This person must have something wrong with his mind.

But, considering his looks, I can forgive the mental issues. The two undone buttons on his shirt are just too much.

Jian Yang always associates this with the domineering CEOs in novels, wearing expensive suits and smoking to relieve their worries.

Speaking of which, Guan Ciyan doesn’t have any bad habits—he doesn’t smoke, drink, or fly off the handle for no reason. He speaks clearly and gives orders precisely. He never expects his subordinates to guess his thoughts. He is fair and firm, with both rewards and punishments. Neither Jiang Ke nor Assistant Lin, whom he fired, have ever said anything bad about him.

Apart from being as cold as stone, everything else is quite good.

After finishing the cake, Jian Yang realized the awkward situation. There was only one bed in the room, and he couldn’t exactly kick Guan Ciyan out.

“Sir, you can sleep on the bed tonight,” Jian Yang offered.

Guan Ciyan just looked at Jian Yang and felt satisfied. When he received the invitation, his heart stirred, and he felt uneasy all over.

He put down his crossed legs. The sensation of holding Jian Yang in his arms a few times suddenly became clear again. So thin, so soft.

His waist was full of tender flesh, and with just a slight touch, it would shrink into his arms. His bones were light, barely weighing a couple of pounds, making him so easy to hold.

When holding someone, his mind would be clear and calm, but now, recalling it, his thoughts were in a whirlwind. Guan Ciyan furrowed his brows in confusion.

He had lived almost thirty years and had never had such intense desires before.

Jian Yang was still staring at him with those almond eyes. Guan Ciyan shook his head, trying to clear the flirtatious thoughts from his mind.

What does a nineteen-year-old know? Although he wasn’t exactly kind-hearted, he couldn’t be so reckless.

Jian Yang felt awkward too, but the bed was quite large. His sleeping habits were good, so it should fit two people.

“So sleepy,” he said.

Guan Ciyan sat up. Was Jian Yang hinting at something?

If Jian Yang had secretly harbored feelings for him, and the two were this ambiguous, it wouldn’t be hard to understand if Jian Yang wanted to take things further.

But…

Guan Ciyan had signed contracts worth billions without feeling this conflicted.

“Sir, will you sleep?” Jian Yang asked.

“It’s inappropriate,” Guan Ciyan gritted his teeth and said.

Jian Yang was stunned for a moment. “It really is inappropriate. You’re of high status. How could you squeeze with me?”

“Then I’ll sleep on the couch. There’s an extra blanket.”

As he spoke, Jian Yang went to the wardrobe to find a blanket. The wardrobe reached the ceiling, and the blankets were on the top shelf. Though Jian Yang was nearly 1.78 meters tall, he wasn’t very strong, and pulling down the blanket was a struggle.

He tugged once but it didn’t come down.

The determination to not give up kicked in. It’s just a small blanket—watch me get it this time.

Guan Ciyan, seeing him standing on tiptoe, furrowed his brows even more.

This little thing was still sulking, wasn’t he? It wasn’t like he didn’t want to sleep with him, he was just considering the age difference.

He’d rather pull the blanket by himself than ask for help.

Duang—

The blanket hit Jian Yang’s head, and he took two steps back, tightly catching the blanket.

“Little thing, you think you can’t be dealt with?”

“Sir,” Jian Yang grunted, his face flushed, “I got it. You go ahead and sleep on the bed.”

Guan Ciyan was helpless. He stood up and spread the blanket on the bench. “You sleep on the bed.”

“You sleep on the bed. Isn’t that inappropriate?” Jian Yang had already accepted the suggestion in his heart but said the polite thing.

“Are you going to sleep on the couch for the whole night and give me a few thousand yuan worth of sickness?” Guan Ciyan countered, “There aren’t that many good doctors in the world.”

Jian Yang happily got on the bed and was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

“Goodnight,” Guan Ciyan said softly as he turned off the light.

