The butler brought two bathrobes: one dark blue with large dark patterns, looking steady and elegant, and the other dark green with delicate light green silk embroidery of flowers and bamboo leaves, very exquisite.

After the clothes were placed on a tray, Si Xuanyang glanced over and, with a slight glint in his eyes, handed the dark green one to Yu Sen. “You wear this one.”

“Why?” Yu Sen was puzzled.

Si Xuanyang looked at him and said, “Because I want to wear the blue one.”

“……”

Wait a minute!

Yu Sen scrutinized him for a few seconds, wondering why he never realized his boyfriend was so particular about what he wore. 

Taking the green bathrobe, Yu Sen muttered softly, “Fine, fine, wear whichever one you want. I’m a few years older than you, so it’s okay to let you have it. Besides, they’re almost the same anyway…”

Si Xuanyang looked at the slender white wrist, with its porcelain-like fingers gripping the dark green robe. The green silk threads shimmered, making the exposed back of his hand and fingers look like they were glowing.

His hand hanging by his side moved unconsciously. Si Xuanyang pressed his lips together, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth, hiding all his secret thoughts behind his lowered, inscrutable gaze.

He checked his watch. “There’s still some time before dinner. Do you want to soak for a bit?”

“We just arrived and you’re already thinking about the hot springs…”

Yu Sen, folding the clothes, looked up and saw a fleeting strange expression on his boyfriend’s face. He paused slightly, then looked down at the dark green bathrobe in his hand and suddenly raised his head. “Tell me! What scheme are you up to now?”

“What do you mean? What kind of scheme could I have against you?” Si Xuanyang asked with a light laugh.

“Ahhhhh you little pervert——!” Yu Sen suddenly realized and leaped onto him, “You have ulterior motives! Your mind is filled with dirty thoughts! This isn’t healthy! I’m going to sue you!”

“Who are you going to complain to?” Si Xuanyang laughed and caught him, completely unconcerned about his thoughts being exposed, “Mom and Si Nan are in another room. In this room, it’s just you and me. Even if you shout your lungs out, no one will hear.”

What kind of predatory talk was that?

Yu Sen was taken aback for a moment, then quieted down. With his arms around Si Xuanyang’s neck, his eyes were a mix of excitement, suspicion, and confusion. He carefully pressed his lips against that sharp jawline, murmuring in a low voice.

“So Mr. Si, you have these kinds of preferences? Tell me, what kind of scenarios do you like? Struggling and coercion? Not wearing anything under the bathrobe? Uniform skirts? What should I call you? Boss? Husband? Teacher? Hmm… do you want to play with wax? But my skin is delicate and could get burned…”

Si Xuanyang suddenly tightened his arms around Yu Sen’s waist. Yu Sen gave a soft “Hmm,” leaning into his shoulder and laughing with a quivering voice, “Just a few words and you can’t take it anymore? What else are you going to do to me, little boy?”

Si Xuanyang, in his youthful and vigorous years, had his heart pounding like a drum. He tightened his arms, burying his nose in Yu Sen’s hair, taking a deep breath of the faint fragrance, and cursed under his breath, biting Yu Sen’s porcelain-white neck.

“Fuck—!”

Yu Sen gasped in surprise, instinctively stretching his neck back, trying to escape, but his nape was gripped, the delicate skin exposed to his mouth.

“Are you a wolf or something? Mmm—!” Yu Sen’s eyes widened slightly, staring at the warm light hanging from the ceiling, the light and shadow swaying. His partially open mouth emitted ambiguous inhaling and gasping sounds uncontrollably.

The teeth initially bit down with some force, causing a slight sting, but then the biting softened, and the tongue slowly licked around the bite marks, as if a hungry wolf had found a rare delicacy, unwilling to leave, greedily sucking, producing an embarrassingly wet sound.

Yu Sen’s scalp tingled, his legs weakening, fingers involuntarily spasming, gripping Si Xuanyang’s clothes in a trembling grasp.

“It hurts… stop it… let go…” He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

The young wolf loosened his bite, gently kissing the now reddened skin, then slowly exhaled, looking innocently into Yu Sen’s eyes.

Yu Sen shivered, his gaze still dazed, but he couldn’t help but laugh in frustration at the young wolf’s innocent appearance: “You’ve bitten me, and now you’re pretending to be pure and innocent!”

“You were the one who seduced me first,” Si Xuanyang replied with an air of righteous indignation.

Yu Sen was momentarily speechless, his mouth twitching as he cursed him for being a “manipulative wolf.”

The young wolf calmed his breathing, holding Yu Sen’s waist and pressing him close, replying calmly, “You’re the one who flirts and then backs down.”

Yu Sen glared, furious and unwilling to back down, their eyes clashing with sparks flying.

However, considering that “even if he shouted, no one would hear,” and taking into account the difference in their physical strength, he chose to swallow his anger and make peace for his own safety.

