Chi Chen’s gaze was so aggressive that Feng Mian’s breathing faltered. Forced to retreat step by step, his voice trembled, “What… what are you doing?”
Chi Chen’s expression seemed as if he hungered to devour him whole.
The bedroom was cramped; after taking two steps back, Feng Mian had nowhere left to hide.
Chi Chen cornered him between the wall and his own chest, trapping him in that narrow space. He said languidly, “This place is cold and damp. If you stay here too long, you’ll get sick. Come to my room; the bed is bigger, and it’s better than here.”
The two were so close that he could feel the warm breath Feng Mian exhaled against his face a sensation that felt itchy, reaching from his veins straight to the bottom of his heart.
Feng Mian’s porcelain-white, delicate face was magnified before him, surrounded by the faint scent of shower gel lingering from a bath. Chi Chen couldn’t help but reach out to pinch Feng Mian’s chin, rubbing his fingertips against the smooth skin.
He said thoughtfully, “How can a man be this delicate and good-looking…”
Feng Mian shivered with unease. Chi Chen’s gaze made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He reached out to push him away, but the moment he made a move, his hand was seized by Chi Chen.
Chi Chen effortlessly pinned his wrist with just one hand, the veins on his sturdy arm bulging, pressing him until he could not move.
Chi Chen examined him with a wicked look and said with malicious intent, “Are you really a man? How about I check for myself?”
As he spoke, he swiftly reached out to touch Feng Mian’s leg. The skin beneath his palm was soft and smooth, just as he had expected. A jolt like an electric current surged from his spine straight to his head. He took in every detail of Feng Mian’s panicked and shocked expression; that startled look seemed pitiful, yet it inexplicably stirred an urge to commit violence.
Feng Mian twisted his waist in an attempt to pull away from his hand. Realizing what Chi Chen was about to do, his heart leaped to his throat. Extreme anxiety made his scalp tingle.
He was bisexual; this was his secret. He could not let Chi Chen find out!
Chi Chen reached out to pull at his waistband. Feng Mian begged with a raspy voice, “No… Chi Chen, you can’t look…”
Knock, knock, knock.
The sudden, urgent knocking caused Chi Chen to freeze. He looked back and saw Chi Mingzhou standing at the doorway, eyeing them both.
The moment he saw Chi Mingzhou, Chi Chen’s body stiffened.
Chi Mingzhou curled his lips, glanced at Feng Mian, and said ambiguously, “Uncle didn’t come at a good time. It seems I’ve interrupted your good time…”
Chi Chen’s desire had not yet faded, and being interrupted mid-act made him feel incredibly frustrated, though he dared not show the slightest bit of it on his face. After pulling himself together, he stood in front of Feng Mian, using his body to block Feng Mian’s disheveled appearance.
His voice still slightly hoarse, he feigned nonchalance and laughed, “What are you saying, Uncle?”
Chi Mingzhou remained at the doorway with no intention of leaving. He said, “Your aunt said you were feeling unwell, and a servant told me you were here, so I thought I would come to check on you.”
“I just returned, and there are some things at the company I haven’t fully grasped yet. If you have nothing else to do, would you mind talking to me about them?”
Chi Chen’s expression stiffened. He turned his head back to look at the trembling Feng Mian behind him with unwillingness.
He had things to do right now very busy things but since Chi Mingzhou had spoken, he, as a junior, could not refuse.
He gritted his teeth and surrendered to the situation, saying, “I’m fine, Uncle. Let’s go to the study to talk.”
Chi Mingzhou nodded and waited for him at the door.
Chi Chen looked back and glared fiercely at Feng Mian, ordering in a low voice, “You are not allowed to lock the door tonight!”