That gaze was filled with burning emotions—both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but " Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

Yuri thought, 'Is this still The Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably shameless!'

Asher's intoxicating voice and warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the latter tremble.

Arnold's vision wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him.

and agony exploded in his

was, his body had turned soft, refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his

Asher would not give Arnold another chance

stage in one fluid movement. Gasps of shock rippled through the room as he strode out

stood on the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly

clicked his tongue, trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving his all without

nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then

scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn someone

...

I do not want to

back seat of the

kicking and flailing.

landed with enough force

Every movement was careful, as if terrified

"Urgh-!"

dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned

over, vomiting all

the disaster unfold live, Yuri felt

cleanliness obsession. If it

into his jacket, pulled out a handkerchief, and patiently wiped Arnold's mouth, completely ignoring his

considerate! It

Arnold, despite such a filthy,

what must I do for you to forgive me?" Asher gently gripped

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