Chapter 66: Will You Open Your Eyes and Look at Me? Now, Pick Up That Silk Ribbon…
A slightly unfamiliar fragrance flooded his nasal cavity.
Xi Yun frowned subconsciously, his hands gripping the shoulders of the person in front of him, intending to push them out the door.
“Quick, quick, quick! Get in!”
Warm breath sprayed onto his neck.
The person who had plunged headfirst into his arms pulled hard at the lapels of his black nightgown, lowering their voice to urge him urgently at the door where only the two of them stood.
The familiar voice hid a sense of urgency, as if something were chasing him from behind.
It made one wonder: in the short time he was missing, did the young man secretly do something shocking again?
Xi Yun abruptly relaxed his furrowed brow, his original motion of pushing away quickly transforming. He pulled Le Can into his embrace with one hand, while the other supported the slowly moving door, sweeping a gaze filled with warning toward whatever was behind the youth.
Outside the door was a silent corridor. The soft glow of the hallway lights poured down from above, illuminating everything in the passage clearly.
Large, brightly colored oil paintings on the walls, a retro-style carpet stretching endlessly, carved display cabinets placed at intervals, and chairs for resting…
There was not a single person present.
As suspicion rose in his heart, Xi Yun looked down at the person in his arms. Then, a pair of bright eyes containing fragmented laughter crashed into his view.
“Ah… caught by you.”
Although he said he was caught, the prankster Le Can didn’t look guilty in the slightest. His hand, which had climbed onto Xi Yun’s chest at some unknown point, suddenly pushed hard, shoving the man into the room.
Seeing the man take only half a step back, Le Can shook his head with slight regret.
Then, he casually lifted his right calf backward, reaching the door behind him, and kicked it shut with a snap.
A dazzling flash of white flickered in the corner of his vision. Guessing what it was, Xi Yun’s heartbeat instantly skipped half a beat.
Staring unblinkingly at Xi Yun’s expression, Le Can naturally didn’t miss the other’s sudden stiffness.
He chuckled lightly, even taking the initiative to take another step back. This was to let Xi Yun, and himself, see more clearly and comprehensively.
The two people in the room: one wearing a black silk nightgown, the other wrapped in a matching white robe.
The black one fit perfectly, vividly revealing the man’s perfect physique with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Especially the V-neck design at the chest—it was both understanding of others and understanding of undressing…
But unfortunately, Xi Yun only revealed a small area.
But what he didn’t know was…
Black and white. Lust and abstinence.
It revealed a sexiness that couldn’t be concealed at all.
His gaze swept over the collarbone at the black neckline, Le Can’s eyes revealing undisguised heat. But when his gaze fell to the hem of the long robe, the pity turned into regret and helplessness over someone’s lack of romantic flair.
Beneath Xi Yun’s nightgown, the legs of pure black pajama pants were visible!
The texture of the black material was light and sheer, the surface smooth and shiny, obviously soft, comfortable, and expensive, just like the robe he wore on his upper body.
But so what if it was expensive?
Le Can just wanted to rip it off right now!
As for the white nightgown Le Can was wearing…
It looked like a coat thrown on casually in a rush to leave, messily wrapping the inner wear inside. Because he hadn’t paid particular attention, some corners had unsightly bulges.
That’s right, beneath his upper robe, unlike Xi Yun, he wasn’t wearing nothing.
Because the silk nightgown was very thin, wearing other clothes underneath was visibly bulky. However, Le Can intended to completely cover the clothes worn inside, so he didn’t care about this.
In contrast, the hem of the young man’s nightgown… revealed two long, beautiful bare legs.
The fair, lustrous skin reflected the lights in the room, dazzlingly white. The joints, freshly washed, floated with a beautiful pink hue.
An image of a Hibiscus Stone censer suddenly flashed through Xi Yun’s mind—the same pink, the same warmth…
Xi Yun had once heard someone describe it as a dreamlike and beautiful illusion. At that time, his heart was unmoved, but only now did Xi Yun understand the reason why.
He abruptly averted his gaze, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes filled with mischief.
Le Can knew that an “old antique” like Xi Yun couldn’t handle this avant-garde “missing pants” style.
He slowly stretched his waist.
The white nightgown, originally covering his knees, moved upward with the motion, and his well-proportioned yet fleshy legs slowly revealed the tip of the iceberg…
After stretching, Le Can lowered his arms, looking amusedly at the tall back figure that had silently moved to the bedside, facing away from him.
Dragging his slippers, he deliberately made clack clack noises, walking step by step toward the bed.
Le Can circled to Xi Yun’s side.
Seeing that the man had fished out that eye-covering white silk ribbon from some unknown corner again, he didn’t rush, nor did he intervene to stop Xi Yun from tying the thing over his brows and eyes.
He just stood quietly to the side, smiling faintly and unhurriedly.
The moment the white silk was tied, the person sitting squarely on the edge of the bed turned his face toward Le Can.
“It’s getting late. There’s another full day of shooting tomorrow, Yaoyao…”
Le Can tilted his head, seeming a bit puzzled. “Xi Yun, don’t you think this sentence sounds very familiar?”
It was very familiar.
After all, the night before, someone had used this exact excuse to escape, betraying his trust!
Hearing the puzzled rhetorical question, President Xi, who was seen by the outside world as having concise, sharp language and the ability to precisely catch loopholes in speech, slowly fell silent.
“Yaoyao.”
Le Can nodded his chin, casually humming “Mmhmm” twice.
During the humming, his hand had already touched the white silk on Xi Yun’s eyes.
Through the soft, silky ribbon, his fingertips touched the closed thin eyelids with curiosity. Every movement of the eyeball was perceived clearly…
“Yao…”
“Husband, why don’t you dare look at me?”
Two voices intertwined.
