Yi Mu shrank his neck in pain.
Xi Junyan roughly tore open his shirt, revealing his fair chest and two red nipples.
Yi Mu looked up in alarm.
The driver had somehow pulled up the partition, dividing the car's interior into two parts.
Xi Junyan whispered in his ear, "How could I bear to let anyone else see your body? Your whole being belongs to me."
His words were full of domineering arrogance, and his hands didn't stop moving. He grabbed Yi Mu's waist and made him sit on his lap with his legs spread apart.
The two faced each other. Yi Mu's chest was open, revealing beautiful, well-proportioned muscles from his chest to his abdomen, which felt smooth and delicate to the touch.
His body was never meant to be held; it was only meant to be cherished.
Xi Junyan had no intention of taking Yi Mu here, but Yi Mu's disobedience had enraged him.
Nishimoto unbuckled Imu's belt with one hand, as if unwrapping a precious gift, slowly and deliberately, with great interest.
Yi Mu knew that Xi Junyan was angry, but he was not prepared to back down.
He had to let Xi Junyan know that he wouldn't do as he pleased. He could agree to anything, but this was the one thing Xi Junyan wanted from him, and that was impossible.
Bai Lian is just the first step; if necessary, Yi Mu will also come into contact with others...
"Ah—" A tingling sensation ran through my lower body.
His thoughts were interrupted, and Yi Mu bent over. He grabbed Xi Junyan's mischievous hand and said angrily, "You should stop now. Don't forget, I am not your property."
Xi Junyan pinched his thing, feeling the delicate little thing slowly raise its head, and then he gave a wicked smile.
"Honey, have I ever told you not to get distracted when you're with me?"
His movements were so fast that Yi Mu had no time to prepare, and his waist went limp before he could react.
He trembled slightly, and a groan escaped his throat.
Nishimoto Junyan is like a devil.
Yi Mu gripped his strong arm, rested his head on his shoulder, and let out a long, drawn-out breath.
Xi Junyan's eyes reddened from his lingering voice. Yi Mu, who was about to reach his climax, did not notice that there was something hard under his buttocks.
Finally, Yimu let out a muffled groan, his body thrusting forward with excitement and honesty.
He breathed heavily, his hot breath spraying onto Xi Junyan's neck.
Xi Junyan whispered maliciously in his ear, "Yi Mu, you came in my arms again."
Yi Mu straightened up, supporting himself on his shoulders, and after a moment's hesitation, raised his fist and smashed it into Xi Junyan's face without any mercy.
"Xi Junyan, what do you take me for, your kept mistress or just a pastime?"
Yi Mu's eyes were cold; he had never shown such a sharp expression on his face before.
The scholarly air vanished at this moment, replaced by the imposing presence of someone in a superior position.
Unlike Xi Junyan's outwardly sharp edge, Yi Mu is often reserved.
It's his nature to dislike revealing himself, but that doesn't mean he has no temper at all.
He tolerated Xi Junyan's advances because he knew Xi Junyan wasn't bad to him.
Even though Nishi Junyan harbored those ulterior motives, he stayed by Yi Mu's side and never gave up on him during the year Yi Mu was in a coma.
Yi Mu kept this affection in his heart, so no matter how disrespectful Xi Junyan was to him, he endured it without much resistance.
Koshino's actions today were clearly an insult to him.
Although there was a partition in the middle, that thin curtain couldn't block anything at all.
Doing this to him in front of outsiders is no different from publicly announcing that he, Yimu, is a prostitute.
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