Xiao Cheng struggled, trying to pull his wrist out of Jiang Chiyan's grip, but could not break free.
Xiao Cheng avoided Jiang Chiyan's gaze. "Why did you come out?"
"To find a certain scumbag who dumps people once he's tired of playing and has no intention of getting married," Jiang Chiyan said indifferently.
His tone was cold.
His expression was not very pleasant either.
Beside them, Yin Xiaomo looked at Jiang Chiyan, then at Xiao Cheng.
His gaze wandered between them for quite a while before he belatedly realized that the atmosphere between these two seemed a little off.
Yin Xiaomo felt quite unnecessary, like a very bright third wheel. "Um, I'm going to the restroom. You two talk."
With that, Yin Xiaomo turned and headed for the restroom.
As he passed Jiang Chiyan, Yin Xiaomo felt it necessary to explain on behalf of his buddy who had slept in the bunk above his...
So Yin Xiaomo cleared his throat and looked at Jiang Chiyan. "Um... Xiao Cheng isn't a scumbag."
Jiang Chiyan looked at him coldly.
That stare made Yin Xiaomo's heart tremble, but he pressed on. "Xiao Cheng and I shared a dorm in college. We slept together and showered together. I know him..."
Jiang Chiyan's expression grew even colder. His gaze fell on Xiao Cheng, and he pressed his lips into a straight line before repeating, "Slept together and showered together?"
Xiao Cheng looked at Yin Xiaomo in exasperation, wanting to say something, but he could not speak as fast as Yin Xiaomo, who beat him to it again.
Yin Xiaomo said, "Yeah, we were inseparable. Pretty girls confessed to him every day, and handsome guys too, but he... (turned them all down)"
The veins at Jiang Chiyan's temples throbbed, and an icy chill enveloped him.
Yin Xiaomo was badly frightened. His voice grew quieter and quieter until he fell completely silent.
Through gritted teeth, Jiang Chiyan forced a smile at Yin Xiaomo. "Excuse us. I still have business with... this Mr. Xiao Cheng who gets confessions every day."
Hearing those words, Yin Xiaomo felt as though he had been granted a pardon and hurried away. Xiao Cheng could not stop him even by pulling at him.
Xiao Cheng turned to Jiang Chiyan. "Jiang..."
He had barely gotten out the word "Jiang" when Jiang Chiyan gripped his waist and hauled him toward the private room, half dragging and half carrying him.
On the way, Xiao Cheng stumbled, losing his footing and nearly falling.
Jiang Chiyan stopped, hooked an arm beneath Xiao Cheng's knees, swept him up into his arms, and strode toward the private room.
It was the first time in his life Xiao Cheng had been carried bridal-style. Embarrassed and annoyed, he buried his head against Jiang Chiyan's chest. Afraid of attracting attention, he could only lower his voice. "Jiang Chiyan, put me down!!!"
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do I have to tie up your hands and feet before you'll behave?"
Xiao Cheng instantly behaved.
Carrying Xiao Cheng back to the private room's entrance, Jiang Chiyan kicked the door open hard and carried him over to a chair.
Being jostled in Jiang Chiyan's arms the whole way had nearly made Xiao Cheng throw up.
Before he could recover, Jiang Chiyan braced both hands on the chair's armrests and leaned in, his tone icy. "Mr. Xiao, exactly how many unwanted admirers do you have?"
Without waiting for Xiao Cheng to speak, Jiang Chiyan reached out and pinched his chin, his expression indifferent. "Do I have to imprison you in a little dark room before you'll behave and stop attracting admirers?"
Jiang Chiyan thought he had probably caught this from Xiao Cheng.
Imprisonment...
Build an enormous gilded cage, then have a pair of handcuffs custom-made to fit Xiao Cheng's wrists.
That really seemed rather nice.
But Jiang Chiyan knew he could not bring himself to do it.
He cared too much about Xiao Cheng.
Jiang Chiyan grew slightly distracted, and the hand pinching Xiao Cheng's chin unconsciously tightened.
"That hurts..." The stinging pain on his skin made Xiao Cheng frown, and he involuntarily hissed. "Let go."
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes. "You want me to let go?"
Xiao Cheng gripped his wrist, his tone utterly serious. "If it means being locked together with you for a lifetime, I don't mind imprisonment. What do you say, Mr. Jiang? Are you afraid of me?"
