(7 Fresh Coins) White Valentine's Day (2)

His man, dressed in a shirt and trousers, stood in front of the pot cooking for him. It should have been a heartwarming scene, but over that serious formal attire was... an apron, pink, lace... The combination of these three elements made him instantly recognize it as the naked apron from last month.

After buying that apron, he had fantasized countless times about the image of a man naked in the kitchen, wearing the apron, cooking for him—it was the ultimate temptation. However, knowing the man's personality, he didn't hold out much hope and certainly didn't dare give it to him in person. The man's later reaction proved he shouldn't have done such a foolish thing. He wanted to apologize, but the man wouldn't say a word, and since they were both busy with company matters for the next month, the matter was left unresolved.

But now, that impossible fantasy was unfolding before his eyes, slightly different from what he had imagined, yet strangely alluring with a kind of asceticism. Si Qiang's breathing became almost inaudible as he stared wide-eyed at the erotic scene before him, afraid of disturbing the other person.

In fact, Xu Qi had already noticed him the moment he stood at the door. Cooking in this outfit with a "what the heck" attitude, trying her best to ignore the strongly erotic colors and decorations, she gradually calmed down as she neared the end of the meal.

He remembered the disappointment Si Qiang tried so hard to conceal when he unhesitatingly threw away the apron, but even more so, the unease and fear in her eyes. That following night, even though he knew Si Qiang wanted to apologize, he gave her no chance, letting her wallow in regret and remorse. Thinking about it calmly, it wasn't really a big deal. It's normal for lovers to play around with their feelings, and his use of emotional abuse because he couldn't accept it wasn't exactly commendable. Since they were going to sleep together anyway, he might as well indulge that little male fantasy occasionally.

But now, feeling the man's burning gaze, he instinctively began to feel hot all over. Pretending to continue fiddling with the pot, he knew his hands were already becoming unsteady.

With a "bang," the spatula fell into the pot. His face instantly burned, and he awkwardly lifted it out by the wooden handle, glancing casually at the doorway, and gave a forced, easy laugh: "It'll be ready soon, just wait a moment."

"It smells so good... These are all my favorites." Si Qiang composed himself, walked in slowly, and looked at the various dishes on the counter. His lips curled up, and his tone was full of undisguised joy—all of this seemed very natural, except for his right hand on the man's lower back.

"Go get the bowls and chopsticks," Xu Qi instructed, pretending not to notice the man's hand.

Si Qiang seemed not to hear him. Instead, she tugged at the thin lace ribbon with one hand and slowly placed the other hand on the man's firm buttocks, gently caressing them through the silk fabric. Her voice grew deeper and deeper: "But... this isn't how you wear an apron, is it?"

Xu Qi finally couldn't hold back any longer. He turned aside to avoid the man's inappropriate hands, quickly glancing at Si Qiang's face. Unsurprisingly, he saw the intense desire in the other's eyes. He gritted his teeth, put his arm around the other's shoulder, and kissed his cheek, his ears burning: "Let's eat first." Saying this was tantamount to tacitly approving the other's subsequent actions, and Xu Qi understood this.

“Ah, of course.” Si Qiang nodded in agreement, but showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she slipped her hand under his waist, quickly pulled out the hem of his shirt, and skillfully began to unbutton his shirt. “But before that, I think you should put on your apron first.”

Xu Qi's ears burned even hotter. In the blink of an eye, the man had pulled off his shirt with astonishing speed. As Si Qiang then began to pull down his pants, he finally couldn't help but resist, saying, "Wait..."

"Clang, clang," came the sound of his pants and belt falling to the ground. Immediately afterward, Si Qiang deftly ripped off his underwear—now, he was only wearing that flimsy "apron."

Xu Qi pursed his lips, his face flushed. Si Qiang's efficiency in undressing was always frighteningly high, and now it was so fast that he barely had time to react—perhaps this was also due to his half-hearted resistance? The thought that he had been so absurd made him unable to look her in the eye.

"Now, can we eat?"

A man's chuckling voice rang in his ears. Xu Qi stared at him in disbelief, watching as the man turned to get bowls and chopsticks. He was practically naked—except for that barely-there apron—and stood frozen in place.

Author's Note:

Rose Beauty is so mean ORZ Even the cats want to punch him...