Yan Chuan lowered his head and mumbled, “Wash the dirt off your face.”
Seeing Hesse make no move, he intended to squeeze past him.
Suddenly, Hesse moved.
He directly extended his hand, grabbing Yan Chuan by the shoulder. Using a clever grip, he lifted him onto his shoulder.
With a whirling perspective, Yan Chuan didn’t have time to frown in pain from his shoulder before he was directly hoisted up.
Yan Chuan: …!
He was taken aback momentarily and then realized he could only see the ground and Hesse’s back.
It was still an upside-down view.
Being carried felt quite uncomfortable as Hesse walked outside, leaving Yan Chuan helplessly moving in an unknown direction, his face turning red.
“Where are you going?” Yan Chuan coughed, finally hearing his own voice: “What are you doing…!”
Hesse did not respond.
Carrying someone didn’t affect him; he walked steadily.
“Don’t move,” Hesse said, as if scolding a child. He gave Yan Chuan a light pat to keep him from fidgeting: “Be careful not to fall.”
The pat wasn’t strong, but it made Yan Chuan freeze for a moment, his hand that was pushing against Hesse’s shoulder now gripping his clothes.
With his view turned upside down, swaying forward, Yan Chuan’s face grew even redder.
He wondered if it was his imagination, but he thought he heard Hesse chuckle.
Yan Chuan’s breathing became rapid; his whole body tensed, hanging onto Hesse like a koala.
Hesse had just given him a light pat to teach him a lesson…
【Incredible strength…】
【He touched my wife’s delicate skin! How indecent! Too mean! Bad guy! So bad, sob sob!】
【I bet a hundred points that he squeezed a little while patting!】
【Want to cry, sob sob, no one has ever treated my wife so harshly before…】
【Ah ah ah, don’t treat my wife like that; he’s delicate and will cry!】
Hesse’s tone was not harsh, and he didn’t use much strength, but Yan Chuan did not struggle at all.
He couldn’t; being carried like this meant if he fell, he would get hurt, and he was no match for Hesse’s strength.
He could only blush, being easily carried like a sack.
Taken to an unknown location.
Hesse stopped in front of a door.
Yan Chuan was finally let down, but as he landed, he stumbled a bit and was dizzy, having to take a few steps before being steadied by Hesse.
“Let’s go,” Hesse held onto Yan Chuan and guided him to sit on a platform.
Yan Chuan: !
Was he a sack? Why was he being carried around like this?
Just as his face still hadn’t lost its redness, his back was pressed against a cold wall.
He glanced back and saw a huge mirror.
This was a washroom… he was sitting on the sink, as Hesse had placed him there.
The expression he had in the mirror looked a bit dazed, his cheeks flushed, his forehead is tousled, and his eyelashes quivered gently.
He looked unexpectedly fragile… endearing.
Yan Chuan was startled by his own reflection in the mirror.
When did he start making such expressions…
He tried to get down, but the moment his toes touched the ground, he was lifted back by Hesse.
His gaze towards Hesse inevitably held some confusion.
What was this person doing?
Carrying him like this and forcing him to sit on the sink; was it amusing?
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, looking at Hesse with displeasure.
“What do you want?”
“To wash your face,” Hesse turned on the faucet. The cold water splashed onto his face, and it jolted Yan Chuan back to reality, realizing Hesse’s intention: “Wipe off the dirt.”
Hesse referred to wiping away the dust from his face by wetting his palm and gently rubbing his cheeks.
“No need…” Yan Chuan protested, but the icy water hit his face, soaking his hair, and he was suddenly bewildered.
He didn’t need Hesse’s help to wash his face!
But Hesse insisted on “washing” his face.
The dust on the Oriental beauty’s cheeks was gradually wiped away, revealing his snow-white complexion, even the dark eyelashes were slowly adorned with droplets.
His soft black hair was drenched, still dripping, his eye circles reddening, and his nose tip was also tinged red.
Water flowed down his forehead, trailing along his sharp chin to his collarbone.
He looked both helpless and beautiful.
His clothes became soaked, and the outerwear, now heavy with water, was casually undone and tossed aside by Hesse.
Underneath was a short-sleeved shirt made of rough, inferior fabric, in a dingy color, but surprisingly thin and transparent, revealing the skin beneath when wet.
Thus, his slender shoulders were outlined, along with his slightly pronounced chest and his thin, flexible waist, all displayed in front of Hesse’s eyes.
There was even a subtle, secretive hint of a little bulge causing the fabric to rise.
If that layer of bothersome fabric were removed, one would surely see his snow-white, soft skin.
Excessively soft, flawless skin, appearing delicate and endearing but not overly thin; it felt warm and soft to the touch, full of life.
The snow-white color was pure and unblemished, yet adorned with the faintest hint of blush, like rose petals soaked in snowmelt, incredibly eye-catching.
It seemed that reaching out to touch it would tarnish the integrity of this pure whiteness.
“Cough cough…” Hesse’s method of wiping Yan Chuan’s face was so poor that he unintentionally inhaled some water and coughed a couple of times.
However, the person in front of him continued to reach out, gently stroking the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, as if to smooth out the rouge blush.
Hesse’s expression… seemed off.
Yan Chuan felt a strange urge and could only shrink back a bit.
But his back was already pressed against the wall, and shifting slightly only forced him into the corner. He could barely touch the ground with his toes and couldn’t retreat.
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