After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 16

In the dimly lit private ward, the man on the hospital bed stirred. Despite his extreme caution, he still startled the youth resting at the bedside.

The youth let out a lazy, muffled groan, as if venting his frustration at having his sweet dream interrupted. He languidly lifted his eyelids, and the cool white halo of the room swept over his thick eyelashes. He blinked dazedly a few times before burying his head back down.

“Is this Lele?”

Tick, tick, tick. The clock rotated slowly in the silence.

The Sentinel’s heart skipped a beat, feeling as though time itself had stopped flowing. His expression was blank, his gaze glued to Wen Leling’s profile hidden in the crook of his arm, filled with disbelief.

After a long while, he hesitantly reached out his hand, wanting to brush aside Wen Leling’s thick, fluffy hair to take a closer look at those eyes. But before his fingertips could touch him, Wen Leling jerked up as if startled by a nightmare. Without even opening his eyes, he asked: “You are awake? How do you feel? Is anything still uncomfortable? Do you want me to call a doctor?”

It was as if he had been possessed by a hundred thousand whys, asking everything in one breath. In truth, Wen Leling himself was not fully awake yet.

The blonde Sentinel was clearly stunned by the barrage of questions, failing to process them all at once. After a moment, he said: “No, there is no need.”

As soon as he spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his throat. He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but it was certainly the result of not having water for a long time. Seeing the faint blue circles under Wen Leling’s eyes and his lazy demeanor, the Sentinel did not seek help. Instead, he attempted to sit up. As he moved, his head swayed slightly, and a dull pain suddenly shot through him. He let out a hiss as his head buzzed. He reached up to touch it, only to find thick bandages.

?

The blonde Sentinel froze, a trace of confusion in his eyes. “My head?”

He clearly remembered that the injury was to his leg. Why were the bandages on his head?

Wen Leling’s breath hitched. He pursed his lips and unnaturally shifted his gaze away. The chaotic scenes from yesterday flooded into his mind unbidden.

In the alleyway, the doctor had sent a video to confirm the Sentinel’s condition and told Wen Leling that the man had indeed been poisoned, identifying the toxin as a precaution. It was an extremely rare poison sold only on the black market. Depending on the dosage, the victim would enter a state of combined heat within a certain timeframe. It required deep mental regulation from a Guide with a compatibility of over 70% to alleviate, or an injection of a massive amount of compatible Guide Pheromones. Otherwise, the Sentinel’s mental landscape would rapidly and completely collapse under the erosion of high temperatures and chaos, leaving them beyond cure.

As luck would have it, Wen Leling’s compatibility with this Sentinel was 71%. This Sentinel was also one of the members of Team 012 that Wen Leling was responsible for: Zhou Xun.

Zhou Xun had saved his life, so Wen Leling naturally would not leave him to die. However, he did not perform deep regulation. He suppressed his own physical discomfort to provide Zhou Xun with some shallow regulation, hoping to buy time, but he encountered resistance.

Zhou Xun initiated a reverse regulation!

This made things even worse for the already mentally exhausted Wen Leling. Even though Zhou Xun was clearly in agonizing pain, he kept repeating unclearly: “No, go away, I have a boyfriend. I cannot, I cannot, I would be letting him down.”

These words undoubtedly pushed Wen Leling into a difficult dilemma. For a moment, he did not know whether to admire the greatness of the relationship between Zhou Xun and his boyfriend, or to douse Zhou Xun with a bucket of cold water to make him recognize the reality of the situation.

Besides, it was only shallow regulation.

Unexpectedly, amidst his hesitation, Zhou Xun’s instincts took over as the toxin took hold. While he rejected the regulation, he also uncontrollably wanted to approach, seize, and possess this high-compatibility Guide. Fortunately, while Wen Leling was offering comfort, he remained on guard. Several times, he was nearly pinned down and restrained.

After much struggling, desire began to overtake Zhou Xun’s sanity like a prairie fire. Wen Leling found it increasingly difficult to control him, and the rescue team was still nowhere to be found. Forced by circumstance, he momentarily diverted his attention to make a phone call. He never imagined that this one call would jeopardize them both.

