Chapter 43: Innocent Landlord and Black Tenant 11 “It smells so good, Mr. Ye…”
The basement of the Ye family mansion.
Shao Ye had a dark face.
Ye Ling had been a playboy, attracting countless women, and had countless "wildcats." But what about him? ... This wasn't fair.
He watched Ye Ling walking around the studio on the surveillance screen, watched him leave the studio after finishing his work, and disappeared from his sight...
He looked at Ye Ling wearing the clothes he had chosen, but his mind was still recalling the wet white shirt in the afternoon. He suddenly felt that this seemed far from enough.
Speaking of which, since Ye Ling can see every aspect of his life in the basement through those hidden cameras, shouldn't he also reciprocate?
He wanted to see Ye Ling's most real and defenseless side in those private spaces that he could not reach.
Especially... in the most private bedroom that belongs only to Ye Ling.
That's fair.
Late at night, everything is quiet.
Shao Ye left the basement quietly, nimbly avoiding every surveillance camera in the mansion.
He stood outside Ye Ling's bedroom door, holding a latest wide-angle miniature camera in his hand.
He gently pushed the door open, and the distinct, refreshing scent of Ye Ling washed over him. The bedroom was large, luxuriously decorated yet with an artist's casual flair.
The huge floor-length curtains were tightly closed, and only a very dim sleeping lamp at the head of the bed emitted a hazy glow, vaguely outlining the figure curled up in the bed and sleeping soundly.
Ye Ling was sleeping soundly, lying on her side with a fluffy feather pillow in her arms. Her light golden hair was spread softly on the pillow, with a few strands playfully resting on her forehead.
His breathing was long and even, his lips slightly open, and he looked defenseless, even childishly innocent.
A corner of the quilt slipped down, revealing a round shoulder and a small section of collarbone covered in silk pajamas.
Shao Ye's eyes lingered greedily on the defenseless sleeping face and exposed skin, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably again.
Thinking of his purpose, he suppressed the surging heat and quickly looked around for the best installation point.
The uniquely shaped floor lamp at the head of the bed has a perfect visual blind spot inside the lampshade, and is located very high, with an excellent overlooking angle that can cover the entire bedroom, especially the big bed.
Shao Ye's movements were extremely smooth. He silently removed the lampshade, inserted the micro-camera precisely into the reserved hidden slot, and adjusted the angle. The whole process was smooth and effortless, without disturbing the sleeping person in the bed.
After doing all this, he took a last look at Ye Ling who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Then he walked out of the room the same way he came and closed the door again, as if he had never been there.
Back in the basement, Shao Ye immediately turned on the computer.
A new surveillance window activated on the screen. It was the exact angle of the floor lamp in Ye Ling's bedroom. In the high-definition footage, Ye Ling was soundly asleep, completely oblivious to what had just happened.
He just sat there quietly, greedily admiring the unconscious sleeping face on the screen.
Until the first ray of gray appeared in the inky sky outside the window.
When Ye Ling woke up, Shao Ye, who had not slept all night, had been tinkering in the kitchen for several hours.
Ye Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes, and walked down the spiral staircase slowly with her golden hair messy from sleep.
He seemed to have had a vague dream last night. He felt that there was a scary monster in the dark watching him, but when he woke up, there was nothing. He just thought he was half asleep.
He yawned and habitually wanted to go to the refrigerator to find some milk and cereal.
But as soon as I reached the first floor, the smell of a hot, sweet aroma penetrated my nose, accompanied by the sound of spatulas colliding coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Ye Ling paused and blinked in confusion. The cleaning lady hadn't arrived yet at this hour. Who was in the kitchen?
He slipped on his slippers, followed the aroma and sound, and gently pushed open the heavy frosted glass door of the kitchen.
In the spacious and bright modern kitchen, Shao Ye stood in front of the sink with his back to the door.
He wore only a tight-fitting, pure black tank top, his broad latissimus dorsi muscles rising and falling as he cooked. Wrapped around his lean waist was a... dark gray cotton and linen apron.
The morning sun shone on him through the window, and sweat slid down his tense neck, crystal clear, drop by drop, sinking deep into his vest.
Ye Ling: “!”
Shao Ye seemed to hear some movement at the door. He turned down the stove and turned around.
There was a gleam of sweat on his forehead, and he was holding a wooden shovel in his hand. Seeing Ye Ling standing frozen at the door, he didn't show any surprise on his face, but instead revealed a faint smile.
"Mr. Ye, good morning." Shao Ye's voice was still clear. "I'm sorry for using the kitchen upstairs without permission."
He gestured to the steaming frying pan and oven nearby. "I see a lot of high-quality ingredients in the fridge, like matsutake mushrooms and Iberian ham... They'll all go to waste if I don't cook them now. It just so happens that I woke up really early today and had nothing else to do, so I thought... maybe I'd make breakfast? Just a token of my appreciation for your continued care."
His explanation was reasonable and his attitude was sincere and natural, which made Ye Ling's shock seem a bit exaggerated.
Ye Ling suddenly regained her breath: "Ah... It's okay! Just use it..."
He hurriedly looked away, his gaze drifting towards the sizzling pan and the oven emitting an enticing aroma, and asked dryly, "Do you need my help?"
[Beep! Host! Godsend!] 778 lunged like a shark smelling blood. [The target has proactively created the perfect environment for physical contact! Quick! Under the guise of 'help'! Pretend to casually brush his arm, waist... or even be even more 'considerate' and wipe his sweat! Use your fingertips... to feel those firm muscles!]
Ye Ling braked suddenly.
"Mr. Ye?" Shao Ye's voice sounded slightly doubtful. He looked at Ye Ling's dilemma and pointed to the lighted oven next to him. "Then can you help me keep an eye on the food in the oven? If it gets burnt, turn it off. I'm going to fry an egg soon and can't leave."
[Looking at the oven? What kind of opportunity is this?!] 778 was dissatisfied.
Ye Ling nodded quickly: "Okay! Okay! I'll check the oven!"
He squatted down with his back to Shao Ye, pretending to stare intently at the puff pastry that was expanding and turning golden inside the glass door of the oven.
Finally, the oven made a crisp "ding" sound.
"Okay!" Ye Ling spoke immediately as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw and reached out to open the oven door.
"Wait, be careful of the heat." Shao Ye's voice suddenly sounded very close behind him.
Before Ye Ling could react, a familiar breath enveloped him.
Shao Ye had walked silently behind him without him noticing, so close that he was almost touching his back.
A large hand with distinct joints and wearing an insulating glove reached out from Ye Ling's side and covered his hand that was about to open the oven door.
"I'll do it."
The moment the glass door opens, a wave of heat, accompanied by the sweet aroma of rich butter, custard and caramel, hits you in the face.
All of Ye Ling's senses were occupied by the body behind him.
At this moment, Shao Ye lowered his head slightly.
His chin seemed to touch Ye Ling's temples, and his warm breath, with a hint of early morning hoarseness, brushed across Ye Ling's ears and neck like a feather.
Ye Ling trembled violently.
Then, he heard Shao Ye's low, magnetic voice, which sounded in his ears with an indescribable depth, and every word seemed to carry a small hook:
"It smells so good, Mr. Ye."
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