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

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

give Arnold another chance

Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage in one fluid movement. Gasps of shock rippled through the room as he

six feet tall, Arnold stood on the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried

The Matrix has

figure disappeared from the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun around, only to find nothing behind

scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn

...

I do not want

back seat

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

fists and feet landed with enough force

Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and causing him the slightest

"Urgh-!"

dancing, or maybe

lurched forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over,

unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp

cleanliness obsession. If it were him,

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

It was borderline

even clung to Arnold, despite such a filthy,

I do for you to forgive me?" Asher gently

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