Before Jiang Chiyan could speak, Xiao Cheng stood up, turned the tables, and pushed Jiang Chiyan down into the chair.
He roughly pulled off his tie, wound it tightly around Jiang Chiyan's wrists, forced his hands behind his back, and tied the other end to a chair leg.
Then Xiao Cheng took off Jiang Chiyan's tie.
Jiang Chiyan's eyes were covered. His vision went dark, and he could not see anything.
Beside his ear were Xiao Cheng's warm breaths and resonant voice. "Mr. Jiang, I won't attract admirers anymore, and you're not allowed to seduce anyone else either."
As Xiao Cheng spoke, he undid the crystal buttons on Jiang Chiyan's shirt with one hand.
One by one, from top to bottom.
Jiang Chiyan's collarbones, chest, abs, and V-lines were revealed before Xiao Cheng, one after another.
Jiang Chiyan's hands were bound, and he could not break free.
Yet he merely crossed his legs casually and let Xiao Cheng do as he pleased, laughter in his voice. "Then how does Mr. Xiao intend to keep me in line? I'm rather curious... what it feels like to be a henpecked husband."
Xiao Cheng said nothing and sent several messages on his phone.
Twenty minutes later.
A knock sounded at the private room's door.
Jiang Chiyan heard a voice outside. "Sir, the things you requested have arrived."
In the darkness, Jiang Chiyan heard Xiao Cheng's voice again. "Understood. Leave them at the door. I'll bring them in myself."
Then came a series of noises.
It seemed Xiao Cheng had brought something into the private room.
The next second.
Jiang Chiyan felt a chill across his upper body as Xiao Cheng pulled his shirt open...
In the darkness, a sudden cold pain at his collarbone made Jiang Chiyan frown and let out a muffled, indistinct grunt.
"Does it hurt?" A trace of distress flashed through Xiao Cheng's eyes as he asked, yet his hands did not pause at all.
The cold, sharp instrument laid down a large tattoo over the cool, pale skin at Jiang Chiyan's collarbone.
A small cluster of deep purple Louis XIV Roses, their buds poised to bloom, alluring and wicked.
The color of the roses reflected in Xiao Cheng's pupils, as though a faint bloody mist had spread through them.
Obsessive, pathological, dark, crazed.
Jiang Chiyan said nothing.
His silence made flecks of murderous intent spill into Xiao Cheng's eyes.
Chiyan...
Do you think I'm crazy? Are you afraid of me?
Just then-
Jiang Chiyan chuckled and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Xiao Cheng froze. At that moment, Jiang Chiyan's words, his voice trembling slightly from pain, sounded like heavenly music to his ears.
Smiling, Jiang Chiyan added, "If you wanted my life, I'd slit my wrists. For this... did you really need to blindfold me and tie my wrists? Mr. Xiao, your man isn't that fragile."
Xiao Cheng remained silent.
His hands moved deftly and efficiently. Clearly, he had planned this long ago.
He wanted to leave his own mark on Jiang Chiyan.
An unknown amount of time passed.
A lifelike cluster of Louis XIV Roses bloomed.
They seemed to give off a faint fragrance.
Beside the roses were two beautifully flowing letters-
XC.
XC... the abbreviation for Xiao Cheng.
It meant that Jiang Chiyan belonged to Xiao Cheng.
On Xiao Cheng's body, in the same spot at his collarbone, there was also a cluster of Louis XIV Roses like this.
The roses' leaves and petals were exactly the same as those on Jiang Chiyan's body.
Only, beside the cluster of roses on Xiao Cheng's body, the letters were-
JCY.
The abbreviation for Jiang Chiyan.
Xiao Cheng tossed aside the metal instrument in his hand and stood beside the chair, looking down at Jiang Chiyan.
Xiao Cheng reached out and stroked the roses on Jiang Chiyan's collarbone. His fingertips followed Jiang Chiyan's slightly cool skin, gradually moving down...
Jiang Chiyan let out a low groan, barely able to suppress the heat within him, and said through gritted teeth, "Xiao Cheng, untie my wrists."
Xiao Cheng lowered his eyelids impassively, leaned close to Jiang Chiyan's ear, and uttered two words. "Beg me."
"Beg me," Xiao Cheng repeated. "Between the two of us, who's the husband and who's the wife? If Mr. Jiang doesn't behave and spell it out clearly, today... don't expect to be untied."
Minors, don't get tattoos!!! Please develop sound values, and don't imitate high-risk behavior.
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