Time seemed to pause for a few seconds, as if the world had frozen.

Pei Yanchu chuckled twice, breaking the silence.

“What a bad joke.”

Wen Qi looked at him strangely.

“Who said it was a joke?”

Pei Yanchu still didn’t believe it.

“How could you agree to a marriage arrangement?”

Wen Qi gave a self-deprecating smile.

“My mom wants to send me off. What can I say?”

Pei Yanchu suddenly became anxious.

“You still shouldn’t agree! It’s the modern age, who’s still doing marriage arrangements? Do you even know him? Do you understand him? There’s no love, so why get married?”

He took a deep breath, barely calming himself, grinding his teeth as he asked the most crucial question:

“Who is it?”

Wen Qi replied,

“You’ve lost your memory. Even if I tell you his name, you won’t recognize him. Why ask?”

Already defending the person before even meeting him?

Pei Yanchu spoke as if bubbles were rising in a carbonated drink, his tone full of sourness and grievance.

“Can’t I just ask?”

Wen Qi replied directly,

“Shen Xi, do you know him?”

“I obviously—don’t know him.”

Pei Yanchu’s words shifted abruptly, chasing after the question:

“Is he a man or a woman? How old? What’s their personality like? How many people are in their family?”

“Are you doing a census here?”

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow, hearing Yuanbao scratching at the door. He turned, preparing to leave.

“Let’s go, the ear piercings are done, we can leave now.”

“Wait!”

Just as Wen Qi took a step, Pei Yanchu grabbed his wrist.

The grip was strong, with his broad hand firmly holding Wen Qi’s wrist through the thin fabric, sending a burning warmth through the touch.

Pei Yanchu’s gaze darkened, all the feelings of unwillingness, anger, and jealousy swirling inside him, then being suppressed to the limit, quickly fading.

He stared at Wen Qi, his voice hoarse as he asked,

“Really… going?”

Wen Qi nodded.

Pei Yanchu’s fingers trembled slightly, the light in his eyes dimming, as if all light and life had been extinguished.

“You can’t use ‘meeting’ as a condition to terminate my contract.”

Wen Qi responded,

“I’m not interested in men, and that young master from the Shen family is still in college. I’m not interested in younger boys either.”

Pei Yanchu’s eyes brightened little by little, and he asked,

“So you’re saying you won’t really agree to the marriage?”

“It’s just a meeting. The Shen family only has an interest in me for now. I’m not their only option.”

Wen Qi added,

“I agreed to the meeting, but that doesn’t mean the marriage is set.”

He continued,

“Maybe after meeting me, the Song family will back out.”

Pei Yanchu noticed that Wen Qi seemed to have a plan and let out a slight sigh of relief.

Wen Qi asked, “Can you let go of me now?”

Pei Yanchu looked down and quickly released his grip, a little frustrated.

“Does it hurt?”

Wen Qi slowly rubbed his wrist but didn’t answer, his gaze probing as he asked in return, “Why are you so worked up about me going into a marriage arrangement?”

Pei Yanchu emphasized, “You’re the one who brought me home.”

Wen Qi nodded, “So?”

“Ever since I started following you, people I don’t know have been sending messages to my phone, asking if I’m so broke that I’ve been taken in by someone,” Pei Yanchu explained with reason. “If you go into a marriage arrangement, won’t I be seen as the third wheel in their eyes? What’s left of my reputation? Am I supposed to live with that?”

Wen Qi asked in confusion, “Huh?”

Pei Yanchu persisted, “If you casually go into a marriage arrangement, what am I supposed to do? My reputation will be ruined, and I won’t be able to find a wife. Should I hold you accountable for that?”

Wen Qi found it amusing. “You’re penniless, and they’ve made you the scapegoat to take the fall for Peize. You’re still dealing with ongoing economic lawsuits, and when the verdict comes in, it might just pile up into a massive debt. You’re worrying about finding a wife?”

Pei Yanchu replied, “That’s still no reason for you to make me the third wheel!”

