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

That morning, the doorbell of Wei Xun's house in Huayao Mansion rang on time.

Aunt Chen went to open the door.

It wasn't a courier; it was a Chelotee salesperson who came to my door with two large suitcases.

Customers of Wei Xun's caliber never need to visit the store in person.

Back when he settled abroad, he signed exclusive contracts with several top luxury brands—the brands would prepare the new ready-to-wear clothes for each season according to his size and preferences, and send people to deliver them to his door regularly, saving him the trouble of trying them on and requiring no extra effort from him.

Aunt Chen skillfully instructed the shop assistant to push the suitcase into the dressing room.

"Mr. Wei is at the company, I'm here to help him inspect the goods." Aunt Chen opened one of the boxes, which contained a whole set of high-end custom-made shirts.

She picked up a white shirt, her fingertips tracing the buttons on the collar, and couldn't help but mutter, "You need to sew the buttons on this batch tighter. The last batch you sent all had buttons fall off after only one wear. For such a high-end brand, it's unacceptable that buttons keep falling off so frequently."

The deliveryman was full of doubt: "Really? Our craftsmanship has always been impeccable. It can't be that bad..."

Despite saying that, he nodded in agreement: "Auntie, don't worry, I'll take it back and reinforce it before bringing it back. I'll sew on extra stitches to make sure it's secure; no matter how you pull it, it won't come off."

Aunt Chen nodded in satisfaction, checked the suit again, and signed the order after confirming that there were no problems.

……

Night was falling.

Only the bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, its warm yellow light enveloping an ambiguous and tender atmosphere.

Wei Xun pressed his forehead against Nan Yan's, his breath still carrying the lingering heat.

He lowered his head and kissed Nan Yan's trembling eyelashes, his fingertips habitually reaching for his shirt collar—after each such intimate moment, he would tear off a button and hand it to Nan Yan as a reward.

That little cat always carefully collects the buttons, storing them in a glass jar. What wish is it waiting to make?

Thinking of this, Wei Xun curled the corners of his lips, pinched the black mother-of-pearl button with his fingertips, and applied slight pressure.

Buttons that used to come off with a gentle tug now remain firmly in place.

He frowned, increased the pressure, his fingertips turning white from the force, but the buttons remained firmly sewn onto the shirt, showing no sign of loosening.

Wei Xun cursed under his breath: What the hell are these tailors up to? Are they sewing on buttons or hammering in cement nails?!

Undeterred, he tried again, but the button remained firmly in place.

Meanwhile, Nan Yan beside him was still breathing heavily with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, her long eyelashes drooping wetly, and her chest rising and falling slightly.

His lips were slightly parted, glistening with moisture, as he obediently waited for the "reward" button to fall into his mouth.

Seeing that obedient and devout look warmed Wei Xun's heart.

The frustration of not being able to unbutton the shirt was instantly suppressed, replaced by an even more intense surge of heat.

Wei Xun looked at Nan Yan's slightly parted lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he simply gave up on arguing with the button.

He lowered his head, his fingertips gently tracing Nan Yan's lips.

Then, he reached out and picked up a very, very big cherry.

The scorching cherries, still carrying a fresh aroma, were gently fed into Nan Yan's mouth by him.

Nan Yan let out a soft moan, her eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

The cherry that suddenly appeared in his mouth startled him for a moment, its intense sweetness filling his mouth.

He mumbled a "hmm," looking at Wei Xun with hazy eyes, as if protesting or asking a question.

Wei Xun chuckled softly, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "If you can't get the button off, I'll give you a different reward first."

He reached out and gently pressed down on Nan Yan's hand, which was trying to push him away. His fingertips caressed Nan Yan's reddened wrist, and his gaze locked onto Nan Yan's eyes with a deep intensity: "The way you are, it's really hard not to tease you."

Nan Yan's face turned even redder.

He wanted to say something, but the cherry in his mouth moved slightly, spilling a little bit of sweet juice that slid down the corner of his mouth.

Wei Xun's gaze darkened instantly.

Nan Yan's body trembled slightly, and he unconsciously clenched the cherry in his hand. The sensation that could only be deleted came through the unwritten part, causing a heat to spread throughout his body.

The moonlight outside the window filtered through the thin curtains, casting a hazy silver glow.

The sounds of breathing in the bedroom gradually intertwined, lingering and long.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Xun finally released Nan Yan and looked at the tears welling up in his eyes.

Nan Yan choked, coughing repeatedly, her cheeks flushed. She gently pushed his chest, her voice as soft as cotton: "Sir... how could you do this..."

Wei Xun chuckled and pinched his cheek. "Sorry, I went a bit too far. The buttons today are too sturdy to tear off. I'll go get some scissors and tear off a couple for you as compensation."

Nan Yan's face turned even redder. She buried her head in the blanket and mumbled a soft "hmm."

His kitten is always so well-behaved and so easily satisfied.