Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Wen Cishu hid in the bathroom for a long time, like he was up to no good.

Under the hot shower, he imagined Bo Tingyuan wearing just the garters and thigh bands without any clothes on.

The steam made his face flush, growing hotter and hotter at the thought of what was about to happen.

It took him a while before he finally stepped out.

The lights in Wen Cishu’s bedroom were all turned off, leaving only the silvery moonlight spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the other side of the screen, Bo Tingyuan’s bedroom still had its lights on.

“Where is he?” Wen Cishu pulled his robe tighter around himself and walked over, noticing the bathroom door was closed, with the muffled sound of running water coming from inside.

What happened to that heart-shaped box?

Wen Cishu turned around and quickly scanned the bedroom in the low light.

The watch box he had chosen was on the table, and a new watch already sat on the nightstand.

But the white heart-shaped box was gone without a trace.

Wen Cishu grew anxious—had Bo Tingyuan not liked it and simply left it behind?

Crap—did he think I was some creep?

He hurried to the sitting area of his room, turned on the lights, and searched everywhere, but still found nothing.

Just then, he heard footsteps.

Wen Cishu’s dark eyes darted as he quickly thought:

Maybe he could pretend the boutique had made a mistake and say he had actually bought clothes?

Bo Tingyuan stepped forward. “Looking for something you forgot?”

Wen Cishu whirled around, about to bring up the box, but his gaze caught on the exposed chest beneath Bo Tingyuan’s loosely tied robe. He faltered. “Uh…”

Unbeknownst to him, he was just as irresistible in Bo Tingyuan’s eyes.

Wen Cishu’s face was flushed peach-pink, with a few damp strands of black hair clinging to his temples and neck. His loosely tied robe draped over his soft skin, the hem revealing two slender calves.

He carried the warm, clean scent of his bath.

As Wen Cishu hesitated, trailing off, Bo Tingyuan took a step forward, lowered his head, and captured his shiny pink lips in a kiss. His arm slid down Wen Cishu’s waist, lifting his long legs and scooping him into his arms, adjusting his grip with a little bounce.

“Hmm?” Wen Cishu automatically looped his arms around Bo Tingyuan’s shoulders, his legs already naturally locking around his waist. He asked softly, “Where’s the heart-shaped box?”

His eyes met Bo Tingyuan’s piercing green eyes, trying to gauge his reaction—whether he liked it or not.

“In my room,” Bo Tingyuan said, heading toward the bedroom while reaching back to turn off the lights.

“Oh.”

Wen Cishu couldn’t decipher his expression. “But I didn’t see it earlier. Where did you put it?”

Bo Tingyuan hesitated briefly and looked at him. “The walk-in closet.”

"......"

Wen Cishu’s ears rang, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

—That walk-in closet had seen its fair share of surprises.

His relaxed posture stiffened instinctively as he quickly fumbled for words, "Then... have you opened it?"

Bao Tingyuan didn’t answer, just pushed the screen closed before continuing toward the walk-in closet.

Wen Cishu swung his legs nervously, his lips pressed tightly together.

His mediocre people-reading skills were worthless here; he couldn’t decipher Bao Tingyuan's attitude at all.

Never mind.

Wen Cishu gave up on the spot.

"What’s with that face? Don’t you like the clothes in the box?"

Bao Tingyuan stepped into the walk-in closet, shutting the door as he went.

"Clothes?"

Wen Cishu straightened up rigidly, summoning all his acting chops as he put on an exaggeratedly puzzled head tilt, "Hmm? It’s not clothes?"

Bao Tingyuan asked, "Who did you pick them for?"

"For you, of course."

Wen Cishu replied, as if it were obvious, "Didn’t I say I bought two gifts for you? Right?"

By then, he had already spotted the white box placed beside the sofa and played dumb, "Wait, isn’t it clothes?"

Bao Tingyuan sank into the sofa. "It is clothes."

"Huh?"

Now it was Wen Cishu’s turn to be completely lost. His eyes widened in shock as he braced a hand against the sofa armrest, awkwardly straightening up.

—Did the store screw up the order?

Their gazes locked. Bao Tingyuan reached out, lifted the box lid, and lifted a black lace thong with one finger. "This size—for me?"

"What is this?!"

Wen Cishu’s eyes almost popped out. He snatched it over, bending down to squint at it in the lamplight.

Bao Tingyuan watched as his cheeks visibly reddened.

Wen Cishu fumbled with the lace and flimsy straps, his fingertips trembling slightly.

When he looked up, his face turned beet red, "I... this... this isn’t what I bought."

What kind of store is this?

They can’t even deliver the right item?

Bao Tingyuan raised a hand, slowly dragging his knuckles along Wen Cishu’s burning cheek and jaw before settling his thumb against his lower lip, rubbing gently. "Then what did you buy?"

"I..." Wen Cishu struggled to speak, glancing down at the embarrassingly delicate lace panties in his hand. Since the wrong item was already delivered, he might as well just shift blame to the brand. "Just clothes..."

His flustered muttering was unexpectedly alluring.

Bao Tingyuan tilted his head, leaned in to brush against those deceitful lips. "For me?"

