WHV | Chapter 23

Shi Ciyan, you pervert

Shi Ciyan stared at him without blinking, his gaze scorching hot, as if he meant to burn a few holes straight through Yu Wei’s face. Yu Wei’s tense throat bobbed slightly. Terrified that Shi Ciyan might turn feral the next second, he hurriedly said, “I… I already remembered.”

The corners of Shi Ciyan’s mouth lifted into a faint smile. “Remembered?”

Yu Wei nodded hard, his soft hands pressing against Shi Ciyan’s chest in a feeble push. “You’re so heavy, get up already.”

“Remembered what?” Shi Ciyan looked like he had no intention of letting him off that easily. He asked with clear interest, “Tell me.”

“I, I, I…” Yu Wei’s face went blank. He stammered and couldn’t get a single complete sentence out.

Luckily, Shi Ciyan didn’t make things difficult for him. He lightly hooked a finger under the tip of Yu Wei’s nose, then got up with a laugh. “Little liar, you clearly don’t remember anything.”

Yu Wei had slept especially soundly that day. At first, Shi Ciyan had worried about waking him, but later he found that no matter how he moved him, he wouldn’t wake up. He would only make little kittenlike whimpering sounds and burrow into his arms. The whole time, he never even opened his eyes. If his breathing hadn’t been normal, and if he hadn’t been able to make sounds, Shi Ciyan would have thought he’d passed out.

In that situation, as if he could remember anything.

“I won’t tease you anymore. Get up, wash up, then go downstairs for dinner.” Shi Ciyan pulled back the blanket, helped Yu Wei sit up, and after he put on his slippers, scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom.

“Aren’t we eating? What are you doing now?” Yu Wei glanced at the bathroom door, a warning bell going off in his head. He already had psychological trauma where bathrooms were concerned.

“Taking you to wash up.”

“I can do it myself.”

He struggled to get down, but Shi Ciyan only held him tighter and patted his thigh twice. “Be good.”

After last night, Yu Wei didn’t dare say a word even though he was indignant. He shot him a halfhearted glare, then swallowed his resentment and shut up.

The sink was right inside the bathroom entrance. A non-slip mat had been laid in front of it, and Shi Ciyan gently set him down on it. Yu Wei planted both feet on the floor, but the next second his legs went limp and useless, and his whole body started sliding downward. A long arm reached out from behind and circled his waist in time, keeping him from falling.

Shi Ciyan held him with one arm while the other reached to the side and brought over a brand-new toothbrush, toothpaste, and cup, setting them in front of Yu Wei. “From now on, the blue set is yours.”

Yu Wei looked at the only bright thing in the bathroom, the bright red toothbrush and cup, and his expression turned hard to describe. “The red set is yours? Your taste in aesthetics… is pretty good. Very festive.”

Shi Ciyan didn’t mind. He set his own red cup beside Yu Wei’s blue one. “Red and blue have been the ideal pairing since ancient times. Whether it looks good doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a set with you. I figured you probably wouldn’t want to use a bright red cup, so I used it myself.”

Yu Wei’s mouth twitched. He said sourly, “How kind of you to consider me so much. Thanks.”

Shi Ciyan lowered his head and kissed his side cheek. “You’re welcome.”

Yu Wei rolled his eyes at him. “Go out. I can do it myself.”

Even for a moment, he wanted to be alone.

“I’ll wait right here until you finish brushing, then I’ll carry you downstairs once you’re done.” Shi Ciyan hugged Yu Wei from behind and looked at him in the mirror, his gaze lingering on Yu Wei’s open collar. Under the blue bear-print pajamas, Yu Wei’s jade-white skin was covered in mottled patches of blush, like rose petals scattered across fresh snow, displaying a kind of shocking purity and decadence all at once.

Suddenly, a pair of slender, pale hands entered his view and closed the gaping collar, sealing it shut so not even a trace of spring light leaked out. Shi Ciyan froze for a moment, then lifted his gaze to meet Yu Wei’s warning eyes.

