Jian Yang’s head rested against Guan Ciyan, his eyelashes still trembling slightly. Guan Ciyan patted the abs that Jian Yang had worked so hard to train. “Go to sleep.”

Fine, if the kid wanted to build some muscles, that was okay too.

A man should have some muscle, after all.

Regret settled in—why hadn’t he held him more back when his waist was still soft?

His leather shoes landed soundlessly on the carpet as he carried Jian Yang through the hallway. A hotel staff member had already opened the door in advance. Once they were inside, the door was gently closed behind them.

Guan Ciyan moved smoothly, placing Jian Yang securely on the bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, Jian Yang opened his eyes like a fussy child refusing to sleep alone.

“Awake?” Guan Ciyan asked.

Jian Yang closed his eyes and turned over.

“Such a troublemaker.” Guan Ciyan’s lips curved slightly as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Logically, he should help Jian Yang change out of his alcohol-soaked shirt. He rubbed his fingers together, hesitated, then grasped the hem of the fabric—but didn’t dare lift it.

He asked himself honestly: was he really just trying to change his clothes?

Would he really not take a look at the abs Jian Yang had stubbornly worked for?

Another question—if he took the shirt off, would he even be able to get a new one on?

Guan Ciyan knew himself too well. He let go, pinched Jian Yang’s cheek in retaliation, and muttered, “Such a handful.”

Jian Yang had almost fallen into deep sleep, but the pinch stirred him enough to make him groggily open his eyes. Seeing that Guan Ciyan was about to leave, he reached out and weakly grasped Guan Ciyan’s index and middle fingers.

He was drunk, but not so far gone that he had lost all reason. It was already 11 PM—there was no way he would let Guan Ciyan go back to the bar now.

With Guan Ciyan’s charm, it would be like Tang Sanzang walking into a spider’s den. And unlike Tang Sanzang, Guan Ciyan didn’t even have that much self-restraint.

“It’s too late… just sleep here… Mr… Ciyan…”

Jian Yang hadn’t finished his sentence before his eyes shut again. His hand lost its grip, slipping downward, but Guan Ciyan caught it.

“Do you even know what you’re inviting me for?”

The heat in Guan Ciyan’s chest refused to subside. When the person he liked invited him to sleep together, time and time again, who could possibly refuse?

The only response he got was the soft sound of Jian Yang’s gentle breathing.

Guan Ciyan bent down to check. “Asleep?”

“Really asleep?”

“Jian Yang.” Guan Ciyan pinched his cheek.

No reaction.

He had just gone through an intense internal struggle to stand up and leave, but now he sat back down, staring at the person sleeping innocently on the bed.

Slowly, his body leaned down. “You started this.”

That poor lower lip, once again treated like a toy, was licked and nibbled. When he pulled away, a soft pop sounded. He admired his handiwork—the slightly swollen lip looked even fuller now. Unable to resist, he pressed another kiss against it.

“Mmm…” Jian Yang stirred, trying to turn over.

But Guan Ciyan held his jaw firmly, precisely sealing their lips together again.

Wake up.

A part of Guan Ciyan secretly wished that Jian Yang would wake up at this moment and catch him stealing a kiss. Then he could just confess his feelings right then and there, disguising his admission as an “explanation.” Maybe that way, it wouldn’t need so much ceremony.

Maybe their life together could begin sooner.

Guan Ciyan grew bolder. “Yangyang, open your mouth.”

…

Soft lips parted under his coaxing, and Guan Ciyan’s disciplined hand slipped beneath Jian Yang’s shirt, fingertips tracing the faint lines of his abs.

Lying relaxed like this, the muscle definition was even less noticeable. Carefully, patiently, Guan Ciyan searched for it.

Jian Yang squirmed lazily, letting out small murmurs.

He was ticklish. His twisting waist fell right into Guan Ciyan’s palm, and Guan Ciyan didn’t hold back—his hands gripped and kneaded, savoring the feel. The intimacy of the touch ignited something deep within him, and he kissed Jian Yang more fervently, his lips drinking away the last traces of alcohol, uncovering a faint sweetness instead.

A thin summer blanket separated them. Jian Yang’s so-called fitness progress wasn’t too obvious—though he had grown, his stomach still lacked sharp definition, leaving just a soft layer of flesh that was easy to pinch. Guan Ciyan found himself losing control.

The kid was following his lead, learning from him. He had left his mark on Jian Yang’s growth. No matter how far Jian Yang went in life, Guan Ciyan would always be a milestone in his journey.

Just the thought of that made his soul tremble.

“Hah…”

Jian Yang began to struggle, hands pushing against Guan Ciyan’s chest.

Guan Ciyan bit his lower lip lightly before pulling away, giving him space to breathe. Jian Yang’s breath was unsteady, but before long, he settled down again, drifting back into slumber.

Half-asleep, he opened his eyes for a brief moment and mumbled, “Mr. Ciyan.”

Guan Ciyan’s voice dropped into a whisper, gentle yet unwavering. “Do you know who I am, Yangyang?”

Guan Ciyan’s voice was hoarse, and two buttons on his shirt collar were undone. His chest rose and fell as if he were suppressing something. “Yangyang.”

Jian Yang had fallen asleep again. Guan Ciyan pinched him twice, listening to his little hums, then bent down and planted a trail of delicate kisses along the side of his neck. His final boundary was not leaving any marks—Jian Yang had to be on camera tomorrow.

“Mm…” Jian Yang felt ticklish and tried to turn away.

