CTS 3

Zhou Yang, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke. “Mr. Shen, you like roast duck?”

Shen Mo answered, “I do prefer Chinese food.”

Zhou Yang gave him a deep look and said, “We were classmates for three years, but I never knew you were allergic to seafood.”

“The symptoms are not very serious. Maybe Mr. Zhou just never noticed.”

Ji An’an, who was pure-hearted and oblivious to the tension between them, jumped in. “Since you were classmates, why are you still being so formal with each other?”

Zhou Yang pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Mr. Shen and I were never that close.”

After saying that, he lowered his head and went back to eating.

He had always been quiet, completely opposite from Shen Mo, who used to be able to talk endlessly about the smallest things. There had been a time when they fought, and Zhou Yang had shouted at him,
“Shen Mo, Shen Mo, can’t you act a little more like your name for once?”

Later, after getting involved with Ji Mingxuan, Shen Mo really did become quieter.

Because he had learned that no matter how much he said, no one would listen.

Shen Mo’s mind wandered for a moment.
He was snapped back when he heard Ji Mingxuan ask, “So, when are you two planning to get married?”

Ji An’an’s face instantly flushed red. “Brother…”

Ji Mingxuan chuckled. “What, planning to date forever? Even if I agreed, the elders from the Zhou family would not.”

“We just got back,” Ji An’an said. “There’s a lot to take care of first. Zhou Yang and I talked about it. Once his career is more stable, we will think about other things.”

Ji Mingxuan teased, “Aren’t you afraid your boyfriend will run off with someone else?”

“Not at all. Zhou Yang is not the type to be fickle.” Ji An’an said this while nudging Zhou Yang with her elbow, her smile full of sweetness. “Right?”

Zhou Yang neither agreed nor denied it. He simply looked at Shen Mo.

Shen Mo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He stood up and said, “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

There were not many people eating lunch, and the restroom was just as quiet.
Shen Mo splashed cold water on his face, thinking it should help him control his emotions. When he lifted his head, he saw Ji Mingxuan’s reflection in the mirror.

“Mr. Ji.”

Ji Mingxuan stood with his arms crossed, giving a meaningful smile.
“Old feelings flaring up again?”

Shen Mo quickly said, “No…”

“During the whole meal, you and Zhou Yang kept exchanging looks.”

“Mr. Ji, you must have seen wrong.”

“Is that so?”

Ji Mingxuan stepped closer and pinched Shen Mo’s chin between his fingers.
“What do you think of An’an after meeting her today?”

Shen Mo did not dare to stay silent. He answered honestly, “Miss Ji is pure and sweet. Very likable.”

“That silly girl has liked Zhou Yang since she was a child.”

A rare trace of warmth appeared in Ji Mingxuan’s eyes. His fingers slowly brushed over Shen Mo’s brow and eyes. “I don’t care if Zhou Yang likes men, women, or even a vegetable. Since An’an likes him, he can only belong to Ji An’an. Understand?”

Ji Mingxuan’s tone was calm, no different from how he spoke when talking business.
But Shen Mo knew better than anyone what kind of methods he had. If he dared say even one wrong word, even his bones would not be found tomorrow.

Grinding the words out through his teeth, Shen Mo said, “I understand. I won’t get involved with Zhou Yang again…”

“Good.”

After hitting him with a stick, Ji Mingxuan gave him a sweet reward. He softened his voice and said, “As long as you behave and cooperate, there won’t be any problems.”

As he spoke, his fingers slid down Shen Mo’s neck and slipped into his shirt collar.

Shen Mo turned pale with fear and quickly reminded him, “Mr. Ji, this is a public place.”

“Shh. You want to call the whole restaurant over?”

Ji Mingxuan had always meant what he said. To avoid making a sound, Shen Mo could only bite down hard on his own lips.

Ji Mingxuan knew Shen Mo’s body far too well. Just a few teasing touches and Shen Mo’s pale face was already flushed with color.

Ji Mingxuan let out a soft chuckle, his fingers playing with Shen Mo’s chest, and
suddenly, he pressed down hard…

“Mm…” Shen Mo could not help but let out a muffled cry.

Ji Mingxuan pinned him against the sink’s mirror, spreading his legs apart with his knee. His hand slipped under Shen Mo’s coat.

Shen Mo completely fell into Ji Mingxuan’s control.

His legs trembled slightly. His rationality collapsed under the surge of lust, his mind a blurry mess. Only Ji Mingxuan remained as his anchor. He clutched onto the man’s shoulders, his voice small and pleading,
“Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan teased Shen Mo’s weak spots without restraint and asked, “What did you just call me?”

” Mingxuan…” Shen Mo’s whole body trembled, his voice laced with a sticky sweetness that could hook anyone.
“Ji Mingxuan…”

“Good boy.”

Ji Mingxuan lowered his head and kissed the top of Shen Mo’s hair. His fingers moved swiftly, pushing Shen Mo over the edge into a peak of overwhelming pleasure.

Shen Mo was lost in the dazed afterglow, his body completely limp. Ji Mingxuan wrapped an arm around his waist and brought his other, dirtied hand to Shen Mo’s lips.

Shen Mo was just about to lick those long fingers when he heard Ji Mingxuan laugh softly. Then he turned toward the door and said, “Zhou Yang, have you seen enough?”