Chapter 21: Do you like to touch me?

Qin Yanchuan stood there motionless, looking down at the person lying in his arms.

He saw all the little movements of Shi Yang's hands.

The next second, the person in his arms raised his head and looked over, his eyes full of panic and innocence, and he said hurriedly: "Uncle Qin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Although he said that, Shi Yang still lay in Qin Yanchuan's arms, with no intention of getting up, and his hands were silently touching Qin Yanchuan's abdominal muscles.

Just when he was about to succeed, a slender and strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

A low voice sounded above Shi Yang's head: "Do you want to touch me?"

Gloomy and full of oppression.

Although Shi Yang wanted to take advantage of others, his life was more important.

He smiled bitterly, stood up slowly and tried to pull his hand back, but Qin Yanchuan still held his thin wrist, not only did he not let go, but his strength gradually increased.

Veins appeared on the back of the man's hand, with distinct veins winding all the way up, full of strength and explosiveness.

Shi Yang gradually felt the pain. He tried to struggle twice, but to no avail.

Qin Yanchuan's calm voice came to my ears again: "Why don't you rest so late at night and come to Uncle Qin's place? What do you want to do?"

His tone of voice remained the same as usual, his expression was calm and steady, but the strength in his hands was increasing.

Shi Yang was in real pain, so much so that he broke out in cold sweats and felt very uneasy.

It turns out that this black-hearted old Deng was not unwilling to settle the account, but only settled it with him at this time.

Just pretending.

Shi Yang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I was just curious, so I came over to see what was going on. Uncle Qin, can you please let go first? It hurts so much..."

At the end of his speech, Shi Yang's voice began to tremble. He had just cried in front of Aunt Wang and Butler Liang not long ago, and his eyes began to turn red. Tears sparkled in his dark and moist eyes, which was quite pitiful.

Just ignore his swollen lips.

"Look how lively it is..." Qin Yanchuan repeated these three words softly, word by word, with the meaning of his words unclear.

"Uncle Qin, my bones are about to break, really..."

Qin Yanchuan stared deeply at Shi Yang's face, one second, two seconds... and then let go of his hand.

The boy's skin was white, and his slender wrists were red and faintly bruised.

Qin Yanchuan only took a quick glance, and Shi Yang took two steps back, hiding his hands behind his body, fearing that his wrist would be attacked again.

"What's the excitement?"

The man's tone was nonchalant, as if he had forgotten what he had just done.

Hearing this, Shi Yang's gaze passed over Qin Yanchuan's shoulder and swept inside intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. Xu was sitting in front of a single sofa. His clothes were still intact. There were no other marks on the exposed skin, and there was nothing special to be seen.

The other person was also looking outside, and after meeting Shi Yang's eyes, he gave him a faint smile.

Shi Yang also smiled back politely.

Qin Yanchuan saw all his actions and asked suddenly, "Why, you want to come too?"

Shi Yang was surprised at first, then he shyly looked at the man who was half a head taller than him, and finally he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips embarrassedly.

"Still no, I'm a little sensitive. The world of three people is too crowded."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Qin Yanchuan: “Really?”

Shi Yang is a typical person who only remembers to eat but not to be beaten. He started to act recklessly again and said shyly:

"Uncle Qin, I think you can go out for a while and let Mr. Xu and I be alone."

"..." Qin Yanchuan's lips twitched slightly, and he said the same two words: "Really?"

"Uncle Qin, I'd better not disturb your world of two. I'm leaving first!"

As soon as the last words fell, Shi Yang's legs had already walked two miles. He waved his hand and ran away like a gust of wind, like a happy puppy.

Qin Yanchuan stood where he was, staring at the direction Shi Yang left. After an unknown amount of time, the voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out.

The man's profile was shrouded in dim light, gloomy and his expression was unclear.

After a while, he rubbed his aching temple and closed the door.

Shi Yang did not return to his room. Instead, he rushed to the first floor and collapsed on the sofa in the living room. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The right wrist that had just been grabbed was now covered with bruises, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding fair skin.

Shi Yang stretched out his index finger and touched his wrist, and immediately frowned in pain.

Qin Yanchuan showed no mercy when he attacked.

Never mind, it’s no big deal, just eat more tomorrow.

Shi Yang's wrist was aching at the moment, and he felt very depressed. He didn't know what was going on on the third floor or how far they had progressed.

[Ah 8, my heart is broken, really. ]

[Host, I still suggest you stop being so lazy and go to bed first. ]

Shi Yang: "..."

Shi Yang is a rebellious host. He refuses to sleep. Instead, he lies on the sofa, scrolling through his phone boredly and secretly reciting jokes.

I don't know how long it had been, but suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps, which became clearer and clearer.

Shi Yang struggled to sit up, and looked over with his messy head. It was Mr. Xu who came down from the third floor.

His clothes were still neatly worn, his steps were steady, his handsome face looked relaxed, and when he saw Shi Yang, he even smiled in a friendly manner.

"Mr. Xiao Shi, you haven't rested yet."

Shi Yang calmly scratched his hair, "Not yet."

He picked up his phone and checked the time. It was 11:30 pm.

It had only been less than an hour since he left the third floor, and it was over so quickly?!

Could it be true, as he said, that I am getting older and weaker?

Shi Yang was wondering in his heart, Qin Yanchuan's physique seemed to be quite capable, but he turned out to be a weakling.

When he looked up, he found that Mr. Xu was still standing there looking at him, with a faint and gentle smile on his handsome face, and he seemed to be a good person to get along with.

Shi Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person with a smile, "Mr. Xu, what's your name?"

"Xu Zijin, Qingqing Zijin, the Zijin that lingers in my heart."

Shi Yang suddenly realized, "It's a good name, it suits you very well."

After saying this, he waved at Xu Zijin and called out to him in a familiar manner when they first met: "Brother Zijin, come here, come here."

Xu Zijin actually took a few steps forward, walked in front of Shi Yang, and gave him an inquiring look.

Shi Yang looked around mysteriously, then moved closer to Xu Zijin and asked in a low voice, "Master Qin's sessions are always less than an hour?"

Xu Zijin thought about it and said, "Well, about that. The shortest time is probably fifteen minutes."

Hearing this, Shi Yang's pupils trembled, and he trembled and covered his little mouth.

Oh my God, this is too much!