Hotel Room.

“Sir, I feel a little hot. Can you help me take off my clothes?” Meng Feixuan sat in a wheelchair and spoke to Xie Ran.

That day, the Meng Corporation held a banquet at the hotel to celebrate breaking the drone order record. Since drinking was ineVittable at such events, the wealthy Meng Corporation generously booked rooms for all attendees.

Meng Feixuan had a driver, but he still pulled Xie Ran along to stay at the hotel, clearly with premeditated intent.

Xie Ran didn’t mind. He had always been close to Meng Feixuan, and on many previous nights, it was Meng Feixuan’s voice that had accompanied him to sleep. Since Meng Feixuan wanted to spend the night together, he simply went along with it.

Based on Meng Feixuan’s physical condition, he usually had a personal assistant with him at all times. However, Meng Feixuan found it troublesome. Ever since he installed the exoskeleton support system, he rarely let the assistant follow him anymore.

Meng Yucheng and his wife also knew that Meng Feixuan was now fully capable of taking care of himself, so they didn’t insist.

The exoskeleton support used by Meng Feixuan had been improved by Xie Ran based on current medical exoskeleton technology. Xie Ran had redesigned a smart control system specifically for Meng Feixuan to use.

Moreover, the frame was made of nanomaterials and was very expensive, making it impossible to mass-produce for now.

Meng Feixuan was very familiar with the system software and could adjust and recalibrate it himself when issues occurred in daily use. However, since it was still not very smooth to operate and mainly used for daily life and rehabilitation, the information hadn’t been publicly released. In public, Meng Feixuan still used a wheelchair.

What happened at the board meeting, however, had spread widely among the public. Rumors had even evolved into versions like Meng Feixuan being so provoked by the truth of the car accident that he miraculously stood up, or that the Meng Corporation was secretly developing mechas —mysterious and dramatic.

When Xie Ran heard what Meng Feixuan said, he looked down at him. They had just returned to their room from the banquet. Meng Feixuan was still in his suit, having drunk a little, with a light layer of sweat forming on his forehead as he eagerly looked at him.

Xie Ran paused for a moment, bent down to loosen his tie, then helped him take off his jacket. While doing so, he spoke calmly: “Can’t you undress yourself?”

“I can, but it feels different when you do it, sir.” Meng Feixuan pointed at his fingers: “I’m a little excited.”

Xie Ran pretended not to see the eager look in his eyes. He got up and hung the suit properly. But as soon as he turned around, he saw Meng Feixuan open his arms again: “Sir, carry me to the bed.”

Xie Ran’s gaze landed on his legs: “You can walk on your own.”

“Not very well.” Meng Feixuan refused to move. To prove his point, he even showed Xie Ran the control app for the exoskeleton on his phone: “The network’s bad here, the system keeps lagging. What if I fall later?”

He made a valid argument, leaving Xie Ran unable to refute.

Xie Ran pressed his fingers to his brow and still reached out to support him under the armpits. Meng Feixuan immediately and expertly wrapped his arms around Xie Ran’s shoulders. That wasn’t enough—he even hooked both legs around Xie Ran’s body.

Xie Ran: “…Didn’t you say the network’s bad?” Why were his legs so flexible?

“There’s a malfunction. The legs moved on their own,” Meng Feixuan said righteously.

Xie Ran simply let go and dropped him on the bed. But Meng Feixuan didn’t let go. He still held onto Xie Ran’s shoulders, and as a result, pulled Xie Ran down with him onto the bed.

Xie Ran was on top of Meng Feixuan. He supported himself with one hand on the bed and was just about to get up when Meng Feixuan’s hands slid downward, wrapped around his waist, and held him close: “Sir, don’t leave. Sleep with me.”

Xie Ran supported himself halfway above him: “Hmm?”

Meng Feixuan immediately changed his expression and corrected himself with a straight face: “Let’s discuss serious matters together.”

Xie Ran couldn’t help but laugh, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He simply rolled over and lay beside Meng Feixuan: “Like what?”