"Of course, for you."

Wen Cishu leaned back, staring into his eyes. "You didn’t think I’d buy this to... to..."

He picked up the panties, too embarrassed to finish his sentence. His gaze darted nervously, words stumbling. "Wait—why aren’t your glasses on?"

Bao Tingyuan pinched his chin, lips grazing as he murmured, "You want me to?"

At this moment, Wen Cishu genuinely wished he would—otherwise, the dangerously intense vibe radiating from him wouldn’t be so overwhelming.

Bao Tingyuan’s next words jolted him back.

"If what you bought me was clothes, then... are these for yourself?"

His fingers gently cupped Wen Cishu’s chin, turning both their faces toward the white box.

Inside, black leather straps, thigh bands, and other... items gleamed softly.

In the silent room, the sound of Wen Cishu swallowing hard in shock was deafeningly clear.

*Uh... how should I talk my way out of this now?*

*But he wanted Bao Tingyuan to wear them!*

Gritting his teeth, Wen Cishu pressed against his cheek and whispered, "If I said... this *is* the clothes I bought for you? Would you believe me?"

Bao Tingyuan countered lightly, "Clothes?"

Wen Cishu nodded with unprecedented conviction. "Yeah, clothes!"

"Oh——" Bao Tingyuan drew out the syllable, feigning realization. "If these are mine, then... these are yours?"

He lifted Wen Cishu’s wrist, pushing the panties higher in his grip. "The size is right."

Wen Cishu: "......?"

What 'size' even mattered to this open-sided lace panties?

But that wasn’t the point. He fisted Bao Tingyuan’s shirt. "So... do you want to try the gifts I bought?"

Bao Tingyuan: "How?"

"Well..."

Wen Cishu reached for the cross-back harness, fingers brushing over the crisscross straps. Softly, he said, "You’d have to take off your clothes first to try it. It’s... worn against bare skin."

Before he even finished speaking, his own face burned even redder.

*This was just dirty talk delivered deadpan.*

Bao Tingyuan dangled the panties from a finger, mirroring his faux-seriousness. "Then this one... you’d also have to undress to try."

His tone was as composed as if they were discussing a quarterly earnings report.

Wen Cishu stared at the parted lace underwear, frozen in shock for two full seconds.

"I..."

He felt Bao Tingyuan's arm slither around his waist like a python, heavy and slow, before his lips pressed against Wen Cishu’s.

"Only letting me undress and try it on for you, while you secretly try it on without showing me? Is that what you mean?"

The hot breath at his ear was maddeningly teasing.

Wen Cishu finally realized—

Bao Tingyuan was making a deal with him.

No wonder he was the favored successor of the Bao family business, even by Old Master Bao.

A born shark!

Bao Tingyuan waited patiently, brushing faint kisses on the tip of his ear, breathing in his soft, sweet scent while quietly feeling the unsteady beat of his heart.

"Mmm..." Wen Cishu rested his forehead against the crook of Bao Tingyuan's shoulder. "But... I've never worn anything like this either..."

Bao Tingyuan kissed him gently. "I'll help you."

Wen Cishu tilted his head up, holding onto him as they kissed and pressed close until his shyness faded and his body went limp, before Bao Tingyuan guided him into a kneeling position.

When Bao Tingyuan's hand slid under his robe, Wen Cishu hurriedly covered his eyes with his own hand, gasped, "I’ll do it myself—no peeking."

Flushed, he fumbled around, straightening up to reach for a piece of clothing in the cabinet.

The sash of his robe loosened, and the robe’s front gaped open as he moved.

Bao Tingyuan's hands gripped his waist, and with just a slight lift of his head, his nose grazed Wen Cishu’s chest, his lips following the motion as Wen Cishu reached for the item, leaving a trail of kisses downward.

"Ah—" Wen Cishu snatched the garment and clumsily tossed it over Bao Tingyuan's face.

The high bridge of his nose pressing against the fabric instantly brought back memories of that night, making him hold his breath unconsciously.

Through the fabric, under the dim light, Bao Tingyuan traced the contours of his smooth, pale skin with his gaze, his fingers drifting lazily up and down the smooth curve of his waist.

A soft *smack*—Wen Cishu swatted his hand away.

Even with his face covered, Bao Tingyuan still reached for him, even brazenly rolling his hips.

Wen Cishu glanced down and glared.

He had noticed earlier, but he hadn't expected it to be this... obvious.

He was a little worked up too, but not to this extent.

Sitting sideways on Bao Tingyuan's lap, he lifted a leg to remove his own underwear before putting on the lace pair.

But the fabric was laughably skimpy—even Wen Cishu himself felt his face heat up at the sight. It was just—obscene.

Was the ever-evolving fashion industry meant for developing *this* kind of thing?!

One of the side ties was slender and smooth, and Wen Cishu's fingers trembled nervously as he tried twice and still couldn’t tie it right.

Just as he bent his head to concentrate, Bao Tingyuan pulled the garment off his face. "I’ll do it."

Wen Cishu's hand trembled, almost bolting.

Bao Tingyuan pulled him close, letting him lean sideways into his embrace, one arm wrapping around his slender waist as he slowly tied the silk ties.

