The Big Shot in the Wheelchair 7

After Su Jinzhi woke up, he found that he had been moved to a different room to sleep.

This room was different from the luxury suite he had been sleeping in before.

This was a completely transparent glass room. Apart from the floor, the surroundings were all curved like a glass dome, enveloping him as he lay in the dark red bedding, like a blood-colored rose blooming in the starry night. As long as he lifted his eyelids and pushed aside the tender rose petals, he could see a sky full of brilliant stars, which were even more vast, magnificent, and dazzling than the ocean beneath him.

However, he had already seen enough of such beautiful scenery during his time in the interstellar era. It was like rice that had been chewed millions of times; although it still had a lingering sweetness, it was no longer enough to amaze someone.

Su Jinzhi turned his head slightly and saw an IV drip hooked up to his right hand.

The cold liquid slowly invaded his body along his dark blue veins. With the beating and pumping of his weak heart, it irresistibly occupied every inch of his flesh and blood. This made him feel very uncomfortable.

Su Jinzhi even despised it.

Because this made him feel as if he had returned to the past—he was still lying on the hospital bed of Naxi Port Hospital on Beta 68 Centauri, only able to look at the seemingly ever-changing yet seemingly unchanged cosmic tides and nebula mists every day. Like a lone boat trapped in a sea of sand, unable to move forward or backward, he could only quietly wait for death.

Su Jinzhi's body felt very uncomfortable, and his heart was also faintly aching. Along with it, his tone turned fierce: "No. 1, can you explain the meaning of that dirty transaction to me?"

The System let out a beep, followed by No. 1's mechanical voice, which said indifferently: "It means exactly what it says, Host."

Su Jinzhi asked it: "What do you mean exactly what it says? Are you saying I have to marry Qin Yezhou for having sex with him to not be considered a dirty physical transaction?"

No. 1 said, "It can be understood that way."

Su Jinzhi said, "But my current nationality does not support same-sex marriage."

No. 1 said, "Host only needs to put on a show in front of us Systems." The implication was that since he didn't even plan to pretend, messing around with transactions all day, and he was the one who started the transactions first, then he couldn't blame the System.

Su Jinzhi: "..."

"Physical pleasure easily makes people fall," No. 1 suddenly said something quite philosophical, but in essence, it was still trying to persuade him to give up on obtaining Progress Value through improper transactions. "Host, please take the task seriously, cherish life, and stay away from transactions."

Su Jinzhi was also in despair. What else could he say? That sex-crazed maniac Qin Yezhou would only increase his Progress Value through pa-pa-pa. At present, it seemed that only this primitive human life-creating movement could awaken the love for life in his heart.

"You're awake?" Su Jinzhi wanted to curse a few more times, but Qin Yezhou rolled his wheelchair in with a bowl of porridge at this moment.

Wrapped in the quilt, Su Jinzhi rolled over and faced him with his buttocks.

Qin Yezhou looked at the lump arched on the large soft bed and chuckled softly. He placed the porridge on the nightstand, reached over to brush aside the hair scattered by the young man's ear, and gently kissed his temple as he asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

Su Jinzhi still didn't speak. He wrapped himself in the blanket without making a sound—he felt that he had been too indulgent with Qin Yezhou before, and he should let this initiator of dirty transactions taste the feeling of abstinence.

Seeing that the person on the bed still had no reaction, Qin Yezhou raised an eyebrow. A hint of a smile slowly surfaced in his eyes, and he said softly, "That Yun Feifei..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sure enough saw the young man's body stiffen abruptly under the soft quilt.

Su Jinzhi put on a full act and waited for a while, but he didn't hear Qin Yezhou make a sound. He thought he had left, but when he turned his head, he saw the man looking at him with a smile. Seeing him turn around, the man curled his finger and affectionately scraped against his cheek.

The smooth and cool touch transmitted from the back of his finger made Qin Yezhou's eyes darken slightly, revealing the aggressive color hidden deep within his pupils. He had already tasted this body several times, but every time he closely approached this person, he couldn't help but marvel at his exquisite appearance.

The young man lying on the bed was wearing only a loose cotton shirt. His fine, soft hair was messy from sleep, with a few small curls at the ends, and underneath was that face that was so beautiful it didn't seem real. The only flaw was probably those lips that had turned pale due to illness and pain.

But this made him want to bite down on those two pieces of softness even more, to bite them until they were bruised and red.

Su Jinzhi truly looked too much to his liking—whether in bed or out of bed.

He also liked his temperament, soft and weak. He was clearly as beautiful as an unreachable star in the night sky, but in reality, he was like a little white mouse that could be crushed to death with a pinch, staying in the small cage space he provided, his life and death entirely determined by him.

Qin Yezhou was still smiling, but Su Jinzhi was already feeling a chill down his spine from his touching and staring. He carefully asked him, "Mr. Qin... what are you smiling at..."

Qin Yezhou didn't answer his question. Instead, he curled the corners of his lips, softening his features. He picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful, and coaxed him, "Drink the porridge first, I'll tell you after you finish."

Su Jinzhi hesitated for a while. After comparing the disparity in strength between himself and Qin Yezhou, he obediently opened his mouth, allowing the man to feed the perfectly temperatured minced meat porridge into his mouth.

The edge of the spoon still had some porridge liquid stuck to it. He didn't know if Qin Yezhou did it on purpose, deliberately rubbing that liquid onto the corner of his lips, but the next moment, Su Jinzhi was absolutely certain—Qin Yezhou did it on purpose.

