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.

agony exploded

soft, refusing to cooperate.

would not give Arnold

into his arms, leaping off the stage in one fluid movement.

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

Arnold, The Matrix has truly

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

Just now, he could

...

do not want

in the back seat

flailing.

enough force that Yuri winced just

movement was careful, as

"Urgh-!"

maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned

clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over

the disaster unfold live, Yuri felt

it were him,

merely reached into his jacket, pulled out a handkerchief, and patiently wiped Arnold's

It was borderline

Arnold, despite such a filthy,

what must I do for you

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