The man’s breath instantly turned scalding hot. Gazing at the person inside his embrace cheeks flushed white-bleeding-into-pink, eyelashes completely wet he couldn’t resist wanting to kiss his alluring lips.
Yet the exact split second before their lips met, Shen Yanzhou tilted his head away.
The man’s kiss landed entirely on thin air, tracing past his profile to bury itself into the soft pillow.
“Thirty Million, I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Drive straight in.”
The man’s gaze looked a bit hurt, responding with total compliance: “Alright, I’ll listen to Master.”
He compliantly tilted his head, his scalding lips settling onto his sensitive earlobe. He kissed with immense patience, leaving Shen Yanzhou feeling both tingly and numb, occasionally utilizing his teeth to gently grind against the skin. Shen Yanzhou wanted to dodge, yet his wrist was captured in a tight grip by that large hand.
The man guided his fragile hand up, caressing his own sharply contoured profile. “Master, touch me too, alright?”
“No. Hurry up and hold me.”
“Right away.”
The man’s kisses grew increasingly scorching. At times light, at times heavy, he maliciously extended his rough tongue to lick along the outer boundary. Completely different from what he had visualized, the man was utilizing immense technique to execute scrapes and scratches, occasionally enacting a thick, powerful envelope and suction, his tongue tip driving straight in without a single hint of warning.
Shen Yanzhou couldn’t restrain the sounds escaping him, his waist arching up as his fingers clamped viciously deep into the man’s hair strands.
An outer-boundary testing was far more capable of leaving one unable to pull away than actual lovemaking. But it wasn’t enough far from enough. This kind of surface-level soothing failed to ease the dry heat within his frame, instead burning away his entire logic.
Shen Yanzhou was in such misery he felt ready to rip the man’s scalp off, using his knee to ruthlessly push against the man’s shoulder.
“I said it already, hurry up and give it to me.”
The man suddenly laughed. He held the person inside his embrace, his lips pressing against his sweat-drenched temples, his voice low, magnetic, and bewitching: “So, is it right here?”
He maliciously massaged the area, his tone innocent and pure-hearted, exactly as if he were a good student humbly seeking guidance:
“Master, is it right here? Or did I find the wrong spot?”
“You…”
Shen Yanzhou’s face turned completely red from holding back. He wanted to make this dog shut its mouth, but the words escaping his lips were entirely pitch-altered pants. Clearly, he was the one who had taught this dog why was he far more capable than himself? Where exactly did he learn this from?
He absolutely could not cry out before this purchased dog.
He dead-clamped his lower lip, his teeth sinking into the plump, red lip flesh, utilizing such force he nearly bit through the thin skin to draw blood. He tilted his face away, the corners of his eyes already weeping under the torture of the sensory tide, yet his expression remained high-and-mighty.
So beautiful.
An image this beautiful—how could he allow anyone else to glimpse it?
The man stared at his lip that was on the verge of being bitten through, the darkness deep within his eyes too rich to dissolve.
“Open up.”
He extended a rough thumb, forcefully driving it between Shen Yanzhou’s teeth to rescue the brutally savaged lip flesh, his finger print caressing across it with total sensuality.
“Master, don’t bite your lip it will break.”
The man shifted his torso sideways, delivering his broad, tight shoulder directly to Shen Yanzhou’s mouth.
“Bite me.”
“If Master finds it unendurable, finds it painful… then bite my shoulder,” he coaxed.
Shen Yanzhou had long been tortured into a hazy consciousness by him. Opening his mouth, he relied entirely on instinct to bite viciously into the man’s solid shoulder, continuing until blood lines were drawn across the muscle. Yet the dark fire burning within the eyes the man used to look at him only grew manically hotter, his arms wrapping around him even tighter.
“Master, consider it a dream.”
“Inside a dream, you don’t need to care about anything solely release your desires.”
“Then, it’s enough to completely hand yourself over to me.”
The torrential rain across Victoria Harbour fell endlessly, and inside the master bedroom of 7 Shallow Water Bay, the dim wall lamp also flickered for the entire night.
How could a beast tasting sweetness for the first time be willing to call it quits easily? Shen Yanzhou was completely crushed inside the man’s scalding embrace, before being pieced back together over and over again, continuing until even the strength to cry and call out was completely drained dry, before plunging into a deep sleep surrounded by the rich cedar aroma…
The man, his upper torso bare, leaned against the headboard, greedily tracking the sleeping person beside him.