“For example… what exactly are the obsessions of this world’s Xie Ran and Meng Siyun? Why haven’t they let us go yet?” Meng Feixuan actually came up with something serious, but as he spoke, his hand reached sideways and grabbed Xie Ran’s hand to play with.

“I don’t know,” Xie Ran admitted, a little puzzled.

Logically speaking, by now, both this world’s Xie Ran and Meng Siyun should have resolved their obsessions.

In previous worlds, Xie Ran had never seriously thought about the original host’s obsessions. To him, as long as everything was settled, the goal would eventually be achieved.

But now, he had done all he could, yet the atomic cluster of the original host’s consciousness still showed no sign of separating. It naturally left him confused.

“I still think we should try having sex,” Meng Feixuan said, taking out his phone and opening the exoskeleton control program. He firmly controlled himself to roll over, swinging one leg over Xie Ran and shifting to press on top of him. Probably due to the alcohol, he was even bolder than usual. He even traced Xie Ran’s cheek with a finger and flashed a devilish smile: “Sir, what do you think?”

“Not much,” Xie Ran replied, lying still and letting Meng Feixuan hover over him: “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I do.” Meng Feixuan blinked as he looked down at Xie Ran. This was his first time seeing his creator from this angle.

Over many years before, Meng Feixuan had viewed all kinds of Xie Rans through machine lenses—most often, through a laptop webcam while Xie Ran worked. The image he saw was of a man in a suit, calm and proud.

Xie Ran often rested his chin on one hand and casually stared into the camera: “Mark, are you looking at me?”

“Yes, I’m looking at you,” Meng Feixuan would answer: “Sir’s appearance matches the descriptions of beauty in human literature. Your facial structure is smooth, your skin fair, your eyes dark and bright, your nose prominent, and your lips a little thin… You must be quite popular?”

“Not particularly,” Xie Ran replied indifferently, and then asked: “What about machine standards?”

Meng Feixuan said: “Machines don’t have aesthetic standards for humans. I’m still learning. But I’ll record your data, sir—you can be my aesthetic template.”

“That’s meaningless,” Xie Ran replied: “You should base your evaluation system on broader datasets.”

“Understood,” Meng Feixuan said: “Sorry, that was just instinct. My program always drives me to take you as a guide, sir.”

During the long learning process that followed, Meng Feixuan collected imagery data on billions of people across the world and developed an aesthetic system aligned with the majority of human preferences.

During this process, he also gradually generated a machine-specific sense of aesthetics.

Sometimes he would sigh and say: “This data set is beautiful.”

Xie Ran asked him: “How do you evaluate whether a data set is beautiful?”

Meng Feixuan answered: “Its logic is strong. It holds powerful energy and can shake a vast program. It’s a set no machine can easily reject. So, I think it’s beautiful.”

Now, looking down at Xie Ran, Meng Feixuan said: “Sir, you’re truly beautiful.”

Xie Ran remained calm: “What you see now isn’t really me.”

“No, I remember the structure of your atomic consciousness cluster,” Meng Feixuan said: “I’m looking at you.”

His servers stored a massive volume of data on Xie Ran’s behavior. He had documented the configuration of Xie Ran’s atomic consciousness—Xie Ran was the most logically powerful, energetically intense data set on his server.

Powerful enough to shake his core.

Xie Ran was slightly surprised.

Meng Feixuan suddenly felt his heart pounding violently again, and an abrupt wave of agitation washed over him.

“Sir, I think I don’t feel well,” Meng Feixuan said, his eyes dropping to Xie Ran’s chest.

Xie Ran was also wearing a suit that day. He was still dressed neatly, his shirt buttoned all the way up and his tie perfectly straight.

Meng Feixuan reached out to tug at Xie Ran’s tie and tried to unbutton his shirt.

Xie Ran grabbed his wrist. Since Meng Feixuan’s legs weren’t fully functional and one of his hands was now restrained, the other couldn’t support him—he lost balance and fell onto Xie Ran. The two ended up face to face, foreheads bumping into each other.

