Chapter 12: Are You Deliberately Seducing Me?
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Gu Xinglan’s gaze swept over the garment bag on the entryway cabinet.
That was the set of clothes he had his special assistant prepare.
Underwear, pajamas, shirt, trousers.
He had asked Uncle Wang to bring it in.
But clearly, that bag hadn’t even been opened.
Gu Xinglan pressed his lips together.
He leisurely poured himself a glass of red wine.
Took a few sips.
Examining the dark red liquid, he waited patiently.
He had anticipated Qin Wan would take a long shower, but he didn’t expect him to wash for fifty minutes with no sign of coming out.
“Qin Wan, washing this long… even an old duck would be stewed until the meat fell off the bone,” he mocked.
There was no response from inside the bathroom.
Gu Xinglan scoffed. “This bathroom is fully smart-controlled. You can adjust the shower from inside, but I can also adjust it with the remote control.”
“If you don’t come out, how about I turn the water temperature up to eighty degrees for you to try?”
The sound of water stopped abruptly.
Gu Xinglan laughed.
Little coward, timid but loves to cause trouble!
Gu Xinglan downed the wine in his glass, stood up, and took the bathrobe out of the garment bag on the cabinet.
He pulled out the soft belt of the bathrobe and clenched it in his palm.
He walked to the bathroom door.
“Throw away those dirty clothes of yours. Change into this.”
As he spoke, he knocked his finger against the bathroom door.
Qin Wan seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly opening the door a crack and extending half an arm.
His skin was very fair, and after being steamed by hot water for nearly an hour, it was now white and flushed pink.
His wrist was thin, the pale blue veins under the skin distinct.
It looked somewhat pitiable.
When Gu Xinglan handed the pajamas over, his finger swiped across the skin of his forearm.
Qin Wan immediately shrank his hand back, along with the pajamas, like a frightened little rabbit.
Another soft click came from the door.
Gu Xinglan clicked his tongue, continuing to tease him: “I can also open the bathroom door from the outside.”
After saying that, he pressed his ear to the door, listening carefully to the movement inside.
He heard a sigh of helplessness and grievance.
A while later, the bathroom door opened.
Qin Wan walked out.
Although Gu Xinglan had imagined that Qin Wan would look good in a pure white silk bathrobe, the moment he saw him come out, his breathing still hitched uncontrollably.
The pure white, mid-length silk bathrobe outlined a figure carved from pink jade.
A handsome little face flushed white and red, clear black eyes, cherry-pink lips.
The calves exposed by the hem of the robe were porcelain-white, slender, and straight.
On his exquisite, bony ankle, the glittering gold chain nakedly reminded him of his status as a prisoner.
Because there was no belt, Qin Wan used his hands to tightly clutch the sides of the robe, trying his best to wrap himself strictly.
Gu Xinglan watched, his eyes narrowing slightly.
His throat felt dry.
His tone carried a wicked fire: “Qin Wan, how did you manage to wear perfectly good clothes like this?”
He reached out, gently tugging at his collar.
The next second, he wrapped an arm around his soft waist and pulled the person into his arms.
He lowered his head close to his ear, his voice very light, but carrying a fierce intent.
“Not tying the belt, what use is holding it with your hands? This look of refusing yet welcoming—are you deliberately seducing me?”
Qin Wan trembled at his sudden, aggressive move.
His small hands clutched the robe even tighter.
“I didn’t! There was… there was no belt to begin with…”
Gu Xinglan hooked his lips into a smile.
He raised his hand. “Forgot. The belt is with me.”
Knowing he was being deliberately teased again, Qin Wan’s brows furrowed.
He reached out to snatch the belt.
But Gu Xinglan grabbed his wrist.
“No need to tie it. I have other uses for this little prop.” A wicked grin slanted across Gu Xinglan’s lips.
As he spoke, he twisted Qin Wan’s arm behind his back and effortlessly grabbed his other wrist.
With swift movements, he used that soft silk belt to tie both of his hands behind his back.
“What… what are you doing now?” Before Qin Wan could figure out what was happening, he was restrained again.
