In Changlong Hotel.
At the table, Shen Jingmo had been eating lunch for quite a while. Eventually, he couldn’t eat anymore and shook his head.
Xiao Yan ordered his men to retreat.
The first time Shen Jingmo had a meal, Xiao Yan prepared something close to a full banquet. Shen Jingmo forced himself to eat a bit, but later ended up writhing in pain from a stomach ache. He had to ask Xu Hang to come over from his bed in the middle of the night to cure his stomach pain.
It turned out that Shen Jingmo had been imprisoned for five years and had no food to eat. All he ate was cold rice and rotten vegetables, which ruined his stomach.
Xu Hang had taken care of him for a while before and had always fed him some soupy food. Even solid food was made very easy to digest.
So now, Xiao Yan accompanies Shen Jingmo in drinking stomach-nourishing porridge and soups made with precious ingredients. Gradually, Shen Jingmo has also started to eat some soft, glutinous cakes.
But his appetite is still pitifully small.
“You need to drink an extra bowl of soup for dinner.” Xiao Yan said in an almost commanding tone.
Shen Jingmo felt like he was being forced to eat, but he couldn’t tell if this was a punishment or not. He could only say, “…En.”
Xiao Yan took a box of ointment, asked Shen Jingmo to take off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and helped him apply the ointment to remove the bruises. The icy cold liquid touched his skin and spread on his fingers. Not only did it not hurt, but it was also very comfortable.
Seeing that Shen Jingmo was very obedient, Xiao Yan reached out and touched his cheek. The calluses on his fingertips and knuckles rubbed against Shen Jingmo’s thin cheek, causing Shen Jingmo to tremble.
Here it comes again. This person always suddenly does such weird things.
It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but Shen Jingmo is 32 this year—though mentally, he might only be around 27. He’s never experienced love before, let alone romantic feelings between a man and a woman.
But even if he was a bit slow, he could still sense that this behavior was a little too intimate.
Even last night, they had slept in the same bed.
Liao Qin clearly said that their ghost master was very cautious and never shared a room with anyone, let alone a bed. But last night, that person lifted the quilt and fell asleep next to him so naturally that he hardly needed to get used to it.
Didn’t he say that he likes to sleep alone?
In the second half of the night, he could feel the other person’s hot breath on the back of his head.
Who is this person?
Could it be a student he taught?
No. Such caressing and such a tone of voice are not at all what a student should do to a teacher!
Then… is it a former colleague?
Shen Jingmo shook his head again. His colleagues spoke and behaved with gentleness and restraint—nothing at all like this fierce and unrelenting wolf.
Seeing Shen Jingmo lost in thought, Xiao Yan put down his hand and asked him, “What are you thinking about?”
“Thinking about you…”
Xiao Yan swallowed subconsciously.
“…I was thinking about who you are, why you want to treat me, and why you won’t let me leave.”
Xiao Yan threw the medicine box away and said, “Do you hate me so much? Why do you want to leave so badly?”
Shen Jingmo didn’t dare to say yes. He shook his head like a rattle and spoke faster with nervousness: “No, no, I… I just don’t want to trouble others… I have been thinking about it these past two days, but I still think that maybe you recognized the wrong person? We should not know each other, and if we are just strangers, just let me go…”
Oh, a stranger.
Seeing Shen Jingmo’s somewhat frightened explanation, Xiao Yan really wanted to dig out his own eyeballs and put them on him so that he could see if he was a stranger or not.
He asked sarcastically, “Then what if I just don’t want to let you go?”
“Ah? Why?”
“I provide you with good food and drink, give you medical treatment, and help you maintain your health. Tell me why?” Xiao Yan stared at Shen Jingmo, giving him hints, hoping to make him open his mind.
His hand pressed on the edge of the chair, almost pinching off a whole piece of wood, but unfortunately Shen Jingmo could not see this danger signal.
Shen Jingmo was overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. His lips trembled, and he opened his mouth several times, struggling with the words until he finally managed to speak, slowly and hesitantly.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiao Yan was almost furious.
“Do you also want to keep me as a blood bank and use my blood?”
Click!
Xiao Yan removed the armrests of the chair, and the temperature in the whole room was as low as on the coldest days of winter.
Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Shen Jingmo was a little confused, cold sweat began to appear on his back, and his breathing paused for several seconds. This is bad. Xu Hang reminded him to be careful, but he still spoke without thinking.
The other party’s breathing sounded a little heavy, giving people a feeling of the sea level before a storm.
So Shen Jingmo made the wrong move—he instinctively leaned back and showed signs of wanting to flee.
Xiao Yan laughed in anger, trapped Shen Jingmo in the chair, and lifted his chin.
“Very well, then I’ll tell you why I want to keep you!”
He leaned forward and kissed Shen Jingmo.
Shen Jingmo never thought that there would be such a day when he would be flirted with by a man he had only known for a few days.
When he felt the other party approaching, he turned his head away, but the kiss still fell.
He was licked and kissed on the neck, then on the earlobe, then slowly moved forward, and finally the tongue went into his ear. But the space he could retreat to was limited—there was a chair behind him, and in front of him stood someone he couldn’t push away. He was fixed and could only dodge back and forth in the narrow space, but if he hid on one side, he would expose the other side, and he was kissed all over.
“I’m sorry, I said the wrong thing… you… can just hit me, don’t do this!”
Perhaps to stop him from dodging side to side, he kissed him forcefully. Shen Jingmo’s head was pushed firmly against the back of the chair. The heat on his lips wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either.
The most terrifying thing was that Shen Jingmo had never experienced such erotic intercourse of lips and tongues. He felt uneasy and ashamed, as if a student in a bright moonlit night was forced to look at pornographic pictures.
“Umm… cough!”
Hearing that Shen Jingmo seemed to be choking, Xiao Yan came to his senses from his anger and let him go.
After Shen Jingmo was freed, he immediately curled up, covered his mouth, and gasped, as if he still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Xiao Yan touched his lips. He knew he was being irrational.
He was not a good-tempered person to begin with. He had been fighting for many years and never wasted words when it came to using fists. He felt that he was a bandit leader.
When Shen Jingmo was his teacher and touched his face with his hands, he was already eager to do something.
Even if he knows that this is treason, it is disrespectful to the teachers and ancestors, and it is against ethics. So what?
He, Xiao Yan, was not loved by his father and was abandoned by his mother. He was born without any family. He did not believe in Buddha, nor did he pray to God. He had committed murder and arson. He should be boiled in oil according to the King of Hell’s account book. To gain another crime of disgracing his teacher, heh, he could afford it.
As long as that person is Shen Jingmo.
But Shen Jingmo couldn’t recognize him and even doubted him.
Xiao Yan’s breathing became heavier, he looked down at Shen Jingmo, who was still shaking, and said, “Do you know now?”
Shen Jingmo’s face was as red as a watermelon: “You took me just for this kind of thing?”
Xiao Yan didn’t say anything, just looked at him for a while, then went out.
Shen Jingmo sat stiffly in his original position, looking a little silly and dazed. This place and that domineering person made him a little scared again.
Ai… Shen Jingmo sighed. Why does he always encounter strange things?
Xiao Yan, who was outside the door, took out the paper that Chan Yi had given him from his pocket, looked at it for a while, put it back, and took out a cigarette to smoke.
The smoke rings he puffed out symbolized his complicated mood at the moment.
Although he was still a bit too impatient, he had already been patient for a long time. He figured he would find out sooner or later anyway, so it’s better this way.
