened the group—same mute notice. Lin Yao was firing off a barrage of furious rants.
Orphan: [@ShengShisi Can you control your horny deer?]
Orphan: [@ShengShisi I told you your “like” needs edge. You’re just watching him harass others?]
Orphan: [@ShengShisi Got a cuckold fetish?]
Orphan: [How pathetic are you?]
Orphan: [@ShengShisi Cat got your tongue?]
Sheng Shisi: [.]
After the period, he fired off screenshots rapid-fire.
Screenshots of Little Deer throwing a tantrum.
Little Deer: [angry.jpg] Little Deer didn’t bother Teacher!]
Little Deer: [Teacher praised Little Deer for studying hard and diligently—huge progress!]
Little Deer: [Teacher said he likes Little Deer!]
Orphan: [Sweet dreams [eyeroll.jpg][eyeroll.jpg][eyeroll.jpg]]
Little Deer: [I have proof! I have a recording!]
Lin Yao tapped his phone irritably, tempted to kick Little Deer from the group and out of sight—but dying to know if Shen really said he liked Little Deer.
[Little Deer’s mute lifted]
Orphan: [Proof. Send it.]
Little Deer gleefully posted a screen recording. In it, the young man smiled so gently, pink hearts flying from his fingertips—like a confession.
Lin Yao stared fixated at that face, heart clenching in pain.
Didn’t he just say “give Little Deer a chance” a couple days ago? How’d it fast-forward to dating already?
On screen, the young man spoke: “Teacher likes students like Little Deer.”
Lin Yao blinked, clutching his chest and gasping in relief—he’d forgotten to breathe.
Gritting his teeth, he voice-messaged a furious curse: “That’s it?”
Orphan: “And that’s saying he likes you?”
Orphan: “Some people are so desperate, they’ll take anything as candy!”
Then: mute + save the clip in one go.
Little Deer: [Has Teacher ever said that to you? No, right?]
Little Deer: [????]
Ten seconds later, Sheng Shisi tried forwarding help.
Failed.
Sheng Shisi: [screenshot.png]
Sheng Shisi: [.]
For once, he felt a rare sigh: Genes are one powerful force.
Sir hasn’t added him back yet…
Fuming, Little Deer went to PK Lin Yao IRL—but Brother wasn’t home. He ignored the doctor’s “wrist-slitting” warning, just huffing: Brother went to find Teacher without me!
He snitched to Dad straightaway: [Daddy Daddy, Brother’s broken!]
[screenshot.png][screenshot.png][screenshot.png]]
[Doctor said he’s going to find Teacher, said he’s not as good as Little Deer, made Teacher cry!]
[Daddy, send him back abroad?]
[Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy—]
Lin Yuan closed his eyes, annoyed by the screen spam, tempted to delete the friend.
Handy feature.
Eyes open, he typed two words: [Video]
Little Deer instantly sent the “confession” clip, bragging excitedly: “Teacher said he likes Little Deer. He really did~”
Lin Yuan saved it, then freeloaded: [What else?]
Little Deer: [Goodnight Daddy]
Lin Yuan: [Send it!]
Lin Yuan: [……………………]
Ungrateful brat!
Rubbing his throbbing temples, he ordered the bodyguard: “Go get Little Deer’s phone…”
He stopped midway, brow furrowing in frustration.
“Never mind.”
Let it be. Everything back on track.
He closed his eyes to rest, trying not to picture that face—but the angry expression and disappointed eyes haunted him, tormenting relentlessly.
“He won’t go back.”
“He’ll never return to the Lin Family.”
His old friend’s voice stabbed repeatedly at his chest.
A message pinged. Lin Yuan’s eyes snapped open, grabbing his phone—then remembering that person had removed him from friends.
In Shen Leyuan’s heart, he was no longer a “friend.”
Just a stranger now.
This message wasn’t from a stranger—more like someone outsiders saw as intimately close.
His so-called son, Lin Yao.
The young man requested video. Connecting showed a school gate first.
Amid streaming students, Lin Yao pointed at the motto stone by the entrance, reading: “See, Zhen, Shui, Da, Xue—the school Teacher Shen’s returning to in a couple days. I’m already here.”
