Don't Bait Me Anymore! - Chapter 5

In that instant, Gu Zhiyi’s breath nearly caught in his throat.

The next moment, he heard Sheng Yan, in the most serious tone imaginable, begin to speak.

Before this, Gu Zhiyi had thought he would detest such a thing. Yet as Sheng Yan’s voice fell, he felt all his blood surge to one place, completely forgetting what “detest” even meant.

“You…” He finally managed to force a word from his throat, but it died on his lips as he realized he didn’t know what he wanted to say next.

The same brain that effortlessly tackled advanced calculus and business competitions always seemed to go blank in the face of this man.

Fortunately, Sheng Yan didn’t intend to push him too far. He quickly withdrew his hand and, with surprising thoughtfulness, asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhiyi finally regained some composure.

After a brief hesitation, he spoke again, his voice low. “Can… can you tell me your name?”

This question truly caught Sheng Yan off guard. After all, people who have a one-night stand usually tacitly agree.

The name didn’t matter; all that mattered was enjoying the night.

That’s why Sheng Yan had never asked the other man’s name.

But now, Gu Zhiyi had asked, and he did so with a seriousness that bordered on the stubbornness unique to youth.

Sheng Yan found this amusing. He smiled and answered straightforwardly, “Sheng Yan. Sheng from ‘shengfang’ blooming and Yan from ‘yanyan’—smiling and cheerful.”

Gu Zhiyi seemed surprised by Sheng Yan’s directness. After a brief pause, he introduced himself: “Gu Zhiyi. Zhi from ‘zhiniu’—stubborn and Yi… from ‘shencaiyiyi’ radiant with vitality.”

The two A-tier words fit together perfectly. Sheng Yan’s smile widened as he nodded. “Very nice. It suits you perfectly.”

Gu Zhiyi remained silent. Sheng Yan, ever the smooth operator, steered the conversation back to adult territory. He leaned forward slightly and asked softly, “So, tell me, what kind of approach do you prefer?”

Gu Zhiyi’s muscles tensed instantly.

He didn’t answer immediately, but Sheng Yan didn’t mind. After all, the question was just a flirtatious gambit, and the answer didn’t need to be spoken.

But then he remembered how Gu Zhiyi’s hands had lingered earlier when applying body lotion, and without hesitation, Sheng Yan turned over again, exposing his entire back to Gu Zhiyi.

This time, he lay half-propped on the soft pillow, his body stretched out like a Persian cat.

The curve of his back was as if drawn by a brush, practically inviting Gu Zhiyi’s hand to grip his narrow waist.

Gu Zhiyi’s canine tooth nearly pierced the root of his tongue.

Yet when he spoke, his voice was hoarse as he asked, “Can you turn around?”

Another unexpected request. Sheng Yan turned back, raising an eyebrow. “Hmm? I thought you’d like this.”

“I don’t,” Gu Zhiyi denied firmly.

After a pause, as if realizing his tone was too blunt, he added in a low voice, “I told you before, I don’t like being coy.”

He wanted to see Sheng Yan’s face the entire time.

He wanted to be fully aware, from beginning to end, of who was driving his uncontrollable desire and how he was becoming a prisoner of his hormones.

Sheng Yan paused for a moment before readily complying, turning to face Gu Zhiyi again.

“What a coincidence,” he said, raising a hand and hooking it gently, his eyes crinkling into a smile. “Actually, I’d rather be looking at your face too. You’re really handsome.”

The bathrobe fell open, finally revealing Gu Zhiyi’s perfect physique in its entirety to Sheng Yan.

As expected, he was exactly to Sheng Yan’s taste.

Muscles clearly defined but not overly bulky, with flawless lines and every inch perfectly proportioned.

Sheng Yan raised his hand again, tracing the knife-carved contours of his abdomen as he flirted casually, “Your abs are perfectly shaped. Do you have a regular fitness routine?”

Gu Zhiyi didn’t pull away from Sheng Yan’s touch. He lowered his gaze to meet the peach-blossom eyes inches away, clearly seeing his own reflection in their depths. After a pause, his voice husky, he replied, “I go for a run every morning. Does that count as a regular routine?”

Sheng Yan’s smile widened.

It seemed his judgment was truly excellent.

The man before him possessed a naturally perfect physique.

Having reached the bottom, Sheng Yan could clearly feel the surge of arousal. He finally lifted his long legs, his pale lips parting slightly as he whispered, as alluringly as a siren, “From now on, you can do whatever you want to me.”

Sheng Yan’s words were like a lit match tossed into dry grass, or the sudden snapping of a bomb’s fuse. In an instant, a raging fire erupted in Gu Zhiyi’s mind, burning through the last thread of his sanity.

