Chapter 10: Will You Die If You Don’t Flirt?

Chapter 10: Can't Live Without Flirting?

"How did you get here?"

Chu Yan ravenously devoured two pieces of chocolate, finally gaining enough energy to question the man by his bed.

Fu Junhang, tall and long-limbed, brought a chair from outside, placed it by the bed, and settled into it with effortless grace. Though just a simple chair, he imbued it with the illusion of a grand armchair. He leaned back casually, legs slightly bent, and watched Chu Yan eat with an amused smile, lost in thought.

The young man's features were exquisite, though his face was pale, and his slightly full lips lacked color. Now, however, those pale lips were stained with chocolate, and the way he stared blankly at Fu Junhang gave him a strangely tempting allure.

He wanted to kiss him.

So, before Chu Yan could get an answer, Fu Junhang suddenly leaned in without warning, his long arm reaching behind Chu Yan's head—and then, he was kissed.

"Mmh~"

Was this even human? He was practically starving, and all this man cared about was kissing.

Chu Yan tried to push him away, but Fu Junhang was tall and strong, while he was weak and exhausted. He couldn’t budge him.

Then, something soft and wet slid across his lips.

Chu Yan’s body jolted as if electrocuted, trembling uncontrollably before his eyes flew wide open.

A dog's tongue! Was this man part dog? Why was he licking him?!

The hand Chu Yan had pressed against Fu Junhang’s chest went limp, his breathing turning ragged. But just then, the man abruptly let go.

Talk about perfect timing.

Fu Junhang leaned back with a wicked grin, lazily licking the corner of his lips as he teased, "Just helping you clean up."

Only then did Chu Yan realize what the man had done. This guy was dangerously charming, without even trying.

A can of cola and two pieces of chocolate later, Chu Yan finally came back to life—though he was still hungry. "How long was I out? Has my food delivery arrived?"

Now that he thought about it, the face he saw before passing out must have been real. So it was this man who had carried him to bed, not some delivery guy.

"Maybe... a few minutes?" Fu Junhang shrugged. "Didn’t see any food delivery."

Then he reached over and picked up a small cake from the side—Chu Yan hadn’t even noticed it was there.

Fu Junhang unwrapped it, stuck a small fork in, and handed it to Chu Yan. "Eat. Figured you might need this."

Chu Yan froze again. First chocolate, now cake? If he remembered correctly, this guy was supposed to be here to sign a patronage agreement. There was no way he just happened to have chocolate and cake on him.

"This cake, and the chocolate..."

"I just went out and bought them. Don’t worry, they’re free," Fu Junhang said smoothly, spearing a piece of cake with the fork and holding it to Chu Yan’s lips. "I show up and find my little sugar daddy starving himself into a faint—nearly gave me a heart attack. First time I’ve seen someone so broke from keeping a model they pass out from hunger. Guess you really like me, huh?"

"That’s not why!" Chu Yan was flabbergasted. "I just had insomnia last night, slept too late, and missed lunch today—that’s why my blood sugar crashed. It’s just nine million, you think I can’t even afford a meal?"

"Insomnia? So it *was* because of me," Fu Junhang mused, completely serious. "Nine million for three months with a top-tier model like me? Tsk tsk. Little sugar daddy, you hit the jackpot. Too excited to sleep, right?"

"You—! I’ve met shameless people, but you're in a league of your own."

What kind of twisted logic was this? Chu Yan was speechless.

Fu Junhang suddenly leaned in and prodded Chu Yan’s slightly rounded cheek. "Regardless of whether you lost sleep over me, *I* definitely lost sleep over you."

Chu Yan wasn’t buying his nonsense.

But the man had already pulled back, offering the cake again. "Eat up. Don’t like sweets? Or does my sugar daddy need me to feed him mouth-to-mouth style?"

*Does he die if he doesn't flirt?!*

Chu Yan hastily opened his mouth and swallowed the bite. It was sweet and rich, with a hint of blueberry.

Delicious! His eyes automatically narrowed in pleasure as he savored the taste.

The truth was, Chu Yan didn’t merely tolerate sweets—he loved them.

Perhaps because life had been too bitter, he always craved something sweet. But the more he wanted it, the harder it was to get.

Growing up poor, his grandmother only just managed to keep him from starving. She’d occasionally save up to buy him small treats, but never anything as extravagant as cake—that was only for birthdays. And even then, Chu Yan never got one.

He couldn’t bear to let his grandmother spend her hard-earned money on something so impractical and expensive.

But he *had* eaten cake before.