Guan Ciyan was already halfway on the bed. He simply rolled over Jian Yang, flipping them both so that Jian Yang’s head rested on his chest. Guan Ciyan’s unfocused gaze drifted to the ceiling. In his arms, Jian Yang nuzzled closer, wrapping his arms around Guan Ciyan’s waist on his own.

“You really…” Guan Ciyan gently patted Jian Yang’s back, as if coaxing a child to sleep. “You’re not giving me a way out.”

Even after the heated kisses, Jian Yang still made little sounds now and then. Guan Ciyan worried that he wasn’t sleeping comfortably, so he let him lie sprawled in his arms. Every time Jian Yang whimpered, he would pat his back, stroke his shoulders, or kiss the crown of his head, soothing him to sleep.

It was already 3 AM. Guan Ciyan picked up his phone—he should head back.

But the warmth of sleeping in each other’s arms was even more intoxicating than the kisses. Kissing burned his soul and dragged him into desire, but holding Jian Yang in his arms like this made him feel that the distance between them was slowly closing, filling in the gaps between them. It gave him an inexplicable sense of peace and fulfillment.

He traced circles on Jian Yang’s back absentmindedly while typing out a message with one hand.

“Has the island been purchased?”

His assistant, who had already endured several sleepless nights handling this, looked at his phone and wanted to die.

“The purchase is almost finalized, just waiting for the paperwork. The acquisition of the trading company will take more time.”

Luckily, Guan Ciyan wasn’t an impulsive fool who would demand, “Buy it in three days!” But even so, he was running out of patience. If he kept waiting, he was afraid Jian Yang would continue second-guessing his feelings, suffering in the dark with unspoken emotions.

“Prepare the yacht. Next week, I’m taking the young master to the island. Stock up on his favorite foods.”

“Understood, Mr. Guan.”

The assistant looked at his own dark eye circles in the mirror, feeling as ghostly as a resentful spirit. Can I sleep now?

Guan Ciyan lingered on the bed a little longer before getting up to change Jian Yang into clean clothes. After all, he had already kissed him, touched him—changing his clothes was nothing.

But he didn’t expect Jian Yang’s presence to impact him so strongly. As he looked at the fair skin of Jian Yang’s chest, where faint finger marks had been left behind, Mr. Guan, so unfazed by anything, very unceremoniously… got a nosebleed.

Even Guan Ciyan himself couldn’t believe it. He was staring at the body of the person he liked like some inexperienced teenage boy… and got a nosebleed.

Hurriedly, he dressed Jian Yang, then fled back to his own room.

He took a two-hour-long hot shower.

At the break of dawn, Guan Ciyan finally collapsed into bed, his sleep fragmented and restless.

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Meanwhile, in the room next door, Jian Yang slept soundly until 9:30 AM. Looking at his clean clothes, he hesitantly touched his own lips.

Did… Guan Ciyan kiss him last night?

He vaguely remembered waking up halfway and seeing Guan Ciyan.

He wasn’t the type to black out completely from drinking—his hazy, indistinct memories left him uncertain whether what he recalled was a dream or reality.

Jian Yang tugged at his clothes, deep in thought. Even if the kiss was just a dream, the fact that Guan Ciyan personally changed his clothes was real. He could’ve called Dongdong to do it.

So why had he done it himself?

That arrogant, petty, vengeful Guan Ciyan… had personally changed his clothes?

Something didn’t feel right. How long had Guan Ciyan been sticking around this time? Usually, he only dropped by briefly before disappearing again, whether for medical treatment with Master Su or work. Even when Jian Yang was filming under Director Xu, Guan Ciyan never showed up at all.

But this time?

Jian Yang suddenly recalled seeing Guan Ciyan handling work in his dressing room, holding online meetings late into the night in the hotel room.

He sat up slowly, his mind racing. And then—Guan Ciyan had even wanted to make him breakfast.

The more Jian Yang thought, the more suspicious it seemed. He had a vague conclusion in his heart, yet he didn’t dare think in that direction.

Throwing off the covers, he stood up—then suddenly plopped back down.

His body was way too honest.

…Shit.

At this point, nothing else mattered.

Guan Ciyan… probably wasn’t functional.

Earlier, he’d been uncertain if the deep kisses from last night were real, but now? There was no need to wonder anymore—he’d had a wet dream.

If it wasn’t from Guan Ciyan kissing him, then who else could’ve caused this?

He had been completely drunk last night. If Guan Ciyan had kissed him for that long and still hadn’t gone further…

The only explanation was that Guan Ciyan couldn’t perform.

Jian Yang felt like he was committing a crime as he grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom to wash off the mess.

Hot water cascaded down, and he didn’t even dare touch himself down there. He could still faintly remember the sensation from last night—Guan Ciyan’s careful tenderness, the way he had deliberately avoided leaving marks.

He had even called his name in an attempt to wake him up.

Jian Yang felt his entire body heating up.

Maybe he… didn’t mind Guan Ciyan’s touch after all.

Well, of course—Guan Ciyan had that face, that body, and that wealth. If they really slept together, who would be taking advantage of whom?

Too bad Guan Ciyan wasn’t functional.

If he couldn’t perform, then no matter how rich or handsome he was, it was useless. Even Jian Buping couldn’t be the top. That guy was basically a delicate little princess.

Ah—

Jian Yang flopped back onto the bed. “Does Guan Ciyan work or not?”

If he did, then…

Would the gift he had prepared be completely unnecessary?

Jian Yang yanked open the bottom drawer of his wardrobe.

Inside, stuffed to the brim, were all the “thank-you gifts” he had bought for Guan Ciyan from an adult store.