The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 20

The amber sunlight peered boldly through the sheer curtains, spying on the two figures entangled on the bed. Shen Congbai was still in a dream, instinctively burying himself deeper into the quilt to escape the piercing light.

It wasn’t until he felt the warmth of another body beneath his cheek that he blearily propped himself up, trying to see what it was. As he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yan lying beneath him, looking as though he had been awake for a long time.

Seeing him wake, Jiang Yan rested his palm protectively on the boy’s waist. With his other hand, he toyed with the ribbons of Shen Congbai’s pajamas, bringing them to his nose to sniff. His eyes held a dark, inscrutable glint, leaving no clue as to how long he had been watching.

Shen Congbai was instantly wide awake.

The heartbeat beneath his palm made him realize how compromising their current position was; if he sat back just a fraction more, he would be completely pressed against that part of Jiang Yan.

His spine stiffened. “Why are you in my bed?”

Jiang Yan’s hand instinctively dove into Shen Congbai’s pajamas, slowly caressing the curve of his waist. He replied lazily, “I was treating the Young Master’s wounds until midnight and accidentally fell asleep.”

He added suggestively, “Besides, didn’t we always sleep like this before?”

Shen Congbai’s face flushed a deep red. In high school, he had picked up some habit from somewhere and forced Jiang Yan to warm his bed every single night. If he was a minute late, Shen Congbai would say it was too hot; a minute early, and it was too cold. He had been incredibly difficult to please.

Remembering the past, Shen Congbai couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the fabric. “That was when we were kids. We’re grown up now, we can’t… ah!“

He let out a startled cry. Jiang Yan hooked an arm around his waist and flipped them over. In the motion, Jiang Yan’s silk pajamas were pulled aside by Shen Congbai, revealing a large portion of a full, powerful chest.

Having just woken up, Jiang Yan’s voice carried the magnetic resonance unique to an adult man. He propped his chin on one hand, his eyes hooking onto Shen Congbai like a lure. “Young Master, does high school count as childhood? I served you through so many mornings; I’ve long since ceased to be ‘clean.'”

“Stop talking.” Shen Congbai’s voice dropped, feeling an intense regret for his past “rogue” behavior.

Jiang Yan, however, was relentless, sounding almost nostalgic. “The Young Master is so fragrant and beautiful; serving you wasn’t a chore at all. Who knows how many people envied me for being the one to wait on you?”

Shen Congbai was extremely uncomfortable with Jiang Yan’s constant talk of “serving” him. He looked closely at Jiang Yan, only to find the man’s face was even redder than his own. Jiang Yan’s Adam’s apple was exposed right before his eyes, sliding up and down sexily.

Shen Congbai had always lacked resistance toward beautiful things; otherwise, he wouldn’t have claimed the dirty, bedraggled Jiang Yan as his “lackey” back then, refusing to let him run away.

Moreover, now that Jiang Yan’s features had matured, his face was even more breathtaking. Paired with this “just-been-ravaged” expression, Shen Congbai found himself staring blankly.

He swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry. Guiltily, he shifted his waist back and forced his gaze away. “Get away from me. Why are you leaning so close…”

He couldn’t continue. That shameless Jiang Yan had thrust his chest right in front of him. Shen Congbai was practically going cross-eyed looking at it. How can this man have so little ‘male virtue’?

To his surprise, Jiang Yan pulled back in the next instant. A flash of disappointment crossed Shen Congbai’s eyes, followed by a furious glare of embarrassment. “What are you doing, moving around while naked!”

Jiang Yan waved the object in his hand innocently. “The Young Master’s face was so red; I wanted to find a thermometer to see if you were sick.”

Shen Congbai practically exploded, stammering incoherently, “Who—who’s blushing? You’re shameless!”

A trace of a smile flickered on Jiang Yan’s lips. “Why is the Young Master so agitated? Did you not rest well last night?”

“You have the nerve to ask! What did you give me to smell yesterday? Why did I suddenly faint!”

Shen Congbai grew even angrier at the mention of it. He shoved Jiang Yan away, but without any support, the force recoiled, and he toppled back onto the bed, sinking into the soft quilt.

Jiang Yan was startled and quickly hauled him back up. “Young Master, did you hurt yourself?”

Shen Congbai felt a sharp sting in his waist he might have twisted it when he fell but there was no way he would admit his waist was “weak” in front of another man. He grit his teeth. “I’m fine… hiss!“

Jiang Yan frowned and placed his hand on the boy’s side, skillfully kneading the area. “Is that better?”

The comfort was so great that Shen Congbai couldn’t help but let out a small hum, but he was still fixated on the “drugging” grudge from yesterday. “You still haven’t answered my question!”

The pressure on his waist suddenly intensified. Unable to take the force, Shen Congbai’s eyes instantly reddened. He looked at Jiang Yan in terror. “Why… why are you being so rough?”

He clutched his waist and gasped, his voice taking on a crying tone. “Hiss… it hurts… you’re going to break my waist.”

Jiang Yan loosened his grip, looking aggrieved as he protested his innocence. “The Young Master has truly misunderstood me. You were simply too tired yesterday and fell asleep.”

Shen Congbai wasn’t going to be brushed off so easily. “You’re lying. I smelled something.”

