Guan Ciyan strode forward, snatching the massager from Jian Yang’s hands and smashing it onto the ground. The handle cracked open, sending plastic shards flying.

Jian Yang opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.

Wasn’t he supposed to be back tomorrow?

Did this count as openly provoking Guan Ciyan’s… physiological condition?

He grabbed the hem of Guan Ciyan’s shirt with trembling fingers and stammered, “Sir, p-please don’t be mad, I… I…”

The blazing anger in Guan Ciyan’s eyes was suddenly doused, as if a powerful fire hose had extinguished it.

Jian Yang was wearing his shirt, the sleeves rolled up, revealing damp forearms. Water droplets had soaked parts of the fabric. He knelt on the bed, clutching his clothes, looking up at him nervously, afraid that he’d misunderstand and think he was deliberately seducing him.

Even when taking care of himself, he wore his shirt. They had only been apart for two days, and he already missed him this much.

Guan Ciyan’s chest tightened with guilt—this was his fault. If only he had prepared his confession earlier, Jian Yang wouldn’t have to resort to secretly wearing his clothes.

Closing his eyes, he suppressed the lingering anger from his emotional turmoil, fearing that he might scare him. Once he had calmed himself, he opened his eyes again, grasped Jian Yang’s trembling hand, and pulled him up.

“How many times have you done this?”

Jian Yang wasn’t sure if Guan Ciyan was still mad—this man was always good at hiding daggers behind a smile. He hesitated before answering cautiously, “Once. This is my first time.”

Guan Ciyan felt a little better. After all, he hadn’t even allowed himself to touch him. If a lifeless object had gotten there first, he would’ve felt completely robbed.

Seeing Jian Yang’s timid expression, Guan Ciyan knew he had frightened him. Gently, he pulled him into his arms.

Jian Yang, still kneeling on the bed, naturally rested his head against Guan Ciyan’s shoulder. Just like that night when he was drunk—when Guan Ciyan had patted his back to comfort him.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

Guan Ciyan’s sudden openness stunned Jian Yang.

This bastard—since when does he say what he’s thinking outright?

Feeling the tension in his body ease, Jian Yang exhaled, slumping slightly. He wrapped his arms around Guan Ciyan’s waist—just in case he decided to hit him.

“Actually… I know your secret.”

The hand patting his back abruptly stopped.

A secret?

The only secret Guan Ciyan was keeping from Jian Yang was his feelings for him—the confession he had painstakingly prepared.

There was no way Jian Yang could have found out about his business acquisitions or the island purchase.

Maybe, in his absence, Bai Shun had told him everything, sensing Jian Yang’s unease and longing.

That… made sense.

“If you already knew, why did you do this?”

Jian Yang hesitated. Even if he knew about his condition, he couldn’t just say it to his face—that would be way too damaging to his pride.

“I thought… it would be better if you told me yourself. But you never said anything, so I… I bought that.”

Teaching someone how to self-soothe face-to-face was beyond humiliating. Jian Yang’s face burned as red as a cooked shrimp, and he lowered his head until it nearly touched his chest.

Guan Ciyan, seeing him this flustered, felt his heart melt. He tilted forward slightly, brushing his nose against Jian Yang’s ear, inhaling the familiar scent.

“You even took a bath here?”

Jian Yang, utterly mortified, murmured like a mosquito, “My clothes got wet…”

Guan Ciyan had no words to describe what he felt at that moment. If Jian Yang asked him to jump off the seventeenth floor right now, he just might.

He had seen Jian Yang in all his sharp, defiant moods—but this shy, vulnerable side was utterly irresistible.

Lifting Jian Yang’s chin with two fingers, he asked, “Jian Yang, how old are you?”

“Nineteen… almost twenty, in two months.” Jian Yang’s eyes flickered up, filled with hesitation. “Why?”

Guan Ciyan sighed softly. “You’re so young… Are you really sure?”

Jian Yang assumed Guan Ciyan was about to confess and was worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He nodded. “I’m sure.”

