Chapter 89: Put It On. Undo It. X-Ray Vision Was Not Within His Control, and Neither Was Mind Reading…
“Sir, I’ve brought the items you requested.”
The unplanned knocking interrupted the intimacy in the room. Xi Yun stopped his movements and slowly lowered his head to look down.
The youth’s lips, now more ruddy and moist, curled up, and those slightly drunken peach blossom eyes watched him with a half-smile.
The eyes glistening with moisture seemed full of affection, but upon closer inspection, they were filled with vivid craftiness. He looked like a little fox whose plan had succeeded, blatantly showing the big tail he had worked so hard to hide, wagging it back and forth in a great mood.
Being watched, Le Can didn’t feel guilty; instead, he raised his chin and said as a matter of course, “Why are you staring at me like an idiot? Go get the things.”
Xi Yun couldn’t help but chuckle. Then, unable to restrain himself, he lowered his head again and placed a kiss on Le Can’s slightly upturned eye.
Since he couldn’t help but open his eyes during the recovery period, Xi Yun didn’t intend to close them again in front of Le Can today.
The room without lights was dim, with only small patches of moonlight and the colorful glow of fireworks spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling window; opening his eyes wouldn’t be an issue.
After all, having his eyes closed while his ability uncontrollably leaked out might even make the recovery period longer…
After the kiss, the man in the wheelchair stood up. He steadily supported the person wrapped in his arms and placed him gently and properly on the sofa.
The flying blanket fell and was then carefully tucked in. After confirming that not an inch of the youth’s skin was exposed except for his head, Xi Yun casually buttoned one of the buttons on his wide-open shirt and walked toward the door.
Le Can, wrapped like a zongzi: “…”
He suddenly rolled his eyes and kicked the blanket away with his forced-straight legs. Then, raising both arms, he quickly dug himself out of the tight wrapping.
His limbs regained their freedom and coolness, and Le Can, who had broken into a thin sweat from the heat, let out a satisfied sigh. He raised his hand, picked up a corner of the blanket, looked down at it for two seconds, and then tossed it aside in disgust.
The items had been delivered, and the clothes were mostly off. Who would want to use something as simple as a blanket for warmth at night? If something was to be used, it should be…
Le Can propped up his chin with one hand and sat leaning askew against the sofa, his long, fair, and lustrous legs placed casually in front of him. He lazily half-opened his eyelids, watching the tall figure walking back with the items.
[To be used… it should be this.]
Xi Yun’s steps paused upon hearing the thought. He knew Le Can had said this to him on purpose.
A random, fragmented thought, revealing the owner’s undisguised ambiguity. Clever as Xi Yun was, how could he not understand what was about to be “used”?
Holding the items in his hand, Xi Yun couldn’t help but tighten his grip. The brown paper bag crinkled, and the rustling sound was incredibly loud in the silent night!
“Pfft—”
Hearing the sound, Le Can burst out laughing.
His body couldn’t stop trembling and swaying. If his back hadn’t been against the sofa, he would have fallen onto the cushions, laughing too hard to get up.
Xi Yun lowered his eyes helplessly, a flash of indulgence crossing his face. His paused steps began to move again as his tall figure drew close, and he sat down beside the youth with disheveled clothes.
Le Can took the opportunity to turn and climb over, like a dodder flower, slowly entwining around his host plant. His silently raised hand brushed over the shirt button Xi Yun had temporarily fastened, slowly undoing it.
As the creased shirt fell open, his slender fingers followed the collarbone upward, continuing to pull down the garment hanging over one shoulder…
Before he could pull it to the elbow, Le Can’s hand was pressed down by another. The force wasn’t great, just exactly at the point where he couldn’t break free.
His beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, and their owner quickly lunged forward. Warm breath moved up from Xi Yun’s collarbone, following the line of his neck, pausing briefly at the protruding Adam’s apple.
