Chapter 12: Let’s Try
Bai Qi hesitated, his slender fingers reaching into the neckline at the side of his neck, peeling down the silky black pajamas.
The conservative fabric gradually separated and slid down from his skin, his thin shoulders and neck shyly exposed to the air.
The whole room seemed to brighten.
His skin was so translucently white, gleaming with a moist shine, so soft it seemed to melt into water, exuding a sweet fragrance.
Soon, half of his milky white body was revealed. His shoulder and neck lines were extremely beautiful. The bathrobe draped over his arm barely concealed the shy redness, but a little pink still peeked out from the edges, making it impossible to look away.
Unknowingly, the breathing in the room grew heavier.
After barely managing to take it off, Bai Qi lay on his side as the script dictated, his thin back sinking into the soft big bed. Crimson and white outlined a seductive color.
“It hurts right here,” he buried his face in the bedding, his ear tips red as he spoke his lines.
“Mm.”
Bo Yan responded coldly, his body like a taut bowstring. His broad shoulders pressed down, his long fingers reaching towards the round shoulder in front of him.
The shoulder looked like ice and jade, presumably cool to the touch, but the moment his palm touched it, it was surprisingly warm, so tender it was almost impossible to hold.
The clear bones and prominent veins on his hand looked somewhat ferocious, contrasting sharply with the white neck and shoulder, leaving a red mark even with just a light touch.
Bo Yan’s hand instantly loosened.
But the next moment, it tightened again, his long fingers slightly sinking into the tender flesh, as if holding a ball of milk.
Bai Qi felt a little itchy. His beautiful face leaned closer, carefully observing his pinched and rubbed shoulder, the exceptionally enchanting scene reflected in his light, clear eyes.
The thick desire in Bo Yan’s eyes was almost overflowing, his gaze fixed on Bai Qi: “Does it hurt?”
Bai Qi nodded, then shook his head.
“A little, but it’s not here that’s twisted.”
He pointed at his chest with his pink-tinged fingernail, his tone naive: “A little lower.”
With those words, Bo Yan’s large hand covered it.
An indescribable tingling sensation permeated from his skin to his marrow, the intense stimulation was more itchy than ever before.
Bai Qi’s eyes instantly flushed crimson. He gasped and curled up, accidentally trapping Bo Yan’s hand between his soft legs and chest, the hot, thin wristbone particularly noticeable.
Bo Yan immediately coughed violently, his face turning red from coughing.
Bai Qi, even more itchy, felt his mind go blank for a moment. He panicked and hurriedly moved away, but his hand was held down.
His swan-like white neck tightened, a large expanse of white skin exposed. Bai Qi looked at the man in front of him in confusion.
Bo Yan was incredibly unfamiliar at this moment. The cold air around his brows and eyes had completely disappeared. His black irises reflected the crimson of the bed, as if covered with a thick layer of blood-red, staring intently at him.
Such a gaze was truly impactful. Bai Qi felt like he was seeing the real Dr. Jiang, so frantic yet so restrained, wanting to pounce but only able to control himself, struggling and burning like a volcano.
Bai Qi, after all, wasn’t a real actor, and he couldn’t handle this kind of scene. Thinking about the lines to come, he felt a little intimidated.
His red lips trembled, unable to speak his lines.
Seeing Bo Yan getting up as if to leave, seeing the scene ruined, Bai Qi panicked and felt guilty, wanting to apologize.
The next moment, Bo Yan wrapped his disheveled body in a blanket, revealing only a small head.
Bai Qi, like a startled rabbit, looked over in surprise, his beautiful eyes timid.
So sensitive and so fragile, a slight touch would make him tremble, and the slightest stimulation would hurt him.
“Scared?”
Bo Yan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to suppress the surging agitation in his body, but the bulging veins on his forehead couldn’t be suppressed.
Just as he got up to go to the bathroom, Bai Qi’s clear voice came from behind: “No, I’m just too ticklish.”
Bai Qi knew the main problem was the ticklishness, but there were many more such intimate scenes, and he couldn’t keep backing down every time.
He hadn’t realized before how big of a problem the ticklishness was, but now he was very troubled.
He pursed his lips: “I’ll work hard to train myself, try to desensitize myself.”
With that, Bo Yan turned his head sharply, his dark eyes almost piercing him.
His voice was hoarse: “How do you plan to train?”
