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

"Please..."

Nan Yan's voice was very soft, her cheeks were flushed, and even the tips of her ears were tinged with a blush of shame.

His eyelashes trembled, and he dared not look directly at the man in front of him.

Wei Xun... seemed to be deliberately torturing people.

"What do you want from me?" Wei Xun leaned even lower, his voice laced with mockery. "What's wrong? Can't you even speak properly anymore?"

Nan Yan trembled even more violently. He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing helplessly a few times, before finally managing to utter four words: "Please... let me..."

"What do you want me to do?" Wei Xun pressed on, his fingertips applying slight pressure. "Explain yourself. What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I'll consider it."

"I..." Nan Yan's tears welled up again: "I...I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Wei Xun snorted, his voice lower and more dangerously magnetic: "How did you know when you were kissing that person in the car? Where did he touch you? Here?"

"No? Here?"

These words made Nan Yan even more embarrassed. He choked up and said, "I was wrong... Sir, please stop, I beg you..."

"You don't have to say. But you have to explain clearly what you're begging me for." Wei Xun raised his right hand, his fingertips brushing against Nan Yan's lips, his fingertips...

Nan Yan bit her lip, tears clinging to her eyelashes: "Please...use it..."

"Use you?" Wei Xun gently poked his soft lower lip with his fingertip, deliberately making things difficult: "How do you mean to use me? Be specific. I don't like guessing."

Nan Yan's eyes were full of pleading: "Please...use..."

"With what?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Make it clear, Nan Yan."

Nan Yan blushed deeply, her voice barely audible, "Please..."

A dark light flickered in Wei Xun's eyes, his fingertips tracing the seam of his lips...

Nan Yan subconsciously...

……

"You little vixen," Wei Xun muttered under his breath, "So skilled? Did that guy teach you?"

"Um...no, no..." Nan Yan denied vaguely.

Wei Xun pinched the towel with his left hand, causing Nan Yan to cry out in pain.

And so, Wei Xun…

"Um... sir..." Nan Yan pleaded indistinctly, her eyes reddening.

Suddenly, he...

"You're already done for?" Wei Xun... He deliberately held it up in front of Nan Yan's eyes: "Were you this easily teased when you were kissing someone else just now?"

Nan Yan's face turned even redder, and her tears fell even more fiercely, causing his consciousness to begin to blur again.

Looking at his... appearance, Wei Xun's eyes... (description prohibited)

(Description prohibited) Chin, neck, all the way down, (Description prohibited) (I'm really impressed, it's been cut down to this extent).

"Since you've asked me, I'll grant your wish." His voice was low and hoarse.

As he spoke, he reached out to... his fingers barely touching the edge of the towel—

Just then, his phone rang.

Wei Xun paused, his brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure at being interrupted flashed in his eyes.

He glanced down at his vibrating phone on the bedside table. The name on the caller ID made him hesitate for a second before he reached out and picked it up to answer.

"Hey, Qinglin?" His voice instantly returned to its usual calm and restrained tone, completely different from the bewildered man from before.

A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone, reporting something.

"Hmm," Wei Xun responded, his expression gradually changing as he listened to the other person's words.

"What? Really?!" His voice suddenly carried a rare hint of excitement.

"How much will the tariff be reduced? Huh? 10%?" He sat up straight immediately.

"Great! I'm coming right away!" He stood up excitedly.

Clearly, Wei Xun had just received important good news that could turn around the business predicament that had been troubling him for many days.

His eyes cleared instantly, all his awkwardness vanished, replaced by the sharp glint of a businessman.

After hanging up the phone, he looked down at Nan Yan, who was lying paralyzed on the bed.

The boy was half-conscious, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly swollen, and tears still clinging to his eyelashes, looking like he had been badly bullied.

Wei Xun's gaze fell on his right cheek, where a faint red mark remained—a mark he had made himself.

At this moment, his heart was filled with apology and heartache.

He reached out and gently touched the red mark with his fingertips, his movements tender.

Then he said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "Little thing, what a pity... I won't eat you tonight, I have more important things to do."

Then he pulled the blanket next to him and carefully covered Nan Yan with it.

"I have to go out for a bit. You'll be sleeping here tonight, don't wander off." His voice softened a little, but it still carried a commanding tone.

Nan Yan murmured something in a daze, it was unclear whether she heard him clearly.

The effects of the medication and the ordeal had exhausted him completely, and a wave of fatigue washed over him, almost overwhelming him.

His eyelids drooped, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep, his breathing becoming even and long.

He didn't know when Wei Xun left.

...and had no idea when he returned.