Chapter 109

Chapter 109

The maid, Chen Zui, prepared a more suitable dose for Xie Qingyue, checked on Xie Qingyue, and then touched the injection site, massaging it for a while to make it easier to insert the needle.

It was his first time doing this, so he took extra care to avoid hurting Xie Qingyue during the injection.

After all, his job was on the line. If he performed poorly, Xie Qingyue might fire him and never hire him back—something he definitely wanted to avoid.

Xie Qingyue remained quiet.

He was an easy master.

He waited calmly for the injection, allowing Chen Zui to prep the spot without any resistance.

Some of the liquid from the previous injection had been massaged out by Chen Zui, making his hand wet and sticky when he pulled away.

He raised his damp hand to show Xie Qingyue: "Madam, you absorb well."

Due to his fever, Xie Qingyue’s body temperature was high, and his face was flushed, nearly brighter than his cheongsam.

Xie Qingyue glanced at Chen Zui’s hand but said nothing.

Then, he saw Chen Zui lift the voluminous skirt hem. Xie Qingyue’s pupils contracted. He was wearing contact lenses, which he seldom used, so his vision remained unaffected.

What a flirtatious maid.

He wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Once the injection was done, Xie Qingyue would have to punish this misbehaving maid properly.

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Maid Chen Zui held the syringe prepared for Xie Qingyue and carefully approached the injection site. Perhaps anticipating the needle, even Xie Qingyue felt a bit nervous and fearful.

The area where Xie Qingyue was about to be injected tensed visibly.

But Maid Chen Zui was very gentle. He cared deeply for Xie Qingyue, so he would not let him get hurt or leave him with any unpleasant memories.

He moved closer slowly.

The previous injection had already taken effect, and combined with Maid Chen Zui’s earlier massage, the injection went smoothly.

Xie Qingyue pursed his lips without a sound.

But upon closer inspection, his long legs, sheathed in black stockings, were tensed, enduring the discomfort of the injection.

The leg muscles stretched the black stockings taut, as if a little more force would tear them, revealing fair skin beneath.

Maid Chen Zui paused.

He looked at Xie Qingyue.

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Chen Zui leaned in, his gaze falling on Xie Qingyue’s lips, which were exceptionally red from being pressed tight.

He kissed them.

A gentle, comforting kiss.

It easily coaxed Xie Qingyue to part his lips, allowing Chen Zui to take over.

Chen Zui kissed skillfully, nearly melting Xie Qingyue, making him completely lost in the kiss and unaware of anything else.

But Chen Zui’s dark eyes remained clear but filled with restraint and self-control.

The veins in his forehead became slightly more prominent.

After all, holding back now was difficult, but Xie Qingyue’s safety was his top priority.

Xie Qingyue opened his eyes briefly and noticed the sweat on Chen Zui’s forehead and the intensity in his eyes as he held back.

His heart fluttered.

The feeling of being cherished and deeply loved by Chen Zui was perfectly clear at that moment, filling him with happiness.

He raised his arms to wrap around Chen Zui, drawing him closer gradually.

Sensing Xie Qingyue’s eager response, Chen Zui kissed with even more passion.

Until a certain moment, when both of them stopped kissing at the same time.

No two people in the world could be closer than they were.

They looked at each other.

The next second, they joined in a fiercer kiss.

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The maid’s skirt billowed up and down, looking so buoyant and cheerful, hinting the maid was delighted at that moment.

Whether it was the skirt’s excessive puffiness or the speed of its movement, the swaying hem blurred into a continuous shadow, and the sound of the skirt hitting the petticoat created a steady rhythm.

Through the swaying skirt, glimpses of something beautiful could occasionally be caught.

It was a season of abundant rain.

Violent thunder struck the spring again and again, sending accumulated rainwater gushing out, muddying the uneven path.

The rain did not stop.

The thunder did not cease.

The maid lifted her skirt and took shelter in a cave. The cave was much warmer than the outside, and the walls were damp from the rainy season, dampening the maid’s clothes.

The maid pressed deeper into the cave, where the path grew narrower.

It almost left the maid stuck.

She paused, got used to it briefly, and then slowly continued forward.

This continued until she reached the end of the path.

There, she left all the gifts behind.

Chen Zui kissed his way to Xie Qingyue, from his neck to his chin, then to his lips.

He kissed until the arms around his back slackened.

Xie Qingyue’s vision took a moment to focus as he looked at Chen Zui, who was sporting a cute hair clip.

Abruptly, he bit into Chen Zui.

Chen Zui looked up, and the next moment, Xie Qingyue’s palm shoved against his chest, pushing him back. Chen Zui didn’t resist, collapsing easily under the light shove.

His beauty in a qipao rose and stood, straddling him.

He reached out and caressed Xie Qingyue’s ankle, stroking it gently.

"Madam."

"Did I not please you just now? Is this my punishment?"

Xie Qingyue lifted his other foot and placed it on Chen Zui’s chest. As he moved, the view under the swaying skirt became fully exposed.

The torn stockings looked like open-crotch lingerie, hidden beneath such an exquisite qipao.

Chen Zui didn’t hold back, staring hungrily.

Especially the gift he’d given Xie Qingyue earlier—now, as Xie Qingyue stood, much of it had leaked out, staining the black stockings around it a different color.

The sight was tantalizing.

Xie Qingyue, regal as a queen, gently lifted Chen Zui’s chin with a stocking-covered foot.

"Rip them."

Chen Zui turned his head and planted a kiss on the other calf, though his eyes never left Xie Qingyue’s face.

"As you command,

my lady."

The sound of the stockings tearing grated on their nerves, making both their breaths grow heavier.

