What the shirt hem concealed was indescribable. He didn't dare let his eyes linger there, so he moved down a few centimeters to the black bow tie.
This bow tie was made from his black tie, adding a few degrees of ambiguous atmosphere. The two ends of the black tie would occasionally slap against pink-white skin with the youth's movements.
An angel's face with a devil's body, forbidden black and ambiguous pink-white—these strong contrasts added an air of mystery to the youth, making one's heart race with the desire to explore further.
Wen Chen's mouth went dry. He swallowed with difficulty, his burning palm tightly gripping the door handle, his wrist rocking left and right. He himself didn't know whether he wanted to close the door or push it open.
He stared fixedly at the figure that haunted his dreams inside the room, hoping the other would give him an answer.
If the youth turned around, he would push open the door, take the initiative, criticize the youth's indecent behavior, and then devise an appropriate punishment based on his attitude of repentance.
If the youth remained immersed in his own world and didn't discover his peeping, he would leave quietly, suppress his filthy thoughts, and return later in the posture of an elder to discipline his unruly baby.
He watched for a while. The youth still hadn't turned around. The hand on the doorknob involuntarily tightened. He pushed it open a little more, then guiltily pulled it back a bit. In this push and pull, the crack in the door gradually grew larger.
At this moment, the youth changed to another pose, but still didn't turn around.
A stone seemed to fall in Wen Chen's heart. Relieved, yet at the same time, it felt as if something had struck the bottom of his heart heavily, leaving a hollow, empty hole.
He took one deep look at that enchanting figure, wanting to burn this special side of his baby into his heart before leaving.
The next second, his usually calm phoenix eyes suddenly widened, unblinking as they stared at the little seductress bent over in that provocative pose.
Thanks to the revealing clothing and the full-length mirror's assistance, from Wen Chen's angle, both front and back were clearly visible.
The spring scenery was blinding. Wen Chen's blood boiled, his whole body frozen. He wanted to leave but couldn't, wanted to enter but was held back by his remaining rationality. He could only stand frozen in place, staring blankly at that bewitching figure.
He watched with his own eyes as this tormenting little seductress moved from before the mirror to the window, from the window to the desk, from the desk to the floor, and from the floor to the bed, striking provocative poses everywhere.
Every pose the little seductress struck would give rise to countless unrealistic fantasies. First, he would think about what position he would use to coordinate and take the perfect couple's photo. But as he thought, the fantasy would become indescribable, the photo becoming a joining of bodies...
"Ah-Chen." Luo Qingjia was lying on the bed, his bottom brazenly facing the door, calling out toward the doorway in a lazy voice.
He had still lost to Wen Chen's self-control. He knew that no matter how much he preened and posed, he couldn't lure Wen Chen inside. So he decided to take a risky move, using an ambiguous name to call out to the person outside the door.
If Wen Chen rushed in, he would say he thought the one outside was the robot Ah-Chen, and he wanted Ah-Chen to help tidy and clean the room. Then he would turn around and ask the man why he was peeping at him from outside the door.
If Wen Chen still didn't come in, he would have to resort to a more desperate measure...
He didn't want to complicate a simple seduction either. But there was no other way—this man was simply too good at holding back.
Physically holding back was one thing, but how could such a germaphobe tolerate him rolling around on the floor and then crawling onto the bed?
Thinking back carefully, Wen Chen's germaphobia seemed to be immune to him. Wen Chen would eat his leftovers, would reach out to catch the fruit pits covered in his saliva, would pull him into his arms when he cried with tears and snot streaming down his face, letting him wipe his tears and mucus all over his clothes...
"Ah-Chen!" Luo Qingjia called out again. This time, he didn't give the man outside the door time to react, immediately continuing, "003! I'm talking to you! What's wrong with you? Usually when I call you Ah-Chen, you respond so quickly. Why are you so slow today? Are you afraid I'm angry? Or did I scare you when I kicked you in anger earlier?"
Luo Qingjia sounded anxious, but inside he was bursting with joy. Of course he was slow—because he had turned 003 off, haha!
Otherwise, how could this stupid robot pig disrupt his ultimate plan?
"Forget it, I know your difficulties. It's not your fault, it's your master Wen Chen's fault—no, it's 'Daddy' Wen Chen's fault."
"My whole body is sore now. Come in and help me apply some more ointment and massage me, and I won't hold it against you. You have to come in, okay? I ended up like this because Wen Chen tormented me. Didn't you say he's your father? Then the son pays the father's debt. Hurry up and come in to treat me."
Luo Qingjia swung his calves, seeming to be in a good mood. After waiting two or three minutes, he urged the "Ah-Chen" outside the door, "Hmm? Why haven't you come in yet?"
"Are you worried about being discovered by Daddy? Don't worry, I've already turned off your camera. Whatever we do, he won't find out. And his meeting today is pretty important, so he definitely won't be home so soon."
