There was a half-second of silence between them. Jian Yunxian slowly opened his eyes wide and reached out to protect his chest: "Mr. Yi, do you mean to..."
“…I’m fucking afraid you’ll get electrocuted!” Yi Heye said through gritted teeth, his face flushed. “Get out of here, I need to wash.”
Jian Yunxian quickly rolled out.
Yi Heye took a quick bath and was so distracted that he quickly adjusted his mindset. He thought to himself that the night was long and that the guy in front of him, who was drunk and could barely stand, would surely reveal countless flaws.
It wasn't until he finished washing up and, following muscle memory, groped his way back to his room in the dark, that he threw off the covers and crawled inside. It seemed he touched a warm hand, and then he jumped up in fright again.
With a "snap," the light was switched on, and Yi Heye saw Jian Yunxian huddled in his blankets, looking completely innocent.
They looked at each other, then remained silent.
Then, Jian Yunxian obediently moved to the side and patted the remaining half of the bed: "Come here."
Yi Heye then remembered that he only had one bed at home.
He turned around and said, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
It wasn't until he got to the living room that he realized he didn't have a sofa.
...When he turned around and went back to his room, intending to sleep on the floor, he heard that guy's long, drawn-out breathing again.
She fell asleep again in just a few seconds.
Yi Heye couldn't help but steal a glance at his face in the moonlight—his skin was tinted ivory white by the moonlight, and his curled eyelashes seemed to be bathed in moonlight as well. At this moment, he seemed to be completely unguarded, his eyebrows relaxed, and his whole face seemed to be glowing with a soft light.
Like the expensive white sculpture next to the fountain at the entrance of the management bureau.
At this moment, the man was curled up on the single bed, with an empty space in his arms, clearly reserved for him.
Yi Heye looked at that spot, then at the button tightly fastened on his chest, and his heart began to race uncontrollably again.
This is a rare opportunity, Yi Heye.
His extremely responsible attitude towards work allowed him to put aside all worldly distractions at this moment.
He crouched low and bent over, reaching out to grab the button.
Just a second before his fingertips touched the target, a tremendous force slammed him onto the bed—the alert guy had actually woken up.
At this moment, Yi Heye no longer cared about saving face. He looked up at those deep green eyes and his body reflexively resisted, twisting Yi Heye's wrist with one hand.
With both hands, Jian Yunxian was no match for him, but unfortunately, he had removed his left hand before taking a shower, reducing his fighting ability by at least 30%.
Just as he was about to use both hands and feet to tear off his clothes no matter what, Jian Yunxian suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
This was an unexpected move. Yi Heye didn't understand what dirty trick this person was going to use for a moment. In the next second of his hesitation, everything was turned upside down and he was pushed onto the bed.
In this position, Yi Heye couldn't exert any strength at all. He watched helplessly as Jian Yunxian leaned over him, her knees somehow pressing against his crotch.
Yi Heye's intuition told him that this posture was not right.
He looked up in a fluster. In the moonlight, Jian Yunxian's expression was utterly sincere, and his tone was extremely polite.
"Mr. Yi, could you fuck me?"
Author's Note:
Ye Bao, look how sincere he is, why don't you...?
Chapter 59, No. 059
Upon hearing this, Yi Heye's eyes widened like copper bells in an instant.
Even more terrifying was that his first thought was that if he could see what was under his clothes, it wasn't entirely out of the question...
He frantically snapped himself out of his daze—Yi Heye, no matter how dedicated you are, it shouldn't be this bad!! It can't be this bad!!!
Even if it means resorting to any means necessary, we must resolutely win this battle to protect our first love!
He forced himself to calm down, then held his breath and did a sudden sit-up, biting Jian Yunxian's arm.
This trick usually works, but this time, the guy stared intently at him with bright eyes, completely ignoring the row of teeth marks on his arm.
Yi Heye was shocked and let go, without even being able to taste what mutton tasted like.
At this moment, Yi Heye's workaholic brain actually began to analyze knowledge points—AI's stimulus-response pattern is that the visual system receives and transmits signals, the processing center analyzes the signals, calculates the corresponding response, and then connects them to the effector.
Such reflexes lack direct receptors and differ significantly from human unconditioned reflexes. Simply put, machines only produce corresponding behaviors after seeing a stimulus and determining "to respond to that stimulus." However, for a high-precision machine like Jian Yunxian, the delay is negligible when the machine is not under the influence of alcohol.
After he had completely analyzed Jian Yunxian's reaction mechanism, he belatedly realized that now was not the time to think about this problem.
At this moment, he vaguely sensed that the guy was getting restless and his actions were gradually becoming more and more unruly.
What's worse, amidst that enthusiastic interaction, Yi Heye himself started to get a little carried away...
If this continues, something bad is bound to happen.
Yi Heye hurriedly raised his knee and stood between the two: "Stop!"
Jian Yunxian, who was always polite and well-mannered, immediately stopped, but still maintained an absolutely domineering posture, looking at him with teary eyes: "Please."
Looking into his sincere gaze, Yi Heye was almost deceived by his own burning impulse, but he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and became vigilant: "No!"
