Qin Ge hurriedly covered her pants with her hand, her face flushing even more vividly, with an expression of fierce determination to defend her chastity, and struggled violently, saying, "No need!"
Damn this reciprocal gift-giving! I don't need it!
The man's lips brushed against Qin Ge's earlobe, and he asked leisurely, "Are you sure?"
"..."
"Baby, you don't need to be shy."
"..."
Qin Ge's breath hitched, and her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly pushed the man's hand away as if burned by a cigarette butt, and scurried into the bathroom as if her backside was on fire, throwing down a retort in an embarrassed and annoyed tone: "Shut up, my ass! You can play by yourself from now on!!"
Huo Beiyuan sat there, watching his boyfriend's retreating figure, which could be described as a hasty retreat. He slowly straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a low chuckle, "Heh..."
·
In the bathroom.
Qin Ge carefully washed his hands, making sure every corner was clean, including his palms, the backs of his hands, and even between his fingers. However, he still felt a strange sensation lingering in his mind.
It wasn't that she disliked Huo Beiyuan.
In fact, Qin Ge's mild obsessive-compulsive disorder was an indiscriminate attack.
in other words--
He even despises his own.
Therefore, DIY is rarely done.
The saying "to be pure of heart and have few desires" is not just empty talk.
This was the first time Qin Ge had done this for someone else... When asked how he felt, he was definitely not used to it or comfortable with it, but he didn't have any particularly strong feelings of aversion or disgust.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to... half-heartedly comply...
After washing your hands, wring out the water.
Qin Ge placed her hands on the side of the washbasin, slowly exhaled, and unexpectedly saw herself in the mirror.
His eyebrows and features were more like a cool and noble ink painting, but a touch of rosy blush appeared on his delicate and handsome face. The brilliance gradually spread from his eyes to his lips, vivid and dazzling, like a richly colored oil painting.
Qin Ge herself had never seen herself in such a captivating and alluring state after becoming aroused.
He gritted his teeth slightly and uttered a single word, "Damn it."
After staring at someone in the mirror who didn't even look like himself for a while, Qin Ge shook his head and stepped under the shower, taking a long, cold shower that lasted more than ten minutes before finally suppressing the restlessness that had been stirred up inside him.
·
Over the next few days, Qin Ge went back and forth between G University and Jiyuan. After returning to Jiyuan, he would go into a studio that Aunt Yun had specially prepared and stay there for half a day, until his body was covered with the special smell of paint.
—This wasn't something Qin Ge noticed himself; it was something Huo Beiyuan said when he hugged him.
Soon, it was time for Madam Jiang's birthday banquet.
To show solemnity and courtesy, Qin Ge no longer wore a simple white shirt and black pants, but changed into a well-tailored, handmade pure black swallowtail coat, paired with a white shirt and Windsor knot, a timeless classic black and white.
Her short black hair was styled in a casual and relaxed way, and the eyebrows and eyes peeking out from under the wispy black hair were already exquisite and stunning enough without any makeup.
Qin Ge was a fashion godfather in a certain world. Even without a styling team, he could create a sense of style comparable to that of idol stars.
Even compared to the meticulously restrained style of celebrities, Qin Ge's casually styled hair exudes a noble and languid beauty reminiscent of a young master from a prestigious family.
Even if Qin Ge isn't someone who cares about appearances, and he doesn't have the "face-value" mentality, and is a very straightforward guy who thinks, what's the point of a boy being so good-looking? What use is such stunning good looks to him?
However, seeing herself appear after careful grooming, and catching a glimpse of amazement in the old man's eyes, Qin Ge couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
It was quite...pleasant.
Huo Beiyuan casually beckoned to the boy and said, "Baby, come here."
Hearing their master call the young master of the prestigious family, dressed in a classic black and white tuxedo, so affectionately and sweetly, the servants of Jiyuan were already used to it and no longer showed any surprise.
"What?" Qin Ge asked as she walked towards Huo Beiyuan.
After Qin Ge came forward, Huo Beiyuan said, "Let your uncle take a good look at you."
Qin Ge curled her lip and said, "What's so interesting about it? It's just like any other day."
That being said, Qin Ge still stood in front of Huo Beiyuan, letting him look at her.
Huo Beiyuan slowly and deliberately looked Qin Ge up and down.
Qin Ge couldn't help but look away.
She felt slightly uncomfortable.
He felt utterly exposed under the man's gaze, as if he had been stripped naked and was completely exposed...
This feeling is fucking weird!
Qin Ge turned her gaze back to Huo Beiyuan's face, her expression indifferent. She met his gaze calmly and asked, "Have you looked enough?"
Huo Beiyuan casually rested his long, slender fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair. "Our little one is so good-looking, how can we ever get enough of him? He could be good-looking for a lifetime."
Qin Ge, "..."
Why does my face feel hot?
That older man is quite something.
Qin Ge couldn't help but smile slightly, and then heard Huo Beiyuan coaxingly say in a low voice, "Come on, let Uncle give you a hug."
Hug my ass!
Qin Ge immediately snapped out of his sweet talk, her eyes filled with wariness, and refused to go over.
Older men love to hug and cuddle him. Even though they initially agree that it's just a hug and nothing else, it often ends with Qin Ge's lips turning red and swollen, or even something more indescribable.
He already knows his tricks by heart!
Although he hasn't become an ordinary dating prodigy, Qin Ge has at least gotten the hang of dating, going from a complete novice to a beginner.
Qin Ge didn't believe Huo Beiyuan's lie that it was just a hug. With her noble and aloof face, she said, "I'm going to the Jiang family's old house today to attend the old lady's birthday banquet. My clothes can't be wrinkled. Don't be silly."
The word "nonsense," spoken by a young boy nine years his junior with delicate features and rosy lips, made Huo Beiyuan chuckle.
This is the first time someone has said he's... being ridiculous.
Huo Beiyuan was not angry at all; on the contrary, he found it rather novel.
"Fine. If you don't want to hug me, then I won't."
More than hugging, he wanted to strip his little boyfriend of his impeccably dressed tuxedo...
Huo Beiyuan pressed his tongue against his cheek, his gaze as deep as the night, as if he were considering how to enjoy the delicious food.
Seeing how readily the man changed his mind, Qin Ge couldn't help but glance at him again.
Huo Beiyuan added, "But, baby, don't you feel like something's missing from today's look?"
Qin Ge, “?”
impossible.
He's a man who's been a fashion icon, so the styles he creates are always the most suitable for his own temperament. How could he possibly lack anything!
Qin Ge was about to retort when, in the next second, she saw Huo Beiyuan casually pluck a bright red rose from a blue-and-white porcelain vase and put it into the pocket of his tuxedo.
Suddenly, a vibrant, indelible color appeared in the timeless classic black and white, as if the whole world had been enriched with color.
"The Little Prince deserves a rose, of course."
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