Xi Junyan lay on the sofa like an old man, raising his arm and asking Yi Mu to bandage his wound.
The wound was about two centimeters long, only tearing through the oily skin to expose a little bit of flesh, and it had already started to stop bleeding on its own.
Yi Mu really couldn't see why it was necessary to bandage it.
Xi Junyan displayed a thuggish attitude, as if he would assault Xi Junyan if he didn't bandage him.
To clear his name, Yi Mu tore off two band-aids and put them on him.
“I’m hungry.” Xi Junyan glanced at Yi Mu.
Yimu said, "I can't cook, let's order takeout."
Xi Junyan looked at him with a half-smile: "Want to ask the deliveryman for help?"
Yi Mu gritted his teeth inwardly. This shrewd man.
Xi Junyan crossed his long legs, his posture relaxed, unlike that of a fugitive. He raised his hand and picked up a strand of Yi Mu's hair, playing with it carefully. A playful smile appeared on his lips, but what he said made Yi Mu break out in a cold sweat.
"I know you were behind the investigation of the Xi family, so the first person I came to see after I got out was you. I really want to know how you hacked into the company's network, screenwriter Yi?"
Yi Mu subconsciously sat up straight. A smart man doesn't beat around the bush. He licked his lips and asked, trying to appear calm, "How did you know it was me?"
The cheat he bought from the system store should have been completely invisible.
Even if Xi Junyan eventually finds out who was behind his scheme, it should be a long time later.
It's no wonder he's the male lead; the whole world is giving him unconditional cheat codes.
Xi Junyan didn't reply to Yi Mu's words. His gaze fell on the corner of Yi Mu's moist lips. He rubbed it with his thumb, his eyes darkening, and warned in a low voice, "Don't lick your lips in front of others in the future."
Yi Mu turned his face away, clearly disliking his commanding tone.
Xi Junyan chuckled softly, released him, picked up the notebook from the coffee table, saw the familiar calligraphy and paintings on it, and raised an eyebrow: "You like calligraphy and paintings?"
Yi Mu coldly retorted, "What's it to you?"
Xi Junyan glanced at his browsing history, which he had memorized, and nudged Yi Mu with his foot, saying, "Go make me a bowl of noodles."
Yi Mu refused to cook for him, saying, "I can't."
Xi Junyan frowned, a look of exasperation on his face, like, "Why are you always getting angry with me?" He asked in a deep voice, "Are you going or not?"
With his arms crossed and his bottom firmly planted on the sofa, Yi Mu made his stance clear through his actions.
Like a fierce beast pouncing on its prey, Xi Junyan suddenly pressed Yi Mu down onto the sofa, reached his hand up from under Yi Mu's clothes, touched his clitoris, and squeezed it hard.
Yi Mu immediately struggled on the sofa like a live fish being held down by a knife on a cutting board, and tried to pick at the wound on Xi Junyan's arm.
Xi Junyan seemed to feel no pain at all, his arm didn't move, and he lowered his head to nibble on his neck.
Yi Mu's face turned red as he kicked Xi Junyan wildly, yelling, "You fucking pervert, get the hell away from me!"
Nishi Junyan only intended to scare Yi Mu, but when he kissed Yi Mu's neck, his breath was filled with the scent of bergamot.
He was somewhat addicted to the smell; after only a short while, his lower body became painfully swollen, and he couldn't resist the urge to bite Yi Mu.
While the first hand continued moving, the other hand reached down to the edge of Yimu's pants.
My fingers pulled along the seam of my loungewear, pulling my underwear down halfway.
Thinking of the bedroom from before, and feeling the sensation under his hands, Xi Junyan's breathing became heavier. He covered Yi Mu's trembling buttocks, which were shrinking back, and rubbed them vigorously.
Yi Mu was going crazy. Did this beast have nowhere to vent his desires? If he had desires, he should find a woman. He's a man!
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