Yu Xiuyuan slowly walked closer, brushed his fingertips over Yun Chuan's Adam's apple, and asked in a feminine voice:
"Don't move. You have to answer my questions first."
"Is this the dress I wore on my variety show?"
Yun Chuan closed his eyes.
"Yes."
"When did you get it?"
"Back then... I got it back then."
Yu Xiuyuan withdrew his fingertips, his tone as casual as idle conversation.
"Did you already want me to wear it for you then?"
Yun Chuan closed his eyes again. When he opened them, he felt no better at all.
"Yes."
Yu Xiuyuan bent down and leaned close to his ear.
"What else did you think about?"
Yun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he couldn't get a word out.
Seeing him exercise every last ounce of restraint, Yu Xiuyuan felt immensely satisfied.
His gaze traced Yun Chuan's brows and eyes as he said, enunciating each word:
"Such a good boy~"
"Now, you have my permission to do what you want."
The taut thread of Yun Chuan's restraint snapped.
After that, nothing was within Yu Xiuyuan's control anymore.
When he opened his eyes the next day, it was already noon, and he was alone in bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds as his awareness slowly returned, then buried himself under the covers, unwilling to emerge for a long time.
Now he knew.
It turned out Yun Chuan had actually been holding back all those days before.
No wonder he kept making him exercise every day.
Yu Xiuyuan ground his teeth and began looking forward to the days when Yun Chuan would be away filming.
Preferably so busy in the mountains that he wouldn't have a moment to spare.
A little while later, Yun Chuan came in to wake him and found