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.

exploded in his

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

not give Arnold another chance to push him

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

side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if

clicked his tongue, trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving his all

the door, he paused suddenly, then spun

He scratched his head. Just now, he could

...

out... I do not want to

Arnold in the back

drunken beauty thrashed, kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold

enough force that Yuri winced just

Asher's gaze remained impossibly tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting

"Urgh-!"

was the intense dancing, or maybe the sudden

over, vomiting

unfold live, Yuri felt his

obsession. If it were him, he

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

considerate! It was

clung to Arnold, despite such

I do for you to forgive me?" Asher gently

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