Chapter 52: Why is Yuanyuan Stealing Food Behind My Back?
Hearing those words, Shen Yuan felt his lower body tighten as an intense fear flooded his heart. Even his outstretched hand trembled; it took several attempts before he could finally pick up the phone.
“I won’t… Xiansheng, I promise I d-don’t dare do anything else! Iâll only use it to compose the music!”
His face flushed beet red as he desperately defended himself, terrified that the man before him would truly make him carry more babies!
Yu Xiuqing let out a cold snort. Seeing the boy turning to get off the bed, he reached out with one hand and grabbed his fair ankle, pulling him back effortlessly. He commanded in a harsh tone:
“Kneel right there by the bedside. You are not allowed to get down.”
Shen Yuan hadn’t expected him to be so crude. His ankle throbbed from the pull. He looked up at the man, his beautiful, clear eyes overflowing with a hazy mist of tears, looking utterly aggrieved.
But the man ignored him completely and closed his eyes.
Only when he saw Xianshengâs breathing gradually become even did Shen Yuan breathe a sigh of relief. Holding the phone in his small hands, he filled in the half-piece of music from his memory and began to arrange the accompaniment.
He had nothingâno power, no influenceâyet he was exceptionally gifted in the realm of music.
Before long, the masterpiece that so many had regretted was incomplete was reborn in a brand-new form.
Shen Yuan looked at the melody on the phone screen. His eyes automatically transformed the rigid notes into sound. As the melody rose and fell, his fingers slid gently across the virtual keyboard.
He began to hum unconsciously with his eyes closed, a smile gracing the corners of his mouth. It was as if he had immersed himself entirely in the music, forgetting everything else around him.
But with a slight coughâsounding like a warningâthe little fool immediately stifled his voice. He covered his mouth tightly with his small hands, his eyes looking forward with trepidation.
Fortunately, his humming hadn’t been loud. The man showed no signs of waking up, though his eyelashes flickered slightly.
Shen Yuan slowly exhaled, placed the phone back on the nightstand, and lowered his head to continue kneeling, looking quite dejected.
At that moment, his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl. Shen Yuan clutched his empty abdomen, realizing he hadn’t eaten anything all night and had even been splashed with wine.
He was truly hungry now…
“Stop growling… Xiansheng won’t let us go out to eat. Heâll just punish me even more…”
Shen Yuan muttered in a tiny voice. He leaned forward, burying his face in the bedsheets to try and suppress the hunger.
However, the rumbling grew even stronger. Fearing his stomach would wake the man, he pondered for a few seconds before finally choosing to creep off the bed as quietly as a mouse.
There wasn’t a scrap of food in the room. Shen Yuan had to go to the kitchen outside to find something to fill his stomach.
The little fool stared at the man for a long time, observing him. Only after confirming several times that the other wouldn’t wake up anytime soon did he dare to slip to the door, closing it with extreme care and lightness.
He looked around to ensure no one saw him, then held onto the wooden banister and made his way downstairs.
The hall, which had been as bright as day earlier that evening, was now pitch black. Only a few flickers of dim yellow light cast shadows from the windows, making the space feel inexplicably eerie and sinister.
The old-fashioned pendulum clock was shrouded in darkness, its blurry silhouette looking as if someone were staring straight at you.
Shen Yuanâs bare feet stepped onto the cold floor, his body shivering. He bit his teeth hard, his palms slick with sweat, his face filled with thick terror.
He was simply too cold and too afraid.
The chilly moonlight filtered through the thick glass windows, leaving mottled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.
His small, exquisite face appeared even paler and thinner in this dim light, looking devoid of any life.
Shen Yuan shivered as he edged toward the kitchen, his legs trembling involuntarily with every step.
Fortunately, the kitchen wasn’t locked. He pushed open the heavy wooden door with effort and walked inside.
It was silentâterrifyingly silent.
Bottles and plastic bags filled with white pills were scattered across the floor and piled high on the table.
Shen Yuan stepped over them carefully and reached the refrigerator. He used every ounce of strength he had to pull the door open.
Due to the inertia, his footing slipped, and he landed squarely on his bottom on the floor. The pain was so sharp that tears nearly fell.
His bare skin made direct contact with the floor, and a bone-chilling cold pierced straight into his marrow.
Shen Yuan shuddered from the cold, only then realizing that in his haste to get out, he had forgotten to put on his trousers!
Looking at his fair legs, which were already frozen red, shame and annoyance filled his heart. He gritted his teeth and stood up.
The cold air from the fridge rushed out at him, but the food inside was plentifulâfresh milk and bread.
A fair, small hand reached inside, picking up a sandwich from the corner and a box of cheese.
Shen Yuanâs eyes sparkled as he looked at his favorite food, and he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
He closed the fridge door and stood right there, unable to wait a moment longer. He tore open the sandwich packaging, opened his small mouth, and took a large, satisfying bite, beginning to chew.
Munch, munch… The little fool, eating with total abandon, didn’t notice the figure gradually approaching from behind…
The next second, a large hand suddenly encircled his slender waist. A warm chest pressed tightly against his back, and he was forcefully pinned against the refrigerator door.
The moment his tender legs touched the cold fabric of the otherâs trousers, Shen Yuanâs body went rigid. The half-eaten sandwich in his hand fell to the floor, landing in a heap.
“Ah!”
Startled into a cry, Shen Yuan turned back in a panic, only to see a pair of pitch-black, deep eyes…
“Why is Yuanyuan stealing food behind my back?”
