Chapter 9 Porcelain
"It means allowing others, multiple people, a lot of people to play together!"
Shen Ci stood still, his face didn't change, but his fingers holding the railing tightened hard, his knuckles turned white and blue, and if you looked closely, he was still shaking.
His voice tightened and he was silent for a long time before he squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I see."
It turned out that the things on this ship were even more outrageous than he could have imagined.
Lin Yin didn't dare to look at him, and said in one go: "I know you are not from this circle, but once you get on this boat, you can't swim out even if you are a few kilometers away from the shore. If you really don't want to, go and beg Master Xie! Beg him softly and make him happy, maybe, maybe..."
Maybe something, Lin Yin couldn’t say any more.
Lin Yin knew exactly what kind of reputation Xie Yu had in the circle. He Zhiyuan was already a complete bad guy, but Xie Yu was even worse than him. He Zhiyuan wanted Lin Yin to be his girlfriend, and Lin Yin could agree for the sake of money, but if it was Xie Yu, she would have to run as far away as possible.
Would such a person let Shen Ci go just because of a few pleas?
Lin Yin felt weak as she spoke, and she said hastily, "Anyway, this is it. You decide what to do."
After saying that, she hurried away and disappeared around the corner in a few steps.
It became quiet here again, with only the sounds of waves and wind remaining between heaven and earth.
Shen Ci let go of the railing, only to then feel his fingers as cold as ice. The river wind went straight into his sleeves, causing his body to feel cold and numb. When he could no longer delay, he lowered his eyes and walked into the cabin, standing in front of the box, and paused for a long while before raising his hand and pushing open the door.
The hinges of the door slid open with a slight creaking sound. Chen Ci looked over and saw that the rich second-generations had already drunk three rounds of wine and were staggering.
Xie Yu sat at the top, leaning back in his chair with a glass of champagne in his hand, his long legs crossed, his demeanor carefree and romantic, but not drunk at all. When he saw Shen Ci, he waved, motioning him to come over and sit down.
On his right, He Zhiyuan had three or four empty wine bottles in front of him, lying on the side drunk. Seeing Shen Ci, he chuckled twice. He leaned over to talk to Zhou Yang, but his eyes were roaming around Shen Ci. It was unknown what the two of them were talking about, but they were so happy.
Chen Ci met the gazes of the two people, feeling sick to his stomach. He lowered his eyes, walked around the ugly crowd, and sat next to Xie Yu.
Xie Yu took a sip of champagne: "Where have you been? Why has it taken so long?"
Shen Ci: "Standing on the side of the ship."
Xie Yu: "Side of the boat? The wind is so strong on the river, isn't it cold?"
Shen Ci: “Not cold.”
He had something on his mind, his expression was cold, his tone was even colder, and finally he thought of Lin Yin's advice to beg softly and say a few nice words, and his body froze.
In fact, Chen Ci knew very well in his heart that on this isolated ship, only Xie Yu could save him from this humiliation. Unfortunately, he never asked for help from others. Even if he wanted to beg for mercy, he couldn't say anything soft, so he remained silent and did not move.
As they were talking, the door of the box opened and a few more people came in. They were all rich second-generations who were hanging out together, and the room became even noisier.
Shen Ci's eyes swept across their faces, and when he remembered Lin Yin saying "many people, a lot of people", his expression darkened a little.
They sat down one after another. Lin Yin stood up, greeted politely, and then smiled and drank with them. Only Shen Ci sat aside, motionless, upright and upright like a teacher in a private school. His temperament was too calm and elegant, which was out of tune with the smoke-filled box. Someone pointed at him and asked casually, "Who is this?"
Before Xie Yu could reply, He Zhiyuan interrupted: "Mr. Xie's little lover, isn't she beautiful?"
He winked and hinted: "Mr. Xie brought it specially tonight, everyone understands, right?"
There was a burst of laughter.
