Chapter 33: Ming, Treated Like a

The bare back displayed the youthful, vigorous physique of a young man.

At first, Ming Ying didn’t notice anything wrong. He actually did this often, until—

He realized the sound from the treadmill next to him had stopped.

Ming Ying froze.

The next second, his own treadmill stopped too.

Ming Ying, holding onto the treadmill, turned his head and met Silas’s somewhat dark, deep gaze.

Silas frowned at him. “Ming, don’t like wearing clothes?”

Crap, what kind of question was that!

But Ming Ying was also a bit embarrassed. After all, he was in someone else’s home.

“No, I just got a bit hot.”

As he spoke, Ming Ying reached for the shirt he had taken off.

But Silas suddenly laughed, raising a hand to block him, and said, “If you’re hot, then don’t wear it.”

“Huh?”

Ming Ying clutched the shirt in his hand.

Then, he heard the person in front of him say, “A bit thinner than in the photos.”

“…”

Damn! Ming Ying’s face instantly flushed a deep, embarrassing red again.

If Silas hadn’t brought it up, fine, but mentioning it reminded him that he had taken so many embarrassing photos.

Ming Ying averted his gaze. “Can we not talk about that…”

Silas curved his lips. “What’s there to be shy about? I think you did very well.”

Well, my ass.

Silas looked at him, reaching out again to touch his face. “Ming, I think that thesis could be continued. What do you think?”

Ming Ying let out a dry laugh, stuck out his tongue at the man, and said, “In your dreams.”

The man suddenly frowned again.

The smile on Ming Ying’s face also faltered.

Had he said something wrong…

The two stared at each other in silence, the atmosphere descending into a subtle, strange stillness.

“You…”

But before Ming Ying could finish his sentence, he was suddenly yanked off the treadmill.

He stumbled, and before he could react, the rough action sent him sprawling onto the carpet.

“Ugh.”

Ming Ying sucked in a breath of cold air.

He turned his head and saw Silas, looking down at him with an expressionless face, walk over, pinch his face, and stuff two fingers into his mouth.

The two fingers were deeply inserted and stirring.

Rubbing the tip of the tongue and going straight to the throat, it was like a punishment, or even more like a death sentence.

Ming Ying gagged, unable to speak, instinctively wanting to pull back.

Silas frowned slightly and reached out to press down on the back of Ming Ying’s head.

“Mmph.”

In the empty room, only the slightly swallowing sounds were left.

Ming Ying’s face turned red. He shook his head, but the person pressing the back of his head did not let go. Instead, he pressed harder, and saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, making him look embarrassed and pitiful.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Silas half-squatted down, using his saliva-coated fingertips to stroke Ming Ying’s lips. He asked softly, “Ming, you don’t have any classes tomorrow, do you?”

Ming Ying, collapsed on the floor, shivered the moment he heard that voice. Looking up and seeing that expression in Silas’s eyes, he was even more afraid. But that fear wasn’t pure; it was faintly mixed with a hint of passion and excitement.

Like being drugged by an aphrodisiac.

And the face of the man before him was practically an aphrodisiac, causing the words on the tip of Ming Ying’s tongue to stick together, unable to come out completely.

“No, no class… but—”

“Mmph—”

His chin was gripped, the force unbearable, the kiss coming on surging and overwhelming.

Ming Ying was kissed until he was dizzy. To keep from falling, he could only reach out and wrap his arms around the man’s neck.

Desire was like a wildfire, erupting in an instant.

One second, he was righteously insisting the kid do some exercise to digest his food; the next second, he fully lived up to the title of old pervert.

Silas lowered his head, kissing Ming Ying into a state of ecstasy, while his hand stroked down the youth’s back. The touch was real and delicate, something photos couldn’t compare to, easily stirring up his darker side.

But Silas didn’t dislike this feeling. On the contrary, he enjoyed it immensely.

He enjoyed Ming Ying’s trembling and whimpering.

“Mmph, I— I can’t breathe!” Ming Ying couldn’t take it anymore and tilted his head back.

Silas chuckled, supporting his back and lifting him up.