Ruan Qing’s face blushed suddenly, and the corners of his eyes turned red as well.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After several seconds, he spoke softly, almost inaudibly.
But it was so soft that Yan Ci probably didn’t hear clearly. “What?”
It seemed like Ruan Qing had used up all his courage just to say that sentence. His face turned even redder under Yan Ci’s gaze, and he struggled to speak after opening his mouth several times.
He bit his lip and, after a while, gave up with a resigned tone, “...Touch... touch you.”
The voice remained small but slightly louder than before, at least audible to Yan Ci this time.
After the young man finished speaking, he probably felt an unusual sense of embarrassment. Not only did his face turn red, but even his ears blushed, making him look exceptionally charming.
“Sure.” In comparison, Yan Ci remained calm, as if he had anticipated the young man’s choice. He simply narrowed his eyes. “Go ahead.”
Ruan Qing became even more awkward. Slowly, he extended his hand, hesitated, and finally, with reluctance, lightly placed it on Yan Ci’s shoulder.
It was so light that there was barely any pressure.
Then... nothing happened for a while.
Yan Ci looked at the young master in front of him. The usually refined and elegant face was now tinted with a hint of blush. Beneath the disheveled shirt collar, the fair neck was partially revealed.
Because of his outstretched hand, the collar had opened slightly, exposing delicate collarbones, arousing countless imaginations.
It made one desire to tear off the obstructing clothes and see the scenery underneath.
Moreover, the other party obediently extended his hand to rest on Yan Ci’s shoulder, seemingly allowing him to take advantage.
Yan Ci casually spoke, “Young Master, do you think touching a shoulder qualifies as ‘touching’?”
Touching a shoulder couldn’t be considered as such. After all, the shoulder wasn’t a particularly private area; even strangers could touch it, so how could it be called “touching”?
And he had already tried to get away last time by kissing his neck. If Ruan Qing did the same thing as then, Yan Ci would definitely not tolerate it again.
Ruan Qing’s eyelashes quivered lightly. Holding his hand up, he hesitated for a moment, letting his hand soften a bit before sliding it down slowly. It moved from Yan Ci’s shoulder to his chest.
Still extremely light, almost imperceptible through the clothes.
As if he hadn’t touched Yan Ci at all.
Even a simple act of friends casually putting their arms around each other was more intimate than that, let alone anything suggestive.
However, it felt like feathers gently gliding, creating an inexplicable itch deep within.
Uncontainable.
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Yan Ci’s profound eyes as he looked at the young master before him. In a commanding tone, he said, “Apply more pressure.”
Ruan Qing, hearing the command, helplessly pursed his pale pink lips. His delicate hands trembled slightly. After staying frozen for several seconds, the pressure in his hands increased.
Yan Ci instantly tensed up, his profound eyes half-closed, concealing both his emotions and the predatory gaze.
Yan Ci had never been so out of control. Even when falsely accused and expelled in middle school, he merely gave a deep look to the accuser. Even in fights, he always found a justifiable reason, never letting himself be in a completely disadvantaged position.
But now, he was utterly defeated.
Defeated without a shred of room to spare, yet embracing the defeat willingly.
Despite the barrier of clothes and the relatively subtle nature of the gesture, one could only faintly sense the warmth of the young man’s fingertips.
Yet, he couldn’t control himself.
Yan Ci clenched his fists tightly, exerting great force to restrain himself from overpowering the young man on the bed and ruthlessly dominating him.
“...Take off my clothes,” Yan Ci’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as if harboring some suppressed madness and danger.
Ruan Qing’s delicate face showed a hint of difficulty and helplessness.
Evidently, he couldn’t do such a thing, but circumstances forced him.
Ruan Qing, seemingly resigned to his inescapable situation, tremblingly extended his hands, landing on the buttons of Yan Ci’s white shirt.
However, probably due to excessive trembling, Ruan Qing struggled for a long time without success.
Yan Ci grew impatient, reaching out to grab Ruan Qing’s fair and slender wrist. His other hand directly fell to his own clothes, then forcefully pulled.
Yan Ci’s strength was considerable, and all the buttons were torn off, making a significant noise as they hit the ground.
With the constraints of the buttons gone, Yan Ci’s shirt opened up, revealing his muscular physique.
Due to frequent fights, Yan Ci has a great physique with eight-pack abs, tall and well-proportioned, exuding a dangerous strength. However, his muscles were not overly bulky, more resembling a model who maintained his physique through regular exercise.
When Ruan Qing’s hand was caught by Yan Ci, he instinctively tried to pull it back.
However, Yan Ci’s strength was neither too light nor too heavy; it didn’t hurt him, yet it didn’t give him the chance to retract his hand.
