Miao Yang immediately swallowed hard. He had previously claimed to be gay, but that was not the point; the point was that this brute wanted to have him.
He blinked, his eyes darting around cleverly. “Well, I have never liked women either!”
Shi Lan pinched his chin. “I hate it when people play the fool with me, Miao Yang. You ought to be dead.”
Miao Yang lifted his legs to hook them around Shi Lan’s waist, using the leverage to flip the man over and pin him down. Shi Lan allowed himself to be pressed.
Miao Yang lay on top of him, attempting to suppress the man and prevent any sneaky counterattacks. He smiled cheerily and said, “But you let me off, did you not? Shi Lan, I am just a nobody with no real combat skills. Who am I? Where do I come from? What can I do? Is all that not under your control, Brother Lan? Why do you not have even that much confidence in yourself? Brother.”
Shi Lan was not easily distracted. His large hands gripped Miao Yang’s waist. “I brought you back just to warm my bed, but you are becoming increasingly daring. First you wanted a job, now you want freedom. Yang Yang, do you think I am running a charity?”
If Miao Yang had acted like a pet begging for affection, Shi Lan might have been able to turn a blind eye, discarding him once the disgust set in. Instead, the boy was perpetually coy, making Shi Lan furious yet unable to bring himself to destroy him. What made it worse was Miao Yang’s cheeky attitude; Shi Lan just wanted to bully him even more.
But there was no rush.
Miao Yang pursed his lips. “Brother Lan, you are not losing anything. Look, do I have any power to fight back? I am just letting you knead me however you like.”
Shi Lan’s hand pressed against his spine, moving slowly upward and generating heat. He suddenly gripped Miao Yang’s slender neck and pressed him down. The two faces were almost touching. Shi Lan stared into the youth’s suddenly wide eyes, watching him instinctively try to push him away, and sneered internally. He used his other hand to grip Miao Yang’s waist and flipped him over, reversing their positions.
Shi Lan pressed down like a mountain, his overwhelming sense of oppression crushing Miao Yang. The sheer weight made Miao Yang let out a groan. He is so heavy.
The sound only served to incense him. Miao Yang bit his lip, his expression of forced endurance almost failing. Shi Lan really disliked this appearance of being humiliated. He was just a pet, yet he dared to play hard to get? But he also liked this sense of submissive humiliation; it triggered Shi Lan’s desire to conquer.
Miao Yang was cursing internally. Was his conviction more important, or his life? The answer was obvious. He grabbed Shi Lan’s hair and dug his heels into the man’s thighs, trying to kick him off. Miao Yang’s eyes darted around, and he muttered, “Fine, believe what you want then.”
Shi Lan looked up, stared at the flushed Miao Yang, then rolled over and lay down, saying in a low voice, “Come here.”
Wrapped in black trousers, his legs were long and straight. His bare upper body was beautifully, powerfully muscled. The room was dim, so the way the man lay there looked like a scene from a blockbuster movie.
Miao Yang cursed his father in his heart but still crawled over, lying in the man’s arms like a delicate wife, though his words ruined the atmosphere. “I feel like we are a couple of scumbags right now.”
Shi Lan: “…” He slapped him. “Shut up.”
Miao Yang: “…I need to take a dump.”
Shi Lan: “…Hold it in for me.”
Miao Yang: “Fine, but for your own good, it would be better to cool off tonight.”
Shi Lan took a deep breath and pinched him. “I have plenty of ways to make sure you cannot go.”
Miao Yang: “…”
He was bullied like a piece of dough for a while. Shi Lan was hot-tempered tonight; if he did not vent, he might actually have killed Miao Yang. He was still very intrigued by the boy.
Miao Yang went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He suddenly raised his fists: left hook, right hook, upper cut. Hehe, ha-ha, die, you dog of a man. After finishing his combination, he calmly went to take a shower. The whole time, he kept his head held high, marching valiantly, staring at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle so the tears would not fall.
Hot water poured down from above as Miao Yang scrubbed himself, his eyes flashing cleverly. Who knew what incredible scheme he was plotting now? He did not linger in the bathroom and walked out once he was clean. He was wearing one of Shi Lan’s bathrobes; it was oversized, though it only reached just below Miao Yang’s calves. A robe was meant to be worn loosely anyway, so the extra size did not matter. But looking at the messy bed, Miao Yang’s temples throbbed; he really did not want to lie down there.
Shi Lan stood by the window making a phone call. When he turned and saw the boy looking so begging-to-be-disciplined again, his brow furrowed. Miao Yang caught the man’s gloomy expression and curved his eyes. Shi Lan turned back to continue his conversation on the phone. Miao Yang silently spat behind his back.
168: […] Sometimes, the system felt speechless, especially when dealing with such a childish and reckless host.
Miao Yang took a pair of pajamas from the wardrobe and put them on. They were not his, but they were clean, so he wore them anyway. He crawled into the covers and told 168: “I feel like a concubine waiting for the Emperor in ancient times. Hahahaha, not funny at all.”
168: […] He is insane.
Miao Yang tossed and turned. “Can I go be Qin Siyan’s underling? That would mean wealth!”
168: 【That would be for the best, but you are not qualified. You might barely make it if you sell your body for glory, but you should wait until your hair grows out. Right now, you look a bit silly, and I doubt Qin Siyan would find you appealing.】
Miao Yang was speechless. “Can you keep your mind pure? I am a straight man!”
168 replied flatly: 【You are a straight man who has been insulted.】
Miao Yang was heartbroken: “Get lost, you useless system, I do not want to talk to you.”
168 did not know what it had said wrong, so it grumpily retreated into the black room. Its host was not gentle at all. Miao Yang did not know what the system was thinking, or he would have dug up its ancestors’ coffins.
Shi Lan hung up the phone and walked over, only to see Miao Yang kicking his feet in a fit of pique. He scoffed coldly and went to take a shower. After finishing, he came to bed, turned off the light, and pulled the boy into his arms.
Not long after, Miao Yang nearly exploded. Ahhhhhh. He was definitely not whimpering. But Shi Lan whispered in his ear: “That sounds so good, but I have not done anything yet, and you are already like this. I see that it is not that you do not like men, but that you are just begging to be disciplined.”
Miao Yang could not bear it any longer. He turned over, hugged the man tightly, lowered his head, and began to gnaw on the man’s neck. “Yeah, I am begging to be disciplined, and I think you are too.”
Damn it, he sucked, he sucked, he pecked, pecked, pecked. It was as if he was the one being taken advantage of.
“Hahaha, you big pervert, your little brother likes this side of you.”
Miao Yang acted like a flower-stealing bandit, mimicking Shi Lan’s technique and stroking him back.
Shi Lan: “…”
Damn, this little idiot.