Ye Chen: I Was Only in There for a Few Days—How Did I End Up Wearing a Green Hat?

Ever since they came in, Jiang Anran had stood to the side, watching nervously.

Although she trusted Young Master Fei completely, she was still somewhat tense.

It was like going in for dental surgery—even if you knew nothing would go wrong, it was still surgery.

As the needles remained in place bit by bit, and she saw that Xiaoxiao did not seem uncomfortable, Jiang Anran gradually relaxed somewhat.

"Mm~ mm↗"

Hm?

It seemed like it was more than just a lack of discomfort—it was far too comfortable, wasn't it?

As Chen Xiaoxiao's best friend and closest person, Jiang Anran had never heard Xiaoxiao make such an inappropriate sound before.

Usually, Xiaoxiao was merely the owner of a small flower shop, but she carried herself with grace and virtue. She was not the promiscuous type.

Could acupuncture really feel this good?

Even Jiang Anran herself could not help blushing in this situation.

To ease her embarrassment, she shifted her attention to Young Master.

The hand that had been so steady just moments ago now had a faint tremble, one that could only be noticed upon close inspection.

Not only that, this room, shaded by trees, had originally been very cool, yet Young Master was now sweating profusely.

"...I'll rest for a few minutes first..."

Seeing this, Jiang Anran hurried over. Naturally taking out a handkerchief, she was about to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Just as his elbow swung back to block her, Jiang Anran hurriedly whispered, "Don't move!"

Young Master Fei heard that.

Jiang Anran's voice?

Relaxing inwardly, his hand paused and withdrew.

Oh, she was just wiping my sweat. You scared me—I thought Ye Chen had found out and broken out of prison to come kill me.

However, Jiang Anran had stopped him from moving outward, but she had not expected Young Master to pull his elbow back in again. It bumped her hand, and she cried out in surprise, nearly dropping the handkerchief.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong, Anran?" Chen Xiaoxiao, lying on the bed, heard the cry and immediately asked with concern. She did not dare move carelessly, but her anxious expression revealed her concern for her best friend. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing. A mouse ran past outside, and it startled me just now. But it's fine now."

She certainly did not dare say that she had been about to wipe Young Master's sweat.

Though she knew that Xiaoxiao knew the Ye Chen before them was actually Young Master.

And she knew that Xiaoxiao knew she knew that Xiaoxiao knew.

But Young Master did not know.

He did not know Xiaoxiao knew.

Nor did he know that she knew Xiaoxiao knew.

So she still had to keep up the act. She still had to pretend that Young Master was Ye Chen.

Not for Xiaoxiao's sake, but for Young Master's sake.

And if that was the case, it would seem strange for her to wipe "Ye Chen's" sweat. It was not as if she were some frivolous woman.

Now that Xiaoxiao had asked, Jiang Anran could only hastily come up with an excuse to brush it off.

"Oh, that's good. If anything happens, you can ask Ye Chen to help."

"It's fine, Xiaoxiao."

"Oh, oh, okay."

Young Master Fei responded absentmindedly, then quietly snapped at the little maid, "What are you doing?"

"I'm wiping your sweat, Young Master."

"No need!" Young Master Fei struggled, intending to escape this little corner with the window.

Should I climb out through the window?

A slightly absurd thought suddenly popped into his mind, and he immediately shook his head, rejecting it.

Honestly, why would I even think that?

Still, he did not give up struggling. What kind of situation was this, being wiped down by Jiang Anran at such close range?

It was far too intimate!

Seeing that Young Master was still struggling halfheartedly, Jiang Anran braced one hand against the wall, rose onto her tiptoes, and brought her lips close to his ear. She warned in a low voice, "Young Master, don't move! It would be bad if Xiaoxiao noticed."

As she spoke, she ignored him and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief.

Young Master Fei turned to look and found that although Xiaoxiao was still lying on the bed, her head had turned toward them, her ears pricked as though she were paying constant attention to this side.

She was worried about Xiaoxiao, right?

Seeing this, he no longer dared to move recklessly and could only let the maid do as she pleased.

How could he have imagined that one day, he would be pinned against a wall in a corner?

It truly proved that timeless saying: those who pin others against walls will someday be pinned against walls themselves.

He just hadn't expected karma to come so quickly.

Afraid of arousing Chen Xiaoxiao's suspicions, he could not move an inch and could only pray that this "wiping sweat" would end soon.

It would be troublesome if there was a misunderstanding. His deadline would probably have to be extended then.

If she found out that her childhood friend was having strange interactions right in front of her with Jiang Anran, whom he had known for less than half a day, he would probably have to spend ages explaining...

?

Why did this feel a little like NTR?

The more Young Master Fei thought about it, the more inexplicably thrilling it felt. The hormones in his body began to surge at full force.

Under the control of those hormones, his thoughts became like wild horses breaking free of their reins, racing along the boundary between desire and reason. The raging hormones within him crashed against the defenses of his will like waves.

His heartbeat began to accelerate, his breathing gradually deepened and quickened, and his entire body slowly grew hot.

The spike in adrenaline not only sped up his heartbeat, but also made his senses abnormally sharp.

Every slight touch from Jiang Anran stimulated his nerves like an electric current.

Every tiny sound Jiang Anran made—the hissing rustle of fabric rubbing together, the soft swishing of the towel wiping away sweat—disrupted his mind like demonic music.

His gaze began to turn hazy. His once-clear eyes were now veiled in a faint red, burning and unfocused, filled with desire and impulse.

The hands that had obediently rested behind him now began to move restlessly. They trembled slightly at first, then slowly inched bit by bit toward Jiang Anran's back...

I'm a warrior of pure love!

Deep inside, Young Master Fei shouted. He was still resisting, reminding himself not to be swayed by a momentary impulse.

His hand froze halfway there, suspended in midair. The angel and demon in his mind wrestled with each other—one pulling it back, the other pushing it forward.

He was still resisting, but now even a single straw could shatter his defenses...

Meanwhile, Jiang Anran was diligently wiping the Young Master's sweat.

After carefully wiping away the sweat on one side, she was surprised to discover that many more beads of sweat had appeared on his other side.

Strange, why was he sweating so much again?

She asked softly, "Huh? Young Master, why are you sweating more and more?"

At the same time, she suddenly felt that the air around them had become unusually stuffy, making her feel unbearably warm as well.

Strange, why do I feel a little hot too?

She was completely unaware of the unintended temptation in her words.

Every movement she made, every word she spoke, seemed wrapped in pink in Young Master Fei's eyes.

"Young Master, do you feel a little hot?" Jiang Anran noticed that he had not reacted at all. She raised her head to look into his eyes and called out, "Young Master?"

Their eyes met.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The flames in Young Master Fei's eyes burned fiercely, and his defenses collapsed in an instant. Jiang Anran's surprise and confusion were both swallowed up in that moment.

"Mmng..."

Before she could react, she suddenly felt a powerful force tightly embrace her, completely restraining her body.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with shock. She had no idea what was happening.

Then the Young Master's face pressed down toward hers.

"Young Master, don't..." Her voice carried both resistance and anticipation, but it was quickly cut off by the intimacy of the next second.

A kiss.

Perfectly on target.