One quickly vanished, while the other carried a teasing tone of asking despite knowing the answer.
The term “Husband” came out, giving both the speaker and the listener a feeling of a lifetime ago. It seemed… indeed, this name hadn’t appeared for a long time.
Le Can half-lowered his eyes. In front of his line of sight, those pale thin lips he had bitten twice were pressed tightly together.
They looked very kissable.
However, today Le Can had grander designs.
He bit his lower lip, using the pain to divert his attention, incidentally relieving the strange itch rising beneath his skin.
Under his fingertips, the movement of the eyes stopped. Le Can lazily pressed his face against the side of Xi Yun’s face, whispering softly into his ear:
“Will you open your eyes and look at me?”
“If you look… I don’t believe your eyes will be empty.”
If he didn’t look soon, Le Can was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand the itch and would open his mouth to bite someone.
The breath of the person he was pressing against hitched, yet he refused to speak. Le Can endured it, kneeling on the bed surface with his head resting in the hollow of the person’s shoulder, laughing low.
“Are you afraid?”
“Xi Yun… also has times when he’s afraid?”
After laughing, Le Can tilted his body wearily, gasping softly with his mouth half-open in an awkward posture where half his body was about to slide down.
An arm predictably blocked the way, not actually letting Le Can fall off the bed.
The young man, acting like a salted fish, suddenly grabbed the arm beside him with one hand. His flexible waist sprang up, carrying his upper body in a smooth turn in the air.
When he landed back on the bed surface, a white silk ribbon lay quietly in the palm of Le Can’s other hand.
Black strands of hair were lifted, scattering in the air. Exposed to the light again, the eyes were tightly closed, but the drooping eyelashes trembled like fluttering butterflies, trembling again and again.
Le Can was very satisfied with this “feint to the east, attack the west.”
Ambush complete. With the item meant for self-deception now in hand, he ruthlessly tossed the white silk behind him with a wave of his hand.
Having done this set of movements, Le Can released the hand gripping Xi Yun’s arm.
While fumbling with something at his waist with one hand, he reached out to pinch the chin of the person before him, which had dropped a few degrees.
“If you still want to sleep today, open your eyes for me.”
A clear ultimatum.
The belt of a silk nightgown was easy to untie with one hand. Le Can pulled the belt off in three strokes, quickly peeling off the restrictive outer robe and tossing it mercilessly aside.
In the interval of switching hands, he added another sentence: “Or let’s put it another way.”
“If you want me to be angry, feel free to keep them closed.”
The moment the voice fell, those closed eyelids moved, then slowly lifted a crack.
Le Can almost laughed out of anger.
Did Xi Yun open his eyes? He did.
But was there a difference between opening a crack and closing them?
With lowered brows and eyes, if he formed a hand seal, he would look exactly like a Buddha statue on an altar. In that moment, the Sanskrit chant of “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form” seemed to echo in his ears.
Advising Le Can to turn back to the shore.
But if Le Can were truly that kind of person, today’s scene wouldn’t be happening.
Xi Yun limited his vision to a square inch, so Le Can insisted on overturning the table completely within that limited visible space!
Le Can’s hand, clasping Xi Yun’s chin, slowly applied force.
“Yaoyao…”
A light sigh rang in his ears.
Le Can, with a heart of stone, was unmoved: “Since you chose to open your eyes, remember to keep them open [properly].”
“…Okay.”
Finally receiving an affirmative answer, Le Can’s brows relaxed. His legs, pressed against the quilt in an “M” shape, moved forward, intruding into Xi Yun’s line of sight.
Having lost the cover of the nightgown, the clothes worn underneath by the youth were completely revealed.
A loose white shirt draped over his thin, beautiful body. The effect presented by the light passing through the translucent fabric was almost no different from the scenes Xi Yun could see when his ability lost control.
The only difference was that the shadowy reveal of body lines was far more ambiguous, heart-stirring, and… panic-inducing than complete nudity.
Xi Yun’s fingers instantly clenched into fists.
He controlled his breathing rhythm, gathering the dissipating ability once again. The area his vision could see returned to a small patch on the dark bed surface.
But soon, this small “safe zone” was also intruded upon.
That was… a plump, soft, and lustrous leg, half-concealed by clothes meant for intimacy between husbands that served almost no covering function.
Suddenly, a slender, beautiful hand reached over. It lifted a corner of the hem, pulling it upward.
Xi Yun’s throat went unbearably dry.
But he could only keep his promise, daring not to move his gaze a fraction.
After a stretch of skin even fairer than the white shirt, a… black silk ribbon wrapped around the thigh was revealed.
The flimsy thing sank into the plump flesh, leaving a shallow mark. But its owner didn’t care; instead, he sluggishly untied the knot that had been tied messily in a hurry.
“Mmh, it’s a bit hard to untie.”
Xi Yun’s heart trembled with these words.
“Husband, help me…”
The deliberately softened tone carried a sticky sweetness, sounding like spoiled whining. But Xi Yun only felt that the invisible sword hanging over his head had finally fallen to his neck.
Xi Yun was silent for a moment, extending his hand before the youth could speak again.
Even though he deliberately kept his distance, a mischievous hand always reached over from the side, hooking Xi Yun’s fingers intermittently.
The distinctively jointed large hand was led from time to time to touch skin that was soft, delicate, and of a different temperature…
One knot took a long time to untie.
Time ticked by bit by bit until, at a certain moment, the black wrinkled silk ribbon slipped through the gaps of Xi Yun’s fingers and fell from the youth’s leg.
Then, Xi Yun awaited his judgment.
“Now, pick up that silk ribbon and tie it.”
“As for where to tie it?”
A light chuckle came from above his head.
“Husband, you’re so smart, I shouldn’t need to explain more.”
“…Right?”
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