Qian Xiaoke felt he was being ridiculously pretentious. The two of them had already seen everything and had done everything twice. Sure, both times had failed, but there was no need to act all fake and reserved now.
But still!
He was just shy, okay?
Seeing someone in person was totally different from watching those kinds of videos. Who could even talk about that stuff with straight face?
Qian Xiaoke asked, “What did you want from me?”
On Jiang Tongyan’s side, his face was red—not just red, his heart was pounding too.
He realised he was seriously hopeless, to be worked up like this by someone like Qian Xiaoke.
That flat ass of Qian Xiaoke’s—was it really worth getting excited over?
…Okay, fine. It was.
“Can’t I call you for no reason?” Jiang Tongyan said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You owe me.”
Qian Xiaoke thought about it and figured that was fair. “Alright then. As long as you don’t bother me during work, I’m good with it.”
“……” Jiang Tongyan really wanted to roast him a bit—what work did Qian Xiaoke even have that was worth interrupting?
But on second thought, he felt that this kind of work-loving and dedicated spirit was truly something the public should learn from—including himself. So, he held his tongue and showed respect.
Respect for this young man who loved work and lived to serve.
“You’re free now, right?”
“Yeah,” Qian Xiaoke said. “Just trying to focus on soaking in the bath.”
As soon as the bath got mentioned, Jiang Tongyan’s head started to overheat.
Perfect,” he said, clearing his throat. Even though those feelings were already rising, he forced himself to act calm. “I went to see the doctor again today.”
“How did it go?” Qian Xiaoke was genuinely curious.
He had heard from Jiang Tongyan that he had been seeing a doctor recently. It had been confirmed that there was no problem physically, and it was a psychological problem. As long as he could untangle the knot in his heart, everything else would fall into place.
Qian Xiaoke was actually kind of looking forward to it.
Though… he also felt conflicted.
He knew it probably wasn’t right to think this way, but still, he was worried. What if Jiang Tongyan got cured in New York and just started having the time of his life over there? Then what about him…
Well, it didn’t matter.
He curled his lips and muttered inwardly: It has nothing to do with me.
But even as he told himself that, he still felt sour inside.
The sourness at the tip of his heart bled into his words.
“Now that you’re well, do you not need me anymore?” Qian Xiaoke pouted a little as he said it.
That question hit Jiang Tongyan right in the heart and made him laugh out loud.
“What do you think?” Jiang Tongyan thought for a second, then decided to tease him. “There are so many blue-eyed boys over here with round little asses, I…”
Before he could finish, Qian Xiaoke hung up the video call.
He was mad.
Qian Xiaoke felt angry to the point of being completely out of control.
Even though there wasn’t really anything between the two of them, Qian Xiaoke had still been that guy’s attending physician for a while. And besides, it was his first time—he’d practically broken it into pieces and offered them all to Jiang Tongyan. And in the end, not even one piece had been properly claimed. Yet now that guy was over in New York thinking about sleeping with blue-eyed and perky-assed boys?
Qian Xiaoke was not happy.
He splashed around in the bathtub like a little water duck.
A very angry water duck, who puffed up like a tiny river pufferfish.
Jiang Tongyan blinked at the ended video call and smacked his lips.
He’s jealous.
Qian Xiaoke is definitely jealous!
Jiang Tongyan burst out laughing and called him back again.
Qian Xiaoke had splashed so much the bathroom floor was soaked. He was now lying over the edge of the tub and stewing in frustration, thinking how much trouble it was going to be to clean up later—and all because of Jiang Tongyan.
His phone rang again. He glanced at it and, out of pure spite, didn’t want to pick up.
But Jiang Tongyan’s persistence ended up winning over the soft-hearted Qian Xiaoke. He answered and said, “What do you want? Go find your blue-eyed and perky-assed little boys!”
Jiang Tongyan was so smug he was practically wagging his tail in the air. “What’s with you? Jealous, huh? Tell you what—once I’m cured, I won’t go looking for anyone else. Just you. How about that?”
Qian Xiaoke still had his camera facing the bathroom wall, so even if he pouted, Jiang Tongyan wouldn’t be able to see it.
But Jiang Tongyan missed him, and he wanted to see him.
“Let me see you,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Don’t be so stingy.”
Qian Xiaoke didn’t think it was about being stingy. This was a matter of principle.
He didn’t do video sex.
That was a principle.
“Then say something nice to make me happy,” Qian Xiaoke said loftily. “Cheer me up, and I’ll consider showing you.”
Jiang Tongyan honestly didn’t have much experience with sweet-talking people, except for Qian Xiaoke.
The last time he made Qian Xiaoke mad, his method of making it up to him was to buy him a meal. At that time, Qian Xiaoke took him out to eat snail noodles.
“When I get back to China, I’ll treat you to something good,” Jiang Tongyan said seriously, trying to coax him. “Whatever you want to eat—ten bowls of spicy hotpot, ten bowls of snail noodles—whatever else you feel like, it’s on me.”
Qian Xiaoke bursted out laughing.
He wasn’t laughing at the food, but because he suddenly realised that Jiang Tongyan actually remembered all the messy little things he liked to eat. And he even knew that he could coax him with it.
Qian Xiaoke pouted, blaming himself for being too easy to please.
He raised his hand and wiped his fingers dry on a towel, then tapped the screen lightly. The camera view switched from the wall to his face.
Soft and pink-cheeked, with a misty haze over the lens—it looked like a little fairy had just dropped down from heaven.
Jiang Tongyan’s palms immediately broke into a sweat.
“Couldn’t you give me a warning first?” Jiang Tongyan said. “I wasn’t mentally prepared at all!”
