Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan Song Shilin took up his mobile phone, unhappily saved the photo to the album, then put it aside, turned off the light and fell asleep. As soon as he lay down, Bo Yu became entangled in him just like a octopus. “You are busy at work!” said Bo Yu. “Well, I can handle it.” Song Shilin stroked the young man’s hair affectionately. He was in a good mood because of Bo Yu’s rare obedience and ...