Chapter 14 part 1
The blush on Yun Xiao’s face, far from fading, spread like ink wash across his earlobes.
How did Yan He know he was the biggest?
Yun Xiao quickly recalled a time when he was still living at home. Yan He had burst into the bathroom with a towel while he was bathing, insisting on helping him dry off.
Yun Xiao had been furious, hiding his entire body in the tub with only his neck exposed, screaming at Yan He to get out and calling him shameless.
Did he sneak a peek back then?
Yun Xiao felt that Yan He had matured. Back then, he had been disgusted to the point of nausea. Now, hearing him discuss that particular topic behind his back, he felt a strange sense of smug satisfaction.
Yun Xiao was the youngest of the F4. He wasn’t mature and steady like He Ting, nor was he a rebellious loophole-seeker like Shen, or as serenely detached as Xu. His emotions were the most unstable, and he ranked last among the F4 in almost every aspect. But in this one area, it seemed he had won!
And this was a matter of a man’s pride!
Yan He had restored his confidence. Truly his best lackey!
Outside the woods, Bai Yuzhou stared in shock at Yan He’s matter-of-fact expression, a thoughtful look dawning on his face.
Big bird? On the first day of school, a golden eagle had flown in and snatched Pan Ze’s wig. And Yan He seemed to be unaware of the academy’s secrets.
Bai Yuzhou’s expression shifted. He probably knew now what kind of bird of prey the high and mighty Young Master Yun was.
“Watch out!”
Sensing an approaching threat, Bai Yuzhou suddenly tackled Yan He, pushing him down onto the green grass. He looked down at Yan He’s bewildered, handsome face, and the strange feeling in his heart intensified. From this angle, Yan He had a softer, more delicate look, like an ignorant prey helpless at the feet of a predator.
“What are you doing?!” Yan He immediately pushed Bai Yuzhou away, a sense of relief washing over him.
This was the protagonist uke. He was a straight man. No sparks would fly between them, at most a one-sided crush. But this was the F4’s future love interest; he wasn’t about to get involved in a drama where he was competing with the F4 for someone.
Yan He saw a crumpled paper ball where he had just been standing. Like last time, it was made from the academy newspaper. He realized he had misunderstood Bai Yuzhou’s actions.
Holding the paper ball, Yan He looked around for the culprit and his eyes soon locked onto a black, extended Lincoln parked quietly nearby.
The person in the car seemed to notice his gaze. The window rolled down, revealing the man’s sharp, chiseled profile.
He Ting said, “Yan He, come here.”
It was his second boss, the one paying him a hundred thousand a month.
Yan He turned to Bai Yuzhou. “If you’re okay, you can head back on your own.”
Plastering a sycophantic smile befitting a corporate drone on his face, Yan He jogged over to the Lincoln and stood respectfully by the window, bowing. “Young Master He… Oh, Young Master Yun is here too?”
Yun Xiao fought the urge to jump out and punch Bai Yuzhou in the face. It was that same specially-enrolled student who had tried to steal his seat in the auditorium! “Get in,” Yun Xiao urged Yan He. “Let’s go to the lounge for breakfast.”
It was always more comfortable not to ride with the bosses. “Young Master Yun, the lounge isn’t far from here. I can walk, so I don’t get your car dirty,” Yan He said respectfully.
He Ting glanced down at his tablet, not looking up as he reiterated, “Get in.”
The driver immediately got out and opened the front passenger door for Yan He.
Bai Yuzhou stood there, quietly watching Yan He’s back as he got into the car.
It was an insurmountable class divide. As a commoner of the empire, a specially-enrolled student at the bottom of the academy’s hierarchy, he could only watch him leave, powerless. A sense of inferiority grew wildly within him, threatening to drown him.
Bai Yuzhou took out the silver collar he had managed to snatch back from Pan Ze. He held it to his cheek, rubbing it affectionately. This was his only victory for the day.
Yan He had bought it for him. Bai Yuzhou had never received a gift in his life. This was the first.
It was just a shame that Pan Ze had forcibly injected him with the anti-transformation shot. It would probably be difficult for him to transform into an arctic wolf and wear this collar anytime soon.
Fortunately, the full moon would stimulate transformation, and it was due in the next day or two.
Yan He obediently followed He Ting and Yun Xiao into the F4’s common lounge. A wave of cold air washed over him, chilling him to the bone.
Bestia Academy was built in a mountain forest. Compared to the scorching heat in other parts of the empire, it was quite cool.
Yan He stole a glance at the central air conditioning control panel on the wall. Setting it to sixteen degrees Celsius in a mountain villa this early in the morning was a recipe for freezing to death.
