When the family doctor arrived, Xie Zixing's fever had already reached nearly 40 degrees. The doctor quickly took a series of measures to cool down Xie Zixing. After some efforts, the temperature finally dropped a bit. As Qi Zihao looked at the person lying in the bed and the bruise accidentally brushed while applying a cold towel to Xie Zixing, a trace of deep contemplation flashed in his eyes.

The family doctor dutifully explained Xie Zixing's condition to Qi Zihao. "I just examined him and preliminarily determined that the patient has a stomach problem and low blood sugar. This fever is a result of exhaustion today. The body's automatic defense mechanism kicked in. Once the fever subsides, he should be fine. When he wakes up, give him some light food to eat and make sure he doesn't get too fatigued."

Afterward, the family doctor packed up and left.

What the family doctor didn't notice was that when he mentioned the words "excessive fatigue," a storm suddenly burst into Qi Zihao's eyes. After all, Xie Zixing was only a second-tier celebrity. How could he be so busy to such an extent?

In addition to the bruises he just saw on himself, Qi Zihao's mind suddenly conjured up a bad thought. Xie Ziyue looked up and saw Qi Zihao staring at Xie Zixing on the bed, his expression turning unkind and his eyebrows furrowed. Xie Ziyue asked, "What's wrong, Zihao?"

"Is Zixing busy lately?"

"Yeah, my brother has been really busy with work lately. I haven't asked about the specifics, but I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Um." Qi Zihao's lips pressed into a straight line, clearly indicating that he was enraged.

Xie Ziyue didn't notice. She sat on the stool next to Xie Zixing's bed, intending to stand guard by his side. Qi Zihao walked out and brought the food that Fang Assistant had fetched from the living room, placing it next to Xie Ziyue's hand. Looking at Xie Ziyue, Qi Zihao's eyes were filled with tenderness. "Ziyue, have something to eat."

Xie Ziyue nodded and took out some food from his bag.

When Xie Zixing woke up, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. Still a bit groggy from just waking up, Xie Zixing saw Qi Zihao sitting beside him. Although his mind hadn't fully registered, his body instinctively expressed its closeness. Xie Zixing sat up and embraced Qi Zihao, burying his head in Qi Zihao's neck. With a slightly warm breath, Xie Zixing unintentionally breathed on Qi Zihao's neck. Xie Zixing didn't notice it, but in that instant, Qi Zihao's eyes turned as dark as ink.

"Let go." Qizi Hao's tone was flat, but it suddenly startled Xie Zixing, who was still in a daze. Xie Zixing closed his eyes in pain, but still didn't let go of Qizi Hao. It wasn't until Xie Ziyue walked to the bedroom door and saw this scene, accidentally letting out a small exclamation, that Xie Zixing hurriedly let go.

When spending time with Qi Zihao, no matter how much he disapproves and looks down upon me, Xie Zixing does not want anyone to see this side of him that is so wretched.

Helpless, overestimating oneself, and loving someone with humility.

Looking up at a height that does not belong to him.

Xie Ziyue knew he had caused trouble, so he quickly stuck out his tongue and walked away. It wasn't intentional on his part; he blamed his older brother, Qige, for not closing the door when they were fooling around.

However, the scene inside the bedroom was actually quite different from what Xie Ziyue had imagined. After Xie Zixing let go, Qi Zihao took out a handkerchief made of silk from his pocket and carefully wiped the areas that Xie Zixing had touched. Then, he simply threw the handkerchief, which was originally his favorite, into the trash can.

During this process, Xie Zixing could only palely watch Qi Zihao's movements.

After the handkerchief landed in the trash can, Xie Zixing trembled and spoke with quivering lips, "Qi Zihao, how could you be so cruel?"

Qi Zihao's deep eyes locked onto Xie Zixing, his thin lips spitting out hurtful words one after another, "Xie Zixing, I warned you before, don't get entangled with those ambiguous men anymore. The entertainment industry is a semi-transparent place, if your dirty secrets are exposed and it affects Ziyue, I won't show you any mercy."

Xie Zixing's eyes widened slightly, not knowing what he had done again. Seeing Xie Zixing's bewildered and innocent expression, it only further irritated the already restless heart, "Since you're so desperate for money that you're satisfying those old men's peculiar fetishes, I'll inform the company from now on that they won't help you secure any more resources."

After Qizi Hao finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Xie Zixing had already understood Qi Zihao's intention by now.

It turned out that she thought he had gone to play BDSM with a man for money and resources. Xie Zixing weakly collapsed back onto the bed. After a long while, she laughed at herself, slowly grasping the clothes at her chest, struggling to curl up her body. She opened her mouth but couldn't make any sound.

Why, does it hurt this much?

Why does it hurt so much?

Even if I accidentally got hit by an unstable equipment on the set of the advertisement shoot a couple of days ago, the pain wouldn't be one-tenth as intense as it is now.

Xie Zixing wanted to cry, but he found that his eyes were dry and parched.

Oh, right, Xie Zixing remembered.

Ever since he turned eighteen, he was no longer able to shed tears.

I couldn't cry anymore.

So Xie Zixing could only smile, even if it hurt, he could only smile.

Qi Zihao hurriedly left Xie Zixing and Xie Ziyue's apartment. As he reached downstairs, he suddenly received a call from home, "Hello, Zihao, do you have time tomorrow? Can you come home for dinner?"

"Okay, I understand, Mom."

Qi Zihao hung up the phone but appeared somewhat distracted. He came from a typical family with strict yet loving parents. Despite their deep affection for each other, for some unknown reason, Qi Zihao developed a form of psychological disorder called OCD, which he couldn't define.

When he was young, his parents were busy with their careers and didn't pay much attention to him. They just dutifully raised him to become a qualified successor to carry on the family legacy. After his younger sister was born, his father focused even more attention on her, demanding even more from him with strictness.

By the time his mother realized something was wrong, his parents hurriedly took him to see a psychologist. The psychologist told his parents that his obsessive-compulsive disorder had reached a point where it was almost impossible to cure. And his OCD was caused by his excessive self-demand for perfection. Perhaps this self-demand for perfection was caused by his parents' excessively strict requirements. His parents deeply regretted it and tried their best to make up for it.

However, what Qi Zihao did not tell his parents was that after someone approached him and even had sexual relations with him, he did not feel repulsed by that person psychologically. Instead, he quietly loathed and despised his own lack of resolve in his heart.

To love someone means to be faithful to them until the end.

Qi Zihao reassured himself in this way.

So their relationship with Xie Zixing was wrong from the beginning.

He liked Xie Ziyue, the person he met at a funeral when he was fifteen. Xie Ziyue, a boy five years younger than him, had a face filled with innocence and sorrow, but Qizi Hao persisted in his own thoughts.

So, three years after having a relationship with Xie Zixing, when Qi Zihao saw Xie Zixing again for the first time, he found reasons for himself and constantly hinted to himself that the person was filthy.

That person exchanged their body for money.

So Xie Zixing was very dirty.

So Qi Zihao's love still remains with that patch of moonlight, his beloved, Xie Ziyue.

Only in this way, Qi Zihao can have a chance to catch his breath from his excessive obsession with cleanliness. Therefore, Qi Zihao will only persist in his own ideas and will not even bother to seek confirmation.