In a hoarse voice, Yan Ci said, “Continue.”
Ruan Qing, feeling uneasy, stopped struggling, evidently recalling his own choice.
However, he had never done such a thing before. Even if he had promised, he was too ashamed to follow through. For a moment, a mist covered his beautiful eyes, and he remained motionless.
Observing this, Yan Ci narrowed his eyes with a hint of danger on his face. “What? Regretting it again?”
Helplessly, Ruan Qing bit his lip and stiffly shook his head.
“Then let’s continue,” Yan Ci said without hesitation.
However, as soon as Yan Ci spoke, a knocking sound suddenly echoed, accompanied by the noise of a wooden door. The knocking wasn’t coming from their room; it sounded like it was from the first room up the stairs.
Yan Ci paused, his sharp gaze turning towards the direction of the sound.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
After the knocking, a righteous voice followed, not spoken by a person, but more like a recorded message played through a loudspeaker.
“Is anyone there? We’re rescue personnel!”
“If anyone is here, please come out quickly and follow us!”
“We will lead everyone to a safe place.”
After knocking on the door of their room, the person moved on to the next one.
Yan Ci squinted at the sound, releasing Ruan Qing’s hand. He closed his shirt with one hand and turned, opening the bedroom door directly, attempting to warn the people outside not to make noise.
However, it was too late.
The short man who had pushed the woman earlier couldn’t wait and opened the door upon hearing it was a rescue team. He then excitedly exclaimed, “Someone! Someone! There are people here! Please save us!!!”
The people outside the door, upon seeing it open, immediately turned around and shouted loudly towards the corridor, “Boss, there are survivors in room 304!”
The man called ‘Boss’ was a sharply handsome man with well-defined features. Upon hearing about the survivors, he calmly inquired, “How many?”
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, um...”
The person at the door turned red when looking at the entrance to the guest room, then stuttered, “Se-se-seven...”
“How many exactly?” A person nearby rolled their eyes and walked over, saying, “Xiao Liu. Are you unable to count?”
“Can’t even count the number of people...”
As he spoke, his voice abruptly stopped, his face turning as red as the one next to him, and the notebook in his hand, used for recording survivors, almost slipped away.
Others, filled with curiosity, arrived at the door. Even the man referred to as ‘Boss’ walked over and lifted his gaze to look inside the room.
Ruan Qing’s face blushed suddenly, and the corners of his eyes turned red as well.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After several seconds, he spoke softly, almost inaudibly.
But it was so soft that Yan Ci probably didn’t hear clearly. “What?”
It seemed like Ruan Qing had used up all his courage just to say that sentence. His face turned even redder under Yan Ci’s gaze, and he struggled to speak after opening his mouth several times.
He bit his lip and, after a while, gave up with a resigned tone, “...Touch... touch you.”
The voice remained small but slightly louder than before, at least audible to Yan Ci this time.
After the young man finished speaking, he probably felt an unusual sense of embarrassment. Not only did his face turn red, but even his ears blushed, making him look exceptionally charming.
“Sure.” In comparison, Yan Ci remained calm, as if he had anticipated the young man’s choice. He simply narrowed his eyes. “Go ahead.”
Ruan Qing became even more awkward. Slowly, he extended his hand, hesitated, and finally, with reluctance, lightly placed it on Yan Ci’s shoulder.
It was so light that there was barely any pressure.
Then... nothing happened for a while.
Yan Ci looked at the young master in front of him. The usually refined and elegant face was now tinted with a hint of blush. Beneath the disheveled shirt collar, the fair neck was partially revealed.
Because of his outstretched hand, the collar had opened slightly, exposing delicate collarbones, arousing countless imaginations.
It made one desire to tear off the obstructing clothes and see the scenery underneath.
Moreover, the other party obediently extended his hand to rest on Yan Ci’s shoulder, seemingly allowing him to take advantage.
Yan Ci casually spoke, “Young Master, do you think touching a shoulder qualifies as ‘touching’?”
Touching a shoulder couldn’t be considered as such. After all, the shoulder wasn’t a particularly private area; even strangers could touch it, so how could it be called “touching”?
And he had already tried to get away last time by kissing his neck. If Ruan Qing did the same thing as then, Yan Ci would definitely not tolerate it again.
Ruan Qing’s eyelashes quivered lightly. Holding his hand up, he hesitated for a moment, letting his hand soften a bit before sliding it down slowly. It moved from Yan Ci’s shoulder to his chest.
Still extremely light, almost imperceptible through the clothes.
As if he hadn’t touched Yan Ci at all.
Even a simple act of friends casually putting their arms around each other was more intimate than that, let alone anything suggestive.