Shen Yanzhou was truly drained to an extreme. His silver hair was tangled messily across the deep gray pillows, exposing deep and shallow marks across his skin. The man extended a finger, drawing his silhouette in the empty air from his brow bone to his nose bridge, before finally stopping at his lips.
Last night, no matter how he coaxed, no matter how he seduced, Shen Yanzhou simply bit down dead, refusing to kiss him.
“Is it because I don’t look like the type you prefer? Is that why you loathe kissing me this much?”
“But I want so much to kiss you.”
Knowing that the deeply sleeping Shen Yanzhou couldn’t possibly answer his question, he still couldn’t resist talking to himself.
Reluctantly extracting his frame from the warm bedding, he picked up a bath towel from the floor to wrap casually around his waist, walking barefoot onto the balcony. From an exceptionally concealed spot, he fished out an old-style phone, expertly dialing Jiang Xu’s number.
“Boss.”
“Mm, it’s me.”
“Boss, this setup was played out absolutely beautifully! The situation over at the Kowloon Walled City was handled relatively smoothly; Fu Sihan can be considered to have taken a massive tumble.”
“Give me specifics.” The man tapped a cigarette from his case, lowering his head to take it in. He didn’t completely like smoking; it was merely to press down the craving for Shen Yanzhou’s sweet pheromones rising at the root of his tongue.
“Boss guessed correctly Fu Sihan is indeed in cahoots with Lianyishe.”
“Today, our plant embedded inside Lianyishe Ah Ran acted according to your instructions, stirring up a commotion inside the Walled City’s underground network.” Jiang Xu described it with vivid detail, looking exactly as if his person were on the scene:
“That rogue kid Ah Ran is also a total actor. He intentionally took that shipment of premium goods just smuggled in from the Golden Triangle high-concentration addictive suppressants and before the faces of several triad elders, claimed they were damp defects, dumping them directly into the storm drain! That was a shipment worth several million! Those old things exploded on the spot, drawing meat cleavers to chop Ah Ran down.”
Hearing this, the corners of the man’s mouth hitched upward slightly.
Though his focus rested on the distant Victoria Harbour sea surface, his focal length seemed to pierce through space-time, returning to that bed of pleasure moments ago. He recalled Shen Yanzhou’s out-of-control expression, recalling the two of them entangling together like conjoined twins.
“Continue,” the man’s voice sounded a bit raspy at the thought.
Jiang Xu didn’t detect the Boss’s drifting focus, continuing his report:
“Once Lianyishe fell into a mess, that idiot Lei Hu completely couldn’t stabilize the scene, having no alternative but to call Fu Sihan for rescue.”
“The moment he arrived at the Kowloon Walled City, the hidden hand we ambushed swung into motion.”
“Director Li of the West Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit received our anonymous tip, claiming people inside the Walled City were staging a massive armed brawl that also involved a large-scale illegal suppressant transaction. The split second Fu Sihan’s front foot stepped into that basement, dozens of police units surrounded the entire neighborhood on his back foot.”
“Tonight… tsk, tsk, tsk,” Jiang Xu lamented. “The sirens echoed for the entire night. Though Fu Sihan wasn’t handcuffed away on the spot, several of his transit warehouses hidden deep within the Walled City were dismantled completely! Along with that, his account books with Lianyishe were seized by the police unit.”
“Right now, the entire streets are whispering, claiming Eldest Master Fu botched the operation, losing the elders’ retirement funds the moment he stepped back into the country. I reckon the moment the Fu Group stock opens tomorrow, it’s going to nosedive.”
“This time, the Old Man is probably going to explode from rage when that happens, he’ll start missing the Boss’s benefits.”
“Those twins—sent out of the country?” the man asked.
“According to the Boss’s instructions, they were safely sent out long ago. Not only can Fu Sihan not track them down, but Master Shen will also absolutely never find them, absolutely never imagining this was the Boss’s handiwork.”
Hearing this news that was sufficient to trigger an earthquake across the Hong Kong business world, zero rippling motion appeared across the man’s face. His thoughts were completely absent from those fluctuating stock prices. He tilted his head a fraction, feeling the wind blow past his bare shoulder. At that spot, two rows of deep purple teeth marks were throbbing with a burning sting, reminding him how real tonight’s frantic lovemaking was.
