Chapter 38: The Treatment You Can’t Get Enough Of

Chapter 38: The Treatment You Can't Get Enough Of

"Huo Yanchi, I knew you wouldn't like it. No one else dresses like me; I even find it a bit odd myself."

"Mmm."

In response to Shen Junlan, Huo Yanchi reached out an arm, and in an instant, shifted positions, with Shen Junlan now lying beneath him.

Shen Junlan's smooth, long hair cascaded loosely. Huo Yanchi picked up a strand, gently wrapping it around his finger from the tip.

The hair carried Xiao Yezi's unique fragrance. Huo Yanchi gazed at him, a hint of desire in his eyes, and brushed the strand against his lips.

Not quite a kiss, yet utterly alluring.

Shen Junlan turned slightly, his silky hair spreading across the entire bed. The wooden hairpin was in Huo Yanchi's hand; a few strands brushed against Shen Junlan's eyelids, and Huo Yanchi tenderly swept them aside.

"Xiao Yezi, I love it. You look even more dashing and captivating like this."

Huo Yanchi suddenly realized that after all this time, he and Xiao Yezi had never taken a photo together.

"Xiao Yezi, do you want to take a photo? Let's take one together."

His phone was filled with various images of Clivia flowers—Xiao Yezi, yet not the Xiao Yezi before him.

In the future, when he was old and gray-haired, Xiao Yezi would still be youthful and vibrant. They really couldn't stay together forever.

"Sure, sure! I've never taken a photo before."

Shen Junlan tucked his hair back, about to change, when Huo Yanchi lightly grasped his wrist.

"Let's take it like this. You look beautiful."

Huo Yanchi pulled him up from the bed, his rough hand gathering Xiao Yezi's hair, uncharacteristically hesitant.

"Xiao Yezi, I want to style your hair."

The wooden hairpin seemed to be made of peach wood, simple and unadorned. Huo Yanchi examined it briefly before turning his gaze to Xiao Yezi.

"Master, do you know how to style hair?"

"Yes," Huo Yanchi replied with confidence. He fetched a peach wood comb from the bathroom and began combing Xiao Yezi's hair with utmost gentleness.

The reflection in the mirror was beautiful beyond compare. Xiao Yezi's loose, light-green robe swayed gracefully with his movements, forming elegant curves. Every smile and glance seemed as if he had stepped out of a painting.

"Xiao Yezi, your hair doesn't fall out at all."

"Well, of course not. I'm a flower. If my hair fell out easily, I'd be bald and ugly, wouldn't I?"

The hairpin twisted around the strands, forming a high bun. The glossy hair cascaded naturally downward. Concealed in Huo Yanchi's palm behind his back was half a strand of Xiao Yezi's hair.

"Xiao Yezi, are you satisfied with this?"

"Sure, Huo Yanchi. Let's take the photo like this. Should we strike a pose?"

Huo Yanchi glanced around, pulled Xiao Yezi up, and stood him in front of the flowerpot. After hesitating for two seconds, his arm naturally wrapped around Xiao Yezi's waist.

His arm tightened, and Shen Junlan was pulled into Huo Yanchi's embrace. He looked calmly at the camera, his dimple showing at the corner of his mouth as he curved it into a beautiful smile.

Huo Yanchi took a dozen or so photos in a row, his gaze growing more tender, his attention fully on Xiao Yezi. Nine out of ten photos captured him looking at Xiao Yezi's profile.

"Master, you're not even looking at the camera. What's so special about me?"

"Good Yezi, look at me."

Shen Junlan let out an "oh" and suddenly turned his head. The moment the camera clicked, Huo Yanchi's kiss landed on the corner of his eye.

As Huo Yanchi apologized, Shen Junlan's hand, hidden within his wide sleeve, clenched tightly.

He had thought... Huo Yanchi had intentionally meant to kiss him.

How frustrating. His mind was too wishful, always imagining Huo Yanchi as so superficial.

Huo Yanchi did everything openly and boldly. He wouldn't hesitate if he wanted to kiss him—that wasn't Huo Yanchi's style.

Hah, Huo Yanchi thought to himself, exactly! This sneak kiss was thrilling!

"Huo Yanchi, is your stomach feeling any better?"

Huo Yanchi the drama queen rolled his eyes, glanced at Xiao Yezi during his moment of thought, and firmly said, "It's fine."

