As if that tiny teacup held some kind of fascination for him, Gong Ze’s fingers rubbed slowly along the rim, twisting it bit by bit.
Qin Chuan, who had been holding himself back for too long, watched those fingers circling the rim of the cup. He felt as if his own patience — his very heart — was being casually ground down by that man’s hand, just like this teacup.
After their last parting, Qin Chuan hadn’t been able to forget Gong Ze no matter how hard he tried. He had been haunted by thoughts of him for so long.
It was the first time Qin Chuan had ever experienced that desperate, clawing feeling of wanting someone.
He kept replaying it in his mind: Gong Ze knocking him down, pressing him to the ground, and shooting him that powerful, wicked look — visible only to Qin Chuan.
It was like an insult, and also like teasing.
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Qin Chuan had strong desires.
Outwardly, he always presented himself as cheerful and warm-hearted. But in secret, he had never lacked lovers — he was even a bit addicted.
And because he had eaten so much meat, Qin Chuan had started to feel that desire wasn’t all that important anymore.
You could buy it with money. Whatever kind you wanted, you could buy it. Like ordering fast food.
But after gorging on ‘takeout’ for so long, encountering someone as thrilling as Gong Ze made all of Qin Chuan’s previous lovers look like slop in comparison.
He thought of him day and night.
He was going mad with longing but couldn’t have him.
Eventually, Qin Chuan felt that even if Gong Ze would just agree to be with him, he would agree to any condition Gong Ze asked.
And Qin Chuan felt that Gong Ze was also interested in him.
Otherwise, why would Gong Ze only show his true face to him?
Gong Ze must have seen that they were the same — that they both lived among fools and had to disguise themselves, to blend in with those idiots.
Before, Qin Chuan had felt that among all the second-generation heirs his age, he was the only clear-headed one. He looked down on the other spoiled wastrels, but at the same time, he felt a twinge of loneliness. Now, he had discovered one other intelligent person!
Perhaps Gong Ze had been hinting at it all along.
Qin Chuan speculated boldly. Looking at Gong Ze, he trembled with anticipation, his eyes reddening with male lust, his breathing growing heavier.
He slowly brought his lips closer to the edge of the teacup that Gong Ze was holding to his own lips.
His eyes were locked onto Gong Ze.
Just as he was about to press his face against Gong Ze’s and touch the small teacup with his mouth, the man who had been ignoring him all this time finally looked up and glanced at him from the corner of his eye — with two parts amusement, two parts mockery.
“Oh? You bring your little girl over here, offend me in every possible way, and now you want a sip of my tea?”
And in Qin Chuan’s eyes, Gong Ze’s expression was practically “coquettish.”
Gong Ze hadn’t thrown the tea in his face. This was more than half the battle won!
Excited, Qin Chuan pressed his handsome face closer, fawningly, and said: “Her father is Mayor Yan Cheng. I have to humor her. She likes me, but I don’t like her at all.”
“Gong Ze… Gong Ze… look at me…”
Qin Chuan’s eyes were red. He looked as if he wanted to devour the calm, composed man.
“What you did to me on the platform last time — don’t tell me you were just playing around. Are you also…?”
Qin Chuan licked his lower lip.
Gong Ze, meanwhile, remained perfectly comfortable in his seat, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he watched Qin Chuan’s fawning expression.
Qin Chuan, thinking that Gong Ze was still angry about Yan Zhenzhen’s earlier defiance and was taking it out on him, was so furious he could have killed that stupid woman.
He wanted to get close but couldn’t.
Gong Ze was reeling him in, making his heart itch.
Getting a bit tired of it, Gong Ze pushed Qin Chuan away slightly, took out a cigarette, lit it, and clamped it between his lips. His long, narrow black eyes — as if painted by an artist’s brush — curled into a smile that oozed with bone-deep, intoxicating sexy charm.
White nicotine smoke drifted from his lips, blurring the air. Amidst the haze, heartbeats quickened.
That was the kind of charm that little girls and brats could never possess — the kind that only a mature man had.
Like the strongest aphrodisiac.
A blazing fire that burned through everything.
“An explanation? Do I owe you an explanation for anything?”
Qin Chuan, driven almost to the point of desperation by Gong Ze’s teasing, grabbed Gong Ze’s fingers and tried to bite them.
Gong Ze immediately reversed his grip and clamped his hand over Qin Chuan’s lower face — like pinching the snout of a dog that wouldn’t stop licking. He squeezed hard. Qin Chuan’s lips and nose were crushed in Gong Ze’s palm, his face twisted out of shape.
