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Haohao arranged his belongings in the room, carefully organizing his photography equipment and luggage before finally lying comfortably on the bed. Although he hadn't done anything particularly special today, the long journey combined with filming had left him feeling utterly exhausted. He stretched lazily, feeling the aches and fatigue in his body, and decided to take a good rest.
Lying on the bed with his arms behind his head, he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to what had just happened. Anthon's hesitant expression when he helped move things in replayed in his mind. Anthon had said something about taking care of himself and being mindful of others, his tone filled with concern. Remembering Anthon's slightly tense face made Haohao smile involuntarily; he wondered if Anthon was being overly cautious—after all, they weren't bad people.
He chuckled softly to himself, reassuringly thinking, "Da Shewan is a warm and hospitable person; everyone gets along well. While it's always good to have a bit of caution, there's no need to worry too much." Haohao had a great impression of Da Shewan; their previous collaboration had built a strong trust between them. Da Shewan was always enthusiastic and humorous, bringing countless laughs to the team.
As Haohao lay on the bed, he reminisced about the days spent filming with Da Shewan. The laughter and hard work seemed fresh in his mind. Da Shewan's warmth and humor always made everyone feel happy and relaxed. Haohao believed this collaboration would also be enjoyable; despite the tiring journey, he was confident that the upcoming filming would go smoothly.
Closing his eyes, Haohao felt the softness of the mattress and the weariness of his body. His thoughts gradually relaxed as he recalled exploring Taiwanese cuisine with Da Shewan; those memories filled him with warmth and joy. He thought about Da Shewan introducing him to Pingtung's specialty dishes, talking about those mouthwatering delicacies that made him feel excited.
Anthon's worries might just be excessive caution, Haohao thought. They were here to film a delightful show and should relax and enjoy this culinary journey. Both Da Shewan and Pig's Feet were experienced filming partners; they would surely complete this project successfully.
Haohao turned onto his side, feeling incredibly comfortable in the soft bed. His breathing became steady as his body began to relax, drifting into a gentle slumber. He believed that no matter what happened, they were all friends who would support each other through this wonderful time together.
In the last moment before falling asleep, Haohao felt a sense of peace and satisfaction. He believed tomorrow would be a beautiful day filled with new challenges and opportunities. Anthon's concerns might indeed just be overprotectiveness; he would gradually help Anthon lower his guard and enjoy this pleasant collaboration.
In the tranquil room, Haohao felt a touch of warmth and reassurance. A faint breeze whispered outside, carrying the tranquility and beauty of Pingtung through the night. His breathing became even and steady as his body slowly relaxed into deep sleep. He was confident that this journey would be an unforgettable experience filled with laughter, challenges, and joyful feasting.
The door to the room was quietly pushed open, a sliver of dim light seeping through the crack. Da Shewan and Pig's Feet stealthily entered, Da Shewan moving with an agility that belied his size as he silently stepped into the room. The dim lighting barely illuminated Haohao, who was lost in deep slumber.
Da Shewan's face displayed excitement mixed with a hint of madness; there was a sickly gleam in his eyes as his breath quickened with barely contained exhilaration. He cautiously approached Haohao's bedside, struggling to suppress his frenzied heart while trying to maintain silent steps.
Pig's Feet followed closely behind, looking cautious and tense as he occasionally glanced toward the door to ensure they wouldn't be interrupted. Da Shewan's fingers trembled slightly with excitement that was almost overwhelming as he slowly leaned closer to Haohao, his gaze filled with an unhealthy desire.
At that moment, Haohao was completely unaware of the intrusion by Da Shewan and Pig's Feet, still lost in his dreams. His breathing was steady, and a faint smile graced his face, as if he were experiencing a beautiful dream. Da Shewan gazed at Haohao's peaceful sleeping face, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.
He reached out, slowly approaching Haohao's face, his fingertips gently brushing across Haohao's forehead, the motion tender as if he were touching a precious work of art. Haohao's body trembled slightly at the touch, but he did not awaken, remaining deep in slumber.
Da Shewan's smile grew more sinister as he whispered to Pig's Feet, "Look how sweetly he sleeps; such an opportunity is rare. We must seize it."
Pig's Feet nodded, a hint of hesitation and unease on his face. Yet he dared not oppose Da Shewan's will and could only stand silently by, waiting for further instructions.
Da Shewan's fingers glided lightly over Haohao's face, savoring the softness of his skin, his eyes filled with perverse satisfaction. His hand slowly moved toward Haohao's neck, pausing at the warm pulse, feeling the rhythm of life.
"You know, Haohao, I have always admired you," Da Shewan murmured softly, his tone laced with a sickly sweetness. "Today, I can finally feel you up close."
Pig's Feet watched all of this unfold, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He was both terrified of Da Shewan's madness and envious of Haohao for capturing all of Da Shewan’s attention. In that moment, he could only silently observe, filled with helplessness and pain.
The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly oppressive and tense; every movement from Da Shewan carried an air of danger. Haohao remained asleep, completely oblivious to the peril surrounding him. Da Shewan’s fingers caressed Haohao’s neck lightly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He knew that at this moment, Haohao was entirely under his control and unable to escape.
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