However, it felt like feathers gently gliding, creating an inexplicable itch deep within.
Uncontainable.
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Yan Ci’s profound eyes as he looked at the young master before him. In a commanding tone, he said, “Apply more pressure.”
Ruan Qing, hearing the command, helplessly pursed his pale pink lips. His delicate hands trembled slightly. After staying frozen for several seconds, the pressure in his hands increased.
Yan Ci instantly tensed up, his profound eyes half-closed, concealing both his emotions and the predatory gaze.
Yan Ci had never been so out of control. Even when falsely accused and expelled in middle school, he merely gave a deep look to the accuser. Even in fights, he always found a justifiable reason, never letting himself be in a completely disadvantaged position.
But now, he was utterly defeated.
Defeated without a shred of room to spare, yet embracing the defeat willingly.
Despite the barrier of clothes and the relatively subtle nature of the gesture, one could only faintly sense the warmth of the young man’s fingertips.
Yet, he couldn’t control himself.
Yan Ci clenched his fists tightly, exerting great force to restrain himself from overpowering the young man on the bed and ruthlessly dominating him.
“...Take off my clothes,” Yan Ci’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as if harboring some suppressed madness and danger.
Ruan Qing’s delicate face showed a hint of difficulty and helplessness.
Evidently, he couldn’t do such a thing, but circumstances forced him.
Ruan Qing, seemingly resigned to his inescapable situation, tremblingly extended his hands, landing on the buttons of Yan Ci’s white shirt.
However, probably due to excessive trembling, Ruan Qing struggled for a long time without success.
Yan Ci grew impatient, reaching out to grab Ruan Qing’s fair and slender wrist. His other hand directly fell to his own clothes, then forcefully pulled.
Yan Ci’s strength was considerable, and all the buttons were torn off, making a significant noise as they hit the ground.
With the constraints of the buttons gone, Yan Ci’s shirt opened up, revealing his muscular physique.
Due to frequent fights, Yan Ci has a great physique with eight-pack abs, tall and well-proportioned, exuding a dangerous strength. However, his muscles were not overly bulky, more resembling a model who maintained his physique through regular exercise.
When Ruan Qing’s hand was caught by Yan Ci, he instinctively tried to pull it back.
However, Yan Ci’s strength was neither too light nor too heavy; it didn’t hurt him, yet it didn’t give him the chance to retract his hand.
In a hoarse voice, Yan Ci said, “Continue.”
Ruan Qing, feeling uneasy, stopped struggling, evidently recalling his own choice.
However, he had never done such a thing before. Even if he had promised, he was too ashamed to follow through. For a moment, a mist covered his beautiful eyes, and he remained motionless.
Observing this, Yan Ci narrowed his eyes with a hint of danger on his face. “What? Regretting it again?”
Helplessly, Ruan Qing bit his lip and stiffly shook his head.
“Then let’s continue,” Yan Ci said without hesitation.
However, as soon as Yan Ci spoke, a knocking sound suddenly echoed, accompanied by the noise of a wooden door. The knocking wasn’t coming from their room; it sounded like it was from the first room up the stairs.
Yan Ci paused, his sharp gaze turning towards the direction of the sound.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
After the knocking, a righteous voice followed, not spoken by a person, but more like a recorded message played through a loudspeaker.
“Is anyone there? We’re rescue personnel!”
“If anyone is here, please come out quickly and follow us!”
“We will lead everyone to a safe place.”
After knocking on the door of their room, the person moved on to the next one.
Yan Ci squinted at the sound, releasing Ruan Qing’s hand. He closed his shirt with one hand and turned, opening the bedroom door directly, attempting to warn the people outside not to make noise.
However, it was too late.
The short man who had pushed the woman earlier couldn’t wait and opened the door upon hearing it was a rescue team. He then excitedly exclaimed, “Someone! Someone! There are people here! Please save us!!!”
The people outside the door, upon seeing it open, immediately turned around and shouted loudly towards the corridor, “Boss, there are survivors in room 304!”
The man called ‘Boss’ was a sharply handsome man with well-defined features. Upon hearing about the survivors, he calmly inquired, “How many?”
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, um...”
The person at the door turned red when looking at the entrance to the guest room, then stuttered, “Se-se-seven...”
“How many exactly?” A person nearby rolled their eyes and walked over, saying, “Xiao Liu. Are you unable to count?”
“Can’t even count the number of people...”
As he spoke, his voice abruptly stopped, his face turning as red as the one next to him, and the notebook in his hand, used for recording survivors, almost slipped away.
Others, filled with curiosity, arrived at the door. Even the man referred to as ‘Boss’ walked over and lifted his gaze to look inside the room.
