The young man trembled as he slowly shuffled on his knees to the man's feet, his eyes slightly red and his beautiful gaze already shimmering with tears.
"Uncle Zhiyuan... I was wrong..."
Jiang Ze spoke in a quiet sob, hoping to beg the man's forgiveness. This unfamiliar side of the powerful man frightened him.
But the man showed no reaction to what he called him, as though he truly did not know him.
"Uncle? What..."
The man seemed to be holding something. He raised his hand and tipped Jiang Ze's chin up with a flippant gesture.
"So you're that kinky... You like calling people Uncle when you're doing this sort of thing?"
The handle left the young man's chin, sliding gently down his neck to his shoulder before slowly tracing its way down his back.
The man's gentle, intimate touch made every patch of skin it brushed tingle, sending tremors through Jiang Ze's entire body.
[Sob, sob, he's so scary. He clearly recognized me, so why...]
"Mm... I didn't... Uncle Zhiyuan, please stop scaring me... I'm afraid..."
Jiang Ze shuffled a little closer on his knees and wrapped his arms around the man's leg, looking up at him with wet eyes and speaking in a pitiful voice.
Meng Zhiyuan's heart trembled slightly, but his cold expression did not change at all.
Jiang Ze could not help shivering as fear welled up inside him.
"Don't..."
"Has another man touched you here?"
The man's tone was indifferent and his touch featherlight, yet it heightened Jiang Ze's senses unbearably.
Although he felt ashamed, the man's icy expression made him struggle to answer anyway.
"Mm... No... No one else..."
His answer seemed to please the man. His thin lips curved slightly, and his grip tightened a little.
"Heh. Acting so innocent-didn't you come here