Bai Qi hadn’t actually thought it through, replying hesitantly: “Should I have Zhang Cheng keep touching and tickling me to see if I can adapt?”
“No need for that much trouble.”
Bo Yan poured a glass of ice water and casually drank it down: “I can try tonight.”
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Chapter 13: Desensitization
“Thank you so much.”
Bai Qi, surprised, emerged from the covers. Desensitization was a troublesome process, yet Bo Yan was willing to help proactively.
If that were the case, he had to work hard to overcome it.
Bo Yan neither confirmed nor denied, his knuckles tapping on the table: “Sit.”
Bai Qi put on his slippers and was about to sit in the chair beside him, but Bo Yan shook his head and pointed to the table.
Huh?
Bai Qi was a little surprised, but still obediently sat down.
The antique wooden table was high and wide, painted a dark red. When Bai Qi sat down, his feet were off the ground, his snow-white calves subtly peeking out from the slit in his pajamas, swinging in the air.
His already slender figure was made even more petite and delicate by the table, as if he could be easily held in one’s hand.
Bo Yan knelt in front of Bai Qi. His black hair was combed back, revealing the pale and sharp contours of his brow bone. His cold irises, from below to above, observed him calmly and methodically.
After a moment, he effortlessly grasped his thin ankle.
The warmth of his palm seemed to burn. Bai Qi instinctively tried to move, but his hand was restrained, unable to budge.
“Is it itchy?” Bo Yan asked.
Bai Qi pursed his lips, trying to ignore the itchiness on his ankle, uncomfortably nodding: “A little.”
He felt quite embarrassed; it was just a grasp, but his ankle was also so ticklish.
Bo Yan didn’t get angry. He lowered his gaze, stared for a while, and silently pinched both ankles, slowly separating and lifting them.
As the fair ankles were placed on the table, the silky black pajamas gradually slipped upwards, from the calves to the knees.
A sweet scent wafted up.
The hem was lifted high, the underwear beneath barely containing the plump, soft flesh, slightly overflowing; so tender it was almost unbelievable. A fleeting glimpse of beauty that was almost maddening.
The lines of the hand holding his ankle tightened instantly.
Bo Yan’s upper arm muscles bulged, his usually straight back bent slightly, yet his jawline seemed to jut forward.
If anyone were in the room, they would see the usually cold and abstinent top star pressing the beautiful boy onto the table, like a vicious dog eager to gnaw on tender flesh, almost burying himself in the hem of his clothing.
Bai Qi obediently hugged his knees. From his angle, he couldn’t see anything, only feeling Bo Yan’s breath; it was so ticklish that he trembled constantly, trying to regulate his breathing.
He had to hold on; it was just breathing, how could he not even endure that?
However, the next moment, Bo Yan grasped the translucent skin on his thigh.
“How about here?”
An overwhelming itchiness recklessly pierced through. Bai Qi could no longer bear it, whimpering and shrinking away, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, yet the lingering numbness and itchiness on his leg was unbearable.
He covered his leg, shrinking inward as much as possible, his face flushed, as if tender juice was overflowing from beneath his skin, tears welling up.
“Too… too itchy.”
Bo Yan remained fixed in place, his right hand, hanging over the edge of the table, clenching and unclenching, his hand gradually turning red.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at Bai Qi, his strictness almost inhuman: “Try again.”
Bai Qi moved back, breathing shallowly, unconsciously scratching the touched area, finally calming down a bit.
He hadn’t been prepared, but with experience, he should be able to endure it.
Bo Yan, however, didn’t move. Instead, he glanced at his watch—it was already Bai Qi’s bedtime.
He pinched the bridge of his nose: “Go to sleep.”
Bai Qi felt a little regret that he hadn’t succeeded today, but also couldn’t help but secretly sigh with relief.
They lay down on the bed together. The bed was so large that even with two people, there was ample space. They lay on opposite sides, not touching at all.
Bai Qi was actually a bit fussy about beds, but this bed was much better than the single bed at school. The temperature in the room was comfortable, and the bedding was soft. Lying in bed was truly comfortable.
The lights were quickly turned off, the vision somewhat dim.
He turned to look at Bo Yan. Bo Yan was lying flat on his side, his sleeping posture very standard, almost rigidly formal, nearly two meters away from him.
Bai Qi remembered that Bo Yan’s belongings in the dorm were also meticulously arranged, neatly organized to the point of being unsettling, his bed made without a single wrinkle.