After a while, with the steady, soft sounds of breathing, Jian Yang didn’t respond with a “Goodnight.” Guan Ciyan glanced at the direction of the bed, muttering, “Stingy.”

He wasn’t even angry. Today’s cake and flowers were chosen by him after two hours of browsing through an online store, wanting to leave Jian Yang with a beautiful, romantic memory. He had also intended to clarify their relationship, but as soon as he arrived, Jian Yang wasn’t there, and now he was trying to make him angry.

If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t be sleeping here tonight.

But sadly, even the cold, hard bench was more appealing than his large bed back home. He had barely slept in the past few days abroad, and with the sound of Jian Yang’s breathing, he finally felt at ease, with a slight drowsiness.

He forgot to close the curtains before sleeping, and the first ray of sunlight hit his face, waking him up. He had slept for over six hours, much longer than his usual sleep time. Guan Ciyan adjusted his shirt, feeling uncomfortable for not having changed his clothes.

He grabbed his coat and was about to head out, but then he realized where he was when he bumped into the clothing rack. He pulled his hand back and walked to the bedside. Jian Yang had buried his face in the blanket, trying to block out the light. His hair filled the gap between the blanket and the pillow.

“Not suffocating?” Guan Ciyan whispered as he extended two fingers and opened a small gap in the blanket to let Jian Yang breathe.

Jian Yang, who had slept too much during the day, wasn’t in deep sleep now. Feeling someone beside him, he groggily grabbed Guan Ciyan’s fingers and mumbled, “Sir.”

Soft, like a persimmon hanging on a branch in autumn. A gentle squeeze, and the tender fruit’s juice would flow down between his fingers.

Waking up in the morning always made him more sensitive, and Guan Ciyan could see his lower abdomen reacting. He glanced at Jian Yang’s face, still soft and pink in his sleep, and gritted his teeth.

Guan Ciyan withdrew his hand, and Jian Yang woke up, turning to sit up, completely forgetting what had just happened. “Good morning, Sir.”

Guan Ciyan: “Open your eyes when you speak.”

Jian Yang slowly opened one eye.

Just woke up, with slightly swollen eyelids, wearing simple pajamas and messy black hair, exuding an air of innocence. It’s hard to believe he’s already 19; he could easily pass for a high school student who’s skipping school and sleeping in. Guan Ciyan took a deep breath, suppressing the fire in his lower abdomen.

“Jian Yang, do you want to go to school?”

At this age, he should be in college. Though many actors start their careers in their teens, they still get a diploma.

“No, no, no.” Jian Yang’s eyes were half-open.

He was tired of juggling filming, exams, and revisions. Really, it was exhausting.

He didn’t miss his school years at all—poor and tiring.

“Hm?” Guan Ciyan casually said, “The Jian family doesn’t let you go to school. I thought you might want to.”

“I think a degree can be made up for at any time, but good job opportunities are hard to come by. Sir, when do we start filming Teacher Wen Ye’s play?” Jian Yang kneeled on the bed, crawling in front of Guan Ciyan, half-sitting and looking up at him.

His small face, stripped of the sleep-induced pinkness, looked fair and translucent. His eyes were clear, and the morning light reflected in them, casting little star-like glimmers. When he looked up, his neck elongated, the slenderness extending to the collar of his shirt. In a soft, pleading posture, he knelt in front of Guan Ciyan, who could easily grab his shoulder and push him onto the bed with just one hand.

Guan Ciyan turned to look out the window, his back to Jian Yang.

It had been three days apart, and some things had fermented faster.

Jian Yang, completely unaware, straightened up, placing both hands on Guan Ciyan’s shoulders and stretching his voice, “Sir—when do we start filming?”

Guan Ciyan grabbed Jian Yang’s wrist, spun him around, and pushed him back onto the bed, his voice stiff, “You think I called you here to treat you or something? Just focus on preparing.”

“Really? You mean it, sir?”

Guan Ciyan gritted his teeth. “Stop calling me that.”

This room was unbearable. Guan Ciyan left Jian Yang and entered the bathroom for a quick shower to avoid the situation.

