Chapter 45 Feigning Ignorance and Deceiving

In the dimly lit and cramped dressing room, Duan Mingxiao's chilling, fir scent filled the entire space, leaving no room for escape.

In the corner, Cong Chun was wearing gray boxer briefs, which were taut over her buttocks. Her long, slender legs were firm and smooth, and they were still dazzlingly white in the dim environment.

The already cramped single room suddenly felt thinner with the addition of a tall boy.

Backlit, Cong Chun couldn't see Duan Mingxiao's expression; he could only see his tall, dark figure and broad shoulders.

Cong Chun's fingers curled up, and he subconsciously spoke softly.

They seemed to be whispering something, completely oblivious to the fact that he was bare-legged.

When I was in school and living in the dormitory, there were often boys who had just taken a shower and would walk around the dormitory wearing only shorts.

When the weather is hot, men who have finished their farm work often go down to the village pond to bathe.

The old man was afraid that Xiao Congchun would get into trouble and would play in the river by himself, so he never let him go near those ponds, saying that there were water ghosts in the ponds that specifically ate children.

After hearing this, Cong Chun always kept his distance from the pond when he went out.

After reading and taking a shower, I would put on my pajamas before returning to my dorm from the bathhouse.

The air was hot and dry. The rural middle school in the town had no air conditioning, only old electric fans that creaked and groaned with their yellowed blades. Instead of providing any coolness, they added to the noise.

Some unclean boys, in order to save energy, will not even take a shower before going to bed in the summer.

Amidst the stench of sweat in the air and the hunger in his stomach, Cong Chun lay on the top bunk for an hour before finally falling into a deep sleep.

He was an oddball among the boys from childhood to adulthood. Although his family was poor, Cong Chun had all the daily necessities and clothes he needed, although some of them were outdated.

His grandma and grandpa both doted on him.

The boys slept shirtless, but Cong Chun had pajamas, and he would wear them.

In a middle school in a remote town, the boys, who were not particular about details, subconsciously excluded Cong Chun.

He looked at him with disdain and scolded Cong Chun for being a poor fussy person.

Fortunately, Cong Chun was surrounded by girls for a period of time. Although they weren't very close, it was because Cong Chun had good grades and many girls in his class would talk to him about problems they didn't understand.

Cong Chun would share the persimmon cakes that his grandmother had dried for him with them.

He has no friends and sometimes feels lonely.

Cong Chun was happy to be able to communicate with these girls; at least they wouldn't bully him.

But later all of that disappeared.

Therefore, Cong Chun felt that it was not a big deal for him to be walking around in front of the young master wearing only shorts.

Instead, he picked up the pants next to him and gestured with his thigh towards Duan Mingxiao.

"Young master, these pants are too small."

A sudden surge of irritation rose in Duan Mingxiao's heart; he didn't know what was wrong with him.

I just wanted to come in and check on things, but for some reason my legs just wouldn't obey me and I couldn't move.

It even had a faint reaction.

Duan Mingxiao had seen those kinds of movies before, but he found them to be devoid of beauty and even vulgar and disgusting.

A group of pampered young masters gathered together, all blushing. Duan Mingxiao even swallowed hard when he saw Ji Ruhui staring at the video.

Duan Mingxiao was beaten up on the spot, simply because he was in a bad mood.

Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice to Cong Chun.

"I'll have someone change it."

Why is it so white and so round?

Cong Chun nodded, her back to him. Her legs were very straight, her Achilles tendons were very long, and overall she was very beautiful.

Most importantly, although the boy in front of me looks thin, his butt is very round.

Cong Chun turned his head and saw that Duan Mingxiao had no expression, so he kindly asked him.

"Young Master, are you also coming in to change your clothes?"

What was Duan Mingxiao going to say? Was he going to call him a hooligan who barged in without a care in the world?

Then, like an animal, it becomes uncontrollably aroused in front of people.

Duan Mingxiao was very angry, his lips pressed tightly together.

Seeing that Duan Mingxiao didn't speak, Cong Chun felt strange and asked again. The boy's thin back was leaning against the wall, his bare legs with beautiful and smooth lines.

"Young master, do you need my help?"

The young master has a broken left leg, making it inconvenient to change clothes.

Duan Mingxiao chuckled, his shirt collar slightly open, revealing his sharp and strong collarbone.

The eldest son decided to follow his own heart.

Duan Mingxiao's broad palm restrained the boy's wrist, and he lowered his head to breathe warm air onto Cong Chun's cheek.

It made his face itchy, causing Cong Chun's heart to skip a beat.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao kissed Cong Chun's soft lips without saying a word.

Gentle and fleeting, a mere taste.

(He's an adult now, so this will be reviewed and glossed over.)

A moment later, the young master stared intently at the boy in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled with pleasure.

Cong Chun shook his head, his brain temporarily shut down for a moment, his eyes unblinking.

Duan Mingxiao was thrilled.

Overall, I'm in a very good mood.

A few seconds later, the young master's expression suddenly turned from sunny to gloomy, becoming dark and somber.

Why isn't Cong Chun reacting at all? Is she shy? She's not shy at all.

[Wait, could it be that before...]

Duan Mingxiao was very angry, and the consequences were severe.

He grabbed Cong Chun's arm, his tone urgent.

"Has anyone else done this to you before?"

Cong Chun shook his head blankly, then nodded.

Duan Mingxiao frowned, his anger blazing.

I'll go kill him right now.

Cong Chun nodded.

His anger subsided, and Duan Mingxiao's voice became somewhat strange, the young master emphasizing again in a hesitant manner.

"Apart from her, but try to avoid letting her kiss you as well."

"How old are you? Aren't you ashamed?"

Even Chun's grandmother wouldn't do.

Cong Chun, like a potato buried in the soil, nodded, his cheeks burning.

Duan Mingxiao was finally satisfied.

"When you meet someone who wants to hold your hand or kiss your cheek."

"Remember to stay far away."

"There are too many bad people out there now. I'm afraid you'll get scammed, you know that?"

Cong Chun touched his lips. The young master kissed him, so Duan Mingxiao was definitely a bad guy, he said with certainty.

"Young Master is a bad person."

Duan Mingxiao was furious when he heard Cong Chun's words.

"I am not a bad person."

"Only I, this young master, am allowed to kiss you."

Do you know?

[Quickly tell me you know, you idiot.]

Cong Chun nodded and did not refuse; he changed into his new clothes.

The boy carried his clothes, but his expression couldn't help but secretly glance at Duan Mingxiao beside him.

The eldest son is tall and handsome; anyone with eyes can see that.

Cong Chun actually knew everything; he wasn't stupid. He knew what a kiss meant.

Previously, there was an irresponsible man in the village who got a woman pregnant, then abandoned her and went to the city to get married and have children.

A kiss shouldn't be a problem; the young master is a boy, he won't get pregnant.

Cong Chun would never get Duan Mingxiao pregnant.

So Cong Chun preferred to play dumb, fearing that if he rejected Duan Mingxiao, the young master would no longer treat him so well.

Cong Chun silently thought that he was actually the bad guy.