Shi Ciyan felt deeply regretful.

He still wasn’t allowed to look. So stingy.

If he couldn’t look, then he’d just look at his face instead. His hands were not honest either, and he used them to rub Yu Wei’s stomach for entertainment.

After Yu Wei tried and failed to stop him several times, he gave up resisting.

As he kept looking, he suddenly realized the bathroom mirror only reflected Yu Wei from the waist up. Below the lower abdomen, nothing could be seen.

The sink had been installed at his height, which made it a little too tall for Yu Wei.

“Baby, don’t you think this mirror is too small?”

Yu Wei’s hand paused for two seconds at the intimate address, then continued brushing as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Seeing that he ignored him, Shi Ciyan went on by himself. “You can’t even see your whole body. Don’t you think so?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wei choked and bent over the sink coughing a few times, his face turning red. He spit out the foam in his mouth. The whole mouthful tasted bitter with toothpaste. “You… you’re disgusting.”

“How am I per… oh?” He suddenly reacted, one brow lifting slightly. “Baby, what are you thinking about?”

The flush spread across Yu Wei’s cheeks. He said hurriedly, “Nothing.”

But Shi Ciyan didn’t let him off. He stared straight at the person in the mirror. “I’m disgusting? Baby, the one who had the most fun here last night was you, and you were the one who got more excited too~”

The sleeping memories slowly woke up. Yu Wei’s face turned so red it looked like it might drip blood. He snapped, “Shut up. I didn’t.”

“Fine, I’ll shut up.” Shi Ciyan knew when to stop and didn’t dare really anger him. “I admit I’m disgusting, so don’t be unhappy, baby. Hurry up and brush your teeth. You’re starving.”

Yu Wei’s anger turned into fuel, and his hands worked faster. He quickly finished brushing. Just as he was about to push Shi Ciyan away and walk out on his own, Shi Ciyan didn’t give him the chance and scooped him up to carry him downstairs.

“You’re too hungry. By the time you walk down, the food will be cold. Carrying you downstairs is faster.”

Yu Wei huffed and turned his head away to ignore him. Shi Ciyan smiled and said nothing, setting him in a chair before going to the living room to fetch a cushion so Yu Wei could lean back more comfortably.

“Sit for a bit. I’ll heat the dishes back up and then set them out.”

He had made four dishes and a soup. He reheated all the dishes, set them out properly, then went to bring out the soup he had simmered for the entire afternoon.

On such a huge dining table, all the dishes were squeezed onto the small space in front of Yu Wei. Shi Ciyan dragged over a chair and sat down right beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

Yu Wei: “…”

He even had to sit pressed up against him while eating. What was this, were they conjoined twins?

He hated everyone without boundaries, including the protagonist.

But Yu Wei only dared complain in his head. He didn’t dare show even a little of it.

The reason was simple. He was scared.

He was only one step away from being scrapped, and he feared that if he offended Shi Ciyan, his bones would be falling apart next time.

Forget it, pressed close was pressed close. He’d used up too much energy last night anyway, so now he needed to eat more. Once he recovered some strength, he would run for it.

Who cared about the protagonist or not. Yu Song hadn’t provoked the two protagonists, but now he had. Either way, he was dead. According to the novel, starving to death on the street was better than being worn out to death in bed, and at least it was more dignified.

But…

Why was there only one set of bowls and chopsticks? Shi Ciyan had already picked up the only bowl and chopsticks on the table to serve rice.

What, was this meal not for him, and he was only allowed to watch?

Or was Shi Ciyan so poor he didn’t even have spare bowls and chopsticks?

He could live in such a luxurious three-story villa and still be poor to this extent?

“Shi Ciyan, are you very poor?” Yu Wei looked at the dishes on the table and almost drooled.

Shi Ciyan paused mid-scoop and didn’t know why he was asking that. “Hm? Not really.”