Jiang Yan explained, “There might have been some ointment from my own injuries on the towel. Seeing the Young Master so covered in dirt, I acted in haste and used it to wipe your face.”

Shen Congbai’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How could you use something you rubbed on your body to wipe my face?” His small face fell. “That’s so gross.”

Before Jiang Yan could respond, a slender leg pressed against him, delivering two light, indignant kicks. Shen Congbai, like a little kitten, scolded him in a thin voice: “Bad guy!”

Jiang Yan’s brow furrowed. He caught the boy’s ankle, his eyelids twitching with restrained emotion. “Don’t move around.”

Shen Congbai ignored him entirely. After pulling his foot back, he tried to crawl toward the head of the bed. He was only wearing a loose bathrobe; as he arched his back to crawl away, the hem slid up, barely covering the tops of his thighs.

Jiang Yan’s gaze darkened. Shen Congbai’s spine stiffened as he suddenly remembered something he had to ask. Without looking back, he said, “Where’s your phone? I want to borrow it to make a call.”

Jiang Yan propped his head on his hand, watching Shen Congbai with great interest. Hearing this, his fingertips brushed over the boy’s shackled ankle, caressing it slowly as if playing with a piece of jade.

Jiang Yan replied nonchalantly, “It’s pressed under me, not on the nightstand.”

Shen Congbai pouted. Just as he was about to push Jiang Yan aside to get the phone, he was dragged by the ankle back underneath the man. Before he could cry out, his lips were blocked by Jiang Yan.

The biting was a bit painful, and a watery sheen appeared in Shen Congbai’s eyes. He couldn’t push the man away, so he thumped his fists against Jiang Yan’s shoulders to make him let go, but his movements were easily restrained.

He let out an unhappy whimper. Fearing he would make the boy cry, Jiang Yan kissed him for a while longer before stopping with lingering interest.

Jiang Yan panted, his thumb pressing against Shen Congbai’s lips as they shared a close, whispered moment. “Calling Shen Que again?”

Shen Congbai shot him a glare, but it lacked any lethality. Instead, it only made Jiang Yan more excited; his fingertips reached fully into the boy’s mouth.

Shen Congbai couldn’t stop gagging from the intrusion. Saliva he couldn’t swallow slid down his chin, only to be licked clean by Jiang Yan.

“Mm…”

Jiang Yan’s hot breath spilled into his ear. Shen Congbai turned his head away in rejection, but he was seized by the back of the neck and pulled back.

Jiang Yan gave a low laugh. “I haven’t finished speaking; why is the Young Master in such a hurry to leave?”

He withdrew his hand from Shen Congbai’s mouth. Sticky saliva lingered between his fingers. Shen Congbai looked on with a flushed face, covering his mouth as he murmured, “I’ve been out for too long. If I don’t tell Brother, he’ll be worried.”

Jiang Yan slowly massaged the soft flesh at the back of the boy’s neck. “I already called and told him yesterday. Big Brother was very happy to see that the two of us have such a good relationship.”

Shen Congbai shrank his neck, sounding uncertain. “Really?” He pursed his lips. “Did he ask anything else?”

“No.” Jiang Yan tied the ribbons of his own robe, suddenly remembering something. “He only said for you to come back early. Next week is Old Master Shen’s eightieth birthday; he probably wants you to make sure you attend.”

Shen Congbai lowered his eyelids, feeling conflicted. “And what about you?”

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. “I can take responsibility for driving the Young Master to the airport.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Shen Congbai looked at him with some obstinacy. “I mean… will you go to Grandpa’s birthday?”

“No.” Jiang Yan walked off the bed and picked Shen Congbai up with one hand, walking easily toward the bathroom. “I can’t leave Port A. I can’t go.”

Shen Congbai was placed on the vanity, with a thick towel thoughtfully placed beneath him so he wouldn’t feel the cold. He frowned and grabbed Jiang Yan’s hand, demanding, “What do you mean you can’t leave Port A?”

He felt Jiang Yan’s body stiffen for a moment. Then, he heard the man speak with a hint of despondency: “Doesn’t the Young Master know? To preserve your identity, Big Brother gave the port rights to me. Since then, the Feng family’s offensive has been aimed directly at Port A. I have no family foundation to support me, so many people are targeting me.”

Sensing Shen Congbai’s palm suddenly tighten, a dark glint flashed in Jiang Yan’s eyes. “The moment I leave Port A, someone might not be able to resist taking action…”

“Enough!” Shen Congbai bit his lip hard, his heart filled with panic and unease. “Don’t say any more.”

Jiang Yan, however, was relentless, adding: “It’s just my bad luck. I thought the good days had finally arrived, but then the Feng family started their crackdown on Port A.”

He looked at Shen Congbai and sighed. “I’ve just failed to live up to Big Brother’s expectations. He probably didn’t know the Feng family would target Port A either.”

The more Shen Congbai heard, the worse his expression became. The fingertips hanging at his side were clenched until they turned white. How could Shen Que not know? He just… he just wanted to use the Feng family’s hand to get rid of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan’s words from yesterday surfaced in his mind again. That bouquet of tulips… is Shen Que really completely unaware?