Yu Sen’s nose was immediately overwhelmed by the sharp spiciness, and after just a few chews, he swallowed the food. The physiological tears that welled up filled his eyes, and his eye rims turned red.

Si Xuanyang wasn’t prepared for this and was caught off guard when Yu Sen took a bite. After a moment of shock, his expression changed instantly. He quickly threw away the dumpling in his hand, grabbed Yu Sen’s chin, and said in a low, stern voice, “Spit it out!”

But it was already too late.

The dumpling and wasabi were both already swallowed. Yu Sen, teary-eyed, swatted away his hand, coughing as soon as he opened his mouth. His fair face was flushed with two patches of red, and the tips of his ears were burning bright red.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Sen noticed that Si Xuanyang had already stood up in a panic. The others at the table, seeing this, were also alarmed and he frantically waved his hands to signal that he was fine.

In reality, it was just that his nose was more sensitive, and his chest and lungs were not particularly uncomfortable—just the spiciness on his tongue made it hard to speak.

In the midst of the confusion, Si Xuanyang handed him a glass of water with a thin straw in it.

A savior!

Yu Sen’s eyes lit up, and he grabbed Si Xuanyang’s wrist, drinking water from his hand.

“Drink slowly, take your time…”

“Cough! Cough cough… I’m fine, cough cough…”

Yu Sen lifted his eyelids and, through his teary eyes, saw Shu Yuqing calling for a doctor. His eardrums were burning from the wasabi, but even though he couldn’t hear clearly, he could tell from her expression and actions how anxious she was.

He hurriedly pulled Si Xuanyang, sipping through the straw as he mumbled, “No need to call a doctor, tell Auntie—”

“Don’t talk!” Si Xuanyang interrupted him coldly, his brow tightly knit, as if he were angry. But his fingertips gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Yu Sen’s eyes.

Yu Sen was slightly stunned, realizing that the tears from the wasabi had already seeped out of his eyes.

He could roughly imagine how pitiful he must look right now, and he could guess what Si Xuanyang was angry about. So, he decided to ignore the chaotic scene around him, leaning against his boyfriend and slowly drinking water, trying to calm down.

Si Xuanyang held the cup at just the right height, so Yu Sen could lower his head slightly and drink the warm water through the straw.

The spiciness on his tongue gradually subsided, his breathing became steady, and even his heart rate, which had suddenly sped up, began to return to normal.

At this moment, Shu Yuqing walked over with the doctor who had been on standby 24 hours a day.

Seeing the situation out of the corner of his eye, Yu Sen’s face suddenly heated up. He let go of the straw, turned his head, and buried it in Si Xuanyang’s neck.

Seeing a doctor wasn’t embarrassing; what was embarrassing was seeing a doctor because of one bite of wasabi!

And especially in front of so many people.

He mumbled in regret, pinching Si Xuanyang’s waist, his face growing even hotter.

—It’s all this person’s fault! He knew it was a wasabi dumpling, yet he still picked one up! And it wasn’t just that, he had to do it with such a nonchalant expression!

If he had just complained a bit, Yu Sen would have felt at ease. But no, this guy had to put on an expression of “even if it’s poison, I’d eat it because you made it”…

That really made him feel guilty!

And that moment of guilt led to the current awkward scene with everyone watching.

Yu Sen felt very conflicted.

He decided that next time, he’d rather be a heartless bad guy.

As the person in his arms gradually calmed down, Si Xuanyang’s tension eased significantly.

But the increasingly hot face pressed against his neck made him roughly guess the person’s awkward mood swings.

It was already getting late, so Si Xuanyang put down the cup, letting Yu Sen continue to hide in his arms pretending to be unconscious. He bent down, circled his arms around Yu Sen’s knees, and lifted him up, indicating to the doctor, “Let’s go upstairs.”

He then nodded reassuringly to his worried mother, “Mom, you all head back first. Don’t worry too much; it’s nothing.”

“How can it be nothing? I just saw him coughing so hard he almost threw up! Didn’t you say he had a stomach problem before? Did it not heal properly? Are the medications he’s been taking causing side effects?”

Shu Yuqing was completely unable to relax. Seeing Yu Sen in discomfort was as distressing as seeing Si Xuanyang suffer. Her heart was in turmoil, filled with anxiety.

“It’s really nothing. I’ll take him upstairs for the doctor to check. You should go home for now and come back in a few days.”

After saying that, Si Xuanyang gave Si Nan a look, then carried Yu Sen upstairs.

Yu Sen buried himself in Si Xuanyang’s embrace. He could hear Shu Yuqing still wanting to say something, but she was persuaded to leave by Si Nan, and Yu Sen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hugging Si Xuanyang’s neck, he kissed his face and said, “You really know how to please me.”

Si Xuanyang glanced down at him but didn’t say a word.

The doctor beside them kept his eyes on the ground, his demeanor indifferent, clearly used to such scenes.

