Fan Luojia was utterly charming, and Shuai Chang couldn’t help but follow his gaze, becoming captivated. The haziness before him turned into a pink mist, and he didn’t want to resist this feeling; he knew he was falling for him.
With a gentle smile, Fan Luojia said, “Of course, we should communicate with our souls. I want… to devour you whole.”
Shuai Chang was unable to move, only able to watch in a daze. His hands didn’t stop, and he continued, “Oh?” Fan Luojia leaned closer, intrigued, “Feeling lively today?”
Shuai Chang felt his face flush. Today, Fan Luojia was maddeningly enticing, and his heart couldn’t resist his charm.
Seeing Shuai Chang’s reaction made Fan Luojia less anxious.
He stood up, positioning himself in Shuai Chang’s line of sight, leisurely performing a few movements, raising his leg to reveal a beautifully sculpted calf.
His blood was boiling, and Fan Luojia was his only remedy.
After spending the entire day with Fan Luojia, Shuai Chang felt as if he had lost half his life.
Due to his extreme cooperation, Fan Luojia cut the ropes, freeing Shuai Chang’s hands and feet, and he “taught” Fan Luojia a harsh lesson.
Fan Luojia’s cries for mercy still echoed in his ears.
Shuai Chang smiled bitterly; he had heard that men usually didn’t last long the first time, but not only did he last long, he had done it multiple times—he wasn’t sure if that counted as a talent.
He carried the almost broken Fan Luojia to the bathroom to clean up. Fan Luojia had vast bruises all over his body, and Shuai Chang couldn’t help but feel guilty.
If it weren’t for Fan Luojia constantly saying, “Not enough,” he wouldn’t have pushed him this hard.
After tidying up the unconscious Fan Luojia and placing him in bed with a blanket, Shuai Chang quickly showered and changed into fresh clothes before heading to the study.
The phone showed a missed call from 0. He wondered what Fan Luojia had said; he hadn’t been to work all day, and to his surprise, Yu Lili hadn’t called to check in.
“Hello, Assistant Yu.”
“President Yin!” Yu Lili’s calm voice held suppressed excitement.
“Is there anything urgent at the company today?”
“President Yin, there’s nothing major. President Ling can handle it. President Ling said today is your and Young Master Fan’s wedding anniversary, so you should celebrate properly and not worry about the company.” Yu Lili was initially shocked to hear that Fan Luojia and Yin Haidong were married, but she had adjusted. Now, aside from envy, she had no other thoughts.
No wonder President Yin treated Young Master Fan so well; he must love him dearly, binding him with marriage early on.
“Hmm.” Wedding anniversary? He hadn’t really noticed.
After hanging up the phone, Shuai Chang found their marriage certificate in the safe.
It really was today, November 23rd.
In the photo, Fan Luojia looked much more innocent than he did now, smiling obediently at the camera.
As Shuai Chang touched the photo, he thought of Fan Luojia’s wicked charm today and found that he actually preferred how Fan Luojia looked today…
No wonder he hadn’t been able to date in real life; where could he find someone so aligned with his taste?
Shuai Chang opened the computer and handled a few emails before going back to bed to cuddle with Fan Luojia to sleep.
To prevent Fan Luojia from tying him up again in the morning, Shuai Chang held him tightly while he slept.
The next day, Fan Luojia, as if nothing had happened, weakly nestled in bed, acting spoiled towards Shuai Chang.
“Brother Haidong, I want fried chicken.”
“No way.” Shuai Chang went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment and applied it to him, “Do you want this to get better?” He gave it a gentle pat.
“Ah, Brother Haidong,” Fan Luojia looked at him shyly, blushing, “Be gentle~”
This was really maddening. Shuai Chang felt a pang in his heart and dressed him properly, “Be good, in a couple of days when you’re better, we can eat whatever we want.”
Fan Luojia had no objections; he pointed at his bruises and said, “Brother Haidong, rub this area, or it won’t heal. I have an interview next week. As a swimming talent, how will people look at me wearing a swimsuit?”
“Now you’re worried? Why didn’t you think about the interview while doing bad things?” Shuai Chang teased, but he nevertheless gently massaged away the bruises.
Fan Luojia winced in pain, crying for him to stop, “Brother Haidong, don’t massage anymore. If I embarrass myself in the interview, then embarrassing it is. I can always quit acting.”
“Really won’t act anymore?” Shuai Chang didn’t stop his hands. Fan Luojia had been looking forward to this swimming talent role for a long time, spending a lot of time practicing swimming daily. Shuai Chang knew he wouldn’t give up easily.
Fan Luojia bit the pillow, sniffling, “Just massage me, I’ll endure the pain.”
Shuai Chang was not soft-hearted, working through one bruise after another until Fan Luojia lay there, numb from pain, eventually biting the pillow and falling asleep.
Shuai Chang took the pillow from his mouth, tucked him in, and got up to cook porridge. For the next few days, Fan Luojia could only eat liquid food, so Shuai Chang specifically learned how to make preserved egg and lean meat porridge to ensure he got enough nutrition.
Compared to stir-frying, cooking porridge was the simplest. Shuai Chang added the ingredients to the pot one by one, stirring every ten minutes. After half an hour, the fragrant preserved egg and lean meat porridge was ready.
He tasted a spoonful; it was quite good.
He served a bowl and brought it to the bedroom. Fan Luojia was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
“Luojia, wake up and finish your porridge before going back to sleep.” Shuai Chang pinched Fan Luojia’s cheek.
Fan Luojia frowned and turned away, keeping his eyes tightly shut.
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll continue massaging you.”
Fan Luojia trembled, groggily opening his eyes, “Brother Haidong, don’t massage me anymore. It hurts too much.”
“Just drink your porridge obediently, Brother Haidong won’t bother you.”
Shuai Chang handed the porridge to Fan Luojia. Leaning against the headboard, Fan Luojia wouldn’t reach out. He opened his mouth, “Ah—Brother Haidong, feed me. I have no strength in my arms.”
Shuai Chang smiled and glanced at him, cooled the porridge, and brought it to his lips.
After finishing a bowl of hot porridge, Fan Luojia lightly sweated and insisted on taking a bath before going back to sleep.
Shuai Chang filled the bathtub and washed Fan Luojia first, then carried him back to bed and helped him dry his hair, kissing Fan Luojia’s forehead, “Be good, sleep now.”
Fan Luojia closed his eyes, a smile at the corners of his lips as he fell asleep.