The black lace embroidery clung to his fair, smooth skin, radiating a wordless, tantalizing allure.

Wen Cishu slowly drew his long legs together, until a firm hand pinned one knee, leaving him straddled.

Bao Tingyuan pushed aside the fallen hem of the robe that had been obscuring the view and muttered, "The size fits."

Wen Cishu: "..."

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he whispered, "Only the size?"

Bao Tingyuan admired him for a moment. "The color is nice too."

Wen Cishu tapped his back. "Alright, your turn now."

It was as if they were playing a little game between adults, taking turns.

Bao Tingyuan didn’t refuse, tossing the shirt over Wen Cishu’s eyes.

Wen Cishu whined unhappily, "If you won’t let me see, how are you going to manage?"

Bao Tingyuan just smirked, his gaze lingering on the lips beneath the shirt as his fingertips slowly traced over them.

Feeling his touch and stare, Wen Cishu held his breath, biting his parched lips.

In the thick tension, Wen Cishu felt him kiss through the fabric.

Fabric still parted their lips, yet the longing for each other grew fiercer.

One of Bao Tingyuan’s hands cradled his back protectively, while the other slid to his waist, tugging and toying with the ribbons.

Lost in the swelter, Wen Cishu felt more tempted than ever, closing his eyes and flicking his tongue insistently, trying to breach the dampened shirt.

Too far gone that he didn’t even notice Bao Tingyuan shucking off his robe, only pressing deeper into his embrace.

When Bao Tingyuan finally tore away the shirt, they were skin to skin.

Like a sudden volcanic eruption, their kiss deepened instantly.

By the time Wen Cishu, eyes still shut, felt the cool leather straps against his skin, it was too late.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes, dazed and glossy, only to realize in shock that Bao Tingyuan was strapping him into the harness.

Bao Tingyuan’s hands circled his body, tightening the crisscrossed straps at his waist before swiftly buckling them at the small of his back.

Wen Cishu shoved halfheartedly at his shoulder, his breath hitching. "You... that’s not how it’s supposed to be."

The black leather against his jade-like skin was downright sinful.

Bao Tingyuan captured his lips, his voice thick with tease. "Isn’t this how it’s worn?"

Gasping, Wen Cishu tried halfheartedly to push him away while still craving more of his kisses, chasing his lips like a man starved.

He shifted his waist—the straps weren’t tight, but the sight of himself like this was too much, frustration burning his eyes pink. "Bao Tingyuan!"

Bao Tingyuan kissed him again, kissing him stupid, before working a garter up his thigh slowly.

Wen Cishu was completely limp, unable to resist at all. He pressed his feet firmly against the floor, too flustered to meet his gaze, and could only lean in to kiss him instead.

Bao Tingyuan lifted him up and quickly carried him out of the walk-in closet.

He wanted to see this enticing figure properly on the bed.

Sure enough, once Wen Cishu was laid on the bed, he fidgeted with embarrassment, his damp, dark eyes smoldering with desire.

He could read the tempest in Bao Tingyuan’s eyes—both longing and fear. "Don’t look anymore. Just hold me. Mmm—"

Bao Tingyuan leaned in to kiss him, his palm gliding over his skin.

His skin was too delicate; squeezing too hard would make him ache, but the pent-up desire surging within him only made him want to take him apart completely.

Wen Cishu could tell—today, his grip was especially rough, particularly when gripping his thighs and waist, as if he had completely lost control, unable to hold back.

When his fingers entered him for the first time, Wen Cishu pulled away, gasping.

Bao Tingyuan noticed his slightly quickened heartbeat and slowed his movements, taking his time.

Before long, Wen Cishu grew accustomed.

Bao Tingyuan sat up against the headboard, pulling him into a new embrace, letting Wen Cishu perch in his lap.

Knees spread, Wen Cishu pressed against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his fingers as he rolled his hips.

"Mmm… Bao Tingyuan~"

Wen Cishu moaned his name.

Bao Tingyuan paused, tense. "Are you okay?"

Wen Cishu shook his head. "Not my chest."

He hesitated, too embarrassed to speak. "Can you… switch hands?"

Bao Tingyuan didn’t understand, kissing him as he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Wen Cishu buried his face against his chest, murmuring softly, "The ring."

Realizing, Bao Tingyuan withdrew his fingers, quickly removing the ring and setting it on the nightstand before continuing.

Too shy to lift his head, Wen Cishu only muffled whines against his skin.

Before long, to his surprise, he had turned into a drenched sponge, twisted relentlessly by Bao Tingyuan, yet still dripping wet.

He remembered the dream he’d had.

The emerald-eyed python, the crimson rose, and the trickling dew…

Entangled just like love and desire, fused together.

When the python slipped between the rose petals, Wen Cishu tilted his head back, choked on a wanton sigh.

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment made his scalp prickle.

Bao Tingyuan orchestrated their rhythm, his palm always anchored firmly against the left side of his back, knowing his pulse better than he did.

Beyond satisfaction, Wen Cishu felt a bone-deep trust—as if he could surrender completely to Bao Tingyuan.