Chapter 99

Chapter 99

After the bath, Bao Tingyuan carried Wen Cishu to rinse off briefly before helping him to the bed.

The new bed was made up with silk sheets, midnight-blue like the night sky.

Wen Cishu lay down, one long leg slightly bent, his palm pressed against the sheets, the very image of the classical Chinese depiction of a "jade body reclining in disarray."

His eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied yet slightly shy smile playing at his lips.

When Bao Tingyuan climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers over him, Wen Cishu suddenly came to his senses a bit, letting out a puzzled, "Hmm?"

Bao Tingyuan dimmed the lights, turned to his side, and kissed his forehead. "Get some sleep."

"Ah?"

Wen Cishu blinked in confusion, his breath caught as he stared wide-eyed at those mesmerizing green eyes. "Bao Tingyuan, are you treating me like some tool?"

Bao Tingyuan brushed his long hair aside and whispered against his ear, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

Under the covers, Wen Cishu planted a hand against his firm chest. "Oh, right, right. My body isn't well, so I guess I'm just your assistant now—no need to worry about me."

As he spoke, he turned to the left, but a broad hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. He lifted his shoulder, trying to break free.

Bao Tingyuan pressed him flat onto the bed, watching as he squeezed his eyes shut in a huff, his lashes pressed tightly into a soft, furry curve. "Is that how 'assisting' is supposed to work?"

Wen Cishu shot back, "Chinese is rich and complex. Of course, a foreigner like you wouldn’t understand." The moment he finished, his lips were kissed.

Bao Tingyuan asked in a low voice, "Angry?"

His arm wrapped around Wen Cishu’s waist, pulling him closer. "Listen to the doctor. In a few days—"

"Ha!"

Wen Cishu snorted sharply, rattled off sarcastically, "Mm, thank you, President Bao, for your oh-so-thoughtful care. Goodnight."

The moment the words left his mouth, he pulled the covers up over his head.

Bao Tingyuan, having received this rapid-fire rebuttal, found his eyes curiously bright with amusement.

His gaze traced the outline of Wen Cishu’s clearly sulking form beneath the blanket as he said gently, "Cishu? Really angry?"

"No," Wen Cishu said tonelessly. "Turn off the lights and sleep."

"Mm." Hearing the weariness in his voice, Bao Tingyuan didn’t bring up the new bed again and switched off the lights.

The room fell into silence.

Wen Cishu, realizing Bao Tingyuan truly intended to just sleep like this, got more and more worked up—so much so that he wanted to pounce and bite him.

—Why was it that Bao Tingyuan could kiss him whenever he wanted, use his hands however he pleased, but he couldn’t do the same?

Angry as he was, his unsatisfied body still thrummed with unmet desire.

Wen Cishu drank in the scent of Bao Tingyuan’s pheromones, closing his eyes as his mind replayed images of the bathtub—those skilled hands kneading his soft chest and abdomen.

Bao Tingyuan had initially thought he was falling asleep, but soon realized something was off. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Cishu ground out in a strained whisper, "Turn around."

Only then did he notice Wen Cishu’s hand moving subtly under the covers, trailing over his own heated skin.

The thought of what he was about to do sent tiny electric shivers coursing through Bao Tingyuan's body.

He quickly turned on a distant wall lamp again: "Cishu?"

Wen Cishu pressed the back of his head against the soft pillow, arching his slender neck.

As he took deep breaths, his nostrils flared slightly. His eyes were hazy with desire as he lightly bit his plush lower lip, his face flushed with desire.

Ignoring Bao Tingyuan, he bent one knee to lift the blanket, lost in pleasure as if spellbound.

Desire stained Wen Cishu's face like the glow of sunset, transforming him into a veritable Greek god of desire, tempting mortals to abandon all restraint.

Bao Tingyuan, his skin prickling, pulled him into a tight embrace, rubbing his cheek against Wen Cishu's temple while his hand slid down the delicate curve of his waist.

Wen Cishu's back arched instantly, his wet tongue darting over dry lips.

Their breathing grew ragged as the two entwined silently.

Until Wen Cishu felt his intense reaction—letting out a breathy laugh—before curling into the blanket and turning away, laughing so hard his shoulders trembled.

His long hair cascaded over his snow-white back, the slender spine beautifully arched, breathtakingly beautiful.

But strong arms immediately hauled him back.

Their gazes met, and the raw, unrestrained hunger in Bao Tingyuan's eyes was overwhelming.

Wen Cishu's laughter died instantly. The moment his smile faded, his soft lips were claimed.

Amidst the fervent kisses, Wen Cishu was lifted onto him, his legs parted with firm insistence.

When their bodies pressed together, both gasped slightly.

Bao Tingyuan reached over to press the bed's controls, and the headboard slowly rose.

"Hmm?"

Wen Cishu braced his hands on Bao Tingyuan's shoulders, suddenly remembering the new bed.

His fingers teased Bao Tingyuan's lips as he murmured, "Did you buy this bed just for this?"

Bao Tingyuan caught his fingertip between his teeth, nipping lightly. "Wasn't it your idea?"

It didn’t hurt, but the wet swipe of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through Wen Cishu—yet he didn’t pull away.

Bao Tingyuan tilted his head up to kiss him, his fingers working at Wen Cishu's waist to remove a ring before sliding it onto his ring finger.

"You—" Wen Cishu realized what he was doing, his entire body burning with anticipation.

