Chapter 23: Confinement Part 2

He had overlooked it earlier due to nerves, only noticing now that Fu Si Heng mentioned it.

Tao Zhi reached up to touch it.

“I-I’m not hot.” Tao Zhi shook his head vigorously, nearly dizzying himself.

He was afraid that if he said he was hot, Fu Si Heng would send him back to change, and then he wouldn’t have an excuse to come back.

He had finally stayed; he didn’t want to leave so soon.

Tao Zhi’s fingers on his knees tightened, wanting to steer the topic back, but Fu Si Heng stood up just then.

Tao Zhi watched him puzzledly, his gaze following.

Fu Si Heng walked to the wardrobe.

Tao Zhi had no idea what he was doing, but since Fu Si Heng’s back was to him, Tao Zhi quietly and honestly tugged his zipper down a bit.

“I bought you a few outfits on my business trip.” Fu Si Heng took out a set still covered in its dust bag and tossed it on the bed. “Brought them along.”

“This one. Go change.”

He turned after speaking, meeting Tao Zhi’s surprised gaze.

Fu Si Heng said, “Change and come back out to chat.”

—

Oh.

So that was it.

No intention of chasing him away.

Then he could relax.

Tao Zhi no longer felt embarrassed or flustered about receiving women’s clothes like before. He took them calmly and obediently went into the bathroom.

This time, Fu Si Heng had bought him an off-shoulder knit top and a wool-blend short skirt.

A light pink high-neck knit sweater, with lightweight tulle inside connected to the outer knit, ending just at the chest to expose a section of fair, rounded shoulder and arm.

The sleeves were a bit long—who knew if it was intentional—the soft knit loosely bunching at the wrists, giving a casual, lazy vibe.

But having no fabric on his shoulders felt a little unaccustomed.

Fu Si Heng really loved buying him off-shoulder clothes.

Tao Zhi tried tugging it up, but failed.

It wouldn’t go up at all.

Whatever, forget it.

Tao Zhi stood in front of the mirror, tidied his hair a bit, then opened the bathroom door and walked out.

While he had changed into women’s clothes inside, Fu Si Heng had also shed his ski gear outside.

He now wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing strong, toned muscle lines.

So muscular.

Wheat-colored skin, prominent veins on the back of his hands bulging powerfully, extending down to under his watch—a strong sense of power.

Tao Zhi stared blankly for several seconds before snapping out of it, calling “Brother Fu” and walking toward him.

“Mm.” Fu Si Heng remained seated in the previous chair.

The tall glass in front of him was now empty of red wine.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head to look at Tao Zhi.

Tao Zhi was truly a natural clothes hanger; no matter what style he bought, it looked good on him.

Slender, long legs, skin pale enough to glow. As he walked, the skirt hem swayed gently.

Finally stopping in front of him.

Tao Zhi didn’t return to the opposite sofa but stopped right in front of Fu Si Heng.

Fu Si Heng noticed his overly long sleeves nearly covering his entire palms, only slender fingers peeking out.

Neatly trimmed, rounded fingertips with a faint pink under the nails, clutching the sleeve cuff.

Fu Si Heng naturally reached out, took hold of Tao Zhi’s fingers, and pulled the sleeve up for him.

… A bit unaccustomed.

Fu Si Heng’s palm was so hot, his fingertips rough, rubbing uncomfortably.

But not that uncomfortable.

It was an indescribable feeling.

Tao Zhi dodged slightly, couldn’t help blurting, “Brother Fu, your hands are so rough.”

“Mm.” Fu Si Heng lowered his eyes. “Climbed rocks before.”

Hm?

Didn’t get it, but habit was to “wow” first.

Then praise: “Sounds really impressive.”

A faint curve appeared at Fu Si Heng’s lips.

Sleeve fixed, his entire palm now exposed, Fu Si Heng let go.

But Tao Zhi didn’t move away.

After Fu Si Heng released him, he still stood there unmoving.

Not looking at Fu Si Heng either.

Like he was thinking, or immersed in his own world, head slightly tilted.

The overhead light danced in his pupils, shifting with the quiver of his eyelashes.

An ethereal, hazy feel.

Fu Si Heng watched entranced, then came back to himself and rubbed his fingers.

Wait a bit longer for Tao Zhi’s next move.

If the next step was still stupid brother talk, he’d take over.

Fu Si Heng thought impassively.

Otherwise, who knew how long it would take the little fool to get to the point.

…

“Brother Fu.” Tao Zhi pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

“Mm.”

“Can I sit on your lap?” Tao Zhi asked sincerely.

Fu Si Heng: “?”

Fu Si Heng: “…”

Fu Si Heng suspected he had misheard.

Tao Zhi scratched his ear.

Interrupted by Fu Si Heng, he had forgotten their earlier unfinished conversation before changing. Now he was seeking new seduction methods.

But he couldn’t think of any, unsure what to do. After racking his brain, he only remembered touching Fu Si Heng’s hand at the club earlier, which counted as a move.

And belatedly realized it had worked well.

Otherwise, Fu Si Heng wouldn’t have driven him back and added WeChat, right?

The more Tao Zhi thought, the more it seemed right. And he wanted to recreate it, but they had been sitting side by side then, so it worked. Now they weren’t, so… tricky.

So he could only request to sit on his lap.

Tao Zhi naturally arrived at this, thinking it the same method.

Both seduction.

He didn’t realize his brain was in an excited state right now, thinking not quite normally.

He didn’t notice anything wrong, and after asking, gazed at Fu Si Heng expectantly with his beautiful eyes sparkling.

The room went quiet for a full five seconds.

“Sure.” Fu Si Heng swallowed, agreeing to the request.

Though puzzled at the sudden cleverness.

“Okay.” Tao Zhi thanked him sincerely, very politely. “Thank you.”

Fu Si Heng: “…”

Not that clever.

With that, Tao Zhi really sat on Fu Si Heng’s lap.

Still sitting very properly.

His butt touched Fu Si Heng’s taut thigh muscles, back straight as in military training, hands on his own knees.

Very restrained.

So… what next? What should he do?

Tao Zhi looked down at the skirt edge on his knees, lost in confusion again.

“Arms around.” Fu Si Heng’s voice sounded by his ear.

Tao Zhi looked up.

“My neck.”

Fu Si Heng guided him, voice deep and a bit unnatural, though Tao Zhi was oblivious.

He just followed.

Obediently, as instructed, he raised his arms and hugged Fu Si Heng’s neck.

This motion brought his body instinctively closer to Fu Si Heng.

The butt under the skirt shifted on the man’s leg, feeling directly how the entire thigh was rock-hard.

Not very comfortable sitting.

Also, with the distance shortened, Fu Si Heng’s body heat was intense, his hot breath making Tao Zhi’s temperature rise too.

As Tao Zhi adjusted position, Fu Si Heng’s arm lifted naturally, wrapping around his waist.

The sturdy forearm passed from the side, intruding dominantly, bulging muscles pressing into his waist hollow, while his bothersome fingers rested on Tao Zhi’s thigh.

This gave Tao Zhi a sense of being confined.

He was pinned to Fu Si Heng’s lap, unable to move.