Shi Lan slapped his waist. “I think you should be tied hand and foot, gagged, and chained to the bed. Get out of here.”
Miao Yang curled his lip and rolled off. “Brother Lan, why are you like this? You scold me when I take the initiative, and you want to hit me when I do not.”
Shi Lan pinched his cheek. “Think less.”
Miao Yang rubbed his abs and smiled foolishly. “I call this being cute.”
Shi Lan: “…”
Why is this little idiot so pathetic? I should just strangle him to death.
Miao Yang stretched out a leg and pressed it firmly over the quilt, followed by an arm, using all his strength. He looked as if he wanted to bind Shi Lan so tightly the man could not move. In the darkness, Shi Lan grew irritated by the boy’s antics. He was burning with heat, and the boy beside him was like a little furnace, making him want to jump into a cold shower. Shi Lan clicked his tongue and pulled him by the shoulder. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
Miao Yang immediately stopped talking. He even closed his eyes, desperate to fall asleep in two seconds flat, lest Shi Lan change his mind and torment him again. Shi Lan, whose feet were large, kicked away the leg that was pressing on him. Miao Yang grunted as he pulled it back, trying to turn over but failing. Forced to sleep while hugging a hard, muscular man, he repeatedly warned himself that this was just a brother. While thinking this, he inexplicably hummed a song: Brothers walk the journey of life together.
The veins on Shi Lan’s temple bulged. He abruptly opened his fierce, murderous eyes, sat up, flipped Miao Yang over, and gave him a sound thrashing.
“Ow! Ow, help!”
Miao Yang had been beaten. He drifted off to sleep with wet, stinging eyes. Sooner or later, he would make this man pay.
The next morning, Miao Yang was woken up by heat; there was scorching breath against his neck. He frowned, muttered something, and tried to crawl forward. He could not move, and upon opening his eyes, he realized a thick arm was wrapped around his waist, holding him tight.
“What are you moving for? Looking for a beating?” the man’s voice came from behind. It was husky and deep, laced with the irritability of waking up.
Miao Yang was incredibly annoyed, too. He kicked back with his foot, but his mouth remained cowardly, soft, and sweet. “I was not moving, I was not moving.”
He admired himself; even in this situation, he could still sleep so soundly. His heart was so big it was astonishing. Oh, astonishing to himself.
He felt a bit uncomfortable, and Miao Yang pulled a look of utter, loveless disgust. He did not know what the man ate to have such a powerful build. Shi Lan tightened his arm. “In a few days, your Young Master Shen is coming to stay here.”
Miao Yang froze. “Really?”
Shi Lan asked coldly, “What do you think?”
Being of mixed heritage, Shi Lan had a large frame and deep, sharp features; he looked cool and handsome. Holding Miao Yang in his arms in the morning light streaming through the window, he looked like a scene from a movie—the atmosphere was thick with ambiguity.
Unfortunately, Miao Yang could not stand this clinginess. He wanted to tie his belt into a dead knot. But Young Master Shen was coming—that was good news! Since he could not be Qin Siyan’s underling, could he manage to become Young Master Shen’s underling instead? He thought about it, but Miao Yang did not want to act rashly yet.
He said, “That is great! Since the Young Master is coming to the Qin estate, can Brother Lan take me to see him later?”
Miao Yang figured that Shen Xumo was so kind that he would surely not see him die or expose his identity. Shi Lan must want to see Shen Xumo, too; if he provided the man with a step up, would things not fall into place naturally? Hahaha!
Shi Lan released him. Seeing Miao Yang sit up with his clothes disheveled, revealing his clean shoulders, he felt conflicted. Even though he had been working out, Miao Yang was still pale—brightly, brilliantly pale. Miao Yang turned to face Shi Lan, whose eyes were becoming increasingly deep, and seeing the man’s expressionless face, he called out, “Brother Lan?”
Shi Lan stood up, his long legs bent. He leaned one hand against Miao Yang’s side, his gaze dark and obscure, falling on the youth’s collarbone. He asked in a deep, hollow tone, “Do you want to see him?”
Miao Yang sighed. “Otherwise, you will never get rid of your suspicions. Every time you threaten to kill me, I get really scared.”
His doe-like eyes blinked, shimmering with tears. He looked incredibly innocent, weak, and pure. Shi Lan flicked his earlobe. “Fine. I will definitely take you to see Young Master Shen when the time comes.”
He let out a short, sharp laugh, which made Miao Yang’s heart crawl. Shi Lan’s gaze slowly turned scorching. On the big bed, both were sitting up—one tall, one slender—the difference in their builds was stark. Shi Lan took Miao Yang’s hand. “Your hands are very beautiful.”
Miao Yang had a bad premonition.
Shi Lan continued, “I like them very much.”
Miao Yang: “…” Keep it to yourself, you pervert.
Miao Yang’s expression twisted. Shi Lan pressed his forehead against the boy’s and warned coldly, “Be careful, or I will tear you into eight pieces and feed you to the dogs.”
Miao Yang gritted his teeth, but he still nodded obediently. “Do not worry, I… I have experience.”
Shi Lan frowned. “Experience?”
Miao Yang quickly explained, “My brothers are sometimes disobedient, too. I just give them a beating, hahaha!”
Shi Lan’s expression improved slightly, and he traced his finger across Miao Yang’s face. The touch made Miao Yang’s heart tremble, tickling him so much he wanted to claw at something.