As Yan Shenyu spoke, he took off his shoes, leaving only his socks, and sat on the back seat. He bent over and tied his ankles. The shoelaces were wrapped around his ankles again and again, then tied into a pretty bow.
However, tying her hands was a problem. Yan Shenyu had no choice but to hand over the other shoelace. Whether it was shyness or the effect of the drug, her cheeks were a little red: "President Xie, could you help me tie my hands?"
Xie Siyan stared at the black shoelace in silence for a long time. Just when Yan Shenyu thought he was going to refuse, he spoke up, his voice deep: "Are you sure?"
“I’m pretty sure,” Yan Shenyu nodded hurriedly. “Although I seem normal now, the volcano inside me is on the verge of erupting. If I don’t restrain myself, I’ll definitely do something irreversible to you.”
Xie Siyan: "You've tied yourself up, aren't you afraid I might do something to you?"
“No,” Yan Shenyu shook her head, her eyes showing no sign of defensiveness. “You’re a good person; you wouldn’t take advantage of someone in distress.”
Xie Siyan: "..."
Although it was a compliment, why did it not sound so pleasant?
Not only was he unhappy, but he was even slightly angry. Xie Siyan began to take his anger out on Yan Shenyu: "Can't you just hold back?"
Yan Shenyu: "Although saying this might sound like I'm a scumbag, please believe me, I'm already doing my best to endure it."
"Uh..." Xie Siyan said no more, took the shoelace, and instructed, "Give me your hand."
The commanding tone conveyed a sense of oppressive authority from someone who had long held a superior position.
Xie Siyan didn't usually talk to him like that. Yan Shenyu was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and quickly offered his hands.
His wrists were very thin, almost hairless, and two pale skins exposed under the light revealed bluish veins beneath.
Because his skin was so fair, the red marks on his wrists were particularly noticeable.
Xie Siyan frowned, unaware of the displeasure hidden in his tone: "How did this happen?"
"Hmm?" Yan Shenyu looked down and noticed the red mark on her wrist. "I was grabbed by someone at the bar before, that's probably where it was left."
Like the original owner, this body of his was prone to leaving marks, perhaps due to its pale complexion. He often had bruises that seemed to come from nowhere, and even a simple scrub in the shower would leave red welts. Fortunately, he wasn't prone to scarring; although he was often covered in bruises, they would usually disappear after a couple of days.
Such marks on the wrists are so common that Yan Shenyu didn't pay any attention to them and quietly waited for Xie Siyan to bandage his wrists.
However, after waiting for a long time without any action from the other party, Yan Shenyu was already at her limit and had no choice but to remind him, "President Xie?"
Xie Siyan then began to move.
Yan Shenyu originally just wanted him to tie her up casually, but she didn't expect Xie Siyan to be so focused throughout the whole process, as if he were doing some kind of meticulous work.
Xie Siyan's hand was a size larger than Yan Shenyu's, and he easily gripped Yan Shenyu's wrist with one hand. He pressed one end of the thread with his left thumb, held the other end with his right hand, and wrapped it tightly and neatly around Yan Shenyu's wrist.
This professional demeanor shocked Yan Shenyu.
"So you're quite the expert at tying ropes?"
Is it true that true talent is often hidden? Could it be that Xie Siyan has some niche hobby related to "human bondage"?
Xie Siyan remained noncommittal, saying in his usual tone, "I tied up more."
Yan Shenyu: ! !
Holy crap?! It's actually true?!
Yan Shenyu opened her eyes wide, as if she were meeting Xie Siyan for the first time, and looked him over again.
Without a doubt, the other party's demeanor and actions did not seem fake. Judging from his skill in tying the rope, it would be impossible for him not to have done it a hundred times or so.
Are you kidding me? A character whose main selling point is abstinence, is actually secretly engaging in bondage?!
Had he misjudged Xie Siyan all along? This guy looks like a virgin, but is actually a ruthless master who eats people alive?
Now that I'm drugged and sharing a car with him, isn't it extremely dangerous? And I even offered him a rope to tie him up?!
Ugh, Yan Shenyu, what's wrong with you?! After all this time of carefree fun, are you finally going to crash and burn?!
No, we have to run! It's dangerous if we stay any longer!!
"Don't move, it'll be done soon." Xie Siyan was tying a knot, and seeing that Yan Shenyu was not cooperating, he subconsciously used a commanding tone.
Yan Shenyu: ! !
Waaaaah!! He's doomed! He doesn't want to be a masochist!! Even if he's going to do something, he'll be the dominant one, doing the dominant one!
"What M?" Xie Siyan frowned.
!!
Yan Shenyu then realized that he had been so surprised that he had blurted out what was on his mind.
Yan Shenyu looked up, scrutinized Xie Siyan's expression, and cautiously reminded him, "S?"
Wasn't that M just now? Why are you talking about S again? Xie Siyan frowned.
Yan Shenyu continued to remind him: "You can say it all at once..."
M...S...S...M? ? S…M? !
Realizing what the other person was referring to, Xie Siyan's face immediately darkened: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
“Uh…” Yan Shenyu stared at him with wide eyes, looking like she dared not speak or ask.
Xie Siyan was amused by Yan Shen's tone. He had been a clean-living man for thirty years, and he never expected that someone would mistakenly think he had such an interest.
“I go sailing when I’m on vacation,” he explained.
Sailing out to sea? Does he intend to take me on board and cause trouble?! Using every trick in the book, to keep him occupied for three days and three nights? To leave him utterly helpless and unable to call for help?