Wen Qi said, “Wait, when did I ever ask you to be the third wheel?”

Pei Yanchu refused to back down, “When you go to meet that little brat, doesn’t it imply you want me to be the third wheel? Have you considered Yuanbao? What if that kid doesn’t like little dogs? What position do you think you’re putting me and Yuanbao in?”

“Stop!” Wen Qi felt dizzy from being tangled in the argument. He nearly got caught in it. “I already said I’m not interested in the little brat! I’m just going to meet him. It’s not a betrothal, and I never planned to make you the third wheel.”

Pei Yanchu pressed on relentlessly, “Then tell me what type you’re interested in?”

“Why are you asking that?” Wen Qi replied.

“I have to ask clearly!” Pei Yanchu said, “Even if this marriage arrangement falls through, what if another one pops up that fits your taste? I need to be prepared for that, so I can protect myself and Yuanbao.”

Wen Qi groaned, “I’m not interested in dating or marriage. It’s not going to happen. Is that clear?”

“Why?” Pei Yanchu seemed unsatisfied. “Have you really thought it through? You have no interest in marriage at all in the future? What I’m saying is, if you really meet someone suitable, maybe you should consider it…”

“Dating isn’t an option, marriage isn’t either. What do you want from me?”

Wen Qi couldn’t take Pei Yanchu’s barrage of questions anymore. “Pei Yanchu, are you in elementary school? Why are you asking so many ‘why’s every day?”

He didn’t want to deal with it anymore, so he turned and opened the bathroom door. The little dog was sitting outside, tilting its head and whining twice, as if asking—what were you two doing in there behind my back?

Wen Qi walked out, and the little dog immediately followed, barking and chasing after him. Pei Yanchu also followed closely, continuing to ask, “I won’t ask those anymore, but you still have to tell me when you’re meeting Shen Xi? Which restaurant did you book? What are you planning to do after meeting him?”

Wen Qi felt that Yuanbao was clingy enough. If he didn’t see him for a moment, the little dog would whine and act spoiled. Now Pei Yanchu came along, and his clinginess was even more annoying than Yuanbao’s. Together, the two were an unstoppable duo.

Wen Qi suddenly stopped, turning around. Pei Yanchu quickly stopped as well, almost crashing into him, and the little dog stopped too.

Wen Qi took a deep breath, looking a bit fierce. “Don’t follow me!”

Both Pei Yanchu and the little dog looked at him with wounded, wet eyes. Wen Qi paused, softened his tone, and added, “Or be quiet.”

Pei Yanchu immediately shut up, nodding in acknowledgment. The little dog looked at Pei Yanchu, wagged its tail, and seemed to mimic him by quieting down.

The world finally became peaceful. Wen Qi felt relieved, went to the living room to grab a glass of water, and took a sip. When he turned around, he saw both Pei Yanchu and the little dog watching him just a few steps away. Their gazes almost synchronized, full of fiery and eager light. The little dog’s tail wagged, and it seemed like an invisible tail was wagging behind Pei Yanchu as well, trying to please him.

Wen Qi almost spit out the water, lowered his head, and skeptically glanced at the cup in his hand. ‘Could someone have poisoned my water?’

Wen Qi shook off the absurd thought in his mind and decided to separate the two. Noticing it was almost time for their usual walk, he said, “I’ll take Yuanbao out for a walk. You should clean up the things we bought today.”

Pei Yanchu looked at him innocently and blinked.

Wen Qi said, “…You can talk now.”

With the restriction lifted, Pei Yanchu immediately asked, “You’re not planning to meet with your marriage partner behind my back while taking Yuanbao for a walk, are you?”

Wen Qi choked, “Pei Yanchu, are you crazy?”

Pei Yanchu nodded seriously. “I’m too righteous for my own good. I’m worried about becoming a third wheel!”

Wen Qi’s temples started throbbing in frustration. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out his phone and showed him the restaurant reservation details. “It’s just a walk with Yuanbao! Is that enough?”

