Chapter 7: The Small-Time Star and His Short-Tempered Sugar Daddy (Part VII)
Unlike the noisy, old-style apartment, the joy of the wealthy is always beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Fang Yinnian’s villa was located on the outskirts of the main urban area. It was a sanctuary of quiet amidst the noise, boasting tight security and extreme privacy. There were only twenty households in the entire villa district, and each home was situated far from the next.
Xiao Ji took a taxi and was stopped outside the main gate of the villa complex.
The quiet, spacious streets were lined with walls covered in roses and star jasmine. When he arrived at Fang Yinnian’s house, he found that the front gate wasn’t even locked.
Walking straight into the courtyard, he saw Fang Yinnian leaning back on a long bench under the moonlight.
He was wearing a white bathrobe, the belt loosely tied around his waist. The front was wide open, revealing a large expanse of his full, beautifully muscled chest. One hand held an empty whiskey glass; perhaps unable to handle the alcohol, he had lifted his other arm to cover his eyes.
Xiao Ji thought he was asleep.
Just as he walked up to him, intending to carry him inside, he heard Fang Yinnian speak.
“You’re actually on time.”
His voice was a bit hoarse. The cold hardness and domineering tone he usually carried were gone, replaced by a trace of exhaustion.
Xiao Ji crouched down, holding Fang Yinnian’s slightly cold ankles, and pressed his cheek against the man’s knee.
“It’s autumn. The nights are cold. Let’s go inside.”
Fang Yinnian loosened his grip, and the whiskey glass dropped from his hand.
Xiao Ji was quick. Before the glass could hit the ground, he scooped it up and placed it steadily on the ground beside the bench.
Fang Yinnian lifted his foot and pressed it against Xiao Ji’s left shoulder. Lowering his arm, he looked at him with a hazy, unfocused gaze.
“What? With the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed… don’t you want to do something interesting right here?”
Xiao Ji turned his head and kissed Fang Yinnian’s thin, pale ankle, declining gently.
“I’m afraid you’ll get sick.”
Fang Yinnian sneered. “Afraid I’ll get sick? Xiao Ji, the first time, you didn’t even know to use protection. When you just walked away after getting off, why weren’t you afraid I’d get sick then?”
Xiao Ji actually felt a bit wronged.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t afraid that time; it was just that things had happened in a rush. He was inexperienced and didn’t understand the nuances. Besides, Fang Yinnian had told him to get out.
But after his recent studies, he knew that stubbornly trying to explain himself at a time like this would be pointless and would only make Fang Yinnian angrier.
So, after weighing the pros and cons, he simply apologized obediently.
“I was wrong. I didn’t have experience before. Don’t be angry.”
In Fang Yinnian’s impression, Xiao Ji had always been someone who looked aloof but was actually a dull block of wood who couldn’t fart out a word even if you hit him with a stick three times. The reason his first drama went viral was simply that the character was also a stoic block of wood, fitting his real personality perfectly.
Now, seeing that Xiao Ji’s first reaction was to apologize and admit his mistake, the anger in his chest subsided a little. However, Fang Yinnian didn’t entirely believe the part about having no experience.
He took Xiao Ji’s hand, placed it on his own thigh, and said:
“I’m so tired. Massage me.”
Fang Yinnian wasn’t the type with extremely pale skin—at least not compared to Xiao Ji. But years of living like a prince, along with careful body management and maintenance, meant the skin on his legs was exceptionally silky and firm, warm and smooth to the touch.
Most importantly, Xiao Ji noticed that, unlike the first time, Fang Yinnian seemed to have specifically groomed his body hair today.
Fang Yinnian watched Xiao Ji’s hands pressing randomly on his legs. It seemed to lack any technique, but perhaps due to psychological reasons, he actually felt much more comfortable.
When Fang Yinnian asked for a leg massage, it wasn’t really just for the massage.
To put it bluntly, as the temporarily submissive party, it was just a method of seduction and invitation. If he really wanted a massage, he could have hired any number of professional masseurs; why would he be talking nonsense with Xiao Ji here?
But Xiao Ji seemed completely focused and distracted by nothing else.
Told to massage the legs, he honestly massaged from the ankles to the roots of the thighs, back and forth several times, without crossing the damn line.
Fang Yinnian endured and endured, but finally, at a certain moment, he abandoned what little reserve he had left. He suddenly sat up on the bench and stepped on Xiao Ji.
Because the tactile sensation was too distinct, Fang Yinnian laughed out of sheer anger.
“I thought you were capable, but it turns out you’ve just been pretending this whole time?”
He stared straight into Xiao Ji’s eyes and grabbed his chin. “Speak. Since when?”
Xiao Ji, having his vital point seized, kept his expression indifferent. Several options for a response floated through his mind, and he chose the one he thought Fang Yinnian would like to hear.
“Since I saw you.”
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the smile that had been hanging on Fang Yinnian’s face vanished instantly. “Smooth talker. Do you think I’d believe you?”
Xiao Ji, having flattered the horse only to get kicked, didn’t panic. Adhering to the principle that saying more leads to more mistakes, he simply picked Fang Yinnian up in a princess carry and walked toward the house.
Xiao Ji didn’t know yet if Fang Yinnian had any other little kinks. But after these few encounters, he could at least be certain of one thing: Fang Yinnian looked domineering, but in reality, when it came to certain things, he enjoyed being forced and suppressed.
If he couldn’t win the argument, he could win the action.
Unfortunately, Xiao Ji’s thinking was still too simple. When Fang Yinnian said he wasn’t easy to serve, he absolutely wasn’t just saying it.
He had already stripped completely when Fang Yinnian suddenly grabbed him by the ear and told him to get dressed.
“Go buy protection.”
Xiao Ji was stunned. “Now?”
Fang Yinnian looked at him. “When else? Buy it after we’re done? To use as decoration, as balloons, or to fill with water and freeze in the fridge as ice packs?”
Although the timing of Fang Yinnian’s call to stop was suspiciously intended to torment Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji felt no dissatisfaction or anger at this moment. Fang Yinnian’s request was reasonable. He was the one who hadn’t done well; he hadn’t been thoughtful enough and had come unprepared.
So, Xiao Ji stood up without a word, put his clothes back on, put on his hat, and pulled his mask up to his chin. Lighting a cigarette to cool himself down, he walked out the door and headed back toward the entrance of the villa complex.
Fang Yinnian’s home was on the edge of the main urban area, not in the city center. The population density was low due to the large area occupied by the villa district. There were a few convenience stores around the community, but they weren’t open twenty-four hours.
It was already past 1:00 AM. The streets were empty, with only the occasional passing car, and the shops had long since closed.
Xiao Ji stood by the roadside and sighed.
037, hearing this, immediately knew what Xiao Ji wanted to do. It scanned the area and said: [One kilometer north of the intersection, there’s one. The stock is very complete; they have every flavor.]
Xiao Ji raised an eyebrow. [There are flavors?]
037 had never eaten pork, but it had seen plenty of pigs run. Although it was blocked during the actual events, it had seen plenty of the things required before and after.
Now, hearing the clueless Xiao Ji ask, it finally had a chance to show off. It hurriedly said:
[Of course. Various flavors, various styles, various colors to choose from. It doesn’t really matter for you; it mainly depends on what the Little Phoenix likes.]
[For example?] Xiao Ji asked, not ashamed to learn.
037 thought for a moment. [Fruit flavors are relatively common.]
Xiao Ji pondered for a moment. As he walked toward the north side of the intersection, he sent a message to Fang Yinnian:
[What fruit do you like?]
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