Yingqu Liuzi was pampered by her wealthy daddy.

Shen Yu'an hunched over and grabbed Xize's shoulder. Then Xize's fingers slid down his back and pulled Shen Yu'an's shirt out of his waistband.

Xize's fingers didn't stop, tracing down his waistline and unbuttoning his trousers.

Xize stood up, lifted him up by the buttocks, and placed him on the desk.

When Shen Yu'an's back hit the table, the documents were swept aside, and the pages were scattered on the table. He braced himself with his elbows to steady himself.

Xize stood in front of him, the desk at roughly the same height as the two of them. Xize looked down at him, then bent down and pulled him up a little from the desk.

The items on the table were pushed further and further away; the folder slid to the corner of the table and fell off; and the papers were scattered on the dark carpet.

Footsteps make a slight rustling sound when they step on a piece of paper.

"Hold me tight," Caesar whispered in his ear.

Xize lifted him up from the table.

Xize carried him for a couple of steps, his knees touching the edge of the sofa before turning around and placing Shen Yu'an on the carpet.

The dark-colored wool carpet was the perfect thickness.

His hair was spread out on the carpet, and he looked up to see Caesar leaning over him.

Shen Yu'an tilted his head back, the back of his head resting on the carpet.

"Don't move."

Shen Yu'an stopped moving, but his breathing became erratic. Every time Xize's fingers moved to a different position, his breathing would stop.

Shen Yu'an grabbed Xize's wrist.

He grabbed a handful of the carpet's rough side.

"cold……"

His shoulders were trembling, and his knees scraped against the carpet before regaining their balance.

"Are you done yet...?" Shen Yu'an's voice was muffled on the back of his hand.

Caesar's lips brushed against the back of his neck: "Okay."

Xize's hand gripped his waist.

Then Xize picked him up.

……

"You're holding me..."

"Mmm." Xize's chin rested on his shoulder.

He could hear Xize's breathing in his ear, much heavier than usual.

Shen Yu'an shook his head, then nodded. He himself didn't know what he had just done.

Caesar moved his hand to his chin.

"Baby, I'm here." Xize's voice was very hoarse.

The ceiling in my line of sight is spinning.

"Please..." Shen Yu'an's voice was choked with sobs, the last syllable drawn out.

Xize's lips were pressed against his temple, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Hang in there a little longer."

Shen Yu'an shook his head.

……

Shen Yu'an had her eyes closed, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rising and falling very shallowly.

Xize looked down at him, reached out and touched the corner of Shen Yu'an's eye, wiping away a tear with his fingertip.

"Baby?"

Shen Yu'an didn't open his eyes. He hummed softly, as if squeezed out from deep in his throat.

Her calves were exposed, and the chain on her ankle flashed under the lamplight.

Xize sat on the edge of the sofa with Shen Yu'an in his arms. Shen Yu'an leaned against him, her head resting on his chest, her breathing gradually becoming even.

His eyelids were half-closed, the wet marks on his eyelashes were not yet completely dry, and his fingers, which were resting on his waist, were loosely curled.

Xize gently patted his back twice.

He glanced down at Shen Yu'an's face to make sure he was just tired and there was nothing else wrong. Then his hand slid from Shen Yu'an's back to his waist and stopped there, his thumb pressing on the skin in the hollow of his waistline.

Shen Yu'an snorted and his eyelids twitched, but he didn't open his eyes.

"It's not over yet." Xize's voice was close to the top of his head, not loud, but very clear.

Shen Yu'an's eyelashes trembled.

……

His hand slid down from Caesar's hair and rested on his shoulder, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

What did you call me?

……

"Hold me tight..." Xize's voice was in his ear.

"Look at me and say that."

"What did you say...?"

"Tell me you want more."

Shen Yu'an's face flushed crimson. He turned his head, trying to avoid Xize's gaze, but Xize's hand gripped his chin, preventing him from moving. He paused for two seconds, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "I want more."

……

Xize pulled him closer to him, making him stick even tighter.