Chapter 24 The Gift is a Whip
When Chen Cinian came out in his home clothes, he saw Fang Ke sitting blankly on the sofa holding a large plastic bag.
Kind of cute, like some kind of large dog.
Fang Ke heard the door open, came to his senses, and looked up at Chen Ci Nian.
Chen Cinian moved aside and signaled a puppy that was staring at him with its big, sparkling eyes to go wash up.
Fang Ke lowered his head to untie the plastic bag and was taking out the toiletries one by one from it when suddenly his eyes widened: there was actually a new pair of underwear in the bag!
Fang Ke: “…”
Is this something you can buy for someone?
Fang Ke took his underwear apart like a guilty thief, rolled it into a ball and held it in his hand.
He ran into the bathroom at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, locked himself in, and clicked the lock.
Aren't they familiar with each other?
So what does this mean?
Feeling a little confused, Fang Ke leaned against the slippery tiles in the bathroom, deliberately turning his head away from the mirror.
When Shen Qinian bought these things, there was no expression on his face.
It really is... a very decent style.
So, Shen Cinian is really not... not that...
Fang Ke took off his clothes and threw them into the wooden clothes basket under the sink. He turned on the shower and used cold water to force himself to calm down.
Don't... don't be upset. It's okay. If it's not, then it's not. He's been waiting for so many years, so a little while longer won't make a difference.
Although... he was very happy to buy a water pipe that was not the right size, but... he could grind the water pipe into the size he wanted, right?
Shen Cinian is not from that circle, so he can actually teach Shen Cinian.
Maybe, maybe Shen Ci Nian would accept it.
So what if you don’t accept it.
Fang Ke turned on the shower head, closed his eyes, and let the warm water splash on his face.
The water temperature was just right. Shen Ci Nian washed before him, and the cold liquid in the pipe had been drained, so when he washed again, the water wouldn't fluctuate between hot and cold.
This person is still as meticulous as ever, just like the two pill packages that have been specially trimmed to remove the edges.
Fang Ke washed in it for a long time. He lathered his face with foam and the foam covered his eyes, but he didn't care and let the water wash it away.
After taking a shower, he opened the bathroom door and put on the new pajamas bought by Shen Cinian. They were made of silk and very skin-friendly, so they would not be uncomfortable.
The underwear he wore inside surprisingly fit him well.
Shen Cinian sat by the French window with his back to him, holding a glass of milk in his hand and drinking it nonchalantly.
Fang Ke was about to walk over, but after seeing what was on Shen Cinian's leg, he stopped and did not move forward.
That's a horsewhip from the previous dungeon.
His heart skipped a beat, and his shoulders, which had been leaning on him, tightened.
Beneath the clean ashtray lay yesterday's newspaper, with his name prominently written on the headline.
The second highest speed driving in the country late at night, is it to seek excitement or to break free from control, to show personality or to surrender to weirdness?
He could see clearly that the words on the newspaper were printed in large and eye-catching shapes.
He didn't know what to say for a moment, nor could he tell what Shen Cinian meant. He couldn't see through Shen Cinian. Shen Cinian sometimes seemed like a dom, and sometimes not.
He had no idea what was going on, but he was actually a little looking forward to what was going to happen next.
Shen Ci Nian finally spoke, but it was not what he wanted to hear: "There is milk on the bedside table, it's hot, drink it."
Fang Ke didn't move.
Shen Ci Nian didn't turn around, but put down the cup with his back to him, and gently stroked the whip across his legs with his fingers.
"Drink it," he said calmly, "the floor heating is on, but you'd better stay in bed. You're wearing too little and the temperature hasn't risen yet."
"You..." Fang Ke just finished saying one word and didn't know how to start again. He still stood there without moving.
"Student Fang Ke," Chen Cinian suddenly smiled, using the same tone as in the dungeon, "I didn't ask you to stand in the corner as punishment."
Fang Ke finally moved. He spat out two words coldly: "Get lost."
Then he kicked off his slippers, got into bed, and took a sip of the milk.
It was so hot I had to sip it.
Fang Ke took a sip while warily looking at the long whip in Shen Cinian's hand with his peripheral vision.
Many centuries ago, this was a common style used in Lan Country. The whip had a knot at the end, which made a louder sound when it was whipped, thus used to drive the horse.
In fact, it is beautiful, but it does not match Shen Ci Nian’s hands. These hands are worthy of the most noble and beautiful snake whip.
"You... like playing with spinning tops very much." Fang Ke pursed his lips. "This one is so ugly. I have one with braided gold thread... Anyway, I don't need it. You..."
He bit his lip, and his tone was inexplicably fierce: "If you don't want it, I'll throw it away!"
"Really?" Shen Cinian suddenly flicked his wrist towards the air, making a whip-like sound.
As if it were some kind of threat.
He smiled and said, "Then I really have to thank you very much."
The person on the bed shuddered as if out of reflex, but soon clenched his fists even tighter, his neck stiffened, and he said stiffly, "Oh, you're welcome."
After sitting for a while, Fang Ke made small talk, "You, how do you know what size I wear...you..."