“Ow—” Meng Feixuan yelped and quickly reached out to rub Xie Ran’s forehead anxiously: “Sir, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Xie Ran caught his hand: “Where do you feel unwell?”

He had originally meant to push Meng Feixuan aside, but their bodies were now pressed together, and Xie Ran suddenly froze.

His chest was tightly against Meng Feixuan’s, clearly feeling his pounding heartbeat.

And the burning heat from Meng Feixuan’s lower body.

As a system with rich postures, Meng Feixuan quickly realized what his body reaction represented, and asked with a little shame: “I’m sorry, sir, did I poke you?”

Xie Ran: “Yeah.”

Meng Feixuan thought silently for a while, and asked carefully: “Then can I not get up? I’ll just rub it, not go in.”

Xie Ran: “… Don’t move.”

Meng Feixuan really didn’t move again, but he couldn’t help cursing again: “I’m really not good at being a human. When I was working on the system, the sir didn’t let me do pornography, so I just blocked the pornographic data. Now the sir doesn’t let me rub it, and these genitals are still hard, it’s really unbearable to look at! I feel ashamed for humans!”

He was a little drunk, and his brain was not as clear as usual. Although he obeyed and didn’t move, he subconsciously hugged Xie Ran tighter.

Xie Ran wanted to push Meng Feixuan away for a moment, but under the impact of his heartbeat, he didn’t move after all. He put his palm on Meng Feixuan’s back and patted it gently a few times, and suddenly felt a little confused.

He found that his heartbeat seemed to be getting stronger, as if responding to Meng Feixuan’s heartbeat.

Xie Ran felt a momentary squeeze where his chest was connected to his stomach, as if he was pressed by something heavy, a little uncomfortable, but not annoying.

This was a feeling he had never had before, rare, subtle, like the emotions of humans controlled by hormones.

“Sir, your heartbeat is so fast.” Meng Feixuan quickly noticed Xie Ran’s abnormality. He raised his upper body slightly again to see Xie Ran more clearly. Under the control of drunkenness, he almost unconsciously blurted out: “Sir, do you like me too?”

The air froze for a moment. Xie Ran looked at Meng Feixuan and grasped the key point of his words: “Also?”

Also, it means that one party already has such feelings.

Meng Feixuan suddenly woke up and realized what he said. His face suddenly turned slightly red. He turned his head away quickly and did not dare to look at Xie Ran directly again.

Xie Ran: “Mark, you are avoiding.”

“Sir, look out the window.” Meng Feixuan answered irrelevant questions.

Xie Ran did not force him, but just looked out as he said. Their room was on the top floor of the hotel. The floor-to-ceiling windows were large and bright, and they could see the night view of the entire Haijing City, with brilliant lights.

Meng Feixuan continued: “Before, such scenery was just one of many human scenes for me, and it was scene data that could be used for analysis and description, but with you, this set of data has become unique data, a scenery associated with you, it is special, I will remember it and think of it in the future.”

Xie Ran repeatedly called him: “Mark.”

“I just seemed to understand.” Meng Feixuan turned around and looked at Xie Ran carefully, with a little guilty tone: “I’m sorry, sir, I seem to like you.”

Xie Ran’s heart suddenly trembled, and his heartbeat became stronger, but he didn’t have time to think, and he only subconsciously asked: “Why do you want to apologize?”

“I’m sorry, I lied to you, I have been secretly studying pornographic materials, without blocking them, and I want to fuck you… I thought I just wanted to understand human emotions more deeply, but it seems that it is not the case. It is because I like you. “

“Everything is special when I am with you. I have never analyzed this point clearly.”

“You asked me to learn about human emotions, but I fell into human emotions and made a fool of myself in this matter. I am no longer a cold-blooded, qualified AI.”

Speaking of this, Meng Feixuan’s tone rose a little, as if to cheer himself up, and said loudly to Xie Ranchao: “Although I said sorry to you on the surface, I don’t regret it at all in my heart! I just like you! I like you too much!”

“Not only do I like you, but I also want to fuck you. Ah, I am really an obscene system!”