Before he could lick off the porridge liquid, Qin Yezhou leaned over, pressing against his lips. He sucked away the liquid and used his teeth to gently nibble and suck on his lips, as if tasting the finest fruit flesh.

Su Jinzhi was somewhat worried because No. 1 had already explicitly forbidden him from having an improper physical relationship with Qin Yezhou. He was very afraid that Qin Yezhou would act on a whim, pin him down, and have another dirty progress transaction.

No. 1's punishment system was not a joke.

The punishment system was divided into nine levels. Punishments above level five would cause irreversible damage to his body. He had already suffered a level five punishment once, and he didn't want to try that feeling again.

Thus, Su Jinzhi tilted his head, avoiding Qin Yezhou's kiss.

Qin Yezhou paused. Su Jinzhi didn't look at him, so he didn't know the dark expression that flared up in the man's eyes at that moment.

"Are you mad at me, hmm?" Qin Yezhou did not continue kissing him. Instead, he raised his hand, cupped the back of Su Jinzhi's head, and without any explanation, pressed him into his arms, kissing him heavily on his forehead.

The young man in his arms trembled slightly. Qin Yezhou thought he was going to cry, so his voice softened a notch. He rubbed the soft hair on top of the young man's head and said, "Alright, don't be angry. Yun Feifei is He Ziyue's mistress. She has nothing to do with me. How can you be so silly? Believing whatever others say."

At this, Su Jinzhi was finally willing to look up. He quickly glanced at Qin Yezhou, then lowered his head again and whispered, "Really..."

"Of course." Seeing that he was finally willing to look at him, Qin Yezhou smiled. "Why would I lie to you?"

Hearing this, Su Jinzhi immediately raised his hand and tugged at the corner of Qin Yezhou's clothes, also smiling as he said, "Okay, I believe whatever Mr. Qin says." How could he not dare to believe it? Just now, he only turned his head to avoid Qin Yezhou's kiss for a moment, and as a result, this man directly dropped his total Progress Value by 5 points. It scared Su Jinzhi so much that he almost chased after his mouth to kiss him back—that was 5 points! The Progress Value he would have to trade with Qin Yezhou five times to get!

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Qin Yezhou to add them back, and he even gave him two extra points for free, resulting in a total of 32 points of Progress Value right now.

Hearing the young man say this, the gaze in Qin Yezhou's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Su Jinzhi. But it suddenly returned to calm, without any ripples or waves, like a pebble dropped into a bottomless abyss, disappearing completely after creating ripples.

"Go to sleep." Qin Yezhou let Su Jinzhi lie down, pulled the blanket up for him, and scraped his finger against the side of his face as he spoke.

Su Jinzhi had been lying down for half the day and had just finished a large bowl of porridge. How could he possibly sleep?

Qin Yezhou seemed to see through his thoughts and asked, "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah." Su Jinzhi nodded, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "Mr. Qin... when are you going to sleep?" Looking at the sky, it was getting late. Is it really okay for a disabled person to sleep so late?

Qin Yezhou froze for a moment, then touched his hand resting on top of the blanket and said, "Don't worry, I'll come sleep with you."

Su Jinzhi: "..." Who asked you about that?

Su Jinzhi thought for a moment, then suddenly sat up straight and said to Qin Yezhou, "Mr. Qin, do you have pen and paper here?"

Qin Yezhou asked him, "Want to draw?"

Su Jinzhi answered, "Mhm..."

Qin Yezhou lifted his chin and pointed in the direction of the nightstand. "There's some in the drawer."

Su Jinzhi opened the drawer, his eyes skimming over the condoms placed in the corner, and drifted straight toward his familiar sketchbook. Next to the book were sharpened pencils. While he was still thinking about what to draw, Qin Yezhou rolled his wheelchair over and asked him, "What do you want to draw?"

Su Jinzhi glanced at the man and said, "How about I draw you, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yezhou was momentarily stunned, then he raised an eyebrow, his low, hoarse voice thick with interest: "You want to draw me?"

Holding the sketchbook, Su Jinzhi nodded: "Yeah."

"Alright." Qin Yezhou immediately agreed. He pushed his wheelchair back a distance, his deep gray eyes quietly watching him, like a high and mighty emperor looking at his favored plaything, his eyes full of doting indulgence. "Then I'll just be your model here?"

"Okay." Su Jinzhi shifted his bottom, sat down in front of Qin Yezhou, opened the sketchbook, and used the pencil to finely outline the man's silhouette.

He was very good at drawing. This was the only thing he had learned during his years living on Earth.

From the Earth Interstellar Ministry of Foreign Affairs—this title seemed infinitely glamorous, but in reality, it was nothing much. Even though his salary was very high and the benefits were excellent, that was because in the future, apart from him, no one else was willing to stay on Earth anymore.

At that time, Earth's environment had already been severely destroyed. First, there were civil wars between Earth's continents and countries, and then came invasions and attacks from extraterrestrial planets. The last surviving humans were split: a portion carried out a large-scale migration before Earth decayed and fell, while the other portion stayed behind, becoming the final watchers of this tiny, dim blue dot in the universe.

His parents were among those watchers, and they had him together.

In that devastated homeland, during his short life, he used the charcoal blocks found everywhere on Earth's surface to make drawing pencils, and learned this skill that could be considered utterly useless in the interstellar era.