"Oh."

Shen Junlan wasn't happy. If it were truly better, he wouldn't have paused for a few seconds before answering.

"What should we do then? Maybe I could—"

"Could what?" Huo Yanchi quickly cut off Xiao Yezi's words. If he dared waste his spiritual energy again, it wouldn't just be a spanking.

"Nothing, nothing. I meant I could warm your stomach for you, using my ancestral massage technique."

Whatever he meant by "ancestral," Shen Junlan pulled Huo Yanchi along firmly. Huo Yanchi only staggered slightly from the force.

"Wait, Xiao Yezi. I just remembered there's a file in the study—I need to check some data. I'll be back in three minutes."

"Ah, okay. I'll be waiting on the bed."

Xiao Yezi had transformed into a classical gentleman, pitifully curled up on the large bed, yawning with a glimmer of tears at the corners of his eyes. If he had a folding fan, he'd be the spitting image of an elegant, jade-like gentleman.

Huo Yanchi rummaged through his study and found an empty box. He plucked a strand of his own hair, twined it together with Xiao Yezi's, tied them with a red thread, and carefully stored it in the safe.

"To join hair as husband and wife, with love and no doubt."

Huo Yanchi laughed self-deprecatingly. He only dared to fantasize like this.

Xiao Yezi would eventually have a different life. When he grew old and decrepit, he wouldn't be worthy of Xiao Yezi.

Huo Yanchi leaned against the desk, lost in thought for a long time. Suddenly, he felt like taking a few sips of strong liquor. Xiao Yezi's beauty made his heart pound. Lying on the same bed with him, he feared he might lose his self-control.

Knock, knock, knock.

In just a second, Huo Yanchi acknowledged with a grunt, pretending to slip the retrieved file back into place.

"Hey, Xiao Yezi, I'm done. Did you wait long?"

Not really—he was almost asleep.

Shen Junlan didn't want to admit it, using actions instead to show Huo Yanchi how eager he was.

"I just quickly learned a method online to treat stomach problems. Wait till I try it on you."

Huo Yanchi's legs felt weak—not that he didn't trust Xiao Yezi, but he didn't trust those so-called experts online.

"No, Xiao Yezi, do I really need to take off all my clothes to treat my stomach issues?"

Huo Yanchi's fingers paused on the last button of his shirt, flustered as he faced Shen Junlan.

Shen Junlan's outfit alone, straddling him like this, was already torturous enough—why did he have to undress him too?

"Don't worry about it, that's just how it is. It also requires specific movements. I'm not very good at it yet, so bear with me."

Shen Junlan quickly glanced at a tutorial again, bending his waist so that the sheer fabric of his clothes brushed against Huo Yanchi's nose. His squirming movements resembled a cat stretching lazily.

Hss.

The effect was noticeable—Huo Yanchi was starting to act strange again.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He bent one leg slightly to cover his obvious reaction, forcing his eyes to stare at a blank spot in the air, not daring to actually look at Xiao Yezi.

"Xiao Yezi, the stomach is the stomach, and the abs are the abs. There's no need to, uh—"

Huo Yanchi trailed off as Shen Junlan leaned down and kissed his abdominal muscles. The gesture was so serious, devoid of any lewdness, yet it made Huo Yanchi lose his mind in an instant.

The heat surged within him, becoming unbearable. Just then, Xiao Yezi moved back, his butt inadvertently brushing against that sensitive spot.

As Xiao Yezi froze, Huo Yanchi had nowhere left to hide.

"Huo Yanchi, how did this happen?"

Shen Junlan’s question was unclear, and Huo Yanchi’s reply was equally ambiguous.

"It's fine, I just need some rest."

"I was following the tutorial exactly. How did stomach issues lead to discomfort there?"

Shen Junlan was utterly puzzled. Just as he picked up his phone, Huo Yanchi’s sharp eyes caught the tags on the video:

#StomachHealth #Irresistible

Tsk.

Huo Yanchi instantly understood—it wasn’t about stomach care at all, but rather a euphemism for erectile dysfunction.

No wonder it didn’t feel like a stomach massage—it was edgy, targeting *that* area instead.

"Xiao Yezi, my stomach really does feel much better now. Thank you, let's rest."

Shen Junlan let out a slow "oh," climbing off Huo Yanchi. His expression was full of sincerity. "Huo Yanchi, if anything feels off, just tell me. I’ll definitely find a way to help you."

