Even after being shooed away, the eldest young master of the Si family showed not a shred of awkwardness on his face. Glancing at the youth, Si Qin asked, “Didn’t you say you were getting up? Why aren’t you up yet?” Yet, he showed zero intention of leaving the room.
Si Shao let out a couple of inner chuckles, curled his lip, and thought, whatever floats your boat.
“What kind of cars do you like?” the man asked, as if casually making conversation.
For a split second, Si Shao didn’t process the question. Stunned for a moment, he blurted out, “Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins, Maseratis… If the name sounds cool, if it’s expensive, and if it’s pretty, I like it.”
Clearly, Si Qin hadn’t expected such an answer from the youth. It was so refreshingly direct, and rather endearing, too. True to form, he really was just an innocent teenager whose preferences were simple and straightforward.
As Si Qin looked around the room, he mentally debated which new luxury sports cars on the market were expensive, gorgeous, and had catchy names fit for a young man to drive.
Si Shao certainly didn’t think the question meant the other man was planning to buy him a car. In his eyes, his relationship with Si Qin hadn’t reached the point where the older man would splurge on a luxury vehicle for him.
After all, Si Qin used to loathe him so much that even looking at him felt like a chore. Although he had been working hard to mend his relationship with Si Qin ever since his rebirth, feelings required time and accumulation to build. It had only been a little over a month, Si Shao strongly doubted how high Si Qin’s favorability toward him could really be.
Since Si Qin refused to leave, Si Shao had no choice; he got out of bed on his own and hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower.
The bathroom door in Si Shao’s room was made of frosted glass. The semi-transparent surface vaguely silhouetted the youth’s slender figure. Although Si Shao was already an adult, his physical development had always been on the slower side. Standing at 176 centimeters tall, his bones were slender and graceful, covered by a thin, smooth layer of flesh. His skin was fair and delicate, resilient and full of elasticity, glowing with a healthy radiance.
The billowing steam in the air cast a hazy, ethereal beauty over everything in sight. Following the sightline, Si Qin found himself looking over, realizing for the very first time that his younger brother possessed a body far more alluring and exquisite than a woman’s.
Si Shao came out of the bathroom with a large white towel, frantically rubbing his damp hair. Transparent water droplets slid down his fair skin, adding an ambiguous, seductive touch to the atmosphere.
Si Qin should have looked away, but he didn’t.
The youth was lean where he should be lean, yet filled out nicely where he needed curves, keeping him from looking sickly or gaunt. His slender, supple waist, rounded and perky hips, and tall, upright posture made him look fresh and tender, like a straight, vibrant young sapling.
Swaying proudly against the wind, it radiated raw youth and vitality.
At the base of Si Shao’s lower back was a faint, pink peach-blossom birthmark—subtle and breathtakingly pretty. The moment Si Qin’s gaze landed on it, his heart jolted as if struck by an electric current. He instantly snapped his eyes away, fixing his gaze straight out the window and not daring to look around anymore.
Si Shao remained completely oblivious to the man’s momentary loss of composure. After wiping away the remaining water droplets, he walked right up to the wardrobe stark naked, opened the doors, and pulled out a light, casual outfit to put on.
As a self-proclaimed straight man, how could the second young master ever know that, to many men, the fatal allure of a beautiful youth’s body is no less powerful than that of a gorgeous woman with a curvaceous figure?
Least of all did Si Shao imagine that the man he viewed as an unyielding, iron-clad straight male—the high-and-mighty flower on the snowy peak in the eyes of countless women, his own older brother Si Qin—would one day be bent by his hands.