Jian Yang didn’t feel completely oblivious. He had read countless stories, had zero real-world experience, but when it came to theory, he was quite knowledgeable. When a man was worked up, he would agree to anything. Since he “had a crush” on Guan Ciyan, he might as well make good use of the situation.

He figured Guan Ciyan wouldn’t dare do anything here, and when he turned his back, Jian Yang saw an opening. He played along, half-real, half-fake.

After Guan Ciyan showered, Jian Yang had already gone to another room to freshen up and was preparing breakfast with Old Su.

“Sir, how about buns for breakfast?” Jian Yang asked, almost pleading.

Guan Ciyan was more used to having a Western breakfast at home.

“Sure,” Guan Ciyan said, his hair half-dried, gently patting Jian Yang’s head with a doting gesture.

Old Su happened to walk in at that moment. “What are you two doing?! What did you do last night?! No marital activities during treatment!!!”

Bang—

The bun and bowl in Jian Yang’s hands crashed to the floor, his face turning red. He crouched to pick up the bun, muttering, “Bun, bun.”

It was one thing to create a scene on your own; it was another to be caught by someone else.

Guan Ciyan smiled, hooking his fingers behind Jian Yang’s neck and lifting him up. “Old Su, I’m just checking on Jian Yang’s treatment.”

He patted Jian Yang’s lower back. “Go eat breakfast.”

Jian Yang, his head lowered, shoved food into his mouth. Guan Ciyan sat beside him, asking Old Su, “How is the situation now?”

“Can’t rush it, he needs to take medicine for at least two years. But the key problems have improved a lot. See how much cleaner his sclera looks now?”

Guan Ciyan pinched Jian Yang’s neck to make him face him. Jian Yang, with a dumpling in his mouth, had a lump on his left cheek. Guan Ciyan carefully examined his eyes. Jian Yang remained still, as though held by the neck like a cat.

The red veins in his sclera had indeed diminished significantly. His pupils, once golden, had shifted to a rich amber-like hue. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be much change, but upon closer inspection, the clarity of his eyes had gone from 1080p to 4K.

Guan Ciyan smirked, patting Jian Yang’s face. “See? I wasn’t lying.”

“Old Su, time isn’t the issue, just don’t use too strong a medicine. Let’s warm him up and take it slow.”

“Can’t take it slow!” Jian Yang swallowed the food in his mouth, nearly choking. “I still need to take on roles!”

“Just eat,” Guan Ciyan ordered, and Jian Yang obediently complied.

Old Su sneered twice, mocking Guan Ciyan like he was watching a show. “Finally, someone can cure you.”

Jian Yang: ??? Who’s curing who?

Guan Ciyan smiled gently and lowered his head to eat.

During the meal, Guan Ciyan received two phone calls. Jian Yang’s thoughts began to wander. After they finished eating, Guan Ciyan was about to leave. Jian Yang didn’t want him to go because once he left, who knew when he’d return, who he’d meet, or if new projects or new people would catch his attention.

Their interests were loosely tied, and right now, Jian Yang needed Guan Ciyan more.

He tugged at him, walking him to the door, feeling displeased, clutching at Guan Ciyan’s clothes.

Guan Ciyan, not having changed his clothes, didn’t want him to pull at them, but Jian Yang grabbed his hand, staring at him intently.

The driver immediately got out of the car and hid in a nearby alley.

“Sir,” Jian Yang sulked, “Hurry up and turn the phone on.”

The word “sir” made Guan Ciyan’s heart soften. He assumed Jian Yang didn’t want him to leave. He had a rather bad temper and enjoyed seeing Jian Yang get upset or anxious for him. All the issues about not liking to interact with others or being quiet disappeared. He almost wanted to pull Jian Yang into his arms and squeeze him.

He supported Jian Yang’s head, leaning his cheek against his, skin-to-skin, and whispered in his ear on purpose, “Boss Jian, you should ask your assistant about your schedule. What am I to you?”