His heart instantly beat into a chaotic mess, his voice trembling.
“Gu Xinglan, why do you always have to do this?” His small face collapsed, wanting to cry but having no tears.
Gu Xinglan looked indifferent, answering with one word: “Like.”
He grasped Qin Wan’s wrists and applied a little force, pulling his arms upward.
It contained a hint of punishment.
Forcing his upper body to straighten even more.
“Qin Wan, calling me by my full name shows a lack of rules and politeness.”
He lowered his head, sniffing lightly at his temple.
The familiar scent of his own body wash wafted from his neck, smelling exceptionally good.
“From today on, when outsiders are present, call me Sir.”
“When there are no outsiders, call me Brother. Remember?”
Qin Wan’s hands were imprisoned by him, and what was worse, without hands to hold it, the bathrobe lost its anchor point and instantly fell open.
The contents inside were revealed at a glance.
Qin Wan’s palm-sized face instantly flushed red with shame.
Gu Xinglan stared at his nearly naked body.
His handsome brow furrowed.
“Where did the underwear come from?”
He had clearly given him only a bathrobe, not underwear.
Looking at the childish and cheap cotton underwear printed with a little bunny pattern, he realized Qin Wan had put his previous underwear back on.
Gu Xinglan’s mouth twitched. “Qin Wan, are you disgusting? You wear dirty clothes too? Take it off!”
As he spoke, he went to tear at his underwear.
Qin Wan got angry and struggled desperately, twisting his body, arching and kicking.
“Don’t touch me! Let go! Don’t tear it!”
Qin Wan shouted, his voice filled with fear: “It’s not dirty clothes! I just… just washed it…”
Gu Xinglan suddenly stopped his movement.
Because his fingers had already grasped Qin Wan’s underwear, and just as he said, it was indeed soaking wet.
Gu Xinglan looked at him with disbelief in his eyes. “Qin Wan, are you sick in the head? It’s wet, and you still wear it?”
Qin Wan huffed and puffed, gasping for air. “Why can’t I?”
Gu Xinglan’s beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed.
He discovered that at this moment, a layer of mist had formed in Qin Wan’s eyes again.
Gu Xinglan’s lip line tightened slightly.
“Qin Wan, you still haven’t figured out the situation.”
His voice turned cold and gloomy.
“You have already fallen into my hands; you can’t escape. Put away your little schemes; any struggle or resistance is useless.”
“You think wearing this makes you safe? Isn’t it just that I can take it off whenever I want?”
Qin Wan’s chest rose and fell violently, his lips pressed tight.
Otherwise, what could he do?
He was firmly grasped in his palm, disposed of at will; he just wanted to try hard to protect himself a little bit.
Even though he knew clearly it was all futile.
Qin Wan made no sound, his eye rims reddening again.
An inexplicable wave of irritability surged in Gu Xinglan’s heart.
“Qin Wan, why do you love crying so much?”
Qin Wan’s long eyelashes drooped.
His voice was sorrowful: “I didn’t use to love crying…”
Before fourteen, he lived in the deep waters and scorching fire of the Sheng family, a living hell.
To make him cry, his malice-filled eldest brother had once thrown him into the courtyard in just a single layer of clothes during the coldest days of winter.
He had also locked him in a dog cage and starved him for three days and three nights.
He had even deliberately spilled boiling hot tea on his legs.
But he just refused to shed a tear in front of him.
He would rather grit his teeth and tremble, clenching his small fists until his nails pierced his palms and bled, than let that bastard see his vulnerability.
So his tears were definitely not that cheap.
But in the two days since knowing Gu Xinglan, he had indeed been forced to shed many tears by him.
Seeing his small face crumpled and pitiful, Gu Xinglan’s heart softened.
One arm around his waist, the other scooping up the back of his knees, he picked the person up horizontally.
Qin Wan’s hands were tied behind his back; he wanted to struggle but couldn’t move at all, so he could only let him carry him to the large bed in the inner room.
Gu Xinglan placed him on the bed.
Looking down at him, his voice cold and indifferent: “Lie still, don’t move.”
(Author’s Note: Goodnight babies~)
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