Shen Ci couldn't help but tighten his fingers, his nails digging into his palms, leaving a half-moon-shaped mark.
He felt cold all over, and the box was filled with smoke, hot and stuffy, but even so, it couldn't keep him warm at all.
For a playboy like He Zhiyuan, tonight was just an ordinary night among countless nights of indulgence, a game to kill loneliness. But for Shen Ci, he was just a toy in this game, no one cared about his mood, and he didn't even have the power to stop it.
At this time, there were already more than ten people in the box. He Zhiyuan invited everyone to play dice. While chatting and laughing, he paid for a luxury car and went out. He was in high spirits and still felt that it was not enough. He shouted loudly: "There must be someone outside. Why don't you come in? Where's Fang Yu? He is good at playing cards. Qin En has not been seen for a long time. Go and ask Zhang Siming if he can come!"
He read out many names like announcing the dishes, all of whom were the most famous playboys in Jiangcheng. For a moment, he was the only one who was chattering in the whole box.
Xie Yu sat there, with a faint smile on his face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just looking at He Zhiyuan, as if watching a monkey show. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Shen Ci, suspiciously: "Assistant Shen...are you cold?"
Shen Ci beside him was frighteningly pale, he grasped the hem of his shirt tightly, squeezing the fabric into large wrinkles.
Xie Yu: "Very cold? The air conditioner is already turned up very high. Are you sick?"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand, wanting to test the temperature of Shen Ci’s forehead.
Just as his fingers touched the flesh, Shen Ci suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Yu's sleeve. He pulled extremely hard, tightly grasping the poor piece of cloth, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
Only then did Xie Yu realize that he was trembling slightly.
Xie Yu was stunned: "Assistant Teacher Shen?"
"Xie Yu." Chen Ci lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and a small shadow fell under his eyes. He steadied his voice and asked, "Does what you said before still count?"
Xie Yu: “Hmm?”
Shen Ci looked up at him, his eyes reflecting the light of the cabin, and he said, "Porcelain."
Porcelain. This was the safe word Xie Yu promised when they first met.
Chen Ci understood that if he wanted to end the game, he could only ask Xie Yu for help. Xie Yu was the dealer of the game, and he was a toy on the card table. He had no control over himself and had no power to stop. But he suddenly remembered that Xie Yu had actually made him a promise.
Promise him to say the word and the game will end.
"porcelain?"
Everyone present was stunned.
He Zhiyuan and Li Yang looked at each other, quite confused. Shen Ci said this suddenly and without any cause or effect. They didn't understand what he wanted to say.
He Zhiyuan sneered: "Assistant Shen didn't drink much, is he confused by the smell of alcohol?"
Shen Ci ignored it and just stared at Xie Yu.
Xie Yu sat up straight and frowned. He was slightly stunned, as if thinking. In the long silence, Shen Ci laughed at himself, his hands became weak, and he immediately let go of Xie Yu's clothes.
That's right, the dude just said it casually at the time, how could he really do it? Why did he believe it again?
Once the game starts, is there any room for the toy to say no?
Shen Ci's face and lips were pale, as if all his energy was drained away in an instant. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair without saying a word.
Xie Yu rolled the word on his tongue and silently said, "Porcelain?"
The word sounded familiar, but it was not in the novel. He frowned and thought about it, and finally caught a clue in a flash.
Safe word.
Xie Yu didn't think about it when he said this word, and he was confident that he would never use extreme means to make Shen Ci say the safe word, so he didn't remember it much, but now...
He looked around. The banquet had only been going on for a few hours and the playboys were having a great time. Although Shen Ci was there to keep them company, he sat quietly and no one bothered him. The only one, He Zhiyuan, was dragged away by Xie Yu in the middle of making trouble. The most he did was smell of cigarettes, couldn't play with his phone, and was a little bored. But with Shen Ci's tolerance in the novel, he would never have to say the safe word.