The deep, sexy voice was thick with mockery. The little fool froze in place, too scared to move. His heart hammered wildly, and his hands and feet went cold.
“Ugh… no… I was just hungry…” Shen Yuan stammered, his face flushing deep red.
The man curled his lips into a cold smile, clearly having no intention of letting him off. He reached out to tilt the boyâs chin up, turning it toward him. He then extended his tongue to gently lick away the bread crumbs from the corner of the youthâs mouth.
“Is Yuanyuan hungry? Then how about Xiansheng feeds Yuanyuan until you’re full? Iâll make sure your stomach is stuffed…”
Hearing his ambiguous words, Shen Yuanâs cheeks exploded in red. His small hands struggled as he shook his head frantically. “Yuanyuan d-doesn’t want Xiansheng to feed him! Yuanyuan is already full!”
“Greedy thing! Did I give you permission to come out? You didn’t even put on trousers. Which man were you trying to seduce this time?!”
Yu Xiuqingâs large palm slapped the boy’s snow-white thigh with force. Five red finger marks appeared instantly.
His handsome face was distorted, his gaze toward Shen Yuan full of disgust and ruthlessness. He wished he could tear this flirting little vixen into ten thousand pieces, but he couldn’t!
He wouldn’t kill him because… he couldn’t bear to.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t seducing anyone…”
Shen Yuan was terrified by his ferocity. His body shrank back, and tears of grievance welled in his eyes.
He bit his lower lip, stubbornly lifting his eyes to meet the manâs predatory gaze, looking like a startled kitten.
Yu Xiuqing let out a cold snort. He grabbed the youth’s arm, picked him up in a princess carry, and sat him down on the kitchen counter.
The sudden lift made Shen Yuan grab the man’s shoulders in fear. He instinctively clamped his legs together tightly. A wave of cold instantly washed over his body, making him shiver incessantly.
The manâs calloused hand gripped the youthâs ankle. The sudden chill he felt made him feel a twinge of heartache. He began to massage the limb with a slow but firm pressure, trying to warm it up.
Shen Yuan was extremely ticklish, let alone having his ankles held. His body went soft, and he was forced to lean against the man’s chest.
“Ngh…”
A weak, delicate moan escaped his throat.
This abrasive touch made Shen Yuan writhe uncomfortably. His eyes shimmered as he looked at the man, shouting angrily: “What do you want to do? You meanie!”
“What do you think? Yuanyuan…”
The man looked down at the youth, his husky voice sounding as if it came from heaven, possessing a charm that could make one lose themselves.
“Go away! I don’t want to! You’re so bad!”
Shen Yuan held himself tightly with his arms, his small face written with resistance. He was clearly shouting in anger, yet his voice came out so soft it could melt into waterâhe was the embodiment of pure yet seductive.
Yu Xiuqing narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and distant.
He didn’t move, allowing Shen Yuan to struggle.
It was a struggle that yielded no result.
His gaze was too burning, as if it wanted to melt the boy down. Shen Yuan shivered all over, instinctively trying to hide, yet there was nowhere to go. The tears in his eyes flickered piteously.
Looking at the moist, hazy appearance of the youth in his arms, Yu Xiuqingâs eyes darkened, and his Adamâs apple bobbed.
He leaned down and covered Shen Yuanâs lips.
He was restrained and gentle at first, but in the next second, he turned brutal.
This kiss was devoid of any desire or emotion.
It was like… a habit.
A habit he couldn’t escape.
Like waking up to brush oneâs teeth, like three meals a day, like the night air and coffeeâsimple, yet indispensable.
He loved the taste of this fool to the extreme; it was sweet, yet never cloying.
“Mmph… ngh…”
Shen Yuanâs eyes widened, and his small face turned bright red. He twisted his neck to hide, but the back of his head was held firmly by the otherâs palm, refusing to let him retreat an inch.
“Keep moving, and don’t blame me if I immediately…”
The man whispered, his voice carrying a suppressed longing. His obsidian pupils flickered with a dangerous light.
Shen Yuan felt uncomfortable being stared at like that.
He leaned his body forward, wanting to jump off the counter, but his legs felt like they were glued down; he couldn’t even budge.
“Xiansheng, no, I was wrong…”
The youth wept, his voice soft and delicate like a featherâlight and airy, yet it tugged at Yu Xiuqingâs heartstrings.
He reached out and pulled Shen Yuan into his embrace, his thin lips pressing against the boyâs ear as he murmured playfully:
“I still prefer to hear you call me Husband.”
Shen Yuan shook his head frantically in fear.
This was the kitchen!
Someone could walk in at any time!
If someone saw them, he would never be able to hold his head up again!
Those people would call him a vixen who seduced Xiansheng!
At this thought, Shen Yuan struggled even more desperately, his feet kicking at the manâs abdominal muscles.
But the difference in strength between them was too vast; his resistance was utterly futile.
Yu Xiuqing was clearly annoyed by his actions. He looked down at him, his eyes bloodshot and full of madness:
“Yuanyuan isn’t being good. You need to be punished.”
Hearing this, Shen Yuan was too scared to move. His eyes turned redder and redder, looking exactly like a piteously bullied little white rabbit.
The man didn’t let him go just because of his piteous state. Instead, he pulled the leather belt from his waist and bound the boyâs wrists together. He then lifted the boy’s arms above his head and hung him up.
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