Chapter 120 Tighten

Chapter 120: Tighten

"You just played with yourself, and you still want more?" Shen Shiyan's lips pressed tightly against the back of Shen Ci's neck, his breath hot and fast, "Baby."

Shen Ci's eyes were wet with tears, his breathing was a total mess, and he managed to get out a sentence between breaths.

"It's all your fault... seducing..."

His lower back and spine were kind of numb.

"Okay, okay... my fault." Shen Shiyan chuckled softly, carefully smoothing down his hair, "I'll make it up to you. When you've had your fill, hubby, that's when you can get out of bed."

The pillow was soaked with Shen Ci's sobs.

......

"I'm hungry..." Shen Ci closed his eyes and elbowed the person behind him, his voice was completely shot, "Brother."

Shen Shiyan reached out and rubbed his belly.

"You still got the energy to move?" Shen Shiyan sat up and put on his own pajamas, "I bought the upstairs unit, just for you to store your clothes and props. Want to go see it?"

Shen Ci rolled over in the blankets, struggling a bit.

"Shen Shiyan." He ordered in a super bossy tone, "Come here and lower your head."

Shen Ci kissed Shen Shiyan on the cheek as he leaned in, "After we eat, we'll go together."

"Sleep a bit; I'll call you when the food is ready." Shen Shiyan pressed his forehead against Shen Ci's and rubbed, like kittens and puppies do when they're getting to know each other.

Scrambled eggs with chives and curry cod didn't take long. Shen Shiyan also made a mushroom and three-delicacy soup, and boiled some fish soup in another small pot for the little furball.

The steam from the rice was rising. Shen Shiyan checked the time, washed his hands, and went to the bedroom to call the person.

Shen Ci had been thoroughly worn out. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face half-buried in the pillow. The little furball was also on his stomach, sprawled out next to Shen Ci.

Shen Shiyan reached under the covers to pull him out. Instead of putting on pajamas, he just put Shen Ci in one of his own shirts that was lying next to the pillow—whether for sniffing or wearing, he didn't know.

Shen Ci half-opened his eyes, not struggling, letting Shen Shiyan put the shirt on him, then socks, and finally using the ribbed comb from the nightstand to smooth and tie up his hair.

"I feel like an oversized doll you bought to dress up." Shen Ci shuffled slowly behind Shen Shiyan in his slippers, stretching. He was wearing low-rise solid-color sweatpants. When he raised his arms, the shirt rode up, showing a strip of his waist with a few faint bruises.

At the very end was the little furball, also stretching.

Shen Shiyan turned off the smallest flame under the soup pot, ladled a bowl of soup for Shen Ci, and then scooped some fish and a little soup into the little furball's small bowl and placed it on the floor.

"Bought?" Shen Shiyan patted the little furball's head and couldn't help laughing, "Then you can't call me 'brother' anymore from now on."

Shen Ci took a sip, then grabbed a piece of cod and put it in an empty bowl, glancing at him: "Why?"

Shen Shiyan sat down and habitually pushed the plate closer to Shen Ci, answering with a smile: "I'm the buyer, so you gotta call me master."

Under the table, Shen Ci kicked off his slipper and kicked Shen Shiyan.

After the meal, Shen Shiyan cleaned up, and Shen Ci went to the dressing room to plan the space. He planned to turn the dressing room into a streaming room.

Shen Ci was a man of action. He thought and worked simultaneously, clearing out a big chunk of space, then pulling out his ring light, tripod, and makeup from his suitcase to set up on the big vanity.

By the time Shen Shiyan came in, he had almost everything set up, just waiting to move the clothes and stuff upstairs.

"Brother, doesn't the upstairs need any work?" Shen Ci handed an empty box to Shen Shiyan to put outside.

Shen Shiyan helped clean up the empty boxes and suitcases as Shen Ci directed, saying calmly, "I checked it out. The layout upstairs is the same as ours. After swapping out the furniture, it'll be good to go."

