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

The taxi stopped in front of the Platinum Hotel. Wei Xun paid the fare and led Nan Yan into the hotel.

When Nan Yan swiped the SIM card to open the door to the presidential suite, she immediately saw a pile of packaging bags next to the door. These were clothes, backpacks, and shoes she had bought at the mall that afternoon, which had already been delivered to the room.

He followed Wei Xun inside, standing somewhat bewildered at the doorway. Looking at the brand-new items, he turned to Wei Xun and whispered, "Sir, how can I repay you?"

Wei Xun had just changed his shoes and was unbuttoning his suit jacket; he was in a good mood.

He took off his suit jacket and tossed it to Nan Yan, hoping she would help him hang it up: "I have to work. You can play by yourself tonight."

Nan Yan, clutching her coat, stood frozen in disbelief: "Sir...you're letting me...play by myself?"

Wei Xunxin raised her hand and ruffled his hair: "I've already given you the toys, play with them yourself, do whatever makes you comfortable."

Wei Xun was referring to a tablet computer he had just bought that day, but Nan Yan misunderstood him.

In the club, "playing" is never just a literal word; it carries a specific meaning and is a way to please the guests.

His ears turned pink, his fingers gripped the lapel of his suit jacket tightly, and his voice was barely audible: "Sir, how long do I need to... play by myself?"

As Wei Xun turned to walk towards the study, he casually replied, "You can play until eleven o'clock, but you must go to bed at eleven, understand?"

He assumed Nan Yan was asking about the time spent playing on the tablet and didn't think much of it.

Nan Yan's cheeks flushed even redder, and her heart pounded.

He nodded with difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Sir, where do you need me to... play?"

"Let's play in the living room. The sofa is comfortable."

After saying that, he went straight to his study, taking out his phone as he went and dialing his assistant's number: "Qinglin, send the new project materials to my computer as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he closed the door to his study, turned on his computer, and began working.

Nan Yan stood there blankly, clutching Wei Xun's suit jacket in her arms, her mind a complete mess.

He looked down at the coat in his arms, then at the sofa, his heart still pounding.

He felt ashamed to "play by himself." But...

"My husband is so good to me. He bought me so many things, took me on the subway, ate hamburgers, and even wants to take me back to Nancheng to hire a tutor for me..."

He silently repeated it to himself, his eyes gradually hardening.

"Since it is what you want me to do, then of course I should do it, and do it well, so that I can repay you."

He raised his hand to look at the newly bought phone watch on his wrist. The screen showed that it was 8:30, and there were still two and a half hours until 11:00.

Nan Yan took a deep breath, grabbed her suit jacket, and tiptoed into the second bedroom.

He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and quickly took a shower.

The hot water washed away the day's fatigue, but it couldn't wash away the nervousness and shyness in my heart.

He dried himself off, and instead of putting on any other clothes, he picked up Wei Xun's suit jacket that was lying to the side and put it on.

"This was given to me by the master, he gave it to me... as a toy... He told me to play with this dress by myself..."

The suit jacket was so long it almost covered his thighs, and the sleeves were also too long.

The smell of tobacco on the fabric was stronger, lingering around his nose and making him inexplicably uneasy.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror was naked, wrapped in a large suit jacket. The collar had slipped open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes held a mixture of confusion and nervousness.

It looked somewhat strange, yet it conveyed an indescribable meaning.

Nan Yan turned off the bathroom light, slowly walked out of the second bedroom, and came to the sofa in the living room.

The sound of keyboards clicking in the study continued; Wei Xun was probably still busy working.

He took off his shoes, sat down on the sofa, sank deeper into the sofa, and then closed his eyes.

The fabric of the suit was very crisp, and the friction against his bare skin brought an unfamiliar sensation.

It's not the smoothness of silk, nor the softness of cotton, but rather a slightly rough texture, full of masculine hormones.

A faint smell of tobacco enveloped him, as if Wei Xun were right beside him.

Following the club's "play by yourself" approach, he began to imagine.