But when he looked at Shen Ci, the protagonist did look ugly, his fingertips were gathered in his sleeves, but he could still see that he was shaking violently.
...Is it cold?
Perhaps it was because Xie Yu stared at him for too long, Shen Ci leaned against him with his eyes closed, his expression was cold and calm, as if he had never said anything, but upon closer inspection, even his eyelashes were trembling.
He was indeed afraid, very afraid.
Xie Yu stood up suddenly.
He picked up his windbreaker from the back of the chair and looked around: "I'm sorry, everyone, I have something else tonight, so I'll leave first."
Shen Ci opened his eyes in shock, and then he felt a pain on his wrist. He saw Xie Yu grabbing his wrist and pulling him up. Shen Ci staggered two steps, and then something warm covered him head and face, enveloping him completely.
It’s Xie Yu’s windbreaker.
He Zhiyuan was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to grab Shen Ci: “No, it’s only a few hours, and you have to leave, didn’t you agree to stay all night?”
Xie Yu brushed his hand away, held Shen Ci tightly in his arms, and didn’t let him touch anyone, and just said coldly: “I have something urgent.”
He pulled Shen Ci and walked quickly through the cabin, taking him directly out of the feasting and revelry place. His pace was extremely fast, as if something bad would happen if he was a step slower. Shen Ci staggered as he was pulled by him, and followed him closely.
Xie Yu didn't ask a single question, but just held him and walked through the brightly lit and bustling cabin. The smoke behind him was completely left behind, and the river breeze even dissipated most of the smell of alcohol.
They came to the viewing platform above the cruise ship.
Xie Yu said: "Sit down and wait. I will ask the boat at home to pick us up."
The cruise ship had already reached the middle of the river, and it would take quite a while to go back, so Xie Yu simply asked someone to pick them up. He took out his cell phone and made a call, and after two "hmm"s, it was confirmed.
Shen Ci sat down on the sofa. He had a vague sense of unreality. He sat aside stiffly, holding his clothes tightly and not saying a word.
This is the highest point of the cruise ship. There are dozens of sofas placed in groups of three or two, and a glass roof on top. Looking up, you can see the sky full of stars. Looking to the left and right, you can see high-rise buildings and orange lights on both sides of the river. With the gentle river breeze, it is quite comfortable.
The scenery was beautiful, but a group of rich second-generations came to party on the boat, not to see the stars. There was no one here, and only a counter for buying drinks was open.
The counter attendant had been sitting there for quite a while, but there was no customer. He was so idle that he was playing with his phone. When he saw Xie Yuchenci, he greeted him warmly, "Would you like some drinks?"
Xie Yu said: "Make me a cup of Sunrise, and put more wine in it."
The waiter nodded attentively: "Yes, sir."
The orange-red wine fell into the glass, with lemon embedded on the edge. The waiter pushed the glass to Xie Yu, and then looked at Shen Ci, "What about this gentleman?"
Shen Ci paused for a moment before realizing that he was being called: “I don’t drink.”
The price of any drink at the counter is enough for his food for several days.
Xie Yu said, "Aren't you cold? Drink something to warm yourself up."
As if he expected Shen Ci not to speak, Xie Yu glanced over the menu, as if he wanted to help him make a decision.
Shen Ci looked over and saw that most of the items on the menu were alcohol, including cocktails, pure alcohol, brandy, tequila, and even Russian vodka. Many of them had high concentrations, even higher than the one He Zhiyuan pushed over. If Shen Ci drank one, he would definitely vomit, but...
——This time, no matter which cup Xie Yu handed him, he would drink it.
It was just a glass of wine. It was such a good deal for Xie Yu to take him out.
But Xie Yu flipped through the menu over and over again, looking very dissatisfied. Finally, he pointed and ordered something in the corner.
"Here, give him this."
Shen Ci looked as he was told, but was completely stunned.
Hot milk.
The author has something to say:
I can’t torture him. I can’t torture him at all. (Shakes his head and sighs)
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