“!!!” Ye Mingxuan jumped.
It turned out that he wasn’t here to confront him, but to do that kind of thing with him again…
Ye Mingxuan didn’t know whether he should feel relieved or afraid.
Thinking of the man’s Sizhe, Ye Mingxuan trembled: “Sir…”
Tan Sizhe looked at Ye Mingxuan, and Xiao Yue began to feel a faint heat again.
To be fair, he wasn’t a person driven by desire.
At least he hadn’t been. Since he started school, including the two years abroad, all his friends had been in relationships, and some even had regular partners.
They also wanted to introduce Tan Sizhe to someone, but Tan Sizhe refused.
In his eyes, sex was not a necessity.
If he needed to release himself, he would do it on his own, but basically he would just do it casually.
When Old Master Ye said he wanted him to get married, he thought that even after marriage, nothing would change.
But Tan Sizhe saw Ye Mingxuan’s photo.
So he tried lovemaking for the first time.
The young man was incredibly beautiful, with a sensitive, supple body that made him tingle all over, making him want to tease him day and night.
But his young wife was too young, only eighteen years old, and couldn’t handle him for too long.
So Tan Sizhe restrained himself each time, and in the two instances they did, he only took him twice.
Ye Mingxuan bit his lower lip and trembled slightly.
The azure water rippled, reflecting the figure of the young man approaching the man.
Ye Mingxuan clutched his clothes, took small steps, and stood before the composed man.
Tan Sizhe looked up at him, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moving up and down. “Then, place both hands on my shoulders.”
Ye Mingxuan hesitates before doing as instructed. After placing his hands on the man’s shoulders, he turns sideways, carefully lifting his rounded buttocks, intending to sit down.
“No,” Tan Sizhe says.
Ye Mingxuan looks up, confused, at the man.
Tan Sizhe’s voice is hoarse: “Sit with your legs spread apart.”
“Sir…”
“Hmm.” Tan Sizhe’s eyes held a faint smile. “Sit.”
His tone was casual, as if he were welcoming a guest into his home and telling them to sit wherever they liked.
But the desire in his eyes told Ye Mingxuan otherwise.
Ye Mingxuan’s eyelashes trembled uneasily as he slowly parted his knees and knelt on the sofa.
“Ugh…” Ye Mingxuan’s mouth was pried open, and the other man’s warm tongue teased him like a hook.
Ye Mingxuan closed his eyes tightly, unable to look at the man. Thinking about what was about to happen, his entire body tensed up.
The window was wide open, and the tall camphor trees layered upon each other, blocking the scorching sun, filtering out the heat, and making the breeze that blew in cool and comfortable.
Tan Sizhe kissed him for a while, but felt it wasn’t enough. He patted his waist, dragging out the last syllable: “Be more proactive, tongue. Kiss me.”
Ye Mingxuan’s face flushed instantly.
Should he stick out his tongue? How embarrassing…
Looking into the man’s deep eyes, Ye Mingxuan curled his toes, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against the man’s thin lips.
He extended his delicate tongue, gently sliding it across the man’s lips.
Tan Sizhe opened his mouth, and Ye Mingxuan’s pink tongue slid inside.
“Hmm.” The man signaled him to continue with a breathy voice.
The fingers gripping the man’s shoulders tightened involuntarily, and Ye Mingxuan extended his tongue a little further.
Hard and smooth—the man’s teeth.
Wet and soft—the man’s tongue.
Ye Mingxuan’s eyes welled up with tears as he kissed the man without any rhythm.
It was precisely this innocence that made Tan Sizhe’s scalp tingle.
He pressed down on Ye Mingxuan’s nape and leaned in deeper.
Ye Mingxuan let out two muffled cries, and the initiative was handed over to the man.
The sound of kissing echoed in the air, the dense shadow of the camphor tree cast over the intertwined bodies, and a circle of scattered sunlight spread around them.
Ye Mingxuan dared not move, his waist stiff as a board.
