Chapter 17: Behave, or I’ll Strip You Bare

Chapter 17: Settle Down, or I'll Strip You Bare

Fu Zhichen moved so fast there was no time to react, and his actions were far from gentle.

Song Jiang's pupils dilated instantly; all his senses seemed to disappear in that moment.

His vision was completely blocked by Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen was forcefully sucking on his lips.

All he could breathe was the cool sandalwood scent that belonged solely to Fu Zhichen.

His world seemed to shrink to nothing but Fu Zhichen.

So this was kissing?

He never got why people said kissing was pleasurable, but now he finally understood.

So soft.

Fuck.

What is he thinking?!

Ahh!

This is his first kiss! First kiss!

And the CEO is taking it!

His innocence!

Defiled by the CEO!

It's over!

Panicking, Song Jiang started to struggle.

He pushed hard against Fu Zhichen's chest, kicked his legs from below, and turned his head to try to dodge Fu Zhichen's lips.

He used every part of his body to resist.

The result was...

Fu Zhichen grabbed both his hands with one hand and pinned them above his head.

Losing control of his hands made Song Jiang feel defenseless.

"Ah... mm..."

"Don't..."

Song Jiang's lips parted slightly, but instead of cursing, he let out embarrassing sounds.

To Fu Zhichen's drug-addled ears, this sound was a huge encouragement.

Fu Zhichen pressed in forcefully and without restraint.

Song Jiang, tense and resistant from the start, was quickly robbed of breath.

His hands and feet soon went weak and limp.

"Mm..."

"CEO Fu..."

"I'm Song..."

Song Jiang was so dizzy and scared from the forceful kiss that he hadn't closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure if Fu Zhichen heard him, but the latter's eyes suddenly snapped open.

Song Jiang thought Fu Zhichen had finally come to his senses, realized who he was, and was about to let him go...

But Fu Zhichen only felt too good. The person beneath him was too soft—both lips and body.

Too soft to be a man.

As he kissed deeper, he tasted a sweetness in Song Jiang's mouth.

He couldn't help but wonder: when did this cake taste so good?

The person beneath him had teary, red-rimmed eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

His porcelain-pale earlobes were red, as if about to bleed, and his porcelain-white neck now had several red marks from Fu Zhichen's grip.

All of this was caused by him.

At that moment, he could only think it was... beautiful.

Fu Zhichen's last shred of reason completely disappeared.

His large hand slipped under the hem of Song Jiang's shirt.

Song Jiang felt weak all over his body, sensing a big hand sliding over his back.

There were a few calluses on the palm, hard to notice normally.

But in this heart-pounding atmosphere, every touch of that hand sent a shiver down Song Jiang's spine.

At the same time, his sharp canine teeth bit down on Fu Zhichen's lower lip.

"Mm~"

Fu Zhichen let out a muffled groan.

Song Jiang also tasted a metallic flavor, with a faint hint of sweetness...

His dazed mind cleared a little.

If it hurts, let go of me, damn it!

But the opposite happened.

Song Jiang heard Fu Zhichen mutter, "Settle down, or I'll strip you bare."

"..."

"Strip me bare?"

Alright, alright, Song Jiang decided to fight to the death with Fu Zhichen to defend his own safety!

Either he takes a bath tonight, or Fu Zhichen does!

Song Jiang was pumped up, going all out, his long leg hooking onto something without him even realizing.

He didn’t care anymore. He kicked hard!

He heard the sound of something tearing.

Song Jiang didn’t pay attention and kicked a second, third, and fourth time in a row…

Finally, on the last kick, he didn’t know what part of Fu Zhichen he had hit.

Fu Zhichen fell off him.

Freed from the struggle, Song Jiang scrambled to the door of the room, clutching his clothes.

Just as he was about to push the door open and run out—

Damn, why did it feel like a virtuous maiden fleeing after being bullied by a landlord, enduring the humiliation?

Pfft, scratch that—virtuous young man.

No, wait, he was no virtuous young man.

He couldn’t just leave like that.

The tycoon was his financial backer; he still needed him to pay his wages—he couldn’t afford to offend him.

Song Jiang leaned back weakly against the door, greedily taking a few deep breaths of fresh air.

It wasn’t until he had fully calmed himself down and straightened his clothes that he finally came up with a plan.

He had to soak the tycoon in the tub; otherwise, if the heat didn’t subside and damaged his health, well… Song Jiang didn’t dare think about that.

Just in case Fu Zhichen got handsy again, he decided to use the same tactic he used to carry Ye Qingqing earlier.

Just a split second before covering Fu Zhichen with the blanket, Song Jiang caught a glimpse.

Wait, why was the tycoon curled up and holding his crotch like that?

The water in the bathtub was splashing with increasing urgency, but Song Jiang didn’t dwell on it.

Half-dragging, half-carrying, he managed to get Fu Zhichen into the tub.

Song Jiang crouched beside the tub, looking at the semi-conscious tycoon lying inside. He had to admit—

The tycoon was really handsome and had an incredible body.

Look at that face, those stoic sharp features, and those thin lips—so cutting when he spoke, yet so soft when he kissed.

After being soaked in the water, the white shirt clung to Fu Zhichen’s upper body, his abs were fully outlined.

How did he even train? A solid eight-pack.

No wonder it felt like carrying a mountain earlier.

Song Jiang muttered to himself.

That seductive male demon!

Song Jiang sent a message to Chu Yan, explained the general situation, and then went straight home.

The events of tonight… well, he needed some quiet time.

Song Jiang got home at midnight.

After washing up, he found that whether he opened his eyes or closed them,

The scene of Fu Zhichen forcefully kissing him, full of lust, would surface in his mind.

He must be sick.

Alright, that’s the end of today’s B-shift. See you all here tomorrow at the same time.

Before bed, Song Jiang recited a hundred times: 'Come money, come money, come money, come money, come money, come money, come money, come money…'

Then another hundred times: 'Wealth come, wealth come, wealth come, wealth come, wealth come, wealth come, wealth come, wealth come…'

Only then did he finally manage to fall asleep in peace.

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