He remembered how Wei Xun had held him protectively in his arms on the subway that afternoon.

He remembered how Wei Xun wiped the sauce off his mouth at the hamburger joint.

He remembered how Wei Xun stroked his hair and said, "You have a home now," by the river.

My heart felt warm, yet also stirred with a strange flutter.

He began to imagine—

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The second hand of the wall clock moved exceptionally slowly, each strike echoing in the empty living room, colliding with the sound of the keyboard coming from the study, creating a sense of unease.

...He could only hold on by the obsession that "this is the master's order".

The sound of the keyboard in the study suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, the study door was gently pushed open, and Wei Xun came out.

He rubbed his temples, his face showing signs of exhaustion from work, and went straight to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of ice water.

After taking only two steps, his gaze fell on Nan Yan on the sofa.

Wei Xun stopped in his tracks.

"Nan Yan?" Wei Xun frowned, walked quickly over, and hugged him. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

When his warm palm touched her, Nan Yan flinched as if burned, then leaned weakly into his arms.

"Sir...I...could I finish this early...please..."

Wei Xun hugged him, his heart skipped a beat.

He looked down and saw something on the sofa...

"What do you mean, 'end it early'?" Wei Xun's brows furrowed even more, his tone full of doubt and worry. "What exactly are you doing?"

Nan Yan nestled in his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly: "You let me... by myself... until eleven o'clock..."

Wei Xun was stunned.

He stared at Nan Yan's reddened earlobes, looking at him... and instantly understood.

A sense of helplessness welled up inside him, and he sighed heavily, his voice full of heartache: "Poor child, what have you been taught all these years?"

Held in Wei Xun's arms, feeling the warmth and familiar scent of his embrace, Nan Yan's body...

He looked up at Wei Xun, his eyes glistening with tears, and asked, "Sir... I... may I kiss you?"

Wei Xun felt a pang in his heart. He reached out and ruffled Nan Yan's hair. "Silly girl, you're still young. Don't think about these things anymore. Be good and go to sleep."

Nan Yan's eyes dimmed, and a sense of loss welled up in her heart.

He tried to get up from Wei Xun's arms, but his legs went weak and he slid down the sofa and fell onto the carpet.

The suit jacket moved with the movement...

"Be careful." Wei Xun quickly bent down and picked him up helplessly.

Nan Yan's body was very light; holding her in my arms felt like holding a kitten.

He turned around, walked straight to the second bedroom, and gently placed him on the bed.

Nan Yan lay on the bed, curled up.

He looked at Wei Xun, his eyes filled with unease and fear: "Sir...did I do something wrong again? Did I make you angry?"

"I'm not angry." Wei Xun reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover his exposed skin. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then... sir, you don't like me?" Nan Yan asked cautiously.

Looking into his wet eyes, Wei Xun felt a pang of sadness and sighed again, "It's not that I don't like you. Don't overthink it, just get some sleep."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but Nan Yan gently tugged at his clothes.

Nan Yan's eyes were full of dependence: "Sir..."

Wei Xun hesitated for a moment, then finally patted his head: "It's not your fault. You've suffered too much... When we get back to Nancheng, I'll find you a reliable psychologist."

What kind of doctor is a psychologist?

"It's... for treating heart problems."

"Sir, I have no heart problems, it's just that my heart is beating a little fast right now."

Wei Xun smiled, hung the little white cat pendant from the bedside onto Nan Yan's finger, and said, "Hold this little toy, it will keep you company while you sleep. Imagine it becomes a real cat, and you take it to the park to run..."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up: "Sir, can I keep a real cat?"

"Ha..." Wei Xun chuckled, then playfully flicked his nose. "The little guy can barely take care of himself, and he wants to raise a cat?"

Nan Yan immediately pulled the blanket up to cover the lower half of her face: "I was wrong, sir, I asked for too much..."

"Not many. You can raise them when we get back to Nancheng."

"real?"

"Really. Okay, can we go to sleep now?"