When Gu Zhiyi snapped back to his senses, he realized he was leaning over Sheng Yan, his hands braced on either side of Sheng Yan’s head, his body nearly completely enveloping him.

Sheng Yan’s thin lips, which had just uttered such seductive words, were still slightly parted, revealing a hint of crimson tongue.

The urge to capture them, to savor them slowly, was irresistible.

Gu Zhiyi, losing all self-control, leaned closer and closer… closer.

Until their noses brushed, mere millimeters from kissing those lips that could so easily bewitch the heart.

But in the tangled dance of their breaths, he stopped himself.

The muscles in Gu Zhiyi’s arms, braced on either side, tensed to their limit, veins clearly visible on the backs of his hands a clear sign of his struggle to restrain himself.

Yet in the end, he didn’t kiss those lips.

Even with no prior experience in real combat, Gu Zhiyi knew that only lovers kissed.

And they weren’t lovers.

So he shifted slightly upward, his lips finally landing.

On the small mole on Sheng Yan’s nose.

A perfectly placed mole that added a touch of allure to the entire face.

When he kissed it, it didn’t feel particularly different, yet Gu Zhiyi’s heart still fluttered.

He suddenly closed his eyes and, relying entirely on instinct, extended his tongue to lightly lick the mole.

The touch was so light that Sheng Yan gave a silent, surprised gasp, but the sensation instantly ignited his desire—

The little wolf cub is learning fast without any lessons.

“I’m so greedy,” Sheng Yan said, raising his hand to gently pinch Gu Zhiyi’s nose like one might tease a dog, his voice laced with familiarity. “Little dog.”

He deliberately slurred the last syllable, making it sound almost identical to “Xiao Gu.”

Gu Zhiyi naturally misheard it, but even the misheard version was enough to make his head spin.

Pure desire finally overshadowed all hesitation. Gu Zhiyi no longer held back.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy.

Sheng Yan drew a shallow breath.

Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Gu Zhiyi, struggling to regain a sliver of composure amidst the unfamiliar tingling, hesitantly asked, “Are… are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Sheng Yan smiled at Gu Zhiyi, his lips curving upward. “Continue. Take it slow at first…”

The rhythm of advancement and retreat, the pace and intensity—all were dictated by Sheng Yan.

Yet with each word, the pauses between them grew longer.

Gu Zhiyi might not have realized that for Sheng Yan, this was also an unprecedented experience.

The pleasure exceeded his expectations, perhaps not solely from the physical sensation itself, but also from the emotional feedback.

Sheng Yan relished the process of setting the rhythm and guiding a novice.

It was like taming a beast.

And as it turned out, intelligent people did indeed learn everything quickly.

Crystal-clear beads of sweat rolled slowly from his forehead, tracing the sharp, taut line of his jaw, which was tightened to its limit.

They continued their descent, sliding over the prominent, pulsing Adam’s apple.

Suddenly, Sheng Yan’s hand moved upward, palm pressing against the back of Gu Zhiyi’s neck. With a gesture of absolute control, diametrically opposed to Gu Zhiyi’s current position and leaving no room for resistance, he forced Gu Zhiyi to lower his head further.

Then, his neck arched in a swan-like curve as he parted his lips slightly, drawing the bead of sweat into his mouth.

“Well done,” he said, remembering to offer timely praise.

He probably had no idea what he looked like at that moment.

His eyes, nose, and entire neck were tinged with a faint crimson hue, and his gaze was veiled in a hazy mist.

Yet his eyes and tone betrayed an utterly opposite arrogance, even carrying a hint of the authority that only those in power should possess.

This extreme contrast was utterly seductive, making one want to submit, yet also making one want to possess him more.

In a fleeting moment, Sheng Yan’s eyes seemed to flicker as if momentarily losing focus.

Sensing something, Gu Zhiyi couldn’t resist leaning close to Sheng Yan’s ear and whispering something.

Before Sheng Yan could respond, Gu Zhiyi suddenly seemed to unlock a new mode, calling out again: “Brother.”

He was significantly younger than Sheng Yan and should have called him “brother” naturally, but choosing to do so at this exact moment imbued the word with an indescribable meaning.

Meeting Sheng Yan’s raised eyebrow, Gu Zhiyi tried again, watching with satisfaction as the mist in Sheng Yan’s eyes thickened. Finally, Gu Zhiyi revealed his first truly clear smile of the night, making his already stunning face come alive with expression. Lowering his voice, he pressed close to Sheng Yan’s ear, as if finally winning a point, and repeated the question, each word deliberate: “Is it here, brother?”

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