Bao Tingyuan murmured between kisses, "Changed your mind?"

Wen Cishu curled his fingers, clutching both wedding rings now on his ring finger, burying his face in Bao Tingyuan's neck as he mumbled in embarrassment, "Be gentle..."

"Mm." Bao Tingyuan rested his right hand against Wen Cishu's back, feeling the rapid flutter of his heartbeat.

After a long while, Wen Cishu's eyes were reddened at the corners from the constant attention. His arms looped around Bao Tingyuan's neck as he muttered, "...Enough..."

But Bao Tingyuan only said, "The doctor advised going slowly."

Wen Cishu went still for a moment before hissing, "Don't bring up the doctor now."

Bo Tingyuan held the small of his back.

Their chests pressed together, allowing him to feel his heartbeat more clearly, without overthinking his own recklessness.

***

By the time it was over, Wen Cishu was spent but deeply content.

Lying on his back on the bed, a daring, impatient thought crossed his mind:

Once he recovered, he’d definitely explore this position again—thoroughly.

At the idea, a coy smile curled at the corners of his lips.

Bo Tingyuan cupped his chin, puzzled. “What are you smiling about?”

Wen Cishu nuzzled into his chest, his voice hoarse as he mumbled, “Bo Tingyuan, you’re mean. I was just about to sleep.”

Bo Tingyuan raised an eyebrow. Says the one who couldn’t get enough earlier?

But with the warm, yielding body in his arms, he simply held him close and murmured gently, “Alright, sleep now.”

Content, Wen Cishu drifted asleep in his embrace.

Bo Tingyuan, however, didn’t fall asleep immediately, lingering on thoughts of them.

The memory of Wen Cishu sitting in his lap earlier, so sinfully enticing, ignited another visceral response.

For years, he had longed for him, unable to have him, and the desire only grew stronger.

Now that he had him, the craving only intensified.

Perhaps, when it came to Wen Cishu, Bo Tingyuan’s desire was like wildfire, burning eternally.

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***

When Wen Cishu woke in the morning, he discovered he'd been clutching Bo Tingyuan’s wedding ring.

He had curled his fingers around it all night without letting go.

But Bo Tingyuan was no longer in bed.

“Where is he?”

Wen Cishu propped himself up, squinting sleepily across the room.

Just then, Bo Tingyuan emerged from the walk-in closet, tied in a haphazard robe, holding a shirt and trousers to change into.

“Did I wake you?”

“No.” Wen Cishu stretched a hand out from under the covers. “Here, your ring?”

As Bo Tingyuan reached to take it, the ring left its imprint against his skin.

Wen Cishu immediately withdrew his hand and ducked back under the covers, watching as Bo Tingyuan slid the ring back on.

The gesture was so ordinary, yet the moment their eyes met, electricity arced between them.

Wen Cishu bit his lip and feigned nonchalance, “This new bed? Definitely worth every penny.” “Hmm.”

Bao Tingyuan turned around to take off his robe and put on the shirt, saying calmly, "We can try some other positions tonight."

Wen Cishu: (ΩДΩ)

Mr. Bao, are you even listening to yourself?!

It's early morning now!

It's broad daylight!

He pulled up the blanket, intending to cover his face, but couldn't resist the view before him, so he secretly peeked out with just his eyes.

As Bao Tingyuan dressed with efficient movements, Wen Cishu mentally claimed:

God, those long legs—mine;

That chest and abs—mine;

That narrow waist and broad shoulders—mine.

Even this handsome face with its biracial features—still mine.

Heh~

Under the blanket, Wen Cishu grinned childishly.

After putting on his shirt and trousers, Bao Tingyuan strapped on a black leather armband onto his forearm.

Over the black shirt, the armband perfectly showcased the contours of his biceps, radiating controlled sex appeal.

Wen Cishu blinked, noticing something strange: "Where did this come from?"

Bao Tingyuan lifted his chin slightly, adjusting his collar. "You gave it to me. Forgot already?"

"Wait—"

Wen Cishu was baffled. "It wasn't for the arm. And this..."

He suddenly remembered that night when Bao Tingyuan had clearly buckled this thing around his thigh.

Even now, he could vividly recall the scene and the way Bao Tingyuan's hands had massaged and gripped around the thigh strap.

Seeing him deep in thought, Bao Tingyuan leaned in, propping himself up with one arm on the bed beside him. "Hmm? Remember now?"

Wen Cishu found himself eye-to-eye with those green eyes up close and whispered shyly, "You... you're really wearing this to work?"

Bao Tingyuan traced his lips with a finger, completely unbothered. "I'll wear a suit at work. No one will see it."

Wen Cishu slowly pulled the blanket over his head, screaming inside his head:

Hello, police?

There's someone being indecent in broad daylight—come get him!!!

Face hidden, came his muffled question, "Then when are you going to model that harness for me?"

Last time, he was meant to wear it, but I ended up wearing it instead.

Bao Tingyuan didn't answer immediately.

Wen Cishu called out in a clingy voice, "Daddy~~ Just wear it once, okay?"

By the bedside, Bo Tingyuan gently rubbed the tip of his ear with his fingertips, remaining silent.

Wen Cishu slowly revealed his shining eyes: "Okay, so you're agreeing."

Bo Tingyuan lowered his gaze thoughtfully: "You really wanna see it that badly?"

Wen Cishu raised his brows and glanced at the arm ring.

—If I didn’t want to see it, why would I buy it?!