It’s not like I’m the one with the problem. What’s there to think about?

Letting go, Guan Ciyan walked to the window and pulled the curtains shut.

The city lights outside painted the night like a vast canvas. He left a small gap, letting a soft golden glow spill onto the floor.

Standing still, his back turned to Jian Yang, he seemed lost in thought—hesitating.

Jian Yang frowned. The hotel curtains are voice-activated. Why’s he doing it manually?

“Sir?”

That gentle, puzzled call dispelled the last trace of his hesitation.

Turning sharply, Guan Ciyan strode toward him.

The moment he moved, a chill ran down Jian Yang’s spine.

Guan Ciyan’s gaze—dark and unreadable—was like a beast that had been lurking in the shadows, finally sensing the perfect moment to pounce.

A storm brewed in those eyes, ready to consume everything in its path.

“S-Sir…”

Jian Yang was stunned.

But Guan Ciyan’s lips pressed against his in a featherlight kiss.

His voice brushed against his lips, low and soothing.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I…”

Before he could finish, Guan Ciyan’s tongue slipped into his mouth.

So skilled…

I knew it! He definitely kissed me that night! It wasn’t just a dream!

But that time, he was drunk. Did he drink tonight?

No.

Not a hint of alcohol.

“Sir—mmph!”

Jian Yang tried to protest, but Guan Ciyan suddenly sucked on his lips, making his knees buckle.

As if anticipating this, Guan Ciyan’s large hand was already there, supporting his waist. Without hesitation, he pulled him closer—firm, unyielding.

Jian Yang’s mind went blank.

Where the hell did this bastard learn tricks like this?!

“Be good,” Guan Ciyan murmured. “Don’t be scared.”

I’m not scared. I just… what the hell are you planning?!

Jian Yang weakly patted Guan Ciyan’s waist.

“L-Let go… S-Sir…”

“You, you…not,” Jian Yang suddenly got twisted, couldn’t help but say, “en…no, you…”

Such soft lips… Jian Yang accidentally bit Guan Ciyan’s lower lip.

Guan Ciyan kissed so well, and, he was so good at kissing.

He came back to his senses in a daze.

“Mr…you, not, not allowed…”

As soon as the last two words came out, Guan Ciyan paused for a moment. Jian Yang thought: Finally, he could speak properly. If Guan Ciyan needed him to cooperate, it wouldn’t be impossible to adjust his emotions. Just act out an intimate scene.

After all, Guan Ciyan, this opponent actor, was really good at kissing.

However, the next second.

Rip——

The white shirt was torn open from the top, the buttons clattered rhythmically to the ground, Guan Ciyan smiled, “Not allowed?”

Jian Yang cowered again, swallowing, “…”

Damn it, who said Guan Ciyan was not allowed! He was almost poked a hole.

He could, he really could, he was too good!

Jian Yang didn’t know where to cover, the shirt, which had lost the restraint of the buttons, spread out like a layer of cloth towards the bed, blending with the white bedsheets. Jian Yang’s hands were flustered, up and down, hurriedly blushing with a thin layer of powder, his ears turned red, spreading to his cheeks.

Guan Ciyan leaned down again, biting Jian Yang’s lips, kissing down along the corners of his lips, densely and meticulously. When he reached the side of his neck, Jian Yang’s whole body trembled, gasping, “Ticklish, Mr, ticklish…”

If he had some experience, he would know that he shouldn’t make a sound at this time.

He was used to showing weakness, because as long as he showed weakness and cried out in pain, Guan Ciyan would spare him. Unfortunately, this time, the more he whimpered, the more marks Guan Ciyan left on him. Jian Yang struggled to push back, resisting mentally, but his body honestly softened.

The second brother was already ready to go, just like Guan Ciyan’s little brother.

Jian Yang cursed in his heart: Damn it, any man would be unable to resist.