Pei Yanchu quickly skimmed over it, furrowing his brows. “This restaurant…”

Wen Qi asked, “What?”

The screen showed the reservation confirmation for the restaurant. Pei Yanchu pointed to the name—”San Sheng”—and said earnestly, “This ‘San’ character is bad. It makes me uncomfortable.”

Wen Qi almost exploded in his thoughts. Did Pei Yanchu hit his head so hard in that car accident that he now associates anything related to “three” with being a third wheel? This restaurant was quite famous for couples; even Wen Qi had heard of it. The name “San Sheng” implied that a couple would be together for three lifetimes, and it was meant to be romantic.

“Then go talk to the restaurant owner and ask them to change the name,” Wen Qi said, tired of arguing with him. He turned around and said, “Yuanbao, come here. Let’s go for our walk.”

The little dog rushed over like a rocket, stopping abruptly in front of Wen Qi, excitedly chasing its tail in circles.

Wen Qi found the leash, ignoring Pei Yanchu’s pitiful gaze, and took the little dog outside. Luckily, the weather was nice today, and there were plenty of other dogs at the park. The sight of them made Wen Qi’s mood lighten. He walked the dog a bit longer than usual before heading back to the apartment. Upon entering, Pei Yanchu promptly handed over a pet wet wipe and helped untangle the dog’s leash. Wen Qi wiped the dust off the little dog’s paws, and after being released, the dog trotted off to the living room to drink water.

Pei Yanchu, holding the leash, was about to return it to the rack on the balcony when Wen Qi called him. Wen Qi tilted his head slightly, leaning close to Pei Yanchu’s ear, his pale red lips parting slightly as he whispered, “Tonight we need to give Yuanbao a bath. When we go into the bathroom later, we’ll pretend we forgot to close the door. He’ll definitely sneak in. Once he enters, you close the door.” His voice was low and clear, his warm breath brushing against Pei Yanchu’s ear, sending a tingling sensation all over.

Pei Yanchu’s whole body felt like it had been electrified, his muscles numb and unable to move. His thoughts slowed for a moment before he processed what Wen Qi said, nodding in agreement. He then asked, “What should I do after I close the door?”

Wen Qi thought for a moment and replied, “Then, you need to help me hold Yuanbao down. He always tries to run away during bath time, and it takes a lot of effort to wash him.”

Pei Yanchu nodded again.

“And also, don’t laugh at him while he’s getting a bath,” Wen Qi added, his brow furrowing. “Last time when I took him to the pet shop for a bath, one of the staff laughed at him. Yuanbao got so upset that he hid under the bed when we got home. I had to coax him out for a long time.”

Pei Yanchu solemnly promised, “Okay, I promise I won’t laugh.”

The two of them quietly discussed their plan and then went about their separate tasks, heading toward the bathroom. The little dog finished drinking water in the living room and began searching for them. It circled around, then finally noticed a gap in the bathroom door. Wen Qi, inside the bathroom, had already prepared everything—towels, hair dryer, and other needed items. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little dog’s furry head poke out from beside the door. The dog’s bright eyes seemed full of curiosity, wondering what Wen Qi was doing.

Wen Qi pretended to just notice him, looking down and calling gently, “Yuanbao, you came to find me? Come here.”

The little dog eagerly barked once and strutted into the bathroom.

Pei Yanchu stood behind the door, his heart fluttering from Wen Qi’s earlier words. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that Yuanbao was unbothered, but if Wen Qi had said the same to him, he wouldn’t have been able to handle it either.

Lost in thought, Pei Yanchu didn’t forget what Wen Qi had asked. As soon as the little dog came in, he quickly slammed the bathroom door shut. The dog was startled, its fuzzy ears trembling, and it wagged its tail in confusion, looking between the two humans like a guard, before rubbing against Wen Qi’s feet.

