Chapter 14 Clever Seduction Techniques
In the stillness of the night, the cool moonlight fell to the floor through the slightly sheer white gauze curtains in front of the French windows.
Cong Chun, who usually sleeps very well and can't be woken up by firecrackers, is clearly suffering from insomnia tonight.
Cong Chun quietly opened her eyes and her gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao on the other bed.
Duan Mingxiao turned his back, leaving him with only his back view.
The milk that the young master had given him was still left by the bed. Cong Chun lowered his head and curled up in the quilt like a little shrimp. He was a little happy.
Most of the people Cong Chun knew could never leave their small border towns in their entire lives.
Everyone wore the simplest clothes and repeated their work day after day. Most of the girls got married and had children after they grew up, while the boys who did not continue their studies went to work at the largest brick kiln in town after they grew up.
Someone as outstanding and excellent as Duan Mingxiao would never appear in the small town where he lived.
Cong Chun stretched out his hand. His hand was beautiful, long and well-proportioned, but his fingertips and palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses.
He lifted the hem of his shirt and reached back to stroke his own back.
His slightly protruding spine resembled the undulating edge of a seashell on a shallow beach; his pale skin had a bluish tinge, and there was an uneven scar on his shoulder blade.
Cong Chun stretched out his slender fingertips to feel the edge of the scar.
"What? Don't you want to sleep yet?"
A deep, slightly hoarse male voice suddenly rang out in the quiet room, and Cong Chun immediately withdrew his hand.
Duan Mingxiao, who had originally turned his back to him, had turned around at some point. His deep, dark, and narrow eyes stared at him like a cheetah, exuding a lazy and languid feeling.
Cong Chun subconsciously pointed her toes, shrank into the blanket, revealing only half of her face and her eyes that shone brightly in the darkness. The boy responded with a soft whisper.
"Young Master, I'm sorry, I woke you up."
Duan Mingxiao nodded in agreement as a matter of course.
[Hilarious! What time is it? 10:30 PM? My nightlife is just beginning. I wouldn't have gone to bed so early if I hadn't seen someone eating and dozing off.]
[Tsk, to avoid rumors that I, Duan Mingxiao, am ruthless and enjoy torturing others.]
Cong Chun huddled under the covers, his ears twitching slightly, his cheeks flushing. He had indeed been feeling sleepy.
Cong Chun has always had the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. The school dormitory lights are usually turned off around 10 p.m.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, had excellent eyesight. Even in the dim light, the boy easily noticed Cong Chun's slightly red ear tips.
[Wait a minute? Look at Chun Chun's expression... Hmph, could it be that she's too excited to share a room with me?]
[Are you still not satisfied? You want to sleep in the same bed with me? Ha, you've got quite the scheme. I almost let you get your way.]
Cong Chun suddenly perked up and widened his eyes.
Didn't he already make it clear to the young master that he and the young master are both boys, and he wouldn't have such thoughts about the young master?
[You're pretty bold, aren't you? Now you're practically flirting with me with your eyes.]
No matter how clever your methods, this young master will never be tempted.
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun immediately closed his eyes tightly, not wanting the young master to misunderstand him.
Thirty seconds later, the sound of soft breathing filled the room.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He hadn't expected Cong Chun to fall asleep so openly right in front of him.
This is a provocation! This is downright provocation!
In the middle of the night, Duan Mingxiao tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His eyes were dark and his body was filled with resentment.
Why does it feel like the indoor temperature is getting hotter and hotter?
Duan Mingxiao simply threw off the blanket, took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body with smooth muscle lines and sharp collarbones like plow marks on a field.
He glanced sideways at the little pig, who was sleeping soundly.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao climbed onto Cong Chun's bed without hesitation, ready to pinch the boy's nose and wake him up.
[If I can't sleep, you can't sleep either. Get up and play with me!]
But just as Duan Mingxiao was about to make his move, Cong Chun, who was sleeping with his back to him, suddenly turned around.
The clothes were bought by Duan Mingxiao through a deliveryman, and the size was also Duan Mingxiao's. When Cong Chun wore them, the neckline was a bit loose, revealing her fair collarbone, and her chest rose and fell slightly with the boy's breathing.
The boy's lips were beautifully shaped, soft yet with a touch of angularity, as if silently inviting Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but swallow hard. He stopped moving, leaned down, and brought his head close to observe Cong Chun's face.
He inexplicably moved closer, wanting to taste it.
The next second, Cong Chun in front of him suddenly frowned and started talking in his sleep, looking aggrieved.
"Grandma, a dog is chasing me."
The young master was so startled that he bounced back and rolled off the bed.
Duan Mingxiao sat on the carpet, recalling his recent delusional behavior, and slapped himself hard.
He's really crazy.
The next morning, Cong Chun woke up groggily, and then realized that he was being held in someone's arms. The boy was instantly wide awake.
The room was completely illuminated by sunlight, so it was probably past nine o'clock already. Cong Chun rarely slept this late.
Duan Mingxiao's strong arm was draped over Cong Chun, making it hard for him to breathe.
Cong Chun pushed Duan Mingxiao's arm away, her mind blank, wondering what was going on.
Duan Mingxiao had been awake for a while, but the moment Cong Chun opened his eyes, he closed them again and pretended to be asleep.
Duan Mingxiao straightened up and sat on the bed. The blanket slipped off the boy's body, revealing his bare upper body. His tight V-line disappeared into his taut waist and abdomen along the muscles.
Cong Chun, her hair disheveled, looked at the scene before her, blinked, and suddenly felt a burning sensation in her nose.
He had a nosebleed...
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