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The soft rays of sunlight filtered through a small gap in the tent, gently spilling into the interior.
The light danced on the ground and across the boy's figure, casting mottled shadows. The youth's skin, as delicate as jade and as pure as snow, glowed softly under the warm illumination, exuding an enchanting luster that resembled a dreamlike scene, radiating an unreal beauty.
Pei Guanjing held Ye Chen's hands firmly behind his back with one hand while the other slowly pulled at Ye Chen's collar to check for injuries.
As the collar was drawn back, a large expanse of Ye Chen's snow-white chest was suddenly exposed. The smooth and delicate skin, caressed by the sunlight, appeared even more luminous and translucent, as if it were emanating a gentle halo.
This scene carried an unmistakable hint of allure.
Feeling uneasy, Ye Chen struggled to free one hand in an attempt to block Pei Guanjing's view.
Noticing this, Pei Guanjing quickly gathered his thoughts, releasing Ye Chen's hand and speaking in a low voice, "Stop messing around. Let me check. If you’ve injured your heart or broken a rib, the consequences could be dire."
Ye Chen was nearly driven to madness. Why was Pei Guanjing so stubborn? No matter how many times he said he was fine, Pei Guanjing just wouldn’t believe him.
"Master," Ye Chen said softly, almost on the verge of tears. "I really am fine. Please let me go."
With that, Ye Chen managed to free one hand and used both to pry at Pei Guanjing's hand resting on his chest.
He was now a Kun Ze; being exposed like this to a Tian Gan was already embarrassing enough—why did it have to involve touching as well? It felt like a huge loss!
However, Pei Guanjing seemed unfazed. He did not loosen his grip but instead easily intertwined Ye Chen's hands and pinned them behind his head.
"Don't move." Pei Guanjing's usually cold voice now carried an indescribable emotion—deep and tinged with an undeniable authority.
His gaze drifted through the open collar of Ye Chen’s shirt, landing on two plum blossoms blooming amidst the snow.
On the white skin adorned with two rosy spots, it resembled red plums defiantly blooming in thick snow or perhaps flower cores surrounded by layers of white lotus petals.
The stark contrast of red and white was strikingly vivid at that moment, causing Pei Guanjing’s breath to hitch involuntarily.
Taking a deep breath, Pei Guanjing attempted to suppress the inexplicable feelings surging within him.
His right hand gently pressed against various areas on Ye Chen’s chest, carefully avoiding the sensitive spots. As he pressed down, he quietly asked, "Does this hurt?" His voice carried a tenderness and concern he himself had not noticed.
Ye Chen struggled desperately, but his hands were firmly pinned down by Pei Guanjing, leaving him unable to move. He didn’t dare to shout, “Master, I’m actually Kun Ze,” because that would be like confessing his identity. Instead, he awkwardly replied, “It doesn’t hurt! Not at all, I just tripped. Master, please let me go.”
However, some men are strange creatures. When you say no, they often feel compelled to apply more pressure, as if that would satisfy their hidden and somewhat twisted desire for conquest.
Ye Chen never expected that one day he would personally verify this with Pei Guanjing.
Pei Guanjing's long fingers continued to gently press on Ye Chen's chest, carefully feeling the delicate and smooth texture beneath his touch, not missing any area that might be injured. After a thorough examination, he found no signs of broken ribs.
So, could it be a heart injury?
In fact, even Pei Guanjing himself was reluctant to admit that he harbored some selfish motives. He had known for a while that he and Ye Chen were highly compatible, but he never anticipated it would be to such an extent.
Just a faint hint of Haitang Fragrance seemed to carry a kind of magic, compelling him to use all his rationality to suppress the emotions threatening to burst forth like a dam breaking.
“Master!” Ye Chen raised his voice in urgency.
He was genuinely anxious; what was happening? Pei Guanjing, you bastard! You’ve practically touched every inch of my chest, and you still won’t let go!!!
Ye Chen struggled with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, he remained firmly restrained by Pei Guanjing. In desperation, he kicked out randomly with his legs toward Pei Guanjing.
Yet Pei Guanjing seemed oblivious to this resistance and remained focused on his actions.
He gently brushed over the area around Ye Chen's ribs, carefully pressing down before slowly lifting his gaze to meet Ye Chen’s eyes. In a low and steady voice, he asked, “Does it hurt here?”
At that moment, Pei Guanjing's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if filled with thick black ink—impossible to discern what emotions lay hidden within.
Ye Chen wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in; he felt utterly embarrassed.
Pei Guanjing, can you really not understand human speech? Although he dared to think this in his mind, Ye Chen would never voice it aloud.
He bit down on his lip tightly, nearly drawing blood from the pressure as he held back the urge to shout.
He could think it but would never dare say it out loud. So he bit down harder on his lip until it turned pale and refrained from yelling. Perhaps once Pei Guanjing finished checking him over, he would finally let go!
This was Ye Chen's greatest hope at that moment; surely he could give up those red envelope gifts if necessary?
"Master! Please let me go!"
However, when Pei Guanjing's large hand pressed down on that sensitive spot, Ye Chen felt a wave of intense pain wash over him, so severe that it made his heart ache. He bit down hard on his lower lip, barely managing to stifle a cry of pain.
"Master," Ye Chen forced himself to endure the agony, his small face turning pale as he spoke with a slight tremor in his voice, "It doesn't hurt, really it doesn't. Pei Guanjing, please let me go. I'm begging you."
The boy's dark eyes were already misty, resembling black jade glistening in water, radiating a pitiful sheen. His delicate nostrils flared rapidly, and the tip of his nose was flushed red, giving him a look of someone on the verge of tears yet desperately holding them back.
Seeing him like this, Pei Guanjing snapped back to reality. What was happening to him?
Pei Guanjing's hand suddenly released its grip, and Ye Chen darted away like a startled deer, hurriedly pulling his clothes together and shrinking into a corner. He looked at Pei Guanjing with wide eyes filled with fear but didn’t dare to speak; his eyes were still red, full of grievance.
Though he was reluctant to admit it, when Pei Guanjing saw Ye Chen curled up beneath him, trying to avoid him, a secret sense of wicked amusement quietly blossomed within him.
After finally managing to fix his collar, Ye Chen shot Pei Guanjing a fierce glare that seemed to silently accuse him.
Noticing this, Pei Guanjing chuckled softly, leaning slightly forward and gently ruffling the boy's hair. His tone was tender as he said, "Master was just checking on you. Why make it seem like Master is bullying you?"
Ye Chen: "..."
You know whether you’re bullying me or not! But in the end, he didn’t dare to voice it; he simply turned his head away and refused to look at Pei Guanjing, feeling frustrated with nowhere to vent his feelings.
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