Yan Chuan’s colleague paused for a moment.
“Hmm?” Yan Chuan slightly furrowed his brow.
Suddenly, his colleague’s face flushed, and he stammered, “I… I’ll get it for you right now!”
He fled as if Yan Chuan were a ferocious beast.
Yan Chuan looked at his colleague’s flustered back, puzzled.
Did he look that terrifying, that seeing him made someone run away?
Yan Chuan shook his head, planning to quickly finish his side job for some extra cash since he would be live streaming again in the evening.
***
During the lunch break, Yan Chuan finished his meal and decided to use the leftover time to catch up on work.
There weren’t many people in the office yet, so he grabbed a cup and headed to get some water.
The tea room was at the end of the corridor.
As Yan Chuan walked down the corridor, he didn’t encounter anyone since it was lunch break.
He was content and didn’t have to worry about running into any supernatural entities.
Standard scripts had their benefits, but just the thought of the task that made him the most famous streamer gave him a headache.
How could he deceive so many unsuspecting people into throwing money at him?
Yan Chuan prepared a cup of cocoa.
He lowered his head to stir it with a mixing stick as he walked out, not paying attention to the path ahead. Just a few steps in, he bumped into someone.
“Ouch.” Bumping his forehead against a solid chest, Yan Chuan’s hand trembled, and he lost grip of the cup, spilling the scalding cocoa all over.
Most of it splashed out, with a drop landing on the person he collided with and a bit splattering on his own leg, soaking his pants.
It was still summer, and the weather was very hot. Yan Chuan was wearing knee-length shorts, revealing his slim and fair legs, which appeared delicate and soft. They had a slight roundness that made them look inviting to touch.
His petite ankles were exquisite, perfect for a man to hold and play with.
Now, being splashed with cocoa made Yan Chuan frown, and soon his calf turned red from the heat.
“I’m sorry…” Yan Chuan murmured softly. He felt a bit of pain from the splash, but the man in front of him was drenched with almost a whole cup; he must be in more pain than he was.
He looked up and saw a large wet patch on the expensive suit of the man he had bumped into.
The suit was thoroughly soaked, especially around the chest, clinging to his body so tightly that the well-defined muscles were subtly outlined.
Yan Chuan furrowed his brow.
On his first day at work, he messed up by spilling a hot drink on someone?
Please don’t tell him he offended an influential leader who could fire him on the spot.
He hesitated, not daring to raise his gaze.
Nervously biting his lip, he finally cautiously lifted his eyes.
“I’m fine,” the man replied in a deep voice, “Did you get burned?”
Huh?
Is he really that easygoing?
Yan Chuan raised his head, revealing a perplexed expression.
“I’m fine…” Ignoring the slight sting on his calf, he glanced at the man’s chest: “Your suit…”
His gaze traveled upward, meeting a pair of deep emerald green eyes.
The man had well-defined features with a deep brow bone and appeared to be of mixed heritage, with sharp features and a strong jawline.
He was a young man, casually exuding a lazy demeanor with a strong presence, giving off a slightly intimidating vibe.
He was considerably taller than Yan Chuan; even when Yan Chuan stood straight, he couldn’t reach the man’s shoulder. The man had a robust build, with broad shoulders—definitely someone powerful.
No wonder Yan Chuan could only bump into the man’s chest.
Anxiously blinking, he hesitated, pondering whether to apologize again.
The man, however, was staring at him—or rather at the red mark on his calf—with an unreadable expression: “I’m okay, but your leg is red.”
The intensity of his gaze made Yan Chuan instinctively recoil his leg.
Suddenly, the man crouched down, grabbing his ankle; the slightly rough palm brushed against it.
“It’s red,” he commented, concern lacing his voice, “Do you have burn ointment? Want to come back to my office to apply some?”
Yan Chuan: “…Huh?”
But shouldn’t he first take care of his own clothes?
“No, thank you.” The warm fingers gripped his calf, tightening slightly in a way that hurt, prompting Yan Chuan to draw back: “I’ll take care of it myself…”
However, the man had a strong grip; Yan Chuan couldn’t break free and was instead pulled in more tightly.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pushed his disheveled hair back, revealing a beautiful, fair face lightly flushed.
His lips were full and vibrant, his small lips plump and inviting. There was a hint of mist in his eyes; held by the man’s grip on his ankle, he couldn’t move at all, appearing somewhat vulnerable.
Like a little lost lamb, with stray hairs sticking to his cheek.
“That won’t do,” the man—Evan—said, his mouth curving into a smirk. His polite demeanor contrasted with his firm grip: “Are you an employee of the xx department? I’m Executive Evan, here to check in today. Let’s head to my office to sort this out.”
He casually tugged at his shirt, subtly indicating the area where the hot drink had spilled, making refusal awkward.
Executive? Yan Chuan hesitated, looking at the man in front of him. Could he be one of those second-generation executives who suddenly dropped in?
Was he unable to simply refuse?
Yan Chuan had no choice but to nod, still wavering: “Will I be bothering you…?”
This executive’s aura didn’t seem to hint at a kind person; caring for someone after being scalded?
Was he really that approachable?
Seeing he was no longer resisting, Evan quickly smiled: “How could that be?”
And so, the situation took an unexpected turn.
Yan Chuan sat on Evan’s desk, resting his wrists on the surface, looking a bit stiff, with his fingers turning slightly pale from gripping tightly.
He rolled up his pant legs, letting his fine, straight legs dangle naturally, with his rounded calves pressed against the desk’s edge. A bit of soft flesh peeked out, glowing brilliantly against the dark surface of the desk.
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