Wen Qi bent down, scooped the little dog up, and unceremoniously handed it to Pei Yanchu. The dog nestled in Pei Yanchu’s arms, panting happily, completely unaware of what was coming.

Wen Qi lowered his eyes and coldly declared, “Take Yuanbao into the bathroom.”

Pei Yanchu swore that for the first time, he saw such a vivid expression on the little dog’s face: confusion—shock—fear. Just moments ago, the dog had been happily wagging its tail, but now it was howling and struggling frantically, its cries heart-wrenching.

Wen Qi’s voice turned colder, “Every time we mention a bath, you run under the couch. Not today. You’re getting a bath now.”

The little dog whined, “WOOO WOOO!”

Wen Qi’s tone was firm: “No negotiation!”

The little dog whined again, “WOOO WOOO!”

Pei Yanchu covered the little dog’s mouth, soothing, “Good Yuanbao, let’s listen to Xiao Qi, he’s the head of our household.”

The little white dog looked up with big, teary, desperate eyes, full of despair. Pei Yanchu took the dog into the bathroom, while Wen Qi retrieved a milk-colored round basin from the shelf and stepped in, starting to test the water temperature. When the basin was half-filled, Pei Yanchu placed Yuanbao into it. The moment the dog’s paws touched the water, it began frantically pawing the surface, and when it finally got submerged, its panic-filled cries sounded as though they were trying to end its life. Once in the basin, the dog realized that the water level only reached its paws and started to awkwardly look around.

Pei Yanchu almost couldn’t hold it in, but remembering Wen Qi’s instructions, he pretended not to notice and suppressed the smile that wanted to rise. Wen Qi was already used to it, filling a cup with warm water and gently pouring it over the little dog. Every time the water touched the dog, it whimpered in despair: “Ying!!” The cries were so mournful they would make anyone feel heartbroken. Wen Qi: …Good heavens, he’s really not abusing the dog.

The little dog’s fluffy head, resembling a cloud of cotton candy, had its fur dampened by the warm water, sticking to its body in strands. Its head was heavy, its paws light, and it looked quite ridiculous. It was a little amusing. Pei Yanchu cleared his throat, stifling a laugh, and turned his gaze away.

The little dog, covered in thick white bubbles, became slippery. Pei Yanchu couldn’t hold it in for a moment, and the dog saw its opportunity to dash off. It bumped into the showerhead in Wen Qi’s hand, sending it crashing to the ground with a splashing sound like a fountain. Water splashed everywhere, drenching all three of them.

“Yuanbao!” Wen Qi shouted in anger.

Pei Yanchu rolled up his sleeves. “I’ll do it!” Then, with a loud clatter, he accidentally knocked over the water basin. The bathroom door was closed, and inside, the two men were chasing the squirming dog in a chaotic mess. After much effort, Pei Yanchu and Wen Qi finally managed to hold down the wriggling dog, and it took quite a bit of work to wash the dog clean, leaving them both exhausted.

Wen Qi was both angry and amused, his chestnut-colored hair dripping wet, as he wrapped the little dog in a thick, dry towel and carried it to the sink. Yuanbao, being timid, could only use the lowest setting on the hair dryer. The warm air hummed, and Wen Qi carefully blew the dog’s fur dry, while Pei Yanchu continued helping to hold the dog. Their clothes were nearly soaked, and they were both in a state of disarray, occasionally bumping shoulders as they worked.

Pei Yanchu glanced at him and couldn’t help but ask, “How did you used to bathe Yuanbao?”

Wen Qi replied, “What else could we do? We’d lock ourselves in the bathroom and it would be like a water fight. Half the time, Yuanbao would try to jump out of the basin.” He smiled wryly. “In the end, we’d both end up like two drowned rats.”

Looking at Pei Yanchu, the corner of his lips lifted slightly as he added, “Now it’s become three of us.”

Pei Yanchu watched him, his gaze soft with affection, and smiled lightly.