Zhou Xun’s endurance reached its limit. Like a starving wolf pouncing on prey, he took advantage of Wen Leling’s distraction to pin his hands against the wall, reaching for the fragile gland. Feeling a chill on his gland, Wen Leling instinctively released his reserved mental energy, drawing Zhou Xun into a trance-like hallucination. Then, with quick reflexes, he picked up a stone and threw it at Zhou Xun. He aimed for the shoulder, but as Zhou Xun moved, it struck the back of his head.

Wen Leling closed his eyes, whispering with an unnoticeable dryness: “I am sorry.”

The ward remained silent for a long time. Zhou Xun looked at him. The youth’s overly beautiful face was etched with exhaustion, and a lingering trace of shock was faintly visible. The hazy images overlapped, and the fragmented memories in his mind gradually reassembled.

He was not Lele. Lele was not a Guide.

Zhou Xun could roughly guess what poison he had been given. Wen Leling had saved him. Even when he had lost his sanity and kept muttering his refusal for regulation, Wen Leling had not given up on him. Later, to protect himself, Wen Leling had no choice but to use such an extreme measure to strike him.

He did the right thing.

Remorse and apology surfaced in Zhou Xun’s heart. He said: “No, it was my fault. I am the one who should apologize. Thank you, I caused you a lot of trouble.”

Hearing him take all the responsibility, Wen Leling paused. A very faint smile that seemed to offload a heavy burden spread across his lips. “Since we both feel it was our own fault, let us stop being so modest or apologizing to each other.”

He checked the time and stood up. “Are you sure there is nothing else uncomfortable? If not, I will head out first. Do you want to contact your boyfriend to come take care of you? If you do not want to or if it is inconvenient for him, I can come, or I can help you hire a nanny.”

As he spoke, he found a piece of paper on the nightstand and wrote down a string of numbers. “This is my phone number. You can contact me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, but there is no need. It is convenient for him.”

Zhou Xun did not take it, and Wen Leling did not push further. He tossed the note into the trash.

“Then, goodbye?”

“Yes, goodbye.”

“Be safe on the road.”

On the way back to the dormitory, Han Wangfei asked him for the tenth time if today’s livestream would really go smoothly. He was traumatized by being stood up.

Wen Leling was also helpless. There had been so much going on these past few days, with unexpected incidents popping up constantly. He felt as if his body was about to fall apart. Upon returning, he still had to stream today’s session plus make up for yesterday’s lost time.

Three hours.

He had posted a poll for the livestream content in advance. Because he had been a flake so often, Han Wangfei told him to set up a plot and a clothing poll as a compensation benefit.

[Which setting do you like best? ^_^] A. The cold-faced cute youngest member of a boy group who is penalized for a stage error by being forced to livestream in only a dress. B. … C. …

[Which outfit do you like best? ^_^] A. A small, bubble-style short skirt. B. … C. …

When the deadline arrived, Wen Leling saw that both A options had won by a landslide. He did not know if he would be asked to dance. Although this dormitory had an automatic sound silencer, the Sentinels’ hearing was incredibly sharp. If he disturbed them…

“You are back.”

Ah?

“Ah. Yes.”

He walked quite softly. Was the soundproofing that bad? Wen Leling was startled, his footsteps halting. He was afraid of waking Fu Tingchuan, so he had not turned on the lights, slipping into the dormitory in the dark. Yet, he was still discovered.

The man would not try to settle the score for him going out without reporting, would he? Would he really be that overbearing?

“Why did you not tell me you left the dormitory?”

He was overbearing. It felt like being caught red-handed by a father when returning home late.

Wen Leling stammered: “Uh, next time for sure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Endure, he had to endure. The priority was to get back to his room to livestream, not to argue with Fu Tingchuan over who was the father and who was the son. Wen Leling internally calmed his anger.

Fu Tingchuan also changed the subject, saying: “The things you bought were delivered by Xia Congmian and put in the fridge.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.” It was the dessert he bought before the incident. It was nearly time for sleep and not suitable for eating, so Wen Leling dashed straight back to his room.

Showering, changing clothes, starting the livestream, the whole process had become muscle memory. However, unlike before, he had blocked Fu Tingchuan before starting the stream. He had not been able to contact Xiao Wenye or Min Chi, and he was not sure if they would show up, so to be safe, Wen Leling blocked them as well. There was also [Lele’s Only Certified Husband], who was suspected of potentially leaking information, so he did not survive either.

