Chapter 16: His butt is full of troubles. I can’t get along with him.

After Feng Ji left, Qi Yu sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before turning around and getting out of bed, scooping up a handful of cold water and splashing it heavily on his face.

Water droplets splashed everywhere, wetting the black bangs on the forehead, and sticking wetly to the porcelain-white skin.

Qi Yu looked at himself in the mirror, whose cheeks were abnormally flushed, and slowly closed his eyes.

He knew better than anyone what problem Feng Ji was going to solve in the guest bathroom.

Because the problem that needed to be solved was just pressing against his butt.

Qi Yu couldn't tell if it was a normal morning male reaction or if it was caused by his actions. Anyway, after such close contact with his boss's penis through his pajamas, even though he had worked with Feng Ji for three years, he didn't know how to remain calm in front of him.

A normal special assistant wouldn't have the chance to come into contact with that thing...

Pinching his nose bridge with a headache, Qi Yu quickly washed and changed his clothes, then walked out of the room reluctantly.

The guest bathroom door was still tightly closed, its frosted glass thickened, allowing only a vague shadow to be seen. Qi Yu stared at the barely recognizable human silhouette, yet his mind inexplicably captured the man's expression and movements at that moment.

Gritted teeth, heavy breathing, beads of sweat on the forehead, and... the broad palm that was buried under the belt, the veins on the back of the hand that bulged when it clenched...

Qi Yu stared at the glass door for a while. When he realized what he was thinking, he suddenly shuddered and took a few steps back, pinching his side hard.

The pinch was done without holding back, and Qi Yu hissed in pain. Thinking of the person who had caused him to have such wild thoughts, he glanced at the bathroom door with a look of anger and resentment, then closed his eyes, threw the restricted image out of his mind, took a deep breath, and walked into the kitchen to start making breakfast.

I have eaten up all the other stockpiled goods, so I will cook some wontons this time.

His hands mechanically put the wontons into the water, but his ears were unconsciously focused on the movements of the guest bathroom not far behind him.

When the door opened, Qi Yu couldn't help but turn his head and take a look. However, before he saw anyone, the wontons in his hand fell into the boiling water through his relaxed fingers.

The boiling water splashed heavily and, unfortunately, landed right on the back of Qi Yu's hand. The burning sensation instantly spread from the point to the entire back of his hand.

"hiss--"

The pain in his hand instantly drew Qi Yu's attention. He suddenly stepped back and let out a cry of pain.

Almost at the same time, the sound of slippers hitting the ground was heard behind him.

The sound came closer and closer, and almost in the next second, it was behind Qi Yu. A large hand grabbed his burned hand and pulled him to the sink without saying anything. The faucet was turned on as high as possible to rinse the burned area.

Qi Yu looked at his hands which were bruised and burned, and was speechless.

Feng Ji was also looking at his hand, his expression not looking good, "Your hand has been through so much trouble."

Qi Yu curled his lips and said, "Maybe it's because Mercury is retrograde recently. I have to go to the temple to get a peace amulet when I have time."

"Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ji immediately agreed, "We'll go when we can recruit an assistant for you and you're free."

"?"

Qi Yu turned his head in confusion, his eyes seemed to say: What does my going to ask for a peace amulet have to do with you?

Feng Ji caught his gaze, turned his head and met Qi Yu's eyes, then asked unconsciously, "Why are you looking at me?"

There seems to be only one answer to this question.

Qi Yu: “…I understand.”

I rinsed my hands under water for a long time before taking them out. Although I rinsed them in time, red spots still appeared on the places where the water splashed. The entire back of my hand was blue and red, which was very miserable.

Feng Ji stroked the wound with his fingertips lovingly, then turned around, opened the refrigerator, made a simple ice pack for the injured person, and stuffed it into Qi Yu's hand.

"You're injured. I'll make breakfast."

Qi Yu was stunned, and his first reaction was to refuse, "Boss Feng, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Ji deprived him of the right to stay in the kitchen without any hesitation and took over the task of cooking wontons.

Qi Yu walked slowly back to the living room with an ice pack on his body, found the burn ointment from the medicine box and placed it aside for use. He sat on the sofa and looked up at the busy figure of the man in the kitchen.

"You can actually cook..." He lowered his voice.

Qi Yu remembered that the company's old shareholders had mentioned that when Feng Ji was younger, although the family had servants, he would take care of his mother personally.

However, this matter seemed a bit sensitive. When they mentioned that Feng's mother now stayed in the old house all day, they all fell silent and did not continue.

Qi Yu had no desire to delve into the secrets of such wealthy families. However, judging from the scenes he saw now, Feng Ji must have learned the cooking skill from that time.

He sat in the living room for a while, and just as he applied the burn ointment, the man came out with two bowls of steaming wontons. He didn't know when he put on the daisy apron that Qi Yu had given him when he bought the dishes.

However, the apron was one size fits all, which was more than enough for Qi Yu, who had a slim figure. But when Feng Ji put it on, his bulging muscles made it look unsightly.

The petals of the daisy, which had originally opened modestly, were stretched twice as large by the protruding chest muscles under the fabric. When the man walked towards the sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the daisy felt powerless as if it was forced to grow towards the sun.

Qi Yu stood up and walked to the dining table. He couldn't help but say, "Boss Feng, you don't need to wear an apron if it's too small."

Feng Ji looked down at the fabric stretched across her chest, untied the bow, and casually draped the apron over the back of a chair beside her.

"It's a little tight."

After that, he said, "The meal is ready, try it."

Unlike the clear soup wontons that Qi Yuxia had, the soup of the wontons in front of him was a light soy sauce color, with a few pieces of emerald green onions floating on the soup, which looked very appetizing at first glance.

Qi Yu sat down, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, chewed it twice, and his eyes, which had been drooping, widened slightly.

Through the lenses, Feng Ji could clearly see the surprise flashing in the young man's eyes.

The emptiness in his heart was once again greatly satisfied. He pulled out a chair and sat across from Qi Yu, staring intently at the young man's slightly puffed cheeks and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah." Qi Yu nodded and answered vaguely with wontons in his mouth, "Your cooking skills are much better than mine."

Although Qi Yu has been able to cook for himself since he was a child, this was simply to save money and to eat his fill with the least amount of money. He was well versed in the art of cooking, and the food he made was only edible.

"Even the all-powerful Assistant Qi has things he isn't good at?" Feng Ji stared at him while he ate and swallowed two small wontons in one gulp.

"Stop teasing me." Facing Feng Ji's gaze that had changed from being secretive to being open, Qi Yu found that he had slowly gotten used to it.

Maybe he was too adaptable, or maybe this level of peeping was nothing compared to the excitement of getting up early.

I was thinking about reminding you yesterday, but today I don’t plan to resist anymore.

More importantly, Feng Ji seems to be getting more...thick-skinned recently.

Qi Yu felt that even if she really resisted, the man would pretend not to understand.

The meal ended in an awkward atmosphere, and both of them tacitly did not mention the incident that happened in the morning.

After the meal, Qi Yu did not keep Feng Ji. After sending him away, he sighed and collapsed on the sofa.

Sleeping one night with Feng Ji is more tiring than working overtime for a week.

During this period, the atmosphere between him and Feng Ji was like a roller coaster, with every steep slope causing some shocking and unexpected events.

For example, Feng Ji helped him change his underwear, for example, Feng Ji pressed against his...

If you think about it carefully, why do you always have a problem with him?

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yu touched his troubled butt and prayed sincerely.

He hoped that this kind of terrifying thing would be the last time it happened between him and Feng Ji.

Please don't let anything more serious happen...

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