After finally drying the little dog’s fur, the bathroom door opened. Yuanbao was just set down when it quickly scurried away, its four little legs moving fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Wen Qi’s eyes went to the gauze bandage on Pei Yanchu’s forehead and asked, “Did your wound get wet?”

Pei Yanchu casually replied, “It’s fine even if it gets wet; it’s almost healed anyway.”

“Alright, you wash here, I’ll use the bedroom bathroom—Ah-choo!” Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Qi sneezed.

Pei Yanchu proactively said, “You wash here first. You’re cold. Don’t catch a cold standing in the hallway.”

As soon as they stood close together, Wen Qi could feel the difference. Both of them were in half-wet clothes, but while Wen Qi felt a chill, Pei Yanchu seemed like a moving furnace, radiating warmth. Wen Qi nodded and agreed, turning aside. His long fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt, and with a swift motion, he pulled it off from the bottom up.

Pei Yanchu couldn’t help but gaze at Wen Qi’s slender waist, the soft, cold-white back that looked as smooth as jade, and the beautiful butterfly bones that fluttered slightly, as though ready to take flight.

Wen Qi had just removed his shirt when he turned to see Pei Yanchu staring at him with a dazed expression, as if rooted to the spot.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” Wen Qi was about to tell him to leave when Pei Yanchu looked like he had been hit by a dizzy spell, his voice faint, “Pink… pink? Why are you pink?”

Following Pei Yanchu’s fixed gaze, Wen Qi looked down at himself.

Wen Qi: … He hadn’t noticed before, but now, with Pei Yanchu’s emphasis, he suddenly felt a bit awkward. “What’s wrong with pink? Any color is fine, right?”

“Fine, fine.” Pei Yanchu mumbled incoherently, “Pink is nice, pink looks good…”

Wen Qi looked at him with a strange expression. “Pei Yanchu, you… have a nosebleed.”

Pei Yanchu froze for a moment, then reached up and touched his nose, finding a small smear of red. He covered his nose with his hand, took two quick steps back, and spoke quickly, “You go ahead and take a shower, I’ll go out first!”

With a loud thud, the bathroom door slammed shut. His tall figure, looking flustered, quickly fled, disappearing with the same speed as the dog did earlier.

Wen Qi’s eyes curved lightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

Outside the bathroom, Pei Yanchu’s heart was racing, feeling hot all over. Hearing the sound of water running from inside made his mouth dry. He felt like he was standing in punishment when he suddenly remembered that Wen Qi hadn’t brought his sleepwear, so he went to the master bedroom to fetch it for him. When he returned, the water had stopped. Inside, Wen Qi called, “Pei Yanchu?”

Pei Yanchu responded, “Did you need your sleepwear? I brought it for you.”

There was a soft hum from inside, “Thank you.”

The sound of the lock clicking echoed as the bathroom door opened just a crack. The humid, steamy air mixed with a faint fragrance wafted out. Pei Yanchu turned his head to look away, handing the neatly folded clothes over. As the clothes were taken, he felt a soft, almost imperceptible touch, as if delicate fingertips had brushed against his palm.

It was like a lazy, playful noble cat teasing him with a light scratch in his hand. Or perhaps, it was like a chance encounter where a bird’s feather brushed across his palm, without any particular meaning.

So… was it intentional, or was it an accident?

Pei Yanchu’s back stiffened, and his Adam’s apple slowly bobbed up and down.

The bathroom door closed again, and before long, Wen Qi walked out. His gaze swept over the crimson ears of Pei Yanchu, a faint smile forming on his lips as he said, “Go wash up.”

Pei Yanchu lowered his dark eyes, not daring to look at him, responding softly, and took long strides toward the bathroom. The door closed behind him, and as he faced the room filled with the scent of grapefruit, his blood boiled, his lower abdomen tensed, and the heat that had just subsided began to flare up again.

Wen Qi was in a good mood, walking briskly back to the bedroom, with the little dog happily following him with its light steps.