“How long did Fu Sihan stay inside the police station?” the man suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.
“Huh?” Jiang Xu froze for a split second, flipping through the intel in his hand. “Roughly… four hours? He was bailed out by his lawyer at two in the morning.”
Four hours.
Exactly the duration from when he held Shen Yanzhou onto the bed, until Shen Yanzhou finally wept for mercy and fell into a deep sleep. During these four hours, Fu Sihan was inside a dim, damp interrogation room, facing a blinding desk lamp and an officer’s questioning thoroughly overwhelmed and miserable.
While he, Fu Sizhou, was inside a warm, luxurious bedroom, holding Fu Sihan’s nominal fiancée, making love manically.
The man couldn’t resist letting out a soft laugh. He recalled when Shen Yanzhou was pushed past his limits by him, his eyes pooling with physiological tears. He knew Shen Yanzhou didn’t like him, but when they performed that kind of act, his eyes held only him. His body was both hot and soft, clamping onto him deathly without letting go.
And that mind-frazzling tightness…
The man’s fingers holding the cigarette trembled a fraction. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, looking as if he could still smell the residual cedar and white rose scents inside the air.
“Boss? What are you smiling at?”
“Fu Sihan hitting bad luck leaves you this happy?”
“Unrelated to him.” The man opened his eyes, those pitch-black eyes holding only pleasure:
“I am smiling because… these four hours were truly worth it.”
“Right, there’s an alternative matter,” Jiang Xu’s tone turned serious. “Though this move severed Fu Sihan’s source of goods inside the Walled City, he still grips that line in Southeast Asia. That old fox Master Lai is currently swaying indecisively. Though he fears complications, he is even greedier for wealth.”
“To recoup his losses, Fu Sihan will definitely force the Shen family to open that inspection-exempt shipping route. If Master Shen refuses… I fear he will clear the hurdle desperately, making a move against Master Shen.”
“He dares.”
“The shipping route matter you don’t need to manage it.”
“If Fu Sihan loses the Old Man’s backing, he will desperately need to recoup blood. To ship that batch of specific contraband, he must traverse the Shen family’s vessels.”
“He can’t move Mr. Shen here, so leak some intel to Fu Sihan’s subordinates, directing them to approach Mr. Shen’s useless brother, Shen Xiuming.”
“As for Shen Xiuming find a way to leak some intel to him too, directing him to lease the route to Fu Sihan. Arrange for people to supply Shen Xiuming with double the price, but absolutely mandate that Fu Sihan’s cargo undergoes handover on the high seas.”
“The high seas?” Jiang Xu cried out. “Boss, you want to perform a…”
“Dog-eat-dog hijack on the high seas,” the man flatly spat out the terms. “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
“Wait, Boss—”
The man couldn’t wait any longer, because he recalled Shen Yanzhou’s sleep-talking voice inside his embrace again. That voice was soft and downy, like a cat’s paw lightly scratching against his heart strings. The fire that had just been pressed down surged right back up.
He felt this phone call packed with blood and calculation was somewhat tedious; compared to sitting here discussing with Jiang Xu how to dismantle Fu Sihan, he currently desired far more to return to that bed. Returning into that warm bedding, holding that person who was completely covered in his teeth marks and scent.
Or… taking advantage of him not waking yet to stealthily perform some other acts.
“Alright, handle the remaining matters yourself.” The man cut off Jiang Xu’s endless chatter with total impatience. “Don’t call if there’s nothing wrong it affects my performance of official business.”
“Official business? Boss, you’re going to personally audit Lai San’s docks?”
“No.”
“I’m going to…” Before finishing his words, the man hung up the phone. The phrase he left unspoken was: accompany him in bed.
He powered down the phone, tossing it back to its original spot, and efficiently fished a bottle of odor-eliminating spray from his pocket to mask the unpleasant tobacco scent. Completing all of this, he lightened his footsteps, stepping back into the bedroom.
Shen Yanzhou was likely hot, kicking away the duvet to expose his long neck and beautiful collarbones, which were densely covered entirely in hickeys.
“Ugh…” The sleeping Shen Yanzhou seemed to sense the heat source beside him, instinctively rubbing against it like a small animal searching for warmth, tunneling into his embrace in a blur.
