“Pei-ge, are you tired?”
Shen Ju scrutinized Pei Yan’s brows and eyes closely. He didn’t look fatigued at all, but somehow… it felt like Pei Yan had something weighing on his mind.
Maybe it was just his imagination.
What could Pei-ge possibly fail to handle?
Subconsciously, Shen Ju reached out and rubbed Pei Yan’s cheeks.
It left Pei Yan both exasperated and amused. He pulled Shen Ju closer into his arms. “If I were tired, what would you do?”
Shen Ju’s hands paused on Pei Yan’s face as he actually pondered it seriously.
After a moment, as if struck by an idea, he clapped Pei Yan’s cheeks. “Got it! Pei-ge, let’s go on a date, just the two of us!”
Only after the slap did he realize what he’d done.
Shen Ju looked down at Pei Yan.
“Uh, Pei-ge…”
Pei Yan pinned him in place. “Feel good slapping me?”
Shen Ju hesitated. “Do I say it feels good… or not good…”
Then he burst out laughing first.
He reached out and rubbed Pei Yan’s face again. “It feels good!”
“Then you can keep going.”
Pei Yan pulled Shen Ju’s hand downward. “I want to feel good too.”
“…”
Pei-ge, is it okay to say that with such a straight face?
Shen Ju quickly grabbed him. “Bro! Date?!”
“Oh.”
Pei Yan’s lips curved slightly. “So, how do you want to date?”
Shen Ju: “In a couple days when we have off, let’s go to the bookstore first to buy some study guides, then head to the library to do problems and read. No Han Chengfeng or the others.”
Pei Yan: “…”
Fine. So it was just changing the location for tutoring.
“Then how are you gonna explain it to your family?”
Shen Ju said matter-of-factly, “I’ll just say I’m going out with you.”
It came out so naturally, without the slightest hesitation.
As if telling his family he was heading out with Pei Yan was the most normal thing in the world—no doubt, no reluctance.
He hadn’t formally told them yet, but Shen Ju had never hidden it either.
Pei Yan stared at Shen Ju for a long moment before suddenly pressing down on the back of his head, kissing his lips without warning. His lips roved over Shen Ju’s, storming the gates right away, claiming every inch of his mouth and teeth. There was no time to react, no chance for Shen Ju to pull away—like he wanted to devour him whole, kissing him nearly to the point of suffocation.
Shen Ju’s hands braced against Pei Yan’s chest. Since Pei Yan was leaning back on the sofa and had pulled him down too, he ended up sitting on Pei Yan’s lap, his waist naturally dipping inward.
He couldn’t muster any strength at all.
Even his body needed Pei Yan’s hold to keep from sliding off completely.
One of Pei Yan’s hands stayed at the back of Shen Ju’s head, gently massaging his scalp before sliding down to grip his nape, pressing him in even tighter. Their lips and teeth meshed more intimately.
His other hand glided over Shen Ju’s waist and settled just below, intent on something even more brazen—to seize full control of Shen Ju’s body, to mark him inside and out with his claim, to infuse him with his scent. He wanted Shen Ju’s body to know only his touch, to grow so accustomed it could never forget or escape.
Shen Ju’s eyes grew wet at the corners from the kiss. Dazedly, Pei-ge says I love to cry, but this isn’t me wanting to—it’s physiological tears every time, I can’t control it.
“Daydreaming already?”
Pei Yan was keenly perceptive. He eased back slightly from Shen Ju’s lips, and just as Shen Ju opened his mouth to speak, he flipped them over, pinning Shen Ju to the sofa.
His frame was tall and lean, the body of a fully mature man—even more advantageously built than most, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Looming over Shen Ju, his forehead hair fell forward across his brows, adding to his mature allure, inexplicably sensual.
Shen Ju stared, entranced. Pei-ge is so handsome. I want to reach up and touch his face again.
But Pei Yan pinned his hand down.
“Baby, you’re being naughty.”