The freshly bathed little dog was soft, fragrant, with fluffy, smooth fur. Holding it felt warm and comfortable. Only after bath time could the little dog be allowed on the bed. Wen Qi closed the bedroom door, and the dog jumped onto the bed, sitting obediently by the pillow, like a plush toy.

“Good little dog,” Wen Qi praised, getting onto the bed and lifting the corner of the blanket. The dog immediately burrowed under it.

From the master bedroom, the sounds of water from the living room bathroom could be heard—splashing water, continuing without stopping for quite a while. Wen Qi’s fingers were long and delicate as he absentmindedly scratched the dog’s chin. His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, showing signs of deep thought.

The dog hummed comfortably from the scratching, then leaned over to lick his hand, wetting his fingers with its tongue and reflecting a glistening sheen of water.

Wen Qi snapped back to reality, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but there was no intention of punishment. His fingertips gently tapped the dog’s head.

The wall lamp emitted soft light, and the bed felt as soft as clouds. The warmth of the dog pressed against him, the faint sounds of water from next door relaxing him further.

Wen Qi had run around a lot today and had gone through a whole ordeal with the dog’s bath. He quickly began to feel sleepy, the tips of his eyes tinged with pink, sparkling with tiny tears as he slowly closed his eyelids. Before slipping into sleep, the last thought that flashed through his mind was: Why hadn’t Pei Yanchu finished yet? How much longer would he have to keep washing?

In the middle of the night, Wen Qi woke up to a sticky, wet sensation on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw the little dog soundly asleep on him, snoring lightly and drooling all over his chest.

Wen Qi paused for two seconds, then gently lifted the dog and placed it on the pillow next to him. He got out of bed, opened the wardrobe to get a fresh shirt, and prepared to take his soiled sleepwear to the washing machine.

As he stepped out of the room, he noticed the bathroom light was still on, the door ajar, and there was some faint noise coming from inside. Was Pei Yanchu still awake?

Wen Qi was somewhat surprised and walked over slowly, only to find Pei Yanchu standing in front of the sink, washing something with a small basin.

Pei Yanchu’s expression was filled with frustration, his head lowered, and his ears flushed red. His distinctly knuckled fingers gripped a piece of gray fabric, scrubbing it under the clear water. Both were male by gender, and Wen Qi was quite familiar with this scene.

Pei Yanchu turned his head and saw Wen Qi standing in the doorway. He quickly turned off the water and asked, “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Wen Qi replied. “I woke up because Yuanbao was drooling on me.” He deliberately asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Pei Yanchu froze for a moment, his face showing embarrassment as a wave of red spread from his neck to his face. His face was burning, his gaze avoided Wen Qi’s, and he stammered, “I… I just suddenly woke up…”

Wen Qi asked again, “Had a spring dream?”

Pei Yanchu didn’t expect him to ask that. His head buzzed, going blank, and he froze in a daze. He didn’t know whether to say yes or no.

Wen Qi stepped closer, casually throwing his dirty sleepwear on the counter. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why aren’t you talking?”

Pei Yanchu reflexively took a step back, realizing he had shown weakness. He stopped abruptly and stood stiffly.

Wen Qi asked again, “What did you dream about? A man, or a woman?”

Pei Yanchu pressed his lips tightly together, remaining silent.

Wen Qi asked, “Are you mute now?”

Pei Yanchu turned his head away, feeling as if he couldn’t bear it, and a sense of humiliation washed over him. His voice was muffled as he admitted, “I… I forgot.”

Wen Qi suddenly understood, “So, you really did have a spring dream.”

Only then did Pei Yanchu realize he had let something slip. His expression flashed with annoyance. Why hadn’t he noticed how amusing Pei Yanchu was before?

Wen Qi, pretending not to know, asked, “You’ve lost your memory, but you still remember how to fight?”

Pei Yanchu didn’t understand, “Fight what?”

Wen Qi’s gaze dropped.

Pei Yanchu’s body was stiff in a certain place, and it hadn’t gone away. The dark gray pajama pants made the shape clearly noticeable. When he noticed the gaze, it seemed to become more excited and stimulated. This made Wen Qi gain a deeper understanding of the size he saw during the day.