Because he feared that if he moved even slightly, the man would react the same way as last time.
To be honest, Ye Mingxuan still harbored a sliver of hope that the man wouldn’t lay a hand on him.
Unfortunately, the man’s intentions were clear today. He pressed against the back of his head and continued kissing him, while his hand reached under his shirt.
The large palm was scorching hot, and Ye Mingxuan shivered slightly. Tan Sizhe tightened his grip.
Ye Mingxuan arched his back and covered his chest: “Sir…”
Feeling the man’s hand circling around, Ye Mingxuan tried to avoid it in discomfort.
Tan Sizhe grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and held it in place, while the other hand pulled his shirt up to his collarbone.
“Ugh—” Ye Mingxuan bit his lip, struggling not to make a sound.
He felt his thin skin being sucked into the man’s mouth over and over again.
In a dizzying whirl, Ye Mingxuan was pressed onto the sofa.
The sofa here was as big as a single bed; two people could roll around on it a few times while hugging each other.
Tan Sizhe pressed Ye Mingxuan’s hands above his head, lifted his chin, and kissed him.
Ye Mingxuan was already lost in the kiss, his mouth slightly open, and the man sucked away the shiny saliva that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Another round of lips and tongues tangled together, and the only sound was the sticky sound of water.
Just as Ye Mingxuan thought something inappropriate was about to happen.
Suddenly, Tan Sizhe pulled away from his lips.
The shadow of the camphor tree trembled, and Ye Mingxuan blinked uneasily, thinking his kissing skills were too poor to have angered Tan Sizhe.
So he hesitantly lifted his head, wanting to press against the man.
“What happened here?”
Ye Mingxuan opened his beautiful eyes and looked down.
Ye Mingxuan looked down and saw that a piece of skin was missing from the fleshy part of his palm, exposing pink flesh.
He quickly pulled his hand back: “Nothing, nothing…”
It was from when he was washing the curtains, and the rough fabric had torn his skin, causing pain.
From morning until now, he had been enduring the pain and hadn’t planned to tell anyone, nor did he think anyone would notice.
But Tan Sizhe had seen it.
Ye Mingxuan felt a mix of emotions.
Tan Sizhe gripped Ye Mingxuan’s wrist, where a patch of skin the size of a one-yuan coin had been torn off, and it was still bleeding.
His brows furrowed tightly.
Ye Mingxuan tried to pull his hand back again, but Tan Sizhe forcefully pulled it back.
His thoughts were in disarray. Tan Sizhe recalled Bai Yu telling him about the Ye family mocking Ye Mingxuan.
It seemed Ye Mingxuan hadn’t had an easy time in that “home.”
Ye Mingxuan saw the man’s furrowed brow and felt a chill run down his spine.
To be honest, it was the first time he had seen the man look so terrifying.
He shifted his gaze and suddenly noticed a bloodstain on the man’s shoulder, where the white fabric had been stained.
“Sir!” Ye Mingxuan scrambled to his feet in panic. “I’m sorry, I’ve stained your clothes!”
“I’ll wash it clean, I’m really sorry—”
“What dry cleaning?” Tan Sizhe grabbed his hand helplessly, “I didn’t want you to wash it.”
“It’s just a piece of clothing.”
Ye Mingxuan swallowed hard, staring blankly at the man.
“But…”
“There’s no ‘but’ about it.”
Tan Sizhe stood up, buttoning up the buttons he had undone earlier one by one, all the way to the top, returning to his cold and dignified demeanor.
Ye Mingxuan nodded blankly.
As he waited, he looked uneasily toward the door, almost glancing that way every few seconds.
Ye Mingxuan’s feet moved faster than his brain; by the time he came to his senses, he was already standing by the door, opening it: “Sir…”
Ye Mingxuan politely greeted him, then lowered his head to close the door, blocking out the outside noise.
A cool breeze blew over Ye Mingxuan, causing him to shiver, and he belatedly felt a sense of loneliness.