"Even if he finds out, I'll take the blame. I won't let you get sent back to the factory for reconstruction. But if you still don't listen to me this time, I won't like you anymore, Ah-Chen. I'll have Daddy design me a new robot, and I'll name him Ah-Ye. Then there won't be a place for you at home anymore~"
The moment the words left his mouth, the door was flung open with force. The person who entered was furious; even without turning around, he could feel the anger radiating from the man behind him.
Luo Qingjia pretended not to notice. He wriggled forward a bit and reached out to grab Wen Chen's pillow, pressing his forehead against the nice-smelling pillow, the corner of his lips curving into a triumphant arc.
He knew—as long as he mentioned Yuan Ye, Wen Chen would easily lose control. But this man was also easy to handle.
See, in the process of reaching for the pillow just now, he had "accidentally" disheveled his shirt in a super nonchalant way, perfectly exposing his rounded shoulder, deep lumbar dimples, and slender waist.
Most importantly, he exposed his reddened peach and thighs.
Well, actually, the redness had already faded.
Every time Wen Chen punished him, he would properly help him apply the ointment afterward and massage to help the medicine absorb. The healing ointment was very effective, and with 003 having treated him once too, the spanked areas only had a faint pinkness remaining.
It was after entering Wen Chen's room that he had slapped himself red while looking in the mirror. He hadn't used much force, but his skin was too delicate—just a light pat and it turned red.
He didn't have any special kink or anything. He just wanted to use this red bottom as an excuse, just in case. After all, this was Wen Chen's exclusive stress-relief toy. It worked in a lot of situations.
See, wasn't it coming in handy right now?
The man who had originally charged in fuming was now motionless, his breathing deliberately slowed.
He could roughly guess the man's thoughts. The moment he rushed in, he had probably wanted to reveal his identity directly and lecture him thoroughly.
But seeing this half-concealed, half-revealed spring scenery, he had probably changed his mind and decided to play the role of 003's substitute.
Tsk, this repressed old man.
"Hehe, good Ah-Chen, I knew you'd help me." Luo Qingjia swung his calves, not turning his head, his voice lazy. "Start with the thighs and work your way up from bottom to top."
"Oh, and I don't like cold things. I like hot palms like Daddy's. Adjust your temperature to simulate his."
"Huh, you're not responding? Was what I said too complicated? Fine, I overestimated you. I always thought that since Daddy is so amazing, his substitute should be amazing too."
"Forget it, saying all this is useless, you don't understand anyway. Just set your palm temperature to around forty degrees. Daddy's palms are so hot, they must be forty degrees. My body temperature runs cool, so I like hot things. Hehe, no wonder I love being touched and held by him so much."
"Ah-Chen, hum something for me. It's so boring talking to myself. Didn't Daddy install the most advanced AI system in you? Is it just for show?"
"Forget it, forget it, you mute. Hurry up and rub me, or else Wen Chen will be back soon. If he finds out I snuck into his room and wore his clothes, my bottom will definitely bloom again."
"But what can I do? I have a physiological attraction to him. I just want to wear his clothes. I just love smelling his scent."
The moment these words left his mouth, the man behind him indeed moved. A scorching palm pressed against the back of his knee, fingers slowly closing, gradually kneading upward.
Luo Qingjia's thighs grew fleshier the higher up you went. Maybe it was because of this that the man's pressure grew stronger and stronger. From gentle kneading at first, it gradually increased in force, quickly exceeding what Luo Qingjia could endure. He cried out in pain, but Wen Chen seemed not to hear.
This man only became this merciless when he lost control.
The reasons he lost control in front of him were either jealousy, excitement, or both.
Luo Qingjia felt it was the latter. This realization stirred up a different kind of feeling within him, beyond the mixture of pain and pleasure...
His voice unconsciously changed in tone. "Mmm~ Ah-Chen~ Your massage technique has improved~ Even better than this morning on the sofa."
He just hadn't expected that this subconscious exclamation would make Wen Chen double down. The man seemed encouraged and began showing off his skills like a peacock spreading its feathers.
He didn't know where he had learned it, but he definitely didn't seem like a novice.
"Ugh, enough, enough, stop!" Luo Qingjia was afraid he would lose his mind from the pleasure, so he could only grit his teeth and say something against his heart.
The man seemed to see through his insincerity and ignored him, continuing to show off.
He gritted his teeth and endured for a while longer, but finally reached his limit. He reached back and grabbed the man's forearm.
He felt the pulse beating powerfully in the man's forearm, the burning skin covered in a faint sheen of sweat. He was momentarily stunned, unsure whether to jerk his hand away or continue playing dumb, not knowing how to "not suspect the person behind him was real."
Fortunately, the man also seemed afraid he would become suspicious. He immediately mimicked 003's movement characteristics and mechanically withdrew his arm, applying the cool medicinal cream to his gradually heating skin. This time the application technique was different from before—beyond healing, it carried an air of showing off.
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