“Hi! I am back!” Once the camera was on, Wen Leling greeted everyone before sinking into the character.

Since it was a boy group, there naturally had to be teammates. Wen Leling did not hire extras, but he could achieve the same effect while also making the second, third, and fourth top donors happy. He relied on nothing but his camera.

For his livestreams, he could hand over the camera control to those on the voice channel. Wen Leling had played with this once before where he could set the range of movement. Last time, he had failed to account for everything, and the four top donors had messed around, causing his account to be banned for a week.

This time, Wen Leling learned his lesson. He adjusted the settings for the lower range as well. Once the second, third, and fourth donors actively joined the channel to play his teammates, he officially started the livestream.

The white short skirt barely covered the base of his thighs. Bathed in the hazy glow, his skin looked even more soft and smooth. His waist was supple and slender, easily held in one hand. Perhaps with a little force, it would break. Caught in the breeze generated by his every move, the hem of his skirt swayed gently, his rounded buttocks appearing and disappearing from view.

[Hi, baby!] [You are here! Is it not a bit too luxurious to eat this late at night? (Drooling.jpg)] [Forget eating, I am going to charge in without thinking.] [Charging in right at the start? You do not want to live for what is next?] [I do not care, pleasure first!] [I am late, what is the baby’s persona today?] [Cold-faced cute boy group maknae.] [A pity baby does not show his face, sigh.] [Actually, this episode is my private customization. Baby is the kind of clumsy little beauty who debuted because he was pampered for his face but has yet to deliver a perfect stage. On the surface, he was provoked by insult-following and made a bet that the next stage would be completed perfectly. If he misses a move, he has to wear a skirt and livestream free-balling while practicing until he learns it. In reality, he just wants to wear a skirt for me. So, when will baby finish learning? Can you come home and play with me afterward? (Puppy misses you.jpg)] [? What do you mean your customization? This is clearly mine. Baby is actually my canary, and I am his master. This is his task for today.] [My baby does not play S&M, thank you. Even if he did, he could only be the master.] [Baby’s shirt is so transparent, this is too obvious. Do you usually pinch them yourself? Or do you have a man behind our backs?] [So white, hehehe, baby is so white.] [Pinkish-white.] [Want to eat.] [Want to eat.] [Want to eat.] … [When will baby start dancing? (Expectant.jpg)]

“I have to wait a bit longer, I am not very good at it yet.”

Wen Leling did not want to waste too much time, so he was very serious about studying the dance moves. He had not been looking at the screen. Just as he was about to tilt his head to stretch his muscles, he happened to see this replyable comment.

[It is okay, baby, take your time.] [Who has the camera permission right now? I am asking! Can you stop moving back and forth and film downward? We came to see the baby, not to see you show off your hand speed. Another minute of shaking and you are out.] [Too merciful. One second.] [Brother, film like this: set the camera to the lowest height and film upward.]

The person currently holding camera control was the third top donor. Wen Leling was not looking at the comments, so the donor took it upon himself to adjust the camera to the highest point and film downward. Absolute rebellion.

[? No, brother, what are you doing?] [Hello, One-Second Brother, is there a problem?] [Can baby kick One-Second Brother out? He is affecting everyone’s viewing experience.]

“Cough, cough.” Wen Leling scanned the comments. He did not say it directly but coughed twice as a reminder. The camera immediately began a turtle-paced upward crawl.

[Hahaha, One-Second Brother got sanctioned by the baby!] [Oh, baby’s move just now was perfect, it looked a bit like he was being pounded. (Shifty eyes.jpg)] [Baby, you really know what everyone loves to see. This is how you pamper your dogs. (Crying.jpg)]

It was almost time. Wen Leling straightened his clothes in the mirror while running through the moves in his head once more. Aim for a one-take!

He took a deep breath and came before the camera. An opening high-leg kick instantly sent gifts flying across the livestreaming room and triggered a system warning.

[Aaaah, baby, that move! It showed!] [My god, this is what I deserve for staying up late.] [Wait, what? Is it that? Was he not wearing anything?]

[He only wore the skirt!] [Let me see. (Eyes wide.jpg)] [Did anyone screenshot?]

[Let me touch.]

[Let me lick.]

Lele’s Only Certified Husband: [You are livestreaming?]

[Blocking me?]

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