He was relieved that the bed was large enough; otherwise, he would have accidentally messed up Bo Yan’s side.
Sighing in relief, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the darkness, Bai Qi’s soft hair spread out, his red lips like blood, like a tender, budding rose, shyly revealing temptation.
After an unknown amount of time, someone appeared beside him.
Long arms propped him up. There was no longer any hesitation; a chilling gaze fell on Bai Qi. Even just a glance made one’s heart pound.
As if he was a little hot from sleep, Bai Qi inadvertently shifted, the fabric at the back of his neck slipping down, revealing a soft white neck.
In the darkness, it was like a dazzling piece of mutton fat jade, the bones and flesh evenly proportioned and delicate, the sweet fragrance alluring.
After staring for an unknown amount of time, pale lips covered it.
Suddenly attacked by a strange breath, that area of skin trembled slightly. Bai Qi’s red lips murmured, struggling for a few moments but unable to wake up, instead completely falling under the control of the other person, being kissed and smelled greedily inch by inch.
Heavy breathing was close at hand.
In his sleep, Bai Qi’s face became increasingly red, his body involuntarily writhing, yet pinned to the bed.
The unbearable torture continued, the night becoming incredibly long.
The next morning, when Bai Qi opened his eyes, the sky was completely bright.
The back of his neck was numb and itchy, with a strange comfort, as if it had been massaged. He instinctively raised his hand to rub it, then looked to the other side of the bed.
The bed was completely empty, without a single wrinkle, as if nobody had slept there last night. Bai Qi’s side, on the other hand, was a mess, clearly showing he had a restless sleep.
Bai Qi felt a little ashamed, once again grateful for the large bed.
Looking up at the clock, it was already noon; he had slept until after twelve o’clock.
Bai Qi was shocked by his sleep quality. Sleeping for so long made a difference. Except for the slightly numb neck, all his fatigue was gone, and his spirits were exceptionally high.
Stretching his arms, he picked up his phone and saw a message. Bo Yan had sent him a WeChat message at a little after six in the morning, apologetically saying he had urgent work and wouldn’t be back, and that someone would deliver lunch.
Work?
Bai Qi pursed his lips, remembering the work Bo Yan had urged him to take on yesterday.
He felt a little annoyed; Bo Yan placed so much importance on acting, yet he hadn’t been able to desensitize himself last night.
He rubbed his legs and waist vigorously, rubbing his skin red. He himself wasn’t itchy when he touched himself, but when others touched him, it was a problem.
Before, he hadn’t realized this shortcoming, thinking that since he didn’t like being touched by others, it was fine if no one touched him. He hadn’t expected it to cause such a delay.
If only there were an injection to weaken his sense of touch, then both he and Bo Yan would be happy.
Sighing, Bai Qi got up and typed a reply to Bo Yan: “No need to have someone deliver lunch. I have an elective class this afternoon.”
Just as he was about to put down his phone, he saw Bo Yan’s instant reply: “Okay.”
Bai Qi wasn’t surprised; Bo Yan should be having lunch around this time.
Without time for breakfast, he took a shower and prepared to go out to hail a cab. However, as soon as he left the building, he saw the luxury car that had taken them there yesterday parked at the entrance.
As soon as the driver saw Bai Qi come out, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door for him, his tone very polite: “Hello, Bai classmate, I’ll drive you back to school.”
Bai Qi didn’t know if the driver had been waiting there the whole time or if Bo Yan had sent him to pick him up. He was incredibly embarrassed, repeatedly thanking him.
The driver’s demeanor was somewhat similar to Bo Yan’s—a little fierce and serious—but at this moment, he smiled warmly: “It’s fine, it’s my job.”
Bai Qi got into the car and was given a few hot buns and coconut juice from an unknown source.
On the way, biting into a bun, Bai Qi thought to himself that Bo Yan seemed indifferent to everything but was actually very polite and thoughtful.
There were new clothes in his size in the bathroom, a car was left for him, and to prevent him from not having lunch, the driver was told to prepare buns.
Bai Qi saw all this, his heart filled with an indescribable warmth.
He suddenly felt that he didn’t need to back down because of a little itchiness. He could clearly endure it.
Bo Yan had helped him so much; the only way he could repay him was with his acting. He had to make this perfect.
He also had a copy of the script. Perhaps he should try to proactively discuss a part with Bo Yan.