Pei Yan’s voice was husky. “Naughty boys get punished.”
“Pei-ge…”
“Shh.”
Shen Ju had no idea what punishment awaited, but he watched as Pei Yan moved downward.
His voice caught in his throat. He lifted his hand and bit his index finger.
Is this… the punishment?
Is punishment like this?
It’s the first time…
Shen Ju felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity.
His other hand tried to pull Pei Yan up but ended up loosely tangled in his hair. His waist trembled uncontrollably.
But just as he neared the peak, it stopped abruptly.
Pei Yan lifted his head, lips glistening with moisture—devastatingly sexy, yet infuriating right now.
Shen Ju wasn’t even allowed to finish himself off; Pei Yan held him down.
He was on the verge of tears from frustration.
“You’ve had plenty of days to get used to the front. That’s gradual enough.”
What ‘getting used to’? What ‘gradual’?
Shen Ju’s eyes reddened as he glared at Pei Yan.
Pei Yan reached out, his thumb pressing on Shen Ju’s lips with a bit of force until they parted, revealing the tip of his red tongue inside.
“What do you think, baby?”
Shen Ju got it.
He blinked, his mind flashing to that image. He didn’t reject it.
In fact, in this half-there limbo, he immediately wanted to reach for it.
But Pei Yan pulled him up instead, reclining halfway on the sofa before turning Shen Ju around to face away from him.
“Like this, baby.”
This position…
Shen Ju choked out, “This is too embarrassing…”
Pei Yan chuckled lowly behind him, but his hand pressed firmly on Shen Ju’s back, forcing his waist to arch down.
“This is embarrassing… so how will you handle what’s next?”
“Be good. Try it.”
Fine, he’d try.
He wasn’t really scared anyway.
Shen Ju was a bit curious too.
He just hadn’t expected Pei Yan to maneuver him like this.
But now that he was in position, even if he wanted to run, he couldn’t.
…It was a completely different experience from the past few days.
Just like Pei Yan said—testing his limits step by step, encroaching further, seizing more control. It was excessive, yet he’d laid the groundwork over those many days of “preparation.” Not excessive? From the start, it felt premeditated, like he planned to dominate Shen Ju from head to toe, devouring every part of him…
By the time Shen Ju emerged from the next room, it was already very late.
This was only because he’d insisted on coming back.
Otherwise, Pei Yan would’ve kept him there…
Even so, Pei Yan walked him right to the door, staying close every step.
Cliché as it sounded, after crossing that new line, Shen Ju really wanted to cling to Pei Yan a bit more.
“Wait for the weekend… we’ll go out together…”
At the door, he shook Pei Yan’s hand.
In the end, they’d switched positions because Pei Yan hadn’t let him use his mouth to finish, so Shen Ju could still speak now.
“Mm, go out and switch spots for review and tutoring.” Pei Yan teased with a smile.
Shen Ju pursed his lips. “Who made me a senior in high school?”
“Yeah, you’re still a high school senior.”
Pei Yan sighed, pinching Shen Ju’s nose tip, his tone full of helplessness.
He was about to say more—
“Yeah, you know he’s a high school senior.”
“…”
They both turned their heads.
Shen Ju’s mouth fell open. “Big Bro…”
Guan Muya sneered coldly, glancing down at their joined hands.
It was blinding.
Unbearable to look at.
Do you know what time it is?!
Mu Lin had come back ages ago.
Sure, Pei Haochuan had sent him, but they hadn’t loitered at the door like this!
Holding hands—what kind of propriety was that?!
Guan Muya looked up at Shen Ju again.
His little brother was so good-looking—delicate, cute, soft-tempered, seeming so young. No matter how you sliced it, it looked like Pei Yan was the one leading their family kid astray!
At that thought, Guan Muya’s expression darkened.
He whipped his head toward Pei Yan.
Just as he opened his mouth—
Pei Yan nodded at him.
“Big Bro.”
Guan Muya: “…”
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