Yesterday’s socks were not very elastic and felt a bit tight. After getting up in the morning, he noticed a distinct red ring at the root of his left leg, quite noticeable. When he wore pants, it could be hidden, but it wouldn’t be possible when he got to Evan’s place.
So, he took out a leg bracelet from the assortment Evan had sent him; the strap was very thin but could cover up the mark, as if it were the one that had caused the indentation. He could say that the reason for this was that Evan had chosen a leg bracelet that was too tight, which led him to look like this. Anyway, all those strange clothes were sent by Evan, so he could definitely be blamed.
Yan Chuan thought this way, casting a somewhat resentful glance at Evan. Since he had just come out of the shower, he had been looking at Evan with such an expression, surely thinking something bad. Even if he was wrongfully accused, he was not innocent.
Evan, of course, had no idea what Yan Chuan was thinking; he only saw Yan Chuan glance down at the leg bracelet on his leg and then shoot a few glares at him. His heart trembled again.
It wasn’t because Yan Chuan’s glare had any attacking power; on the contrary, when those clear, slightly upturned eyes looked at him, it felt like they were hooked onto him, even the moist red at the corners of his eyes was alluring.
Alright, Evan thought that even if Yan Chuan was glaring at him out of anger, he wouldn’t even react immediately, and he would definitely be stunned for a moment.
“Apart from wanting to see me wear this,” Yan Chuan tilted his head slightly, “what else do you want to see?”
Surely, this perverted leg fetishist would not only want to watch, right?
Upon hearing this, Evan’s cheeks indeed flushed a bit. He was clearly the type to be very handsome, with an aggressive appearance, tall and strong, and would be categorized as a “very masculine” man.
However, in front of Yan Chuan, who was much more delicate and had thighs that were almost as thick as his arm, Evan felt clumsy and inexperienced, as if he were a naive kid. Even the slightest thing Yan Chuan did could provoke a significant reaction from him.
Others hadn’t even done anything yet, and his mind was already racing with thoughts. Looking at it this way, where was the image of a wise heir? He was completely like a big dog being led around by a pretty little maid.
Eagerly trying to catch up, walking around the person.
“I want…” Evan was completely being led along, nodding hastily, “I want you to feed me fruit, is that okay?”
That wasn’t too much to ask.
Yan Chuan nodded.
There were fresh fruits in the villa, but they weren’t completely ready; when he wanted to eat, he needed to ask the aunties. However, the aunties had already been given the day off by Evan, and there were only the two of them left in the villa, so they had to handle things by themselves.
Yan Chuan casually picked some fruit from the fridge.
“I’ll wash it,” Evan skillfully rolled up his sleeves, took the bowl of fruit from Yan Chuan, and casually mentioned, “Actually, I can cook too, I’m skilled in many dishes. If you want, I can make you dinner tonight.”
Yan Chuan stood by the sink, slightly turning aside to avoid the splashing water, and nodded. That worked out perfectly since he couldn’t cook anything.
The fruit bowl was quickly washed clean and cut into small pieces with silver forks.
Evan brought Yan Chuan back to the sofa.
The curtains had already been drawn, the thin sheer curtains blocking the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the indoor light dim and ambiguous.
In the hazy atmosphere, the sheer curtains fluttered slightly in the breeze, and the shadows on the floor kept changing.
Evan had pulled the curtains.
A villa halfway up the mountain indeed didn’t have many people passing by, but from the outside, one could see the scene in the living room.
He didn’t want Yan Chuan to be seen by any passing “CEO,” “rich second generation,” or “mysterious master,” and then develop bad intentions to pursue him endlessly.
He could forcefully take advantage of his beautiful subordinate and use some unsavory methods to keep him obediently by his side, but others could undoubtedly do the same.
Evan thought anxiously.
Yan Chuan sat on the sofa, leaning sideways to grab the fruit bowl, and asked, “Shall we watch a movie?”
Otherwise, it would be too awkward for the two of them to sit facing each other.
Evan nodded and turned on the projector, carelessly choosing a movie to play.
The picture began to move; it was a romance film.
A gentle, lengthy melody played as the opening credits slowly introduced the background of the film.
Yan Chuan was pulled half into Evan’s arms, deeply enveloped in the genuine leather sofa.
His shoulder was pressed by someone, and it was inconvenient for him to place his legs. Evan enthusiastically invited him to place his legs over him.
The snow-white skin rested against the cold gray fabric of Evan’s suit pants, creating a slight impression of soft flesh.
From a certain angle, the scene of them cuddling together to watch a movie resembled that of a sweet young couple. But with a little attention to their clothing and posture, it turned into the image of a beautiful maid and a dominant financier.
“Look at you, really enjoying yourself.”
“I’m just a student, I want Yanbao to feed me fruit too!”
“Wifey, give him the sour ones and eat the sweet ones yourself, don’t let him benefit!”
“Alright, I’ll forgive you for preparing the fruit.”
“Beautiful wifey playing maid for a day.”
Yan Chuan picked up a cherry.
His slender fingertips pinched the deep red fruit, still holding a few droplets of water, and brought it to Evan’s lips.
The bright red cherry contrasted sharply with his snow-white skin.
Evan paused for a moment, and when Yan Chuan pushed his fingertip forward a bit, Evan instinctively leaned forward. Yan Chuan’s fingertip accidentally touched his lips.
His fingertip was slightly cool; Evan, who was being fed fruit, unconsciously opened his mouth and took in both the cherry and Yan Chuan’s fingertip.
He didn’t know if this was instinctive, but he licked it twice.
Yan Chuan: …
The rough texture of his tongue made contact with his fingertips, leaving them moist.
Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
“Don’t lick,” he couldn’t find suitable words for a moment, “open your mouth.”
Evan opened his lips.
But he swallowed the cherry with the pit in it, without even chewing.
Yan Chuan was even more puzzled, surprised: “Did you swallow the pit too?”