Evan’s advances were timely halted, a breath away from crossing the line.
“Why…” Evan, having been rejected a few times, realized he was a bit too eager. He cleared his throat and shifted topics. “Why are you wearing this today?”
Yan Chuan blinked, his long, curled eyelashes forming a beautiful arc at the corners of his eyes.
“Because you left many marks on my legs,” he pressed his lips together. “I can’t let them show; people will see.”
His voice was soft but carried a hint of complaint that made Evan momentarily catch his breath.
“Is it serious?” Evan’s throat went dry, and he couldn’t help but swallow. “Let me see…”
Yan Chuan shot him a sideways glance.
Then he set down his utensils, rolled up the loose leg of his pants, revealing his slender calves.
His skin was soft and smooth, pure white without blemish, a sight that was hard to look away from.
Evan’s eyes were glued to those legs.
The owner of those legs had fingertips painted a pale pink, sliding up inch by inch with neatly trimmed nails pressing gently into his soft flesh, leaving a slight indentation.
The higher he went, the more flesh he revealed, resting softly against the chair, extending through the open seam of his pants.
Evan couldn’t take his eyes off the lush flesh of his thighs.
The delicate pink fingertips halted, pausing at the rolled-up edge of his pants. Yan Chuan regarded Evan seriously. “There’s more inside.”
Evan couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”
Yan Chuan replied in a flat tone, “Because I don’t want to show you.”
The room was silent.
Yan Chuan didn’t bother looking at Evan. His lips moved to let out evident words.
“You’ve gone too far,” he said. “You made it painful there, so I don’t want to show you.”
Evan stammered, “I…”
Yan Chuan continued poking at the dessert on his plate, “Besides, others will see and ask why I have so many marks on my legs.”
Finally, he lifted his gaze to face Evan, his lips pressed together in an unhappy line. “I can’t just say a little puppy did it, can I?”
Yan Chuan’s meaning was clear.
He was implying that Evan had crossed a line yesterday, acting like a needy puppy, and now he wouldn’t give him a pleasant expression.
A puppy.
For a new employee like Evan, who held a far superior position, Yan Chuan’s words were indeed unreasonable.
Just a new hire daring to speak so defiantly to the newly appointed executive of the group was quite bold.
With a sharp gaze directed at him, Yan Chuan’s eyes were clear and cold, his rose-colored lips pouting, evidently not pleased.
But Evan couldn’t muster any anger.
Yan Chuan was justified in being upset.
Evan, who had an arrogant disposition, was now sincerely apologizing for the first time, “I’m sorry…”
He was like a large dog that mistakenly scared a kitten and only realized the little cat was upset after getting a slap to the face.
“I didn’t mean to,” Evan hurriedly explained, almost fumbling, “I just couldn’t hold back…”
Couldn’t hold back?
Couldn’t hold back when he bullied someone so terribly?
Despite knowing Evan had a peculiar obsession with legs, Yan Chuan couldn’t help but glare at him in embarrassment and anger.
While the pain he spoke of was slightly exaggerated, Evan indeed left quite a few marks on his legs, and when he stood during the livestream at night, he was careful, fearing keen-eyed fans would notice.
Evan, feeling the glare, subconsciously licked his dry lips. “Please don’t be mad.”
Yan Chuan ignored him.
Evan moved around, resting his wrist on Yan Chuan’s shoulder, his tall figure leaning down.
“I’m sorry,” he said smoothly, words he had seldom spoken before, and added, “I won’t bite anymore; can I just lick?”
In the back of Evan’s mind, the suggestion felt like a faint flicker of hope.
But Evan’s towering physique overshadowed Yan Chuan, encroaching on him unreasonably, trapping him between himself and the back of the chair.
Apologies could signify weakness, yet it was impossible to expect a beast to abandon its hunt.
Yan Chuan blinked, “Really?”
“Really,” Evan confirmed. To verify his statement, he gathered a pile of luxurious bags.
He opened one, displaying soft garments labeled with expensive logos, holding them out for Yan Chuan to see. “This is what I bought for you.”
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelashes.
“It’s some dresses and socks,” Evan explained skillfully. “I won’t do that anymore; you just need to wear this.”
His slightly tanned, rough hands made the pile of fabric look dainty and delicate as it cascaded down, light and thin.
Seeing the assortment of intricate pieces, Yan Chuan shook his head. “But I have to work during the day and rest at night; I don’t have time to wear these.”
Evan, however, insisted, “The company has a two-day weekend. On my days off, I’ll drive to pick you up at my villa.”
He sweetly tempted him, “There’s a swimming pool, a lawn, a hot spring, and a chef who can make all your favorite snacks…”
“You won’t have to do anything; just relax and rest at the villa. I’ll take care of everything.”
Evan looked at Yan Chuan, “What do you think?”