After confirming that there was no major issue in the room, the weight lifted from Si Xuanyang’s heart. However, a new wave of irritation surged up within him. He sent the doctor away with a blank expression, closed the door, and then returned to the bed, standing by it with unreadable emotions in his eyes.

Yu Sen sat on the bed, looking up at him with an innocent smile. But after a while, seeing no change in Si Xuanyang’s expression, his face still as cold as ever, Yu Sen sensed something was wrong and tried to burrow under the covers.

Unexpectedly, Si Xuanyang suddenly grabbed his ankle and pulled him closer, then pressed down on him, pinning his hands and feet with a repressive, aggressive energy that left Yu Sen with no way to escape, not even a millimeter.

Immediately, a fierce kiss rained down on him.

…

This was an experience Yu Sen had rarely encountered. Their limbs, chests, and waists were tightly entwined. Unlike their previous kisses, which left some space between them, this time, every inch of his skin, mouth, and breath was instantly dominated by Si Xuanyang’s overwhelming presence.

The sensation of being completely filled and occupied by another person made Yu Sen momentarily feel as though his body wasn’t his own. A tingling current shot up to the top of his head, and as his mind exploded into flashes of light, his entire body turned to jelly.

It was just a kiss, but it left him dizzy and trembling.

It wasn’t until Si Xuanyang finally lightened his touch, as Yu Sen struggled to breathe, that his scattered consciousness began to return.

The first thought that came to his mind was—kissing skills probably really depend on talent.

And this had nothing to do with age.

His hands were still tightly held down, unable to push away. Yu Sen turned his head to escape the continuous soft kisses. He glanced up at Si Xuanyang with eyes still misty and full of chaotic desire, looking like a seductive ghost.

He might not be able to match him in kissing, but he could outmaneuver him in other ways.

Yu Sen’s voice turned soft and teasing.

“Mr. Si, you’re going to break me.”

Si Xuanyang felt a jolt through his scalp, his gaze darkening to almost inky blackness. He tightened his grip on Yu Sen’s wrists, his voice hoarse as he warned, “Then please, Mr. Yu, who faints at just a touch, stop tempting me—my patience has its limits!”

After a brief pause, he added, “Only once your health improves, can you tease me as much as you want.”

Because I like it very much.

Yu Sen felt Si Xuanyang’s body tense up and couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ll flirt with you whenever, do we need to schedule it? Mr. Si, you’re so cute.”

He laughed until he was out of breath, his head tilted as he trembled, with fine black hair falling across his cheek and chin, making his skin look as white as snow. His loose cashmere loungewear had been pulled down slightly during the struggle, revealing delicate, fair collarbones and a slender neck, still marked with a few red kiss marks, like sweet drops of blood on snow.

There was a mix of purity, ambiguity, sensuality, and an indescribable, captivating danger.

Si Xunyang’s mind was instantly filled with a rush of hot blood. The moisture on his lips evaporated instantly, making him thirsty and eager to bite something.

But as Yu Sen kept laughing, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The breathing above him had grown heavier, the grip on his wrists tightening to the point of pain.

His heart skipped a beat—did he take it too far again?

He suddenly regretted it. Clearly, from everything that had happened since they met, pushing Si Xuanyang too far was never a good idea. So why did he keep digging his own grave every time?

He kept courting trouble and getting into trouble!

Sure enough, Si Xuanyang lowered his head again, drawing closer, his voice still hoarse with a slight tremor, but what he said made Yu Sen shiver.

“Ge… you just lie there comfortably. I’ll climb on top and do all the work so you won’t get tired, okay?”

Yu Sen’s hair stood on end instantly: “No way!”

The words “Ge” were whispered right into his ear, sticky and sultry, making his toes curl in embarrassment, wanting to curl up into a ball.

He had never imagined that the familiar word “Ge” could have such a soul-shaking impact.

And saying it wouldn’t be tiring was a lie! It was exhausting last time too!

Though it was also very enjoyable.

But Yu Sen didn’t want to admit that right now.

“I’ll die, baby, calm down,” he tried to reason with him, not daring to call him “Mr. Si” anymore. He straightened up stiffly, lying as rigid as a salted fish. “The doctors won’t get any rest tonight if we do it.”

Maybe it was that word “die” that caused Si Xuanyang’s breath to catch, his heart pricked by it, slowly bringing him back to his senses.

Even though he knew Yu Sen was exaggerating, even a one-in-a-million chance wasn’t something he was willing to risk.

He relaxed the grip on the wrist, his gaze gradually clearing, and said softly, “I was just testing to see if you were aware of your own physical condition.”

“…Of course, I am the most aware.”

“Then you shouldn’t have eaten that wasabi just now.” Si Xuanyang finally remembered the original intention behind his loss of control and furrowed his brows again.

“It was just a taste,” Yu Sen quickly pulled back his hand as the restraint on his wrist weakened, wrapped his arms around Si Xuanyang’s neck, lifted himself slightly with this support, and kissed the furrowed brow of Si Xuanyang.

“I won’t do it again!”