“I didn’t expect our CEO Xi to have moments of hesitation and scruples.”
A slight pain rose at his Adam’s apple, followed by something soft and moist touching that spot.
Xi Yun’s breathing grew heavy, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Yaoyao.”
“Mhm,” Le Can replied nonchalantly. “Be good and listen. Let go of my hand.”
The moist trail slowly spread upward, hooking over the jaw and licking the tightly pursed thin lips… Xi Yun’s hand loosened almost imperceptibly.
The curve of Le Can’s upturned eyes deepened, and his hand—now free from the restraint—suddenly wrenched away. At the same time, the youth who had been pecking at the man’s lips suddenly pulled away!
Xi Yun instinctively chased after him, but to his surprise, Le Can shook his head with a smile while reaching out his other hand to prop up the man’s chin, pushing him back.
“There’s no reward for those who don’t listen.”
The hand that had escaped the suppression did not insist on continuing to pull the clothes; instead, it held up the items in its hand and shook them between the two, asserting their presence.
He had somehow managed to get the paper bag that had fallen aside into his hand.
Under Xi Yun’s gaze, he reached into the bag and first pulled out a familiar long white silk band.
The soft little thing was wound between his slender fingers and then held up before the man’s eyes.
“Put it on,” Le Can ordered.
Since the soft words weren’t being listened to, he issued a clearer instruction.
The silver-gray heterochromatic eyes stared into the amber ones that were full of half-smiles. Knowing that if he didn’t act this time, the youth would truly be angry, he silently took the silk band and familiarized himself with binding it where it belonged.
Xi Yun knew Le Can was well aware of the side effects of overextending his ability. By having someone bring the silk band, he was reminding him that he couldn’t use his eyes and was forbidden from using his ability again.
But what Le Can didn’t know was—X-ray vision was not within his control, and neither was mind reading.
In his life, Xi Yun had very few moments where things went out of control, especially after reaching adulthood. Yet, whether it was his ability or his emotions, when facing the person beside him, things always slipped out of his grasp time and again…
Xi Yun knew deep down that he didn’t have the option to refuse either the white silk or what was to follow.
He didn’t dare, he was unwilling to let go, and he didn’t want to.
“Hmm, that’s a good boy.”
A kiss landed on his lips.
Immediately after, the sound of the bag being opened rang clearly in his ears. Le Can reached inside, fumbling through everything in the darkness.
First, he picked up a thin little thing that looked like a disposable glove and held it up to the dim moonlight, identifying it carefully.
After seeing the size marked on it, Le Can pondered for a moment. Recalling the thing that had been rampaging in his hand earlier, he felt a slight hesitation.
These items were what Le Can had thought of and contacted the butler, Ben Nelson, to get before entering the room.
Cough. Although Le Can had had boyfriends, in his previous life he had been so busy he hadn’t even kissed anyone, let alone held these things. So, he could only give vague instructions to the steady butler.
Just… specifically the largest size.
Surely, probably, nothing would go wrong…
With a faint crinkle, the plastic packaging was opened, and the slippery liquid moistened Le Can’s hand, slowly seeping down between his fingers.
His fingers rubbed the cool, oily substance, and Le Can looked down at the man’s waist. Mm, a black leather belt; obviously, it couldn’t be undone with one hand.
Thus, Le Can nonchalantly opened his mouth and lightly bit the chin of the person close at hand. “By the way, undo that annoying thing.”
After the bite, he lowered his head to open the other little item he had prepared for himself. A bottle of lightly sloshing liquid, the label covered in foreign text Le Can couldn’t understand.
But it didn’t matter if he couldn’t understand; he just needed to know how to use it and where to apply it. Since he had finally managed to get Xi Yun to close his eyes again, there was no need to make him open them just to help translate something they both knew.
Confirming there was no fourth item in the bag, Le Can prepared to turn his head to look at the person beside him who showed no movement.
[Hmm, let me see who’s being naughty again?]