“Are you trying to starve me? You won’t even give me a bite to eat.”

“What exactly are you thinking about all day?” Shi Ciyan couldn’t help laughing. He finished serving the rice, picked up a bite of vegetables, and brought it to Yu Wei’s mouth. “Open up. I know you always eat a bite of vegetables first when you eat, then rice.”

Yu Wei tilted his head back to avoid it. “What are you doing? I can eat by myself.”

“But I want to feed you.”

Shi Ciyan stubbornly held the vegetables back up to his mouth. “Baby, aren’t you going to eat? You’re too tired. If you don’t eat, you won’t have any strength.”

Yu Wei was startled.

Shi Ciyan’s eyes just now had looked like he had already seen through the thought in his head, that he’d eat his fill, gather enough strength, and then run. But he acted as if he didn’t care at all, as if it didn’t matter even if Yu Wei really did run.

Shi Ciyan wouldn’t give him the chopsticks, and Yu Wei wanted to eat. The two of them stood off for several dozen seconds. In the end, Yu Wei lost and opened his mouth to bite the vegetables off the chopsticks.

Everything Shi Ciyan made was exactly what he liked. During the time he had been his assistant, he had already figured out all of his eating habits.

He fed him in the order of one bite of vegetables, one bite of meat, one bite of rice, one sip of soup. At first Yu Wei resisted, but he had no choice but to eat the dishes Shi Ciyan brought to his mouth. By the end, he had completely gotten used to it, leaning lazily against the cushion and enjoying the service. He even gathered the courage to direct him twice, and Shi Ciyan complained not at all, looking even pleased.

The more Yu Wei looked, the more he felt that something was a little wrong with him.

Someone like that was not to be provoked. He really should run while he could.

By the time the meal was over, Yu Wei had happily bossed him around, and after serving him, Shi Ciyan also seemed to be in a very good mood, dutiful and willing.

He’d bossed someone around a little too happily, and the result was that he overate without noticing.

“Too full?” Shi Ciyan saw right through his embarrassment at a glance. “Come lie on the sofa. I’ll rub your stomach.”

Yu Wei immediately went on guard and stepped back like he was facing a great enemy. “No.”

“Shy?” Shi Ciyan took his hand without room for argument and led him to the sofa, making him sit down. Then he propped a cushion behind Yu Wei’s lower back. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. Besides, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve touched your stomach. Don’t be so tense.”

Yu Wei half-lay on the sofa, his stomach exposed, his whole body stiff.

Shi Ciyan’s palm was broad and warm. Because he had spent so long holding a pen, the pads of the fingers on his right hand had developed hard calluses, especially along the side of his middle finger. Every time that rough, hard patch touched him, it gave him a different sensation.

Under his rather skilled massage, Yu Wei’s stiff body gradually went soft. Shi Ciyan kneaded and pressed his stomach, and Yu Wei grew so comfortable his eyes went dazed, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep. He still had to run.

Yu Wei reminded himself silently over and over, more than ten times, but in the end he still couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

“Let me rub your legs and hands, okay?” Before Yu Wei fully drifted off, he heard Shi Ciyan’s gentle voice.

His legs ached at the roots, and his calves shook whenever he walked. As for his hands, Yu Wei felt like if this went on two more times, he’d develop tenosynovitis.

So Yu Wei mumbled an okay, then completely passed out.

Shi Ciyan knelt on the floor and looked at Yu Wei’s utterly unguarded sleeping face, for a moment not knowing what to say. He had imagined Yu Wei might shout and make a fuss, or sneak out when he wasn’t around, or ask him why.

But absolutely not this. Not like a stupid little lamb exposing its belly to a hungry wolf, then falling asleep soundly without a trace of caution.

He stared for a long time before letting out a helpless sigh. “Baby, why are you so easy to fool? I’m really afraid that if I look away for even a moment, someone will trick you away. So I want to lock you in a place where I can see you, and never let us be apart for even a second, okay?”