An endless wave of tenderness and madness surged deep within the man’s eyes. Lifting a corner of the duvet, he held him and performed it again and again.
Shen Yanzhou woke up exactly when the Number 8 Typhoon Signal was tearing across the area.
His entire body throbbed with a sore ache. Working with immense difficulty to pry open his heavy eyelids, what caught his view was a deep gray pillow.
Slumped? He was actually sleeping slumped face-down?
Since childhood, he knew sleeping slumped face-down easily compressed the heart, and the posture was intensely ungraceful; even while sleeping, his posture was a properly disciplined flat lay.
Unless… Unless specific reasons left him completely unable to flat lay.
He recalled his fiancée returning to the country yesterday, then they went to the teahouse; because of being influenced by that madman, he was forced into a假性 heat cycle, before actively dragging his dog onto the bed, even letting him come up himself.
The result was that this dog not only took him completely to pieces, but also played with immense variety. As for why he was sleeping slumped face-down it was completely because this dog actually dared… actually dared to from behind…!
Where was the person? Where did that dog go?
Rage scorched right through his sense of shame.
“Thirty Million!”
“Get your ass over here!” He worked hard to squeeze a furious low roar from his dry, raspy throat.
Not long after the sound fell, the bedroom door was pushed open gently.
The man was wearing a deep gray apron around his frame, featuring a small bear graphic right at the center, holding a spatula in his hand. His domestic, virtuous image was a complete contrast to the fierce beast wanting to devour a person on the bed last night.
“Master?” The man walked over rapidly, his pitch-black puppy eyes packed to the brim with concern and innocence, completely unaware of what had occurred. “You’re awake? Why such a massive fire? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
He walked to the bedside, intending to extend a hand to support Shen Yanzhou, yet was viciously flung off by Shen Yanzhou.
“Kneel down!” Supporting himself with his arms, Shen Yanzhou rose to sit with immense difficulty, commanding.
Though the man didn’t know why he unleashed such a massive fire, hearing the instruction, he still obediently set the spatula aside and knelt properly. His two hands were placed properly on his knees, yet his gaze was constantly stealing glances toward Shen Yanzhou.
Shen Yanzhou leaned against the headboard, coldly auditing the man kneeling before him. Recalling how the man hadn’t gone charging blindly like a pile driver yesterday, instead executing nine shallow thrusts and one deep, varying his weight, and pinpointing the locations with absolute precision he knew this dog was faking it.
“You better offer an honest account.”
“Did you stealthily play with my feet before while I was asleep?” That feeling of being enveloped and toyed with by a scalding palm inside his dream was too real so real the center of his foot still felt hot right now.
The man kneeling on the floor lifted his head, his puppy eyes stealing a rapid glance at Shen Yanzhou before rapidly lowering his head again, his fingers awkwardly clutching the apron edge, his voice muffled:
“Didn’t… didn’t play.”
“Then what was going on?!”
“It was that night…” The man pressed his lips together, appearing somewhat hard to voice. “When Master stepped onto my shoulder, I felt Master’s feet were very cold.”
“I simply thought… using my hands to warm them for Master. Truly just warming them didn’t dare harbor alternative thoughts.”
“Heh, warming them?” Shen Yanzhou laughed from extreme rage, his fingertip pointing toward his own chest covered entirely in red marks. “Then what about my chest? That day you had me drink ginger milk curd, and the result was that upon rising, I discovered I had been nipped by a toxic mosquito.”
“This was also to warm me up?”
The man’s adam’s apple rolled, his focus uncontrollably falling onto his snow-white chest, those frantic images from last night flashing through his brain, along with that rainy night when the red wine spilled across his pale skin.
“That night, I saw Master had fallen asleep, and the red wine spilled on top… feared it would soil the clothes and be un-washable, so…”
“So what?”
“So… helped Master lick it clean,” the man said, his ears turning red, looking exactly as if the perverted creep taking advantage of a person wasn’t him at all.
“You!” Shen Yanzhou was stunned by his shameless reasoning. Lick it clean?
“Furthermore…” Shen Yanzhou took a deep breath. “Your guts are truly massive—actually daring to play with my legs while I was sleeping.”