The fine stockings were shredded by Chen Zui’s rough tearing.

Patches of black stocking alternated with pale skin.

Xie Qingyue adjusted his stance, cocking his head to inspect his maid’s handiwork.

"Not bad at all."

"You’ve earned a reward."

His gaze fell on Chen Zui’s ruffled skirt, adorned with a white lace apron.

It was adorable.

He nudged his foot forward, hiking up the skirt.

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Chen Zui gazed up at Xie Qingyue.

So fierce.

So exhilarating.

He felt that this version of Xie Qingyue could handle even two of him.

Then he saw Xie Qingyue sink down gracefully.

Chen Zui squinted his eyes.

Xie Qingyue bit his lip, stifling a reaction, and reached out to pinch Chen Zui’s chin. "What do we say when we’re rewarded?"

Chen Zui let out a low chuckle.

So he was still trying to train him.

How interesting.

But a real top doesn’t sweat the small stuff. He playfully nipped Xie Qingyue’s hand.

"Thank you,

my lady."

Such an obedient Chen Zui gave Xie Qingyue a rush of satisfaction. He decided he must reward Chen Zui properly—

make him scream "Master" from pleasure.

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Xie Qingyue actually had quite a few hobbies. Despite his prim and proper demeanor, he loved outdoor sports.

His favorite activity was horseback riding—he was a real pro.

He adored the freedom and adrenaline rush of horseback riding.

Now, he put those skills to full use.

The red qipao was perfect for riding, and the torn stockings added a raw, wild edge.

Xie Qingyue cut loose briefly, glancing down at Chen Zui and reveling in every shift of expression.

Noticing Xie Qingyue’s fixed gaze, Chen Zui obligingly amped up his reactions to satisfy the other.

But Xie Qingyue, as the rider, was outmatched by the "horse."

Gradually, he began to wear out,

even craving a break.

But the horse had gotten out of control and still didn't want to rest.

While others might find it hard to get off a tiger, Xie Qingyue now found it hard to get off a horse.

Chen Zui grabbed his waist. Xie Qingyue, such a sturdy man, seemed almost weightless in his hands, as if he could be tossed around effortlessly.

Chen Zui’s control was completely different from when Xie Qingyue was in charge. And now, Chen Zui was doing it on purpose. Though he had behaved obediently earlier, he wanted this show-off to know exactly who the real master was.

Xie Qingyue felt as if his soul was about to be flung out of his body.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but Chen Zui didn’t give him a chance to utter a complete sentence.

This bastard.

Chen Zui sat up.

He thought the sight of Xie Qingyue in a red qipao could be described in four words—a trembling blossom.

So beautiful.

He could be even more beautiful.

"Chen… Zui…"

Xie Qingyue’s voice sounded pleading.

Chen Zui curled his lip. "Wrong name."

Xie Qingyue looked at him dazedly. Wrong name?

This bad guy.

Chen Zui was waiting for him to say "master."

Xie Qingyue suddenly wrapped his arms around Chen Zui’s neck, pressing his soft body against him, and breathed out heatedly.

"Husband."

Even Chen Zui was caught off guard by that sudden address, momentarily losing his composure.

He lost all control with Xie Qingyue.

Xie Qingyue let out a sigh of relief—he’d made it. But before he could fully relax, he clearly felt Chen Zui stirring again...

He widened his eyes in disbelief.

The next second, he was pinned down by the beast-like man.

"Baby."

"You’re really asking for it."

Xie Qingyue didn’t understand what had suddenly come over him. All he could see was the fluttering hem of Chen Zui’s skirt and his hair clip falling loose.

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Xie Qingyue’s phone rang.

But deeply asleep, Xie Qingyue didn’t react at all. Chen Zui set down his water glass and glanced over.

It was Lu Buyan calling.

He ignored it.

Looking at the sleeping Xie Qingyue, he first took a moment to admire his disheveled state before carrying him to the bathroom.

Throughout the process, Xie Qingyue drifted in and out of consciousness, too exhausted to even open his eyes.

Occasionally, he muttered a word: "Bad…"

It was unclear whether he meant "bastard" or "broken."

After changing the bedsheets, Chen Zui carried the now-clean man back to bed, settling him into his arms. The sleeping Xie Qingyue nestled closer against his chest.

So well-behaved.

Lu Buyan, that idle man, sent a video call request again. Chen Zui muted the phone and tossed it aside, paying it no mind.

Gazing at the sleeping Xie Qingyue, Chen Zui rested his head against Xie Qingyue’s and soon drifted into dreams as well.

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Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. Xie Qingyue hadn’t fully woken yet, feeling disoriented as if the world were spinning.

It was like when he sailed out to sea, riding the waves…

He slowly opened his eyes, thinking it was the lingering sensation of a dream, only to see the walls appearing to move closer and farther away.

He blinked dazedly.

Belatedly, he realized he was being…

Chen Zui was truly full of energy. He didn’t make a sound or move, simply enjoying Chen Zui’s morning wake-up call.

His phone rang.

He reached for it—it was his assistant calling. He checked the time; it was already noon.

If he remembered correctly, he had a meeting to attend.

Xie Qingyue answered the call. Work couldn’t be delayed. Chen Zui was surprised that Xie Qingyue had picked up the phone. What a bold guy.

The assistant reported on the other end.

Chen Zui deliberately intensified his actions.

Xie Qingyue bit his lip and glanced back at Chen Zui, only to see his mischievous grin.

Xie Qingyue was helpless against him.

After the assistant finished reporting and waited for his instructions, Xie Qingyue took a deep breath before speaking.

He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

Chen Zui only grew more deliberately disruptive.