"It's actually a bit wasteful. The units at Yunjing Mansion have gotten even pricier in recent years." Shen Ci turned on one of the fill lights, making his entire person look even whiter.

Shen Shiyan chuckled softly: "Not wasteful. Shen Sicheng is coming back in a few days. He can stay upstairs."

Shen Ci bent over to adjust the camera setup: "Brother Sicheng can take the guest room."

"That's not convenient." Shen Shiyan reached out and pulled his shirt down a bit.

Shen Ci caught on and was totally choked by Shen Shiyan's 'not convenient' comment, unable to say anything else.

Slowly, the room started to look like a real streaming setup. Shen Ci sat down, grabbed some concealer, and dabbed it on the hickeys on his neck with a small puff: "Brother, come with me tomorrow to move the clothes up. I'm feeling lazy today, just want to stream for a bit."

"?" Shen Shiyan looked at him, somewhat hurt, "Not planning on going public with me?"

Shen Ci paused his dabbing and looked at the slightly frowning person behind him in the makeup mirror: "Brother, isn't being a secret lover fun?"

The person in the mirror parted his thin lips, his voice cool: "Not really."

Shen Ci laughed so hard his hand shook. After putting the concealer back, he said, "Some of the fans are minors. I have to strictly follow the platform regulations. The stream cannot have a bad influence on minors."

Shen Shiyan relaxed his brows a bit, walked over, and half-squatted, casually resting his arm on Shen Ci's leg: "How many hours will you stream?"

"About an hour and a half." Shen Ci reached out to smooth away the remaining frown on his brow, then ruffled Shen Shiyan's hair a couple of times, teasing him, "Brother, with that look on your face, I look more like the master, don't I?"

"Master." Shen Shiyan never bothered with the issue of titles. He stood up, took a blanket from the closet behind him, and draped it over Shen Ci's lap, "Kiss me, and I'll go work."

Shen Ci wrapped his arms around his neck, pressed his lips against Shen Shiyan's for a moment before parting, saying somewhat discontentedly, "Who commands their master like that?"

Shen Shiyan smiled, not quite properly. He raised one hand to gently grasp Shen Ci's wrist, bringing his hand down from his neck. In Shen Ci's slightly puzzled eyes, he guided Shen Ci's hand to touch his own neck, his thumb and forefinger forming a grip on his Adam's apple. Then he looked down at Shen Ci's eyes.

"Tighten." Shen Shiyan instructed in a low voice.

Shen Ci's heart raced a bit. Following Shen Shiyan's words, he applied a little force with his hand.

Shen Shiyan curled his lips, released his grip on Shen Ci's wrist, and covered the back of his hand. He knelt down decisively, lifting his head slightly to stare directly into Shen Ci's peach blossom eyes.

"Begging master for another kiss."

Shen Ci's face flushed red. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed Shen Shiyan again.

The latter slowly stood up, straightened Shen Ci's swivel chair, and bent over from behind to button up one of his shirt buttons, leaving only the top one loosely undone.

"Thank you, master." Shen Shiyan nibbled on Shen Ci's earlobe, "I'm going to work now."

"Shen Shiyan, why are your knees so cheap?" Shen Ci recovered a bit, "Aren't men supposed to value face and dignity?"

Shen Shiyan reached the door but turned back, smiling faintly: "What face do I need with my own wife?"

He wasn't lying. As long as Shen Ci wanted to see it, even in a crowded public place, his knees would still be cheap.

After Shen Shiyan left the room, Shen Ci was in a daze for a while before setting up the streaming equipment and pressing start.

Both the dressing room door and the study door were open. Shen Shiyan could hear Shen Ci replying to the barrage.

"I've been busy lately, but I'll have regular updates from now on, babies."

"Yes, I'm in Yun City. I'll be settling down in Yun City in the future too."

"Thank you, Jianbingguozi, for the sports car..."

"..."

Shen Shiyan was a bit distracted to type.