Jian Yunxian propped himself up and stared at him for a long time until the intense flames that had almost engulfed him died down. Only then did he slowly release his grip and step back, his breath heavy.
?
They actually let go?
Yi Heye's breathing was also completely disordered. At this moment, he looked at Jian Yunxian in disbelief—this guy actually stopped just like that, isn't he a real man?!
Jian Yunxian looked pained and closed his eyes, saying, "If you don't want to, then don't do it. I'll just have to bear with it."
Yi Heye stared in shock at the man's slightly trembling eyelashes, and seeing the exquisite, flawless discomfort on his face, he felt a pang of guilt for a moment.
There was also a hint of unspeakable disappointment stemming from the fact that the problem had not been solved.
The next second, the guy slightly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a pleading look: "Then can you sleep here?"
Yi Heye glanced at the hard, cold floor, then looked at the guy's pitiful expression, and the trace of pity he had felt earlier was completely shaken.
—Compared to what I wanted at the beginning, sleeping here is not an unreasonable request at all, right?
So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, turned around, and carefully curled up with his back to Jian Yunxian.
The next second, that guy grabbed him from behind and hugged him.
Seemingly caught in some kind of trap—Yi Heye suddenly opened his eyes, and was about to reach out and pry the guy open when the man's face also brushed against him.
Actually, there were no particularly inappropriate actions, but Yi Heye was already aroused, and faced with the overwhelming fragrance, he finally couldn't resist.
After subconsciously making an indecent gesture towards the blanket, Yi Heye immediately came to his senses. Just as he was about to run away, he was caught red-handed by Jian Yunxian.
"It's alright, sir." The guy leaned close to his ear, almost biting it, "As long as we don't cross that line, it's fine, right?"
His voice was very pleasant. Yi Heye admitted that he was bewitched.
That night, after a final struggle, Jian Yunxian gave in and agreed to sit back-to-back with him, each doing their own thing without disturbing the other.
Saying that they wouldn't disturb each other is a lie. After all, with their backs pressed together, any sound or movement would be amplified many times over, inevitably speeding up the entire journey.
But Yi Heye's strong competitive spirit wouldn't allow him to lose to his arch-rival. He gritted his teeth and persevered for a long, long time before he suddenly realized—comparing battery life to a power-hungry machine is probably insane.
Just as he was about to declare the end of it and drift off to sleep, a jolt of electricity shot through his back, almost bringing tears to his eyes.
Yi Heye was furious and exhausted, but still managed to firmly grip his fingers: "You motherfucker..."
Jian Yunxian was still processing the situation, and it took him a long time to retort with a false accusation: "It was you who leaked electricity."
Yi Heye wearily opened his eyes and angrily cursed, "...I didn't even bring my prosthetic leg!"
Jian Yunxian resorted to shamelessness: "That's your brain-computer interface."
“…You’re the boss.” Yi Heye was too exhausted to curse anymore. He rolled his eyes and closed them in a daze.
He hadn't crossed the line after all. Before going to sleep, Yi Heye was so exhausted that he just let go of his shame—he hadn't crossed that line, but it felt like something very important had been broken.
This is really bad.
The next morning, looking at the wrinkled bed, Yi Heye gradually realized that he had been busy all night and hadn't even lifted up his clothes.
Damn it... I've been busy for nothing.
Pushing open the door, I heard the sizzling sound of eggs frying coming from the kitchen—this guy hadn't left; he was still busy preparing breakfast.
Yi Heye glanced through the door.
The person was very skilled at cooking, and with an apron tied around their waist, they looked quite domestic.
Hearing the noise behind the door, the guy tilted his head slightly and asked, "Honey, do you want the fried egg runny?"
Yi Heye was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "Don't let it run dry."
Jian Yunxian nodded and said, "The hot water is ready. You can make your own milk. I've already fed Xiaoyunduo. After breakfast, I'll take it downstairs for a walk."
Yi Heye hummed in agreement and sat back down at the dining table.
The very natural conversation he had just heard reminded him of the way his parents interacted, as seen in TV dramas.
He had always longed for this kind of "family" atmosphere. For a moment, he seemed to put himself in that role, but then he realized that "Dad" and "Mom" were a married couple, and it was very inappropriate to compare them like that.
Then he remembered what happened last night, and a huge sense of shame finally crept up on him belatedly.
Damn, I actually...
Just then, Jian Yunxian walked over carrying a plate and pointing her finger.
He placed a plate of poached eggs with runny yolks in front of Yi Heye, then held up his beautiful but broken finger: "Darling, what happened last night? Why did I find another finger broken when I woke up?"
This finger was broken by Yi Heye in a fit of rage after the electric shock. To take care of him when he was drunk and unconscious, Yi Heye deliberately chose the little finger that he didn't need.
Yi Heye raised his head suspiciously, looked at Jian Yunxian who had an innocent look on his face, and asked after a long while, "What do you mean?"
Jian Yunxian blinked.
Yi Heye: "...You don't remember?"
Jian Yun replied confidently, "I don't remember."
Yi Heye: "...Where do you remember?"
Jian Yunxian said sincerely, "I just remember you were going to take me home, and then I woke up."