Chapter 67 – Gay Claws

Wei Lai lifted Chu Yin’s leg onto his shoulder and asked, “Where’s the cramp? Where?”

Chu Yin furrowed his long brows, looking totally miserable as he tearfully replied, “…Everywhere.”

Wei Lai gripped Chu Yin’s calf, kneading it in circular motions as he worked his way down. Chu Yin winced in pain, instinctively twisting his waist as if trying to roll away. Wei Lai held onto his ankle firmly, keeping him in place, then stretched Chu Yin’s big toe and asked, “Better now?”

Chu Yin said, “Not as bad as before. But it still hurts.”

Wei Lai asked, “Where?”

Chu Yin retracted his leg slightly and said, “Thigh. Calf. Everywhere.”

Wei Lai tried to pull him up. “Get up and move around a bit. Stretch your muscles.”

Chu Yin flopped straight back onto the bed, wriggling as he protested, “No. Dizzy. I wanna sleep!”

Wei Lai chuckled and scolded, “You’re dizzy because you drank so much! Fine, don’t move then. If you’re dizzy, just sleep.”

Chu Yin said, “My legs hurt. Can’t sleep.”

Wei Lai sighed. “That’s why I told you to get up and walk a little.”

Chu Yin took his shamelessness to new heights, continuing to writhe. “Dizzy. Can’t get up.”

Wei Lai: “…”

Chu Yin sprawled out on the bed in a big “X” shape and declared, “Madam Wei, sleep with me.”

Wei Lai planted his hands on his hips and lectured, “What, you think you’re an emperor now? Need someone to warm your bed? Sleep by yourself.”

Chu Yin whined pitifully, “…My legs hurt.”

Wei Lai: “…”

Twenty seconds later, Wei Lai surrendered to the overwhelming power of the crybaby’s “whimper whimper” and lay down neatly beside Chu Yin like a dutiful concubine, tucking himself under the covers.

True to form, Chu Yin pushed his luck, draping his legs over Wei Lai’s waist and nuzzling closer with the scent of alcohol clinging to him. “Massage my thighs.”

Wei Lai: “…”

In the past, Wei Lai’s massages had always been a prelude to something more… intimate. But ever since discovering that Chu Yin’s phone wallpaper was a half-naked photo of him hanging laundry, he had entered a state of extreme propriety.

Wei Lai said, “I only pinch napes.”

Chu Yin huffed, then expertly buried his face between Wei Lai’s pecs, rubbing against them a few times before demanding, “A hundred times.”

Wei Lai was heartbreakingly skilled at nape-pinching for Chu Yin. Once Chu Yin fell asleep, Wei Lai didn’t dare move—because he hadn’t pinched a hundred times yet. If he woke Chu Yin up now, he’d have to start all over again.

Wei Lai glanced at Chu Yin’s ankle, where a red cord was tied around his pale skin. He had given it to him, and at first, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal. But now, the more he looked at it, the stranger it felt. Holding Chu Yin, he struggled to reach for Chu Yin’s phone, unlocking it with his own birthday.

Wei Lai had made up his mind—he needed to figure out exactly what kind of person Chu Yin saw him as.