Suddenly, the familiar sound of a metal buckle opening rang in his ears, followed by a series of rustling sounds.
Le Can’s mock-angry expression instantly smoothed out. He even leaned his body back slightly, half-squinting his eyes to appreciate the rare sight of a handsome man undressing by the dim moonlight.
[Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk…]
Looking at the fluent lines faintly visible beneath Xi Yun’s open shirt, Le Can lightly licked his lower lip, unable to help but sigh at how well he was “eating.”
Xi Yun’s movement of pulling out the belt slowed for a split second.
Looking at the person who had stopped moving, the youth propping up his chin slowly tapped his cheek with his fingertip. “Continue.”
As for how to continue, Le Can felt Xi Yun shouldn’t need him to say more.
After a long while, the sound of a metal zipper being pulled down rang out. Someone joyfully raised their eyes, nearly blowing a rogue whistle.
He slowly drew close to the person whose hand was resting on his waist, who had stopped just like that, and his hand—which was not dry—reached forward and placed itself directly over that large hand.
“What?” Le Can’s temple was pressed against Xi Yun’s cheek. He opened his mouth and bit the man’s cool earlobe, maliciously gnawing on it.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it, nor like I haven’t put my hands on it…”
The large hand beneath his own trembled very slightly. Le Can was overjoyed and leaned against the person who was sitting upright and straight.
“Don’t be like this, otherwise I’ll always feel like… hmm, a sprite trying to seduce a holy monk into returning to secular life?”
Xi Yun used both hands to protect the swaying person, pursing his lips to rebut: “I am not a holy monk.”
Le Can suddenly pressed closer, narrowing the distance between them. He hooked the white silk band hanging behind the man with his finger, slowly winding it around his fingertip.
Then he asked with a light laugh, “Then am I a sprite?”
As he asked, Le Can deliberately nudged the stiff man with his shoulder. Knowing the answer, he repeated in the man’s ear: “Then am I… a sprite?”
Xi Yun did not answer; he only held the person in his arms tighter.
Because they were so close, any subtle or obvious change was like lighting a lamp in the dark night; it couldn’t be hidden at all.
Le Can couldn’t move, so he could only lean close to Xi Yun’s ear and deliberately annoy him. “Xi Yun, you can endure. Look… there’s something that can’t endure and can’t be hidden…”
The body is always the most honest, giving back the most truthful feelings of its owner’s heart long before words are spoken.
In the darkness, the veins on Xi Yun’s forehead and neck became visible. He suddenly turned his head, blocking the mouth of the youth who was constantly provoking him.
Le Can laughed even more happily. He raised his head and kissed back intensely. They didn’t look like lingering lovers, but rather like competitive opponents.
While their mouths were busy, the next matter couldn’t be forgotten.
Taking advantage of the moment Xi Yun was distracted, Le Can half-opened his eyes in the darkness. Holding the items he had prepared, he clumsily prepared to use them according to his understanding.
It should be suitable…
Suitable… Le Can took a bite of the person who was on the edge of losing control, then looked down at the items in his hand that didn’t seem to match. He was a bit dumbfounded.
His thumb and index finger formed a circle. Le Can raised his hand to look at the size of the circle, and both his eyelids suddenly twitched at the same time.
[Was it… like this before, too?]
The alcohol hadn’t dissipated, and Le Can’s memory was a bit messy.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He suddenly tossed the unreliable items behind him. Then, he twisted the bottled item with both hands, trying to open it.
But Le Can forgot—both his hands were now slippery; how could he open an unopened bottle? Unsurprisingly, after trying several times, there was no progress.
Le Can ground his teeth and shoved the item into the hand of the man whose chest was heaving increasingly. His own hand grabbed the man’s most vulnerable spot.
His circling hand slowly tightened as he threatened, “Open it.”
Tonight, he absolutely had to “eat” this man.
[Only success is allowed, failure is not!]
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