“Don’t worry, it won’t tire you out.”

The moment Si Xuanyang said that with such certainty, Yu Sen suddenly froze.

What did that mean? Why didn’t he quite get it?

“If it won’t tire me out, does that mean you’ll be tired for me?”

“Yes, don’t you think I’m very considerate?”

“Well… being considerate is up for debate,” Yu Sen raised an eyebrow, deliberately making his body heavy and trying to fall down, “I think you should be pretty tired already.”

He intended to break the illusion of Si Xuanyang’s pretense, but surprisingly, Si Xuanyang went along with it and said, “I am tired… So why don’t we change the location?”

“What? Hey, wait a minute!”

Si Xuanyang carried him straight to the room without leaving a word for Si Nan downstairs. Yu Sen panicked immediately. The way he was acting now didn’t seem like a joke; it seemed like he was serious!

Even with Yu Sen’s thick skin, he could feel his whole body heating up.

“Wait, wait… don’t you think things are moving a little too fast!?” He stiffened his body, clinging tightly to Si Xuanyang’s neck, his hands intertwined behind his neck, silently vowing not to let go.

“Fast?” Si Xuanyang adjusted the person in his arms, glancing down at his panicked eyes, his previous aggressiveness replaced by a calm expression, “I remember you were the one hinting and teasing me before. What, are you getting selective amnesia now? If you’ve really forgotten, I can help you remember—sofa, seven minutes, does that ring a bell?”

With that, he leaned in, lowering his head as if to kiss Yu Sen’s lips, his breath suddenly chaotic. Yu Sen quickly pulled one hand back to cover his mouth, glaring at him before glancing downstairs, his voice muffled, “Don’t you think now isn’t the best time? Si Nan and Luo Yu are still downstairs!”

Si Xuanyang paused, then snorted with a half-smile, “I remember the first day we met here, you asked me how soundproof the room was. Do you remember my answer? If not, I can help you recall it in detail.”

Yu Sen was immediately at a loss for words. At that time, he had indeed asked that question to make Si Xuanyang misunderstand his relationship with Si Nan. Looking back, though he didn’t regret it, having his own words thrown back at him was definitely embarrassing.

“N-no need…”

…

With a “bang,” the door closed. The room was dimly lit with light-colored sheer curtains fluttering gently in the breeze, barely concealing anything. Outside, the golden warm light poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room with vibrant, lively colors like an overturned paint bucket.

Yu Sen was gently placed on the soft bed, his arms instinctively releasing their grip as his body sank into a pile of soft pillows, as if he was lying on a cloud. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, murmuring, “Indulging in broad daylight isn’t a good thing…”

“Food and sex are natural human desires.” The hoarse voice was like notes of wine, forcefully drilling into his ears, intoxicating him even before tasting it.

The hand on his eyelid was gently removed, exposing his vulnerability to the sunlight. His eyelids trembled slightly, resembling a butterfly’s wings fluttering, and someone gently teased them with their fingertips before laying warm, lingering kisses on them.

Yu Sen’s whole body shuddered, letting out an involuntary gasp. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the bright light through his eyelids. This open, spacious environment where every detail was exposed made him feel extremely insecure, and he twisted his body to escape.

But his hands were tightly restrained, pinned on either side, and the soft bed and pillows beneath him felt like countless gentle tentacles, pulling him deeper, sticking to him tightly, draining his energy bit by bit, making even the slightest struggle seem like a teasing invitation.

The hot, moist breath lingered from his eyelids to his sensitive earlobe, the wet, soft tongue licking and teasing inside his ear, before naughtily biting his earlobe, nibbling it at the edge of his teeth.

It was like tasting a piece of soft, tender candy, the unusual warmth in the mouth almost melting it into a sweet, sticky syrup, ready to be swallowed.

The ‘smacking’ sound of sucking in broad daylight added a unique thrill, like a forbidden intimacy in public, with the surrounding light serving as curious, teasing gazes.

A tingling electric current spread through his entire body like a snake.

Yu Sen curled his toes tightly in unbearable discomfort, his legs slightly bent as the bedsheet beneath him wrinkled into folds. He gritted his teeth—this guy was deliberately torturing him. After kissing him for so long, from his eyes to his ears, he never once touched his lips.

How cruel!

It was like preparing a whole hotpot feast, only letting him look at the fiery red broth, smell the spicy aroma, and hear the bubbling sound of boiling oil—but not letting him eat it. What’s the difference?

As soon as he thought of this, a hotpot image popped into his mind. Suddenly, in his bland mouth, he seemed to taste the tantalizing flavor of the oil dip, and he involuntarily swallowed.

This swallowing sound was undoubtedly heard clearly by Si Xuanyang, whose attention was entirely focused on him.

Si Xuanyang paused, slightly tilted his head, and stared at Yu Sen’s light-colored lips, revealing a sly smile. “Can’t hold back?”

Yu Sen’s heart skipped a beat: Oh, this is truly a strange yet beautiful misunderstanding.

But to be distracted by craving hotpot while being affectionate—this is really not something a normal person would do. If Si Xuanyang found out, burning down this house in anger would be the least of his worries. What he feared more was that Si Xuanyang might get irrationally jealous and forbid him from ever eating hotpot again.

So let there be a misunderstanding! It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

Yu Sen blinked innocently, his dark eyelashes fluttering like two small fans, making the sunlight that fell on them seem to dance.

Si Xuanyang couldn’t resist and leaned in for another kiss, making a smacking sound.

“Keep kissing, and they’ll go bald. By the time I turn thirty, instead of losing hair on my head, I’ll be bald on my eyelashes—a true spectacle,” Yu Sen complained, spoiling the mood.

However, no matter how he reacted, Si Xuanyang always seemed to have taken some special potion, able to pull the ambiguous atmosphere right back.

He brushed his lips lightly against Yu Sen’s, chuckling, “So, does that mean you want me to kiss you somewhere else?”