But He Ting and Yun Xiao seemed perfectly comfortable, showing no signs of discomfort as they took their seats at opposite ends of the long, carved dining table.
Yan He looked at the lavish breakfast spread. Mutton soup, roasted rabbit—it was almost all rare meat. Who eats such greasy food first thing in the morning?
And he wasn’t sure if it was the chef’s specialty, but none of the dishes had their gamey taste masked by seasonings.
There was even a plate of three-parts-rare venison, still streaked with blood, in front of He Ting. Yan He could smell the faint scent of blood through his mask. He had no idea how He Ting could eat it. Maybe this was just the elegance of the nobility that a commoner like him couldn’t understand.
“Yan He, sit down and eat with us,” Yun Xiao invited.
Afraid he’d get instant diarrhea, Yan He immediately said, “Young Master Yun, I already ate at the cafeteria.”
Yan He didn’t know the proper etiquette for serving, so he just grabbed the serving chopsticks and relentlessly piled meat and vegetables onto Yun Xiao’s plate, desperately trying to quash any idea of him joining them.
A golden eagle’s appetite wasn’t as big as a Siberian tiger’s. After being force-fed by Yan He, Yun Xiao felt like he had gained a size.
A full stomach makes one sleepy. Combined with the difficult knowledge that had been crammed into his head during the early morning class, Yun Xiao left the table without waiting for He Ting to finish and went to doze off on the sofa in the lounge area.
Yan He rubbed his cold arms, secretly delighted that his task was done and he could finally escape this icebox. But the young man across from him, who was slowly and methodically eating his venison, spoke up. “You’ve fed him. When are you going to feed me?”
Yan He subconsciously asked, “Feed you? How?”
He Ting put down his knife and fork, his gaze lingering on Yan He’s mask for a moment. “My hand is sore from taking notes in class. Use your hands.”
Yan He cursed these spoiled rich kids in his head. They were like kindergarteners who needed to be fed.
He Ting: “One bite, one thousand yuan.”
He Ting knew that only the power of cash could motivate this little money-grubber.
Yan He’s expression changed in an instant. “At your service.”
He immediately rushed to He Ting’s side, picked up his knife and fork, and speared a piece of bloody venison, holding it to He Ting’s lips. As if afraid He Ting would change his mind, he said enthusiastically, “Young Master He, this is delicious. Hurry up and swallow!”
He Ting’s knowing gaze swept over Yan He’s neck. His fair skin was covered in goosebumps, either from excitement or the cold. He curved his lips and ate the bite, letting the bloody taste explode in his mouth.
Just as He Ting had suspected, the animalistic instincts that should have been heightened by the bloody food remained calm under Yan He’s feeding.
Yan He was indeed interesting, far beyond his range of understanding.
Yan He, completely oblivious, was entirely focused on earning extra cash, his mind overflowing with the desire to fatten He Ting up.
“Young Master He, delicious, swallow!”
“Delicious, swallow!”
“Swallow!”
“Swallow!”
“…”
Yan He counted how many bites He Ting took, his frantic feeding nearly choking him.
The calm expression on He Ting’s face finally broke. As another piece of gamey mutton was about to be shoved into his mouth, he jerked his head away. The piece of mutton grazed his cheek, tumbled through the air, hit the buckle of his belt, and fell to the floor.
Seeing He Ting’s reaction, Yan He knew he couldn’t eat anymore. He felt a twinge of regret—only six bites.
A cold draft from the air conditioner blew over, and Yan He sneezed through his mask. He quickly reached for a napkin. “Sorry, Young Master He, let me clean that for you.”
Yan He moved closer to He Ting’s side, the soft tissue wiping across that authoritative face. He Ting’s heavy breathing fell on the side of his own face.
Yan He’s gaze drifted down to his crimson lips.
So gamey.
He was suddenly reminded of bleeding gums.
The protagonist uke better not choose He Ting. He eats raw meat and drinks blood. Kissing him would be like making out with a slaughterhouse!
“Yan He, what are you thinking about?” He Ting asked.
Even though Yan He was wearing a mask, his expressions were easy to read. One look at his glassy grey eyes was enough to know his mind was wandering.
Although, looking into his eyes always brought other things to mind.
Yan He let out a couple of forced laughs. He bent down with the napkin to wipe He Ting’s belt buckle. Seeing the logo on the corner, he knew it was a designer brand. He wondered if he would have to pay for it.
If he did, the six thousand yuan he just earned would be gone, and he’d probably have to pay more on top of that.
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