Lin Yao: “Man, it’s all youthful vibes as far as the eye can see.”
Lin Yao: “Just saw some basketball players— that waist flashing when wiping sweat? Nice. Teacher Shen would like it.”
Lin Yao: “He complimented my abs before.”
Lin Yuan eyed his son coolly.
A monster, flaunting another monster’s past affection.
Lin Yao: “Oops, hit a sore spot? Abs are hard to build—you probably can’t.”
Lin Yao: “Dad, you recording to snitch again?”
Lin Yao: “Then I’ll snitch too—how you manhandled me as a kid. Haven’t forgotten.”
Lin Yuan’s delete-key finger paused.
Expressionless, he asked: “That fever day, you hid in the closet—does he know?”
Lin Yao shut up instantly: How does the old fart know?
Lin Yuan: “Every ‘like’ you’ve said to Little Deer since childhood, I’ve archived—including when you were twelve, tricking him to elope…”
Lin Yao cut in, face darkening: “Think I’ll fear that?”
Lin Yuan: “You will.”
Because you like Shen Leyuan—like to the point of madness. Love breeds fear; you’ll dread anything marring his view of you.
I fear it too…
Lin Yao hung up in a rage.
Still fuming later, he snapped pics of vibrant college guys for Lin Yuan—captioning this one handsome, that one manly. Especially zooming on sporty, sunny wolf-pup legs mid-stride.
[This one’s handsomer, running so dashingly.] Sarcastic as hell.
[But not as fast as me.]
[Nor my abs as good!]
Yo, old fart learned to delete friends?
Heh, he sneered inwardly: Old fart’s got a short fuse—can’t take it.
A dashingly running hottie nearby lifted his shirt to wipe sweat, side-eyeing him. Seeing him glued to his phone, the guy strode over confidently.
“Bro, add WeChat—”
Lin Yao didn’t look up.
“Scram!”
…
At the pet hospital, the little dog pup still lay ass-up, asleep.
Doctor said it was normal: “Pup’s overtired. More sleep helps self-repair.”
The swelling had gone down a bit, so Shen Leyuan wasn’t too worried.
He was obsessed with snapping ugly pup pics.
Every angle, every part—especially that perked butt. Rolled-back eyes a must; the limp tongue dangling like a poisoned corpse got extra love.
Dog ass-up on bed; he ass-up filming video.
In the unseen corner behind, a once-tall figure now slumped against the wall, hands on knees, face buried in palms—looking utterly defeated and listless. Mumbling to himself.
“Fuck! Damn it! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!”
“Can’t even stay a meter from the dog—what’s the point of soul-out-of-body?!”
“I wanna go home! Back to my room!”
As time dragged, he grew anxious about his original body—and terrified he couldn’t return to the little dog.
So ugly.
He glanced at the dog, unsure if at man or mutt.
A nurse passed; he didn’t dodge—let her phase through him.
He’d tested it: No one saw or heard him. Couldn’t touch anything. Couldn’t re-enter the dog now—just stuck hovering nearby.
The Shen guy still ass-up snapping away. What’s so great about that ugly mutt?
Irritated glare later, he couldn’t stand it—stood.
Towering naked figure loomed over Shen Leyuan. Since invisible, no need to cover up. He stormed close, kicking viciously at the raised butt.
Not light force—mainly figuring it wouldn’t land.
But bare sole smacked soft flesh, no cloth barrier. Too late to pull back—he watched the young man pitch forward onto the bed, face-planting into the pup’s blanket.
“Ow!” The little dog woke.
Huo Tingfeng opened his eyes, aching everywhere, with a face smooshed on his back.
Shen Leyuan yelped “Ow!” too, whipping around in terror—checking everywhere, even under the bed, confirming no one nearby. Then he scooped the pup and bolted a hundred meters!
“Doctor, I need the surveillance.” He was spooked, whispering: “Feels like… a ghost.”
The last word barely audible, like fearing to rouse it.
A staunch materialist before, but he’d felt the foot’s shape on his ass. This was a novel world—ghosts? Who knew!
Doctor eyed the pup hesitantly: “A lust ghost?”
Shen Leyuan looked down. The little milk dog clutched its nose with front paws—blood trickling slowly down.
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