Behind the jade-colored frosted glass, a figure like slender bamboo could be seen faintly. Splashed droplets of water fell onto the glass, gathering into flowing streams, blurring that patch of pale flesh again and again.
Sheng Yu leaned against the other side of the frosted glass, listening to Tong Yan’s calm and restrained curses from inside the bathroom.
“Sheng Yu, you’re a pervert.”
The man stood with his arms crossed, a laugh rising from his throat as he said mockingly, “Teacher Tong really is mediocre in every way. Even when you curse people, you don’t have as much force as Xue Bao Tian.”
The sound of water stopped, and a hand reached out from the bathroom. “Give me my clothes.”
Sheng Yu lowered his eyes and looked at that arm, his expression appearing indifferent and cold. His fingers landed on the crook of Tong Yan’s arm, slowly moving down along the skin that was still steaming with heat. He hooked a drop of water and placed it between his lips, lightly sucking it.
“Sheng Yu!”
Having successfully angered his pet, the man curved his lips and placed the bathrobe into that hand.
After a rustling sound, Tong Yan pulled open the bathroom door. Hot steam surged out, like the anger that could not be contained inside his body.
He glanced at the messy bed, and his cheeks, already reddened by the steam, were covered in another layer of pink. Shameful and furious memories rushed over him without the slightest concealment. The dignity that had been lost for more than ten hours returned completely at this moment, whipping his earlier self like a lash.
“Give me back what I wrote.” Tong Yan’s words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Tong Yan was not short, almost equal in height to the tall, robust Sheng Yu. When he was furious, he also had some imposing force. If it were someone else, they might have been startled by him, but the person he faced just happened to be Sheng Yu.
The man patted his own pocket, where the crisp sound of paper came from. “You mean this?”
He took a sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. Looking at the disgraceful handwriting on it, he shook his head exaggeratedly. “Teacher Tong is unsatisfactory in every respect. Only your handwriting could barely be shown off, and now even that has regressed to this state.”
Tong Yan reached out to snatch it. “Give it to me!”
Sheng Yu lifted his hand and dodged away. “Isn’t this the love letter you wrote to me?” He cleared his throat and read, “Dear Yu, during these days apart from you, I missed you so much. In my heart, I missed you; in my body…”
Tong Yan suddenly reached out and clutched his neck. “Shut up. I told you to shut up!”
The depths of Sheng Yu’s narrow eyes were full of gloom. He put the letter paper back into his pocket and, ignoring the restraint around his neck, pressed the back of Tong Yan’s head and locked him in front of his body. In a low voice, he asked, “Teacher Tong has written so many love letters. Which love letter left the deepest impression on you? Was it the thousand-word essay you wrote for Xue Bao Tian, or the love letter you wrote to me just now while we were doing it?”
Tong Yan’s five fingers tightened, and he shouted angrily, “Sheng Yu, you’ve gone too far!”
No one knew how Sheng Yu moved his hand, but he dissolved Tong Yan’s strength, caught his wrist, twisted it behind him, and abruptly pressed him against the jade-colored glass.
“I’ve gone too far? I gave you a choice. Write a love letter or let me use methods. Weren’t you the one who chose to write the love letter? I checked just now. It only has five hundred and twelve characters. Compared to a thousand-word essay, the gap is still quite large. But there’s no rush. Love letters are touching only when written slowly. Next time, we’ll continue and make up all the missing characters.”
Tong Yan’s face was pressed until it was slightly distorted. He struggled to turn his head back, almost roaring, “Sheng Yu, you bastard, we already broke up!”
A smile and a dark gleam appeared in the man’s eyes at the same time. Sheng Yu leaned over and spoke beside Tong Yan’s ear. “Tong Yan, between you and me, you have never been the one with the initiative. I advise you to recognize the situation clearly. With a personality like yours, and that little bit of stubbornness and ability you have in bed, if you go outside, you’ll be… played to death!”
Tong Yan glared back at him furiously. “Whether I die or not is none of your concern!”