“I, I…” Pei Yanchu’s face turned red, not expecting Wen Qi to say such things. Even when saying such words, Wen Qi’s expression remained cold and indifferent, like a breeze or a bright moon, making one easily associate it with all the beautiful and tranquil things in the world, things that shouldn’t be tainted with even a trace of dirty desire.

Wen Qi asked, “Don’t know how?”

Pei Yanchu lowered his voice and admitted, “…I do.”

Wen Qi said, “Come here.”

Pei Yanchu curled his fingers, making a fist, lowered his head, and slowly, step by step, stood in front of Wen Qi.

Wen Qi casually asked, “Last time, what did you dream about?”

Pei Yanchu struggled with his expression: “I… can I not say it? I really forgot.”

His voice was low and pleading, as if he wanted to preserve a last shred of dignity.

“You can choose not to answer.” Wen Qi asked lazily, “But disobedient bad dogs should be punished.”

Pei Yanchu’s breathing became heavy. He looked up at Wen Qi in front of him, unable to tell if it was because of the humiliating tone beneath his calm expression, or because of the excitement brought by the close proximity, his pants felt tight and painful.

Pei Yanchu asked, “What punishment?”

Wen Qi looked him up and down, suddenly smiling, and said softly, “Don’t you like being punished by me kneeling?”

He slightly raised his chin, the silver bead earring on his right ear flashed coldly, and with a condescending gaze, he said, “Kneel down, in front of me, and beat it out. Do you understand?”

Pei Yanchu closed his eyes. A few words were enough to make him dizzy, his scalp tingling like an electric shock.

He was going to die.

Even before it started, he was already… dying of pleasure.

Wen Qi held his arms, his voice cold: “What are you waiting for?”

Pei Yanchu slowly knelt down in front of him.

On the cold, smooth tiles, the man’s upper body was straight, his strong thighs slightly parted, the thin cotton fabric stretched the shape in the middle even more prominently, his two hands clenched into fists, hanging on the ground, but he didn’t continue to move.

He lowered his head, his chest covered in crimson, rising and falling, as if he was trying to calm his breathing.

Wen Qi waited leisurely, urging, “Take it off.”

Pei Yanchu closed his eyes, raised his wrists a little, then collapsed back as if defeated, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, his voice low and hoarse, pleading, “…Xiao Qi, don’t do this to me.”

His voice was restrained and humble, as if he was suffering and humiliated to the extreme.

Wen Qi looked at him for a while, his voice softened, and said, “Alright, get up. I went too far today, I apologize to you, go back and rest.”

Pei Yanchu raised his eyes and asked cautiously, “Then the punishment you mentioned…”

“I’m not that cruel.” Wen Qi said calmly, “If you were here, and you really dared to beat it out in front of me, you would be kicked out tomorrow.”

Pei Yanchu froze: “Then you just now…”

“Who told you to have a nosebleed yesterday, and to use the bathroom for so long.” Wen Qi’s tone was mocking, “It took you quite a while, huh?”

Pei Yanchu was still kneeling on the cold floor, a tingling electric current spread from his back, reaching his limbs, making his whole body hot and burning.

Last night, Xiao Qi knew he was in the bathroom…

“Yesterday better be a coincidence, an accident. Otherwise, even if you have amnesia now, and don’t remember our past grievances…”

Wen Qi leaned down, lightly patted Pei Yanchu’s face, with a deep meaning, “If you have any inappropriate thoughts about me…”

Pei Yanchu trembled: “What will happen?”

Wen Qi smiled: “You can try.”

He changed into a new pajama, the neckline was wide open, completely unaware that because of his leaning gesture, on his flat chest, the bright red plum blossoms on the snow were almost completely visible.

Pei Yanchu’s eyes were fixed on it, he felt his nose getting hot again, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, his voice was weak and stammered, “…I, I dare not.”