Qian Xiaoke hadn’t shown anything inappropriate. He had a good sense of boundaries. Even though he usually acted careless and goofy, he wasn’t clueless. After all, he had seen enough outrageous stories online like people getting threatened with nudes after a breakup, so he had developed some awareness.
Qian Xiaoke was on guard against Jiang Tongyan. He was afraid that one day, the guy might blackmail him. And he didn’t have the money to buy back his own nudes.
“Not mentally prepared?” Qian Xiaoke said innocently. “Then I’ll turn it off, okay?”
“…Qian Xiaoke! Be serious!”
Qian Xiaoke laughed. “How am I not being serious? You’re the one who insisted on video calling me while I was in the bath. You’re the weirdo here.”
“Well, wasn’t this just perfect timing…” Jiang Tongyan muttered under his breath.
He really didn’t do it on purpose—it was just a coincidence. And hey, sometimes good timing beats early timing. Since he was already here, couldn’t he at least have a look?
“So, what exactly do you want?” Qian Xiaoke asked, lounging comfortably in the bathtub. “In a bit, the water’s gonna get cold. Once it’s cold, I’m ending the call. If you can’t say it in time, then too bad.”
“I went to see the doctor again today,” Jiang Tongyan said. “The doctor said my issue is just too much mental stress, and that I should try again with, you know, that kind of person—just try it in a relaxed way.”
“Hm? That kind of person?” Qian Xiaoke didn’t get it. “What kind of person? Try what?”
Jiang Tongyan’s ears turned red. Even domineering CEOs get shy.
“That is…” Jiang Tongyan tried to sound calm, cleared his throat, and mumbled vaguely, “A lover.”
At those words, Qian Xiaoke heard his chest ‘thumped’. The leg he had propped up on the tub’s edge slipped back into the water.
“You know I don’t have a boyfriend right now,” Jiang Tongyan said. “And given who I am, it’s not really appropriate for me to just go out and find someone random.”
He looked at Qian Xiaoke seriously and said, “I have mysophobia, and I’m very self-disciplined in this regard.”
Mysophobia?
Not a chance.
Qian Xiaoke didn’t believe a word of that.
Self-discipline?
Wasn’t this the same guy who just talked about blue-eyed, perky-assed little boys?
“What are you thinking about?” Jiang Tongyan asked.
Qian Xiaoke said, “So, you came to me?”
“The doctor said if it’s a long-distance situation, I could try video,” Jiang Tongyan completely made it up. The doctor never said that—he was just spinning a story to reel Qian Xiaoke in. “I figured, it’s not really suitable to find anyone else.”
Qian Xiaoke listened with his lips pursed and his free hand absentmindedly stirring the water.
Jiang Tongyan could hear the splashing sounds and clicked his tongue. “Quit messing around.”
“What am I messing around with?” Qian Xiaoke replied. “I haven’t even said anything.”
“Your hand. Keep it to yourself,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Don’t go getting me all worked up when you’re not even gonna do anything.”
As soon as he said it, Jiang Tongyan felt ashamed and rushed to explain, “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not the type to get ho-ny at the drop of a hat.”
Well…
That part, Qian Xiaoke actually believed—since Jiang Tongyan’s, uh, functionality had been compromised.
“So basically, I’m your boyfriend substitute,” Qian Xiaoke said. “From a certain angle, that’s basically the same as a hookup buddy.”
That line caught Jiang Tongyan completely off guard.
Hookup buddy?
How did it suddenly turn into that?
“I don’t mind,” Qian Xiaoke added. “Tell you what, I’ll make a deal with you—if you agree, I’ll help you.”
Jiang Tongyan thought to himself: Wait a minute, isn’t helping me his responsibility?
But before he could say it out loud, Qian Xiaoke had already laid out his condition.
Qian Xiaoke said, “Even if you get better in New York, you’re not allowed to find someone else over there.”
Jiang Tongyan froze for a moment, then broke into a grin.
What was this?
This is possessiveness.
Qian Xiaoke is totally into him!
Jiang Tongyan thought he was about to get a love confession—but instead, Qian Xiaoke said, “You have to save your virginity for me. You owe me that.”
“Huh?” Jiang Tongyan was dumbfounded. “I owe you? How do I owe you?”
“You just do,” Qian Xiaoke said. “We’ve done it twice, and both times we didn’t go all the way. You already took two-thirds of my virginity—so you better make up for the remaining one-third. And there better not be any trace of someone else’s perfume in between!”
Jiang Tongyan was completely confused. “Perfume? Whose perfume?”
“That’s not the point,” Qian Xiaoke said. “The point is—you must stay chaste for me while you’re over there!”
Jiang Tongyan was both amused and bewildered by all this, but in the end, he still nodded.
He wasn’t planning on doing anything with anyone else anyway.
“Alright, it’s settled then.” Qian Xiaoke finally felt satisfied. Looking at Jiang Tongyan through the phone screen, he gave a tiny smile and bit his lip. He then said softly, “Gege, then let’s begin.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Jiang Tongyan suddenly felt a surge of desire shoot straight to his core. He glanced down and saw it was hard as a rock.
As expected of Qian Xiaoke.
The little devil who lived in the center of Jiang Tongyan’s heart.
Having read all the novels in the world, this seductive little bottom knew every move.
Seductive Qian Xiaoke—just one look, one coquettish sentence, and Jiang Tongyan, this old house, was instantly set ablaze.
Qian Xiaoke lifted a hand and subtly revealing his collarbone. “Gege, aren’t you hot wearing all those layers? Want me to help you unbutton your shirt?”
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