Sometimes, when classmates celebrated birthdays, their parents would bring a cake to share with the whole class. The other kids would gleefully smear it everywhere, but Chu Yan would always eat his share properly, never joining in the mess.

They praised him for being elegant, well-mannered, refined—saying he ate cake with grace.

In reality, he was just afraid they’d realize he’d never had cake before. He wasn’t being polite—he just didn’t want to waste a single bite. And it really *was* delicious.

"That good, huh?"

Fu Junhang’s voice snapped him out of his memories. When he blinked back to reality, he was met with a close-up view of the man’s handsome face. At some point, the model had leaned in again, those mesmerizing phoenix eyes studying Chu Yan like he was some exotic specimen. "So good it made you cry?"

"Who—who’s crying?!"

Chu Yan instantly denied it, but his hand still automatically went to wipe his eyes. Before he could, Fu Junhang caught his wrist and guided the fork—still holding the last bite of cake—to his own mouth, downing it in one go.

Then, still holding Chu Yan’s hand, he speared another piece and ate it.

It looked like Chu Yan was hand-feeding him.

He seemed to be truly appreciating it. Chu Yan could clearly see his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.

God, this man—even the way he swallowed was seductive. Chu Yan was starting to believe this model could double or even triple his market value in no time.

"Tastes rather ordinary to me," Fu Junhang mused, honestly confused. "So why did it make you cry?"

"Who cried over cake?!" Chu Yan rolled his eyes dramatically, mortified. "I told you, it’s low blood sugar—it’s a physiological reaction!"

But Fu Junhang wasn’t convinced. Instead, he pretended to suddenly understand. "Ah, I get it now. Little sugar daddy was so touched I bought him cake that he cried, right?"

"In your dreams."

Chu Yan wouldn't admit it, but his earlier melancholy had lifted, and his blood sugar had stabilized. Thank goodness—he was alive again.

Fu Junhang chuckled lowly, mussing Chu Yan’s sleep-tousled hair. "My little sugar daddy, you’re way too easy to please."

Chu Yan flushed again. Damn this "sugar daddy" nonsense—this was supposed to be a purely transactional arrangement of money and desire. So why did this guy keep making his heart race?

Besides, *he* was the one paying. Why did it feel like *he* was the pampered pet instead?

This was completely upside-down!

"Don’t call me that, or kiss your final payment goodbye."

Chu Yan snapped, though his pulse flickered.

The guy had just said he blacked out for a few minutes, yet in that short time, he'd managed to buy chocolates and a small cake for him. Although Chu Yan had only lived here for a few days, he knew very well that the original owner had rented this place precisely because it was secluded and less likely to be spotted by paparazzi. Consequently, there were no shopping malls or food shops nearby. The nearest supermarket to the apartment took at least ten minutes round trip, and the closest dessert shop was even farther—this was already accounting for Chu Yan walking at a brisk pace.

So, the man must have run there and back.

"Yeah, yeah, you’re the sugar daddy. Your rules."

"Damn right."

The agreement was drafted by Fu Junhang, and as per Chu Yan's request the previous night, it would take effect as soon as both parties signed and fingerprinted it.

Since it had already been agreed upon, Chu Yan had no objections after reviewing it. The second he signed, he wired the remaining eight mil.

"From now on, you're my pretty little songbird. I'll take care of you from here on out."

Chu Yan, acting like a flirtatious playboy, arrogantly lifted the man's chin. "This face... tsk tsk tsk, easy on the eyes, huh?"

Fu Junhang caught the wandering hand that had been toying with his chin and, with a firm tug, pulled Chu Yan from the sofa onto his lap. Their gazes locked, and the air between them crackled, their proximity so close that each other's breaths were palpable.

"So, sugar daddy—you into this?"

Chu Yan's heart raced. He had no idea what this man had done before, but the occasional hints of dominance he exuded seemed ingrained in his bones, making people unconsciously submit. He moved like a man born to command—no humble identity could mask his sharpness.

But Chu Yan wasn’t about to back down. He was the patron, after all. There was no way a model should overpower the patron's presence.

So, Chu Yan pressed a hand against the man's firm chest. Since he was his now, he could touch, knead, and squeeze however he pleased.

"Well? Up to your standards?"

"It’ll do."

The man chuckled lowly.

Chu Yan pivoted in one fluid move, straddling the man's thighs with his long legs.

Before Fu Junhang could blink, Chu Yan leaned in, one hand pressing on the man's shoulder while the other lifted his chin again. "You in?"

Even as his muscles locked up, he’d be damned if he didn’t claim what he’d missed last night.

Fu Junhang’s low laugh rumbled again. His bratty sugar daddy was a riot.

"Coming."