“Ugh—”
Qin Chuan’s throat bobbed as he let out a pained sound.
Then, suddenly, Qin Chuan whimpered twice — imitating a dog’s bark.
A flicker of surprise crossed Gong Ze’s eyes. Then, he burst out laughing.
He let go of Qin Chuan’s face, propped his head on his hand, and bit down on his cigarette butt.
His pitch-black eyes curved as he watched Qin Chuan, who, instead of being ashamed, acted as if he had received a favor. Qin Chuan lowered his head and buried his face in Gong Ze’s hand, rubbing against it messily, then turned his head and looked up at Gong Ze with longing eyes.
So pathetic.
Like a dog.
Looking at this ‘protagonist gong,’ Gong Ze seemed to finally be moved by him.
“I’m a top, Qin Chuan. And I have some little quirks.”
################## He was also a top, but now he had been conquered by this evil man. He could no longer like anyone else except him.
“I can feel that.”
Qin Chuan said excitedly, “I’ve played such ######## games too.”
Gong Ze looked down at him, curling his lip. “But I don’t like things that others have touched. What then?”
Qin Chuan immediately began eagerly promoting himself. “I know. Someone like you surely has your own rules when it comes to bed partners. ############### I can play hard. Others may not be able to satisfy you like I can.”
“Gong Ze! I—”
Just as Qin Chuan was about to say more, Yan Zhenzhen’s voice came from outside the door. “Brother Qin, are you two done talking? Seriously, I’ve been waiting forever.”
In an instant, Qin Chuan’s face twisted.
The hand pressed against his face also withdrew quickly.
Before, when he thought he could kill that stupid woman, it was just a fleeting thought. Now, Qin Chuan genuinely wanted her dead.
Qin Chuan hurriedly stood up, draping his jacket over his arm to conceal the front of his pants. He didn’t forget to say to Gong Ze, “Let me give you my business card. Add me! Gong Ze, as long as you’re willing to be with me, I’ll agree to anything!”
Gong Ze looked entirely uninterested, as if he had no intention of accepting it. This made Qin Chuan frantic with anxiety.
Just as Yan Zhenzhen began pushing the door open and despair flashed across Qin Chuan’s eyes, Gong Ze finally moved.
He reached out, grabbed Qin Chuan by the collar, and — thud!
The man who had been leaning over was yanked back down onto the desk. Gong Ze took the cigarette from between his lips and shoved it into Qin Chuan’s mouth.
Qin Chuan’s eyes flew wide open.
Gong Ze looked down, patting his face with his hand. “Since you want to be my good boy, you have to follow my orders — do something with that. Send it to me tonight.”
He let go and sat back down in his seat.
As if smiling at a genuine pet, he said, “Go on.”
“Go play with your little friend.”
“Good boy.”
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Yan Zhenzhen saw Qin Chuan run out of Gong Ze’s office with a bright red face, looking strange.
“Brother Qin, what’s wrong?”
“Why are you holding a cigarette in your mouth? I thought you didn’t smoke.”
Concerned, Yan Zhenzhen reached out to take the cigarette from him.
But Qin Chuan revealed an extremely terrifying expression and raised his arm to block her. “What are you doing?! Don’t touch it!”
Qin Chuan had never made such a scary face, nor had he ever shouted at her like that. Yan Zhenzhen was momentarily stunned with fright.
Then, coming to her senses, her eyes reddened with grievance. She stomped her foot and yelled, “What’s the big deal?! I was just trying to be nice! I’m not talking to you anymore!”
With that, she turned and ran off.
But Qin Chuan didn’t chase after her.
He carefully, protectively shielded that cigarette, closed his eyes in fascination, and savored the moment.
His tongue swept over the cigarette butt — over the small indent left by the man’s teeth — as if his tongue were touching Gong Ze’s.
Qin Chuan took a deep drag of the cigarette. Two patches of sickly red flush rose on his cheeks. He leaned back in the elevator, lost in endless aftertaste, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Only when the heat began to burn his lips did he realize the cigarette was almost finished. Heartbroken, he pinched out the butt with his fingers and carefully — as if handling a small living thing — placed it in his pocket.
Thinking of Gong Ze’s command, Qin Chuan felt as if his whole body were on fire.
He wondered how Gong Ze would reward him. Just thinking about it made him unable to wait any longer!
A strange smile on his face, Qin Chuan hurried away.
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