Of course, before this, Evan had given the staff at the villa a day off, leaving only a few chefs to prepare meals, ensuring that Yanchuan wouldn’t feel uncomfortable staying with others.
He had considered everything thoroughly, as him not wanting to be disturbed was also a factor.
“Let’s go,” Evan said, half-embracing Yanchuan as they entered the gate. He input Yanchuan’s fingerprint and image into the smart lock. “Shall we go inside?”
Yanchuan nodded slightly.
The villa’s decor was very simple, following a minimalist trend, with the tables and chairs giving off a cold, hard feeling, which matched Yanchuan’s impression of Evan.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were large, offering an expansive view; standing by the window, one could see the scenery halfway up the mountain. The garden was planted with seasonal flowers, a patch of red and pink, their buds swaying gently in the wind.
Yanchuan paused in the living room and asked, “Are there no other people here?”
In such a large villa, there must be maintenance staff — it couldn’t be just him and Evan, right?
Evan stood behind him, taking the bag from Yanchuan’s hand to carry it himself.
“I’ve given them a day off,” he said casually. “I thought you wouldn’t like too many people around, so I only kept the chefs. You can tell them what you’d like to eat.”
Yanchuan found his hands empty, looked at Evan’s smiling handsome face, and nodded slightly.
“Which room will I sleep in?” he asked.
There was no way Evan would arrange for him to stay in the same room… right?
Evan led him upstairs and opened a bedroom door. “Here.”
Yanchuan glanced inside; the decor in this room looked brand new, distinctly different from the villa’s minimalist style. The wallpaper had a light floral pattern, and standing by the window offered a view of the distant mountains.
Evan introduced, “I’ll be sleeping in the room on the right; if you need anything, you can come find me.”
Yanchuan simply said, “Oh.”
Well, while it’s not the same room, the distance isn’t too different.
[I’ve already seen through his thoughts]
[This won’t turn into a late-night invasion, right?]
[This scenario doesn’t seem dangerous on the surface, but I feel like every man near my wife is simply awful…]
[With such a wonderful wife, what’s the harm if many people admire her?]
Soon, the chefs had prepared the food; it was a light meal with excellent flavor.
During the meal, Evan had already figured out Yanchuan’s tastes and made sure the chefs prepared what he liked.
After resting on the sofa in the living room for a while and sipping some sweet soup prepared by the chefs, Yanchuan took the initiative to ask, “Shall we start now?”
He turned his head to ask Evan.
Evan, still beside him but maintaining a slight distance, probably to avoid making him uncomfortable, nearly choked on his drink when he heard that.
Yanchuan added, “What do you want to see me wear?”
His expression remained calm, his pale cheeks smooth, his lips soft and bright red. The only thing indicating excitement was the slight upward lift at the corners of his eyes, as he stared unblinkingly at Evan.
Such obedience, taking the initiative to ask what he wants to see her wear.
Something soft seemed to brush through Evan’s heart, and he finally managed to speak.
The beautiful, snow-white face enlarged before him, and Evan was practically at a loss for words.
“That one…” Evan struggled to say. “The maid outfit, is that okay?”
Yanchuan nodded in agreement. “Then I’ll go take a shower first.”
The author wants to say:
Alright, blessings abound.
Extra updates are on the way (tears)
Chapter 40: Cross-dressing Streamer 7
Yanchuan went to take a shower.
He asked Evan for a bath towel and brought his change of clothes inside.
“I got a bit sweaty tidying up this morning,” Yanchuan told Evan, “So I need to take a shower first.”
He also asked Evan if he could use his bath products, as he hadn’t brought any with him due to the rush.
Yanchuan asked casually, unaware that just his proximity made Evan’s breathing slightly uneven.
The sofa had plenty of space, but Evan sat closer to him, and now when Yanchuan turned, he could see the close-up of that clean, beautiful little face.
The flawless, snow-white skin glowed with a healthy pink, soft and alluring. His deep black hair was silky, with delicate brows and dense lashes that almost brushed against Evan’s face.
As Yanchuan’s lips parted, Evan could see the moist red of his lips and even catch a faint scent wafting through the air.
The faint scent emanating from Yanchuan was incredibly comforting, rich yet subtle, requiring one to get close to truly appreciate.
Body odor?
This thought lingered briefly in Evan’s mind, nearly making him forget to respond.
Normally somewhat indifferent and speaking little, Yanchuan had actively approached him, asking if he could shower at his place.
After being a calm and collected man for over twenty years, Evan couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.
He envisioned something quite inappropriate.
For instance, in his bathroom, with steam clouding the air, the translucent glass door shrouded in mist, where a beautiful snow-white figure could be vaguely seen.
Water droplets would slide down Yanchuan’s graceful features, traversing the fine curves of his body, slowly dripping to the floor.
That beautiful little face would flush with heat, rosy cheeks casting a cold glance in his direction.
“Sure, of course,” Evan said, his words slightly stammering. “I’ll get you a bath towel.”
He entertained a bit of selfishness, choosing a used towel of his own over a new one, seemingly by chance. “Here, use this one.”
Yanchuan took the towel from Evan without reservation.
Then he closed the bathroom door.
Evan sat stiffly on the small sofa.
There were actually many rooms in the villa equipped with bathrooms, but he hadn’t arranged for Yanchuan to have one; instead, he picked the one closest to his own.
It was only separated by a wall.
When Yanchuan requested to shower, Evan indeed led him into his own room.
The bathroom was just a little inside, but Evan could distinctly hear the sound of the shower turning on from the sofa.