It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

"I'm all clean, Master..."

Wei Xun suddenly opened his eyes: "Who!"

As he sat up, the blanket slipped off, revealing his well-defined chest.

He noticed the trembling boy standing by the bed and said irritably, "Do I have to come and report even after I've washed myself clean?"

Nan Yan was stunned, her eyelashes drooping wetly, her brown eyes filled with confusion.

In the club, after being cleaned up, the trained children are expected to wait patiently in front of their masters.

He thought Wei Xun meant the same thing, but the man's reaction left him completely baffled.

"Master... what should I do?" His voice trembled.

Wei Xun frowned even more as he looked at his bewildered yet obedient appearance.

The boy still had the moisture from his shower, and the collar of his light blue pajamas revealed his reddened shoulders and faint marks on his collarbone.

Her skin was so white it was dazzling, glistening with water droplets, like a freshly peeled egg.

"You should go to bed!" Wei Xun's voice was impatient. "Didn't I make myself clear?"

His meaning was to let Nan Yan go back to the second bedroom to sleep.

However, Nan Yan's more than ten years of training had already ingrained itself in his bones, and he would think that the word "go to bed" was an implication from his master.

He bit his lower lip, mustered his courage, and carefully climbed onto the bed, holding onto the edge of the bed with both hands.

The mattress sank slightly, and Wei Xun could clearly smell the clean scent emanating from the boy, which was inexplicably alluring.

Nan Yan knelt and lay prostrate in front of Wei Xun, her body taut and straight.

He remembered what he had been taught at the club: to actively please the host.

But he had never actually done it before, and could only clumsily try to figure it out based on fragments of his memory.

His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly reached for Wei Xun's wrist.

The moment my fingertips touched the other person's warm skin, I recoiled as if burned, but then gritted my teeth and held on gently.

Wei Xun's wrists were strong and powerful, with distinct knuckles, completely different from his own slender wrists.

Nan Yan's breathing gradually quickened, her cheeks flushed even more deeply, and even her ears turned bright red.

He lowered his head, bringing his breath close to Wei Xun's neck, his warm breath brushing against the other's skin.

He didn't know what to do, so he could only gently rub his nose against Wei Xun's neck.

The soft touch carried the unique awkwardness of youth, and Wei Xun's body stiffened abruptly.

He could feel the boy's trembling body and the faint, watery fragrance.

Damn.

Wei Xun cursed under his breath.

He shouldn't have reacted; this was just a troublesome fellow, a burden he'd bought on a whim.

But her body reacted uncontrollably, her gaze involuntarily falling on the boy's flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

Nan Yan sensed Wei Xun's stiffness and realized she had done something wrong, which made her even more panicked.

He loosened his grip on Wei Xun's wrist, his fingers hesitantly moving downwards to grab the hem of Wei Xun's clothes, trying to lift it up.

His movements were clumsy and awkward; his fingertips brushed against Wei Xun's waist and abdomen, bringing a slight shiver.

"Enough." Wei Xun suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Nan Yan's wrist, the force so great that the boy groaned in pain.

Seeing the tears welling up in Nan Yan's eyes, his agitation intensified.

I was annoyed by Nan Yan's ungratefulness, but even more annoyed by my own uncontrollable reaction.

With a muffled thud, Nan Yan was violently pushed off the bed by Wei Xun and fell onto the soft carpet.

A dull pain shot through his back, and he froze, lying on the ground, supporting himself with his arms, unable to recover for a long time.

"Disgusting!" Wei Xun's voice was filled with undisguised disgust. "Go sleep in that room and don't you dare bother me again!"

He pointed to the door, and the rejection in his eyes made Nan Yan's heart clench.

Nan Yan then realized that she had misunderstood Wei Xun's meaning.

Wei Xun only asked him to sleep, not to fulfill any "obligations".

"What are you still standing there for?" Seeing that he didn't move, Wei Xun grabbed a pillow next to him and threw it at him. "If you keep standing there, I'll send you back to your gay club!"

Nan Yan trembled with fright and quickly pushed open the door and retreated.

Back in the second bedroom, Nan Yan slid down to the floor, leaning against the door, her chest still heaving violently.

This man is so strange.

They spent a lot of money to buy him, but never touched him.

They threw him out of the hotel to fend for himself, but then rescued him from the terrible place of the train station.

She took him back to the presidential suite, but then refused his "services".

In the club, all the owners bought them for their own amusement.

But Wei Xun seemed different from those people.

Nan Yan rested for a while before finally going to bed.

The mattress was soft, and my body sank into the soft bedding, experiencing a comfort I had never felt before.

The quilt carried a faint fragrance, somewhat similar to Wei Xun's scent, but gentler.

The fear, exhaustion, and humiliation of the past few days seemed to be enveloped by the soft bed and warm blankets, gradually dissipating at this moment.

He hadn't slept in such a comfortable bed in so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep soundly.

Nan Yan closed her eyes, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

The wound on his ankle was still throbbing, and the red marks on his wrist had not faded, but he no longer found it so unbearable.

Regardless of why Wei Xun did this, and regardless of what awaits him in three days, at least for now, he is safe and can get a good night's sleep.

As her eyelids grew heavier, Nan Yan's breathing gradually became even, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

In the master bedroom, Wei Xun lay on the bed, turned his head to the side, and looked at the moonlight shining through the window.

He raised his hand and pressed his temples; the uncontrollable heat from before had not completely subsided.

As soon as I close my eyes, I see Nan Yan's flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

Damn it.

Wei Xun turned over in frustration, inwardly cursing himself for being so spineless.

It's just a trained toy!

He's the president of the Wei Group, what kind of people hasn't he seen? Why would he react to such a naive and troublesome young man?

He shouldn't have impulsively bought it.

Now, bringing the person back from the train station has become an inescapable problem.

Moreover, this troublesome person always bursts into tears at the drop of a hat, which is annoying to look at.

Wei Xun opened his eyes and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his expression complex.

He had lived for thirty years and had always been decisive and ruthless; he had never been so at a loss.

But faced with this sudden "trouble" from Nan Yan, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Did I just create a burden that I can't get rid of?

Wei Xun sighed, irritably pulling the blanket around himself, forcing himself not to think about that boy anymore.

The more I try to force it, the clearer the image becomes in my mind, and the more I can't shake it off.