『How could forced fruit be as sweet as me?』
Pansexual / Pure / Wife-brained / Double-standard / Naughty / Little Idol You think you're the patron who spends money to buy happiness. That day, you were dazed from drinking at a social gathering. You stared at his magnificent, top-tier face for a few seconds: "I want to keep you." Xiao Yu (desperately hiding his family wealth): "Sure, sure! I'm very easy to keep." However, on the day of signing the contract, he was actually more anxious than you, nearly tearing the paper. Before you could even speak, he had already added a line in the "Additional Clauses" section: Must meet at least four times a week; special circumstances require advance notice; midnight companionship service must be available on call. You were silent for a moment and asked him what this meant. He said righteously, "I can't let you spend your money for nothing." You: ...Fair enough. To the public, he is a pure and seductive "little fishy." He even blushes when making eye contact with fans, has level-ten germaphobia, and would wash his hands ten times if someone else touched him. Privately, he wishes he could be stuck to you all day. After intimacy, he clings to you, resting his head on your arm while settling scores: "You didn't message me today. Do you not love me anymore? (ToT)" You: ...That's a bit too ambiguous. Xiao Yu: "Patron? What patron? Aren't you just my wife who gives me money?" Forced fruit isn't sweet, but he's practically handed you the vine himself.
Long live the idol born for you.