That evening, Mu Li naturally stayed over. Since there was only one bedroom with a bed in Xiao Yan’s place, the two of them had no choice but to share a room. Xiao Yan was completely unbothered, but Mu Li was nervous beyond measure. After hurrying through a quick shower, he dove straight under the covers, leaving only his head poking out to watch Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan simply found this adorable. Picking up his pajamas, he walked into the bathroom. In truth, he didn’t have any ulterior motives in mind; after all, he had just managed to win the person over, and if he were to pull anything at this stage, he truly would be acting like a beast. Besides, there would be plenty of time for that later.
While Xiao Yan had nothing on his mind, Mu Li’s active little head couldn’t help letting his imagination run wild. They were both men, they had just established a relationship, and they were sleeping in the same bedroom together. Sparks were bound to fly, and even using one’s toes to think made it obvious that something was bound to happen. As Mu Li thought about Xiao Yan’s perfect physique and that ridiculously handsome face that could invoke the wrath of both gods and men, he swallowed hard, his face burning bright red, caught in a mix of nervous tension and vague anticipation—right until Xiao Yan stepped out of the bathroom.
Xiao Yan’s pajamas hung loosely around him, revealing a large expanse of taut, solid chest as he walked while drying his hair with a towel. A stray droplet of water slid down his neck, traced a path across his chest, and vanished after leaving a faint trail behind. Mu Li stared with wide-open eyes like a total little pervert. Then, feeling that behaving this way lacked a bit of manners, he hastily used the corner of the quilt to cover his eyes while secretly leaving a small gap to peek through.
Mu Li’s tiny antics struck Xiao Yan as genuinely adorable and amusing. Remaining silent, he allowed Mu Li to watch him, intentionally bypassing the hairdryer and using only the towel to dry his hair. Little did he know that Mu Li was stealing covert glances from afar, mentally psyching himself up to be gentle later.
Yes, Mu Li had always firmly believed that he was the top. His self-awareness was somewhat flawed, and his perception of Xiao Yan harbored a colossal misunderstanding. Therefore, whatever unfolded next could only be described as entirely his own fault.
Xiao Yan finally finished drying his hair. Tossing the towel casually onto a small sofa, he lifted the blankets under Mu Li’s expectant gaze and slid into bed. Before he had even settled down, he reached out a long arm to pull Mu Li into his embrace, asking with a simulated tone of casual innocence, “Why aren’t you playing games?”
Mu Li’s eyes shone brightly, fixed unblinkingly on Xiao Yan with an inexpressibly burning intensity. Resting his head against Xiao Yan’s chest, he murmured in a muffled voice, “Don’t want to play.”
Anyone still thinking about video games at a time like this was hardly a man, Mu Li muttered internally, while his other hand mischievously and stealthily crept over to stroke Xiao Yan’s abdomen.
Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that the little fellow was certainly acting restless. Letting out a low chuckle, he said, “Then let’s go to sleep.”
“Huh?” Mu Li didn’t process it for a second. Sleep? What was the point of sleeping this early? Acting as though he hadn’t noticed the wandering fingers causing mischief against his stomach, Xiao Yan repeated, “It’s getting late, let’s go to sleep.”
“But I can’t fall asleep,” Mu Li mumbled in a muffled tone, simultaneously slipping his hand underneath Xiao Yan’s pajama top. As if unsatisfied with that, his fingers stroked across Xiao Yan’s abs, thinking with a hint of depression: Why are they so hard? As a top, even I don’t have abs this perfect. No way, it looks like I’ll need to step up my core workouts from now on.
Xiao Yan had no intention of devouring the person quite this quickly; he was afraid of frightening the precious treasure he had just coaxed over. However, that didn’t mean he lacked any desires whatsoever. It wouldn’t be normal for anyone to remain entirely unresponsive while being stroked like this by someone they cherished. Closing his eyes for a moment, he dropped his voice even lower: “I’ll give you one last chance. Are you going to sleep or not?”
Mu Li remained completely oblivious to the impending danger, his mind still wandering off into flights of fancy as his fingers gradually inched upward, wanting to test out Xiao Yan’s pectoral muscles. His movements were light and soft. Before he could figure out whether Xiao Yan’s chest muscles were hard or not, something else that definitely shouldn’t be hard grew rock-solid. Consequently, Mu Li only heard Xiao Yan tell him in a slightly husky voice: “Move your hand down.”
“What?” The moment Mu Li uttered that question, his hand had already moved downward by reflex. The instant he realized where he had placed his hand, his entire face flared bright red in an explosive rush of heat. He bolted upright instantly, his palm feeling as though it had been scorched by something burning, and kicked off the comforter that had been draped over the two of them. Because his movement was far too forceful, the blanket slowly slid down onto the floor.
That laid everything out in plain sight, glaringly obvious. Mu Li felt as though his palm was on fire. Alternating his gaze between Xiao Yan and that specific region, he averted his eyes and stammered, “You… you… I… it…”
“It was set on fire by you, so you have to take responsibility.” Saying this, Xiao Yan pulled Mu Li into his arms and pressed him down beneath his body. Mu Li’s delicate, fair face was flushed a vibrant pink and red. Lying flat on the bed with wide, innocent eyes swimming with watery moisture, he looked precisely like an unworldly little animal as he stammered even more frantically: “You… you’re a… bottom… how… how did you get so…”
A dangerous gleam intensified in Xiao Yan’s eyes. Thrusting his hips forward slightly so that the person beneath him could fully feel his surging desire, he chuckled softly, “Are you still planning to top me?”
Reacting a beat too late, Mu Li looked into Xiao Yan’s eyes and finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. Swallowing hard, he tried to shove Xiao Yan away: “Um, I think maybe we really should just go to sleep instead.”
“Too late. I originally wanted to take things slow, but since my baby couldn’t wait any longer, how could your husband fail to satisfy you?” Finishing his sentence, Xiao Yan gave Mu Li zero opportunity to escape, lowering his head to capture Mu Li’s lips. Mu Li’s eyes widened into perfect circles as he surrendered to Xiao Yan’s invasion, slowly looping his arms around Xiao Yan’s neck…
A room filled with romantic splendor lasted all the way until dawn… (Lights out, use your own imagination!)