“Let go, I want to change clothes!” Yu Sen said coldly, his face still slightly flushed, giving off a strangely alluring vibe.

He thought that since there was still some time before dinner, soaking in the hot springs wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Let go, sure, but first, call me ‘husband’ like you just suggested,” Si Xuanyang pushed further.

Yu Sen looked at him, weighing his options, and, putting aside his pride, placed his arm back around the ‘crazy wolf’s’ shoulder, copying his previously innocent expression. With misty eyes, he spoke softly, “Husband…”

“…Could you spare your precious baby to change clothes so we can soak in the hot spring?”

Si Xuanyang’s eyes darkened: “Oh, you still know you’re my baby? But now that you’ve called me ‘husband,’ it makes me even less willing to let go. What should I do?”

“…Then just chop it off!”

Yu Sen instantly transformed from a well-behaved canary into an angry little bird: “Si Da Feng Wolf, don’t push your luck!”

“Pfft! Where do you come up with so many strange nicknames?” Si Xuanyang chuckled and let go. “Go on, go on. Stop glaring, or your pretty eyes might pop out.”

…

The room had two bathrooms. Yu Sen, dissatisfied, went into one of them, muttering under his breath while he quickly rinsed off.

When he dried himself with a towel and glanced in the mirror, the large hickeys on his snowy neck were so prominent that he almost fainted.

And the more he looked, the more it seemed like he had been treated in some special way.

“How did my boyfriend end up going astray…”

Yu Sen sighed deeply, put on his bathrobe, and loosely tied the belt so it hung loosely.

He thought about it and decided to leave the robe open, wearing nothing underneath.

When he opened the sliding door and stepped out, he smelled a faint aroma of wine. Yu Sen raised an eyebrow in surprise and walked toward the backyard, still feeling the warmth from the hot water.

He stood at the sliding door of the corridor, watching Si Xuanyang soaking in the hot spring pool. Beside him was a wine warmer with clear wine, and next to that was a food box with some fresh fruits.

The sound of the sliding door startled the person in the pool, and Si Xuanyang turned to look.

In the dim light of the low-roofed room, the person in the corridor was enveloped in shadows. The dark green bathrobe, with its shimmering surface, complemented his skin tone. The slightly loose neckline revealed delicate, white collarbones and a neck as fragile as snow jade. A reddish mark nearby hinted at a blend of passion and cruelty, with a smile on his face and a misty aura, like a delicate pink rain falling.

Si Xuanyang held his breath, watching him step from the shadowy golden light of the room into the daylight, like a lazy spirit hidden in the house for a thousand years, draped in a thin garment of willow silk and bamboo leaves, emerging from the mist and stepping on snow.

To captivate his soul.

He lowered his head, slightly calming the intense emotions in his eyes.

“Where did you get the clear wine?” Yu Sen touched the wine cup, finding it a bit hot.

“Just had it delivered.”

Si Xuanyang’s voice was deep as he extended his hand from the water, and after a clear splash, he gently grasped Yu Sen’s right ankle, applying slight pressure and leaving a faint red mark on his snowy skin.

“Come in, it’s cold outside.”

Why does his voice keep getting deeper? Yu Sen wondered, looking down at the hand on his ankle, and walked down the stone steps, holding his robe.

“Hiss—”

The water was a bit too hot for his skin. After the hot spring water reached his calves, it became increasingly sensitive.

The bottom of the pool seemed to be made of some rounded stones; stepping on them was uneven but not painful.

Si Xuanyang supported him: “Sit down slowly, I’ll hold you.”

Yu Sen poured some water over himself and bent down slowly, supported by Si Xuanyang’s hand.

The belt of his robe loosened further, exposing a large expanse of white skin on his chest. The heat in his body increased.

The rising steam soon wet Yu Sen’s eyelashes, forming beads of water that clung to them like glistening tears. When the beads fell, it was as if the delicate charm with the reddish edge of his eyes was being teased into tears, the droplets like pearls falling into the pool, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Si Xuanyang’s movements suddenly became rough. He twisted Yu Sen’s wrist and turned him around, pulling him into his embrace.

Yu Sen, caught off guard, exclaimed in surprise as his feet slipped. He was pulled over, his legs spread, and sat on Si Xuanyang’s lap, his chest falling into a tight embrace.

In his flustered state, Yu Sen tried to brace himself against the pool wall to ease the pressure, but his boyfriend’s chest seemed stronger than expected. As his body weight pressed against it, he was held tightly and securely. Si Xuanyang’s legs curved around his back, imprisoning him closely.

“What’s wrong with you!” Yu Sen breathed heavily, his hair wet from splashing water, sticking to his pale skin. He frowned, slightly annoyed. “Did you hit your back anywhere?”

Si Xuanyang stared at him for a moment, then absentmindedly reached out to touch the corner of Yu Sen’s eye, murmuring, “I don’t know. Can you help me check?”