The atmosphere was tense. Neither of them gave way, as if the slightest force could snap the taut string in the air.
Yet at this moment, Sheng Yu’s phone rang from somewhere beneath the blanket. The soothing music gradually dissolved the dangerous scent of gunpowder in the room.
Sheng Yu shoved Tong Yan aside. The frosted glass shook slightly, giving off a dull, muffled sound.
The man walked slowly to the bedside, fished his phone out from the messy bedding, and glanced at the number on the screen. He did not answer immediately, but instead walked toward the balcony.
Through the final crack before the balcony door closed, Tong Yan heard one phrase: “Mister Shi.”
Mister Shi?
In his dazed and chaotic memory, it seemed there had been a similar voice before. After thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered that just now, when Sheng Yu had been in bed, he had also answered a call from a Mister Shi. At that time, he had stopped moving, covered Tong Yan’s mouth, and steadied his breathing for a good while before speaking into the receiver. “I’ve looked over the contract. There’s no problem. Yan… he should be able to sign it.”
Those words had neither beginning nor end and did not seem to mean much either. After thinking about them, Tong Yan cast them to the back of his mind. As he changed clothes, he coldly watched Sheng Yu’s back on the balcony.
The man bent slightly, leaning against the window. One hand held the phone, while the other stretched out, resting leisurely on the windowsill.
Tong Yan had just been about to withdraw his gaze when he paused. He discovered that Sheng Yu’s fingertips were constantly tapping against the marble of the windowsill in a rhythm of three quick beats and two slow ones.
That was his subconscious movement whenever he was nervous or worried. Tong Yan even understood what this action meant better than Sheng Yu himself did.
Mister Shi, contract, that half-leaked “Yan,” three quick beats and two slow ones, as well as Yan Ye’s vague suspicions and guesses that day…
All kinds of information tangled together like several forces twisting into a rope, silently hanging down in front of Tong Yan, making him tremble for no reason.
Sheng Yu kept all his important documents in the password-protected safe in the bedside cabinet of his bedroom. At this moment, the cabinet door was not closed, and in the gaping crack was a stretch of deep darkness.
It seemed as though something had broken. What had broken? Tong Yan’s taut awareness suddenly reacted. The faint sound of Sheng Yu speaking on the phone had stopped!
He abruptly raised his head, and through the floor-to-ceiling window, he met Sheng Yu’s cold, sinister gaze!
That gaze was like a great net, pressing densely and completely over him, leaving Tong Yan with nowhere to hide!
All the blood in his body froze instantly, and his mind went blank. Tong Yan stiffened where he stood, a chill rising from head to toe!
The fingers tightly gripping his button nearly betrayed him. Forcing down his fear, he shifted his gaze away and buttoned the buttons one by one.
When he raised his eyes again, Sheng Yu had already returned to normal. He had turned his back, continuing the phone call in the same posture as before.
By the time Tong Yan had finished tidying himself, Sheng Yu had also ended the call. He came out and once again became the gentle lover. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Tong Yan’s lips and did not mind the disgusted expression on the other’s face, saying softly, “Stop throwing a tantrum. You know I’m the person most suitable for you. We haven’t eaten together in a long time. Wait for me to change clothes, and I’ll take you to eat what you like.”
Sheng Yu dressed with particular care and had an enormous walk-in closet. He rubbed Tong Yan’s head, then turned and went to the closet to change.
Tong Yan had been leaning against the bathroom’s frosted glass the entire time. His gaze wandered over every corner of the bedroom, and in the end, he could not help but once again let it fall on that cabinet…
With a snap, the door at the entryway was pushed open and then closed. Tong Yan left without even saying goodbye.
Sheng Yu slowly walked out of the walk-in closet and glanced toward the entryway. He took a few steps and leaned against the bedroom door. The cuff link he had just fastened was undone again, and the man’s heavy gaze fell on the cabinet holding the safe.
The cabinet door was still ajar, only the gaping crack…
“It’s narrower.”
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