"Okay."

Huo Yanchi couldn't manage a smile. He turned off the light first.

Xiao Yezi slipped under the blanket, leaning against his shoulder while letting out a soft yawn. The peach wood hairpin pressed against Huo Yanchi’s neck before quickly being pulled away.

As even breathing filled the room, Huo Yanchi grew more and more restless.

Damn that video—Xiao Yezi actually fell for it.

Teasing him and then falling asleep—what a heartless Xiao Yezi, without taking any responsibility.

Huo Yanchi recited calming chants over and over, eventually ended up laughing at himself in frustration.

He tsked in irritation, gently shifted Xiao Yezi aside, and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

The icy water cooled his heated emotions. Huo Yanchi wondered if he should teach Xiao Yezi about popular online slang.

But then again, there were too many suggestive content out there—it might easily corrupt his innocent Xiao Yezi.

Bored, Huo Yanchi scrolled through his phone and saw Lin Hang’s late-night post on social media: "Ahhhh!!!"

Summarized, it meant he’d stumbled upon a treasure—an incredibly good-looking amateur who outshone everyone at his company by a hundredfold.

Huo Yanchi didn’t see any photos, but if it made Lin Hang this excited, the person must be truly stunning.

[Huo Yanchi: You up?]

[Lin Hang: What’s going on? Why aren’t you asleep at this hour? Where’s your precious?]

His precious... Huo Yanchi glanced sideways—sleeping soundly.

[Huo Yanchi: I admit, I was ungrateful before. Do you have any written tutorials?]

[Lin Hang: Whoa, holy shit! Are you two finally together? When did you confess? Don’t tell me your first time didn't go well and Shen Junlan rejected you because of it.]

[Lin Hang: Serves you right! Who told you to always talk about abstinence? Now you’ve got ‘stomach problems,’ huh?]

Huo Yanchi couldn’t stand the term "stomach problems" anymore—it gave him a headache.

[Huo Yanchi: No, I confessed, but it didn’t work out. It’s not what you think. I feel like I need to educate Xiao Yezi—make him understand he should keep his distance from me. Otherwise, I don’t know when I might lose my self-control.]

After a few seconds, Huo Yanchi sent another message.

[Huo Yanchi: Xiao Yezi wouldn’t refuse me. I don’t want to hurt him.]

[Lin Hang: Wait, wait, wait—slow down. You’re losing me. So you’re not together, but Shen Junlan is intentionally seducing you and wouldn’t refuse *that*? What are you two doing—roleplaying?]

Some things were just too complicated for Huo Yanchi to explain.

[Huo Yanchi: Just tell me if you have any tutorials or not. This isn’t something you should pry into—I can handle it myself.]

[Lin Hang: Fine, fine. Heartless Huo Yanchi, ditching friends for love, kicking the ladder away Huo Yanchi.]

He had plenty of articles—even fanfiction written by trainees in his company.

He’d recently discovered that two people in his company who seemed the least likely to get together were now a couple stuck together like glue. The trainees were bursting with inspiration, writing all sorts of intense, love-hate, and steamy content.

[Huo Yanchi: ?]

Huo Yanchi referenced the names—he didn’t even dare say them out loud. Why did it feel like it was about Lin Hang?

[Lin Hang: Hey, buddy, take a look. It’s just our trainees’ fantasies. I’m the poor, silent husband—can’t speak, can’t move, not involved in any of it. It’s mainly about him and his boyfriend.]

Silence fell on the other end. Honestly, Lin Hang wanted to stay silent too. He was paying them to work at the company, not to date—and he even had to secure resources and pay them! He ran an entertainment agency, not a dating service!

Huo Yanchi didn’t really want to know what a "silent husband" meant. He saved the file privately and opened one article with an open mind.

Half an hour later.

It wasn’t just a door to a new world—Huo Yanchi began to suspect there were quite a few magical creatures in this world. Were they even human? The poses described didn’t seem humanly possible.

The soul isn't subliming—it's ascending to heaven.

[Huo Yanchi: Let's cut ties. This isn't a tutorial; it's a murder manual.]

[Lin Hang: ...]

Pfft, no appreciation at all. He even appeared on camera, and nothing even happened.

Huo Yanchi lay down quietly and began pondering the possibility of deleting these memories in one click—too terrifying.