No way! Jinjiang would never allow such a plot to happen! Or is Xie Siyan willing to cross the line to get him?!
Yan Shenyu was stunned and stood there frozen in place.
Seeing his expression, Xie Siyan knew that Yan Shenyu had misunderstood. Xie Siyan was unusually speechless and said coolly, "Tying knots is a compulsory course for every sailor."
Sailboat? Sailor? Rope? Knot?
Ah, so Xie Siyan was doing the kind of super healthy outdoor bondage exercise involving sunshine, the sea, and the beach?
Instead of the dark room, whips, handcuffs... the kind of indoor bondage that Jinjiang would censor?
"Uh..." Yan Shenyu fell silent, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"I...I'm so sorry..." He didn't even dare to look at Xie Siyan, only daring to lower his head and apologize, "I accidentally misunderstood..."
Xie Siyan was initially angry; he genuinely couldn't understand how Yan Shenyu could think of him like that. He had never harbored any improper thoughts towards him. But looking at the other's flushed ears and head almost buried in his chest, Xie Siyan found that he couldn't bring himself to be angry.
He held Yan Shenyu's hand and wrapped the thread around her wrist for the last time, then tied a bow around her wrist.
"Alright." Xie Siyan released his hands.
"Oh, thank you," Yan Shenyu said, still feeling embarrassed. After withdrawing her hands, she added, "You've really gone to a lot of trouble."
Xie Siyan turned his body and faced the window, and said nothing more.
The bar street was terribly congested late at night; even luxury cars worth millions could only crawl along. Xie Siyan looked at the crowded road ahead and felt inexplicably irritated.
More than ten minutes had passed since they left the bar, and they had traveled less than a kilometer. This meant that he and Yan Shenyu would have to stay in the car for even longer.
Every extra second spent with him means that that second will be out of his control.
Xie Siyan disliked this feeling of being out of control. He asked the driver, "How much longer until we reach the hospital?"
The driver glanced at the map navigation; the road ahead was a deep purple-red. Somewhat nervously, he replied, "It should take another half hour."
Xie Siyan lay back in his seat and slowly closed his eyes.
Silence returned to the car.
Rolls-Royce boasts the industry's most advanced audio system, but Xie Shiyan almost never uses it. He spends most of his time in the car focused on work, and even the little free time he has is used to close his eyes and rest; he rarely engages in distracting activities like listening to music.
But at this moment, he felt a strange pang of regret for not asking the driver to play music when he got in the car. Otherwise, he wouldn't have found the silence so unbearable. Every breath, every movement of clothing, was amplified in his ears.
Xie Siyan rubbed his temples and opened the tablet next to him to prepare for work.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." As if sensing his emotions, Yan Shenyu, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke up, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital."
Xie Siyan hummed in response, his attitude somewhat indifferent.
It was because he had acted too approachable that Yan Shenyu repeatedly invaded his space and lost his sense of propriety.
But not anymore. Xie Siyan had unconsciously erected a barrier around himself. They were just ordinary collaborators to begin with; returning to the status of working partners was the wise decision. After sending Yan Shenyu to the hospital, they would have no further connection. Xie Siyan thought to himself.
However, when he glanced at the reclined chair next to him, he was surprised to see a red mark on Yan Shenyu's ankle.
Xie Siyan's eyes darkened instantly, filled with a fury he himself was unaware of. Had someone touched his foot?!
But he quickly dismissed the idea. Yan Shenyu had been tying his ankles properly when Yan Shenyu tied them, and no one had touched his ankles at the bar. As for the red marks on his feet, they were probably from the shoelaces he had tied himself.
Compared to a professional bondage expert like Xie Siyan, Yan Shenyu's bondage skills were far inferior. He had only wanted to tie himself up, so he haphazardly put his shoelaces on, making the knots tight and messy.
The black straps were now tightly bound around her ankles, leaving a deep mark on her slender, fair ankles.
Xie Siyan wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but he suddenly noticed that Yan Shenyu was trembling.
The young man lay with his back to him, hunched over, his thin spine protruding high under his clothes, trembling uneasyly and fragilely, like a puppy abandoned by its mother.
He was clearly in extreme pain, but he didn't make a sound. In contrast, the red marks on his hands and feet were getting deeper and deeper, turning from a light pink to an undeniable deep pink under the restraint of the black rope.
Yan Shenyu had never known that the so-called medicine would have such a strong effect.
It was as if a water pump had been installed inside his body, continuously transmitting energy outwards, creating ripples within him that were no longer under his control.
If he had known this thing was so terrifying, he shouldn't have gone straight to the hospital in the first place. He should have done what Wu Yun did and dealt with it himself first, rather than enduring this inhuman torture.
Yan Shenyu gritted his teeth and curled himself into a small ball. He used almost all his willpower to barely maintain his sanity. He was fighting against the drugs in his body and didn't realize that his ankles were already marked with red welts.
Yan Shenyu trembled and looked up when she suddenly felt a cool touch on her ankle.
The man was kneeling in front of him, his brows furrowed, but his eyes were unusually sharp as he looked at a certain spot.
Yan Shenyu's gaze traveled downwards inch by inch—
Xie Siyan grabbed his ankle.
A note from the author:
Updated early today —
Chapter 21: He picked her up horizontally.
Yan Shenyu instinctively tried to pull his foot back, but couldn't move an inch. The man's large hand gripped his ankle tightly, the knuckles of his hand protruding, and the cuffs of his sleeves gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen under the light.