Tong Sui felt somewhat uneasy under his gaze and retorted in embarrassment and annoyance, “You aren’t even drunk.”
Ye Lin Yuan responded, “At the social event, you weren’t drunk either, right?”
Tong Sui paused, taken aback.
Ye Lin Yuan stepped closer, “And besides, you’re doing well in your studies. Why do you want me to tutor you alone?”
“Tong Sui, explain.”
Tong Sui was momentarily flustered by his question and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.
“How did you find out?”
Ye Lin Yuan pulled out his exam paper from his jacket, unfolded it, and silently stared at him.
Tong Sui recalled that he had forgotten his disguise yesterday due to his distraction, and he hadn’t expected to be caught red-handed. For a moment, he didn’t know how to explain.
Ye Lin Yuan inched closer, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
Tong Sui fearfully took a step back.
His lower back pressed against the desk behind him, leaving him no room to retreat.
Tong Sui bit his lip and meekly admitted, “Fine, I confess I lied to you. If you’re angry, I… I won’t bother you for tutoring again…”
“Tong Sui.”
Ye Lin Yuan’s hand moved across, pressing firmly on the desk behind him with a dull thud.
His arms were strong and well-defined.
He nearly trapped Tong Sui in the small space between himself and the desk.
Ye Lin Yuan looked at him seriously, “Do you think just because you said it’s over, I have to listen to you?”
Even though this was Tong Sui’s room, his territory, under Ye Lin Yuan’s undeniable aura, he felt like prey caught in a trap.
Tong Sui complained, “Then what do you want?”
“Get this straight, you were the one who lured me in,”
Ye Lin Yuan lifted his hand to pinch Tong Sui’s delicate, jade-like earlobe and gently rubbed it, “You initiated this, and you have to take responsibility until I get bored.”
Tong Sui raised his teary eyes and innocently asked, “When will you get bored?”
“Never.”
As Ye Lin Yuan’s words fell, they were followed by a deep and passionate kiss, tinged with a hint of wine, gradually invading his mouth.
Tong Sui was frightened into wanting to escape, but he was firmly held down by Ye Lin Yuan, who pressed the back of his head.
In just three days, every cell in his body was eager to express longing.
Ye Lin Yuan’s kiss was deep and intense, as if a ravenous wolf was devouring its disobedient prey.
Downstairs, the party was lively with clinking glasses, each person wearing perfectly polite yet superficial smiles, flowing with superficiality.
Meanwhile, upstairs, dark currents surged, breeding countless unspeakable thoughts.
The night wind fluttered the curtains on the terrace, making a rustling sound.
Moonlight spilled through the gaps, silently falling indoors, glinting on Tong Sui’s slightly furrowed brow and the sweat beading on his nose.
As the kiss ended,
Tong Sui felt weak, leaning against the desk, wanting to slide to the ground, but Ye Lin Yuan effortlessly lifted him and placed him on the study table.
Tong Sui gasped, his lips having turned crimson from the kissing. After just a few days without such intimacy, he was utterly overwhelmed by Ye Lin Yuan’s advances.
The tips of his ears flushed pink.
Ye Lin Yuan hardly resembled a drunk person; the light in his eyes was filled with greed and calculation.
There was no way Tong Sui could contend with him.
After a moment, Ye Lin Yuan asked, “Have you rested enough?”
“Not… not really,” Tong Sui answered in a panic, “You can’t kiss me again; it’ll be noticed.”
“What are you scared of? Isn’t your brother quite fond of me?” Ye Lin Yuan leaned closer to his ear and said softly, “I’m taking good care of you.”
Tong Sui’s ears burned uncontrollably, “That’s not what I meant by care.”
Kissing, hugging, and more.
Ye Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t you like it?”
Tong Sui bit his lip, looking down and avoiding the answer, like a ripe but fragrant fruit.
Ye Lin Yuan kissed him again.
This time the kiss was less urgent, but lengthy like a flowing stream, leaving Tong Sui, deprived of oxygen, unaware of how he ended up lying on the bed.
Although the tailored pants were not overly fitted, they were still not loose.
Gazing at the ceiling, Tong Sui felt dazed; he couldn’t comprehend why he was reacting so strongly, just from kissing.
Instinctively, he wanted to grab the blanket beside him to hide his current awkwardness.
Ye Lin Yuan straightened up, pressing down on his hands.
His gaze roamed over Tong Sui’s body like that of an art connoisseur admiring a masterpiece.
The deep blue satin coverlet was intricately embroidered, wrapping around Tong Sui’s pure white figure like a dewy flower.
The bow tie that had been neatly fastened at his chest was now askew, and with a gentle tug, it came undone, held in Ye Lin Yuan’s bony hand.
Then, the semi-transparent bowtie was placed over his eyes.
His vision became blurred.
Tong Sui could only vaguely see the silhouette of the person in front of him, unable to make out any specific features.
Panicking, Tong Sui said, “I can’t see clearly, Ye Lin Yuan.”
Ye Lin Yuan crossed the bowtie behind his head, tied it gently, and bent down to softly kiss his eyelids through the thin veil.
“You don’t need to see clearly, just remember my voice and my actions.”
Deprived of sight, other sensations intensified, accompanied by uncomfortable panic.
He could not see Ye Lin Yuan’s face, only the vague figure swaying and the faint sounds whispering in his ear.
Tong Sui buried his head into the soft pillow, trying to block out the overwhelming presence of his gaze.
Just then, the door a short distance away was knocked on.
Tong Sui trembled with anxiety.
He attempted to remove the fabric from his eyes but felt his wrist gently held, as soft kisses fell upon his hand.
His heart raced uncontrollably, and the tension and fear of being discovered left him in a state of confusion.
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