Guan Ciyan really…was so good…

Gradually, Jian Yang gave up resisting, his hands clasped around Guan Ciyan’s, his eyes unfocused. He felt his throat was dry, the mucous membrane of his lips was dehydrated and sticky together, his vocal cords made strange, dry and soft syllables.

So hot.

His whole body was hot.

He was hot, Guan Ciyan was also hot.

The muscles on his body were hard, he couldn’t grab them, Jian Yang was tense all over, he could only use his fingertips to dig deep, pinching into the flesh.

Guan Dong, who had prepared countless times for this day, showed the skill of an old driver as soon as he got on the road. Even though he was already unbearably explosive, he still remained rational, observing the subtle reactions of his partner. Even though Jian Yang’s cheeks were unnaturally red, and his curled up trembling body would make him even more uncomfortable, he still stared intently, as if admiring the greatest work of art, with one hand on the side of Jian Yang’s head, he lowered his head and held Jian Yang’s earlobe, “Yang Yang, are you comfortable?”

“Uh…ah…”

Comfortable.

So comfortable that he couldn’t speak.

A flash of white light flashed in his mind, Jian Yang’s soul ascended to heaven for a few seconds.

The warm golden light beam from the sunset on the tiles faded, disappeared, the sky turned into a pure blue, and the ink gradually pressed down. Jian Yang’s temples were covered with sweat, dripping down his hairline, disappearing into his hair and bedsheets.

He was like a washed glass doll, without thought, without reason.

Waves of aftertaste came one after another.

It turned out that being done by someone else was so much better than doing it yourself.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat and musk, announcing what had just happened.

“Summer, so hot.” Jian Yang murmured.

Guan Ciyan lay beside him, watching him enjoy the daze, feeling a great sense of satisfaction. The little cat had its claws trimmed by him, he petted it until it was comfortable, it obediently spread its belly, revealing its softest parts. Guan Ciyan couldn’t help but lower his head, press against Jian Yang’s cheek, and rub against him, “Do you like it?”

“Hmm…” Jian Yang seemed to have not come back to his senses, “Thirsty…”

“Okay,” Guan Ciyan responded softly, “I’ll go get you some water, wait a minute.”

Having said that, he kissed Jian Yang on the forehead and went to the living room to get a glass of warm water. Jian Yang was lazy, he said he was thirsty, but he didn’t want to get up. Guan Ciyan supported his back with one hand, helped him sit up slightly, and brought the edge of the glass to his lower lip.

“Hiss…” It hurt a little.

After being kissed and bitten for too long, both of his lips were still swollen, looking pitiful.

Guan Ciyan helped him lie down, gently touched his lips with his fingertips, as a way of comforting him.

Jian Yang lazily raised his eyes and found that Guan Ciyan was still fully dressed. Except for his shirt which had some of his stuff on it, it was a little wrinkled, but his trousers didn’t even have a crease, he could just put on a jacket and attend the board meeting.

Shameless!

Jian Yang despised himself, reaching out to pull the battle-damaged white shirt. It was just missing buttons, at least it could cover the private parts. Being naked like this, even a man couldn’t take it.

However, as soon as he covered himself a little, Guan Ciyan pulled it off.

“Baby, you only care about your own comfort?”

Jian Yang looked down, a huge bulge!!!

He forgot, Guan Ciyan was very capable!!!

Moreover, he was just watching, that donkey thing, through the trousers, actually…raised its head and greeted him.

Guan Ciyan’s eyes darkened again, he leaned over and enveloped Jian Yang under him, “Yang Yang, don’t look, I’m not a good person either.”

Jian Yang was terrified, no, it was too big, he would die!

The moment Guan Ciyan pressed down, Jian Yang suddenly mustered his strength and struggled violently, “No, Guan Ciyan, I am, I am the one on top!”

We’re clashing, we’re clashing, you should find someone else?

Guan Ciyan: ?

…

Swish——

Now Guan Ciyan’s wardrobe was in disarray.

The expensive belt slid from his waist like a snake, coiling around Jian Yang’s wrist.

Spoil him as he may, Guan Dong still had to uphold his authority in bed.