Depois de me transformar em um "ge'er", casei com o jovem senhor tolo

The moon slipped past the western window, candlelight flickering gently.

The young man lay restless in bed, calculating the passage of time in his mind.

Outside, a series of cat meows rang out—long and repeated, sounding almost like they were in heat, but with a rough, coarse tone.

They’ve come!

His heart leapt with joy, but he rose with utmost care.

Because beside him lay another person, breathing evenly, clearly still deep in sleep.

Rising quietly by the steady candlelight, the youth studied the man’s face.

The man beside him appeared no older than twenty, with a darker complexion and strikingly sharp features. Not only was his face exceptionally handsome, but his upper body, exposed beyond the quilt, showed smooth skin, lean yet firm muscles, and strong arms.

Originally, the boy had only meant to check if his companion was truly asleep, but his gaze lingered, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the man turned over, startling him.

“Mother, I want fruit, fruit…” the man mumbled, face pressed against his arm, eyes tightly shut, muttering childlike sleep-talk.

Useless pretty boy! The youth cursed inwardly.

The cat’s cries outside grew more urgent. Hastily, the boy grabbed a jacket, stepping carefully off the bed without even putting on shoes, weaving around the screen to open the door.

The door opened halfway, revealing a pair of sly eyes.

“Is the fool asleep?”

Through the door, the youth whispered, “Before dinner, I slipped some sedatives into his food. He’s out cold, like a hog.”

The