"I don't want you to misunderstand anything," Shen Chenian interrupted him, his eyes aimlessly admiring the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window. His tone was casual, even a little indifferent. "You are very thin, your life is irregular, and you don't eat very well. I guess you can't wear too big a size, but if it is too small, you must not be comfortable, so I bought you a size M."
“It’s a middle value, that’s all.”
This is a middle value, not too big or too small, a size that fits most people, there is nothing special about it, and no extra thought is required, that's all.
That's all.
Fang Ke put down the half-drunk cup of milk, lowered his head, and did not move.
That's all.
Nothing special, that's all.
He suddenly grabbed the quilt in his hands, holding it tightly, as if he was suppressing something, or venting something.
Actually... Actually, he just had the illusion of drowning again. His chest felt a little stuffy because the heating was turned on too high. He was not feeling well. He wanted to get some fresh air, but Shen Cinian was sitting by the window, and he... He didn't want to go over there at this moment.
Shen Ci Nian tilted his head slightly and gave him a look: "Finish the milk, I don't like you to waste it."
If he doesn’t like it, then he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t need to like it.
Fang Ke didn't move, just lowered his head.
Shen Ci Nian sighed: "After drinking it, I only put half a tranquilizer in. I'm afraid it won't be effective soon and you might suffer from insomnia."
"No... I'm going to a dungeon tomorrow." Fang Ke's voice was a little muffled. "Maybe... I won't be able to come back. Drinking this won't make me clear-headed."
He didn't know why he said all this to Shen Cinian. He was looking forward to what Shen Cinian would say, but he was also afraid of what Shen Cinian would say.
He didn't want to take Shen Ci down the dungeon with him, his current strength didn't allow it.
But he really wanted to hear Shen Qinian's concern and inquiry, and expected Shen Qinian to say: "I'll accompany you."
He was so conflicted that he started to regret it as soon as he said it, and would rather he had not said it.
"Yeah," Shen Cinian just replied lightly, "Then you go to bed early, I'll turn off the lights."
He thought that Shen Cinian might be distant, and he thought that Shen Cinian might care.
He had never thought that Shen Ci Nian would care distantly.
Chen Cinian really stood up, walked to the entrance, and turned off all the lights, leaving only a small night light for convenience when getting up at night.
There was a blanket in the plastic bag, and Shen Cinian took it out and spread it on the sofa.
The bed was very big, and Fang Ke took up very little space, so there was actually a lot of space next to it.
But Shen Cinian ordered a blanket from the beginning, planning to sleep on the sofa.
It was he who insisted on following Shen Cinian back to the hotel, so even if he had to sleep on the sofa, it should be him.
What's going on?
Self-righteously giving silently, and then rejecting him with a thousand-mile attitude, making him embarrassed and guilty
He thought there were only two kinds of mirrors in the world - the cold and real makeup mirror, and the funny and fake funhouse mirror.
He thought there were only two kinds of people in this world—either those who hated him as if he were weird, or those who smiled at him in order to use him.
But Shen Cinian was not a mirror, and he could not see his own reflection in Shen Cinian's eyes, whether it was funny, disgusting or anything else.
No, nothing.
Chen Cinian is a piece of glass. You can see a faint shadow from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that it is empty.
Shen Ci Nian didn't take him seriously.
Shen Cinian tolerated his antics simply because he really didn't care.
Realizing this, Fang Ke suddenly became very angry. He didn't sleep anymore. He turned on the light and walked out the door barefoot in his pajamas.
"Stop," Shen Cinian sat up, his eyes slightly cold, "Although I don't plan to get angry with you tonight, I still suggest that you behave yourself."
"I won't." Fang Ke stood where he was, his fists clenched so tightly that they were shaking.
"Turn around, unclench your fists, look at me and say it again," Shen Chenian said in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to be good?"
Fang Ke didn't move.
Seeing him like this, Shen Qinian felt calm inside.
Never mind, there was no need to get angry. Fang Ke was just a student who was playing a joke on him. He couldn't even be considered Fang Ke's real homeroom teacher.
He is always generous and polite to people he doesn't know well.
Fang Ke only felt the footsteps approaching behind him, and before he could react, his head was suddenly rubbed as if it were his hair.
"Who are you showing off your fur to in the middle of the night?"
Shen Cinian's tone returned to gentleness, as if the person on the verge of getting angry just now was not him, "Go to bed, be obedient."
"Why... why don't you sleep with me?" Fang Ke loosened his fist. "Why don't you sleep on the bed..."
"I have a fragile heart," Chen Cinian patted Fang Ke's shoulder lightly, and said nonsense to coax him seriously, "I'm afraid you will dislike me if I sleep with you."
"No, you're overthinking it."
Fang Ke couldn't control himself and wanted to grab the person directly. He rubbed his hands on the outside of his thighs anxiously, but finally suppressed this bad thought.
Shen Cinian is stronger than him, and he may not be able to pull Shen Cinian if he really wants to.
So he didn't do anything, but just said fiercely: "You... get on the bed, quickly!"
He didn't know that his bluffing was like a kitten panting in Shen Cinian's eyes.
It's painless, harmless, and even a little interesting.
“I refuse,” Shen Ci Nian’s mood brightened slightly, and he said politely, “You need to go to the dungeon and have a good rest.”
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