In that dream, the feeling of being rubbed back and forth by the man’s rough, large hands paired with everything this man did to him last night left him completely certain. Where was there any spring dream? It was entirely his dog taking advantage of his sleep to crawl into his bed.
“That, that was because…” the man stuttered. “I discovered that whenever it rains, Master’s legs seem to feel uncomfortable; sometimes you even furrow your brow while asleep.”
“I thought about easing it for you, so at night I specifically helped rub them for you.”
“Simply rubbing them?” Shen Yanzhou clearly didn’t believe it.
The man nodded, his face a picture of righteousness. “Simply rubbing them.” Immediately following, as if recalling something, his voice turned exceptionally minute, practically inaudible if one didn’t listen meticulously: “Then… couldn’t completely hold back, so tilted against them to grind a couple of times.”
“Grind a couple of times?!”
“Then couldn’t hold back, came out…”
Compared to his body being bitten by this dog last night until practically zero good flesh remained, it turned out that during these days when he was sleeping at home, this dog had not only licked him and played with his feet, but had also ground against his legs?!
“Why perform these actions?” Shen Yanzhou was left with minimal strength from his torment, unable to even voice words loudly.
“Because being too far from you, my heart can’t bear it.”
“Being too close to you, my body can’t bear it,” he responded sincerely, his gaze direct.
Shen Yanzhou saw him, recalling this man constantly whispering sweet words next to his ear last night, thinking to himself that this fellow had likely read nothing but love stories on Apliu Street, learning nothing but tacky pickup lines from those student kids.
“Kneel closer.”
The man obediently knelt closer, looking completely like a character who wouldn’t strike back upon being hit or talk back upon being scolded.
Shen Yanzhou hoisted a long leg from the duvet, intending to kick him once. However, the exact split second his thigh lifted and the muscles exerted force—
Gurgle, gurgle…
Something slowly flowed out.
Shen Yanzhou’s foot that wanted to kick the man froze awkwardly midair. Kicking wasn’t right, and retracting wasn’t right either. His complexion shifted from rage to a deep crimson blush, staring deathly at the culprit before his eyes.
The man kneeling on the floor slowly lifted his head, his gaze remaining innocent, only his focus was no longer looking at his beautiful face, but settling onto his flat lower abdomen.
“Thirty Million, what exactly is going on with this.”
“Master, can I rise to fetch my notebook?” the man pleaded.
“Fetch a notebook for what? Keep kneeling for me.”
“Alright, the content Master taught has all been memorized not fetching it is fine too.” The man continued kneeling. “Because Master wanted to conceive, that’s why you purchased me.” His tone began to display a dilemma, using his hands to gesture. “But simultaneously you don’t allow me to form a knot.”
“Therefore, I thought of a method.”
“This method?!” Shen Yanzhou furrowed his brow.
The man nodded, saying helplessly: “Can only supply as much quantity as possible, to see if they can swim across on their own.”
“You…” Shen Yanzhou wanted to counter, yet discovered this dog’s logic had executed a flawless loop. Because he didn’t want to be marked by him, he could only rely on this… this primitive method to increase the conception probability.
“Master…” The man kneeling on the floor saw him offer no words, thinking he was uncomfortable, crawling forward half a pace on his knees again as his voice dropped low:
“Or… should we call Dr. Su over?”
“Call him over to do what?!” Shen Yanzhou asked coldly.
“Let him check whether I caused an injury to you.” This sentence he voiced was genuine. Shen Yanzhou was as exquisite as a porcelain doll; he had actually been specifically restrained yesterday, enduring while controlling, terrified of causing him pain or shattering him. “Dr. Su is a professional letting him examine will also leave me at ease.”
“Shut your mouth for me.”
The man closed his mouth, thought for a bit, then opened it again.
“Then should we have the doctor check… if Master has conceived?”
“I said it already, shut up.”
“I need to go prepare the attire for tonight’s charity gala,” Shen Yanzhou tossed down the command coldly: “Before I return, you stay right here, kneeling properly for me. Dare to move once, and I’ll snap your dog legs.”
The man obediently complied.
Supporting himself against the bedside table, Shen Yanzhou casually snatched a bathrobe to wrap his miserable frame, only to discover he didn’t even possess the strength to take a bath, having no alternative but to awkwardly turn his focus toward the man kneeling obediently.
“First carry me to take a bath.”