Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

It was warm under the covers, and even a little damp because Shang Song was sweating slightly.

Xie Jing's palm was dry, and he covered it.

Shang Song almost immediately uttered inaudible babbling in his sleep, and obediently snuggled into Xie Jing's arms.

While Shang Song was asleep, Xie Jing didn't mind giving him more.

Give me whatever I want.

Be patient enough, be gentle enough.

The hands of the ancient book restorer are steady and precise.

Unconsciously, Shang Song began to wriggle and rub against Xie Jing's arms, and finally, slowly opened his eyes.

His voice was soft and hoarse: "Um... Xie Jing..."

Xie Jing continued with his work, only glancing at him briefly before responding with a low "Mm."

Shang Song was so pleased with himself that he was in no condition to think.

Unable to think, he wondered why Xie Jing would suddenly do this for him.

Isn't it said that you can't not get married?

He was now simply enjoying the novel experiences Xie Jing was giving him, purely out of instinct.

More fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his cheeks grew increasingly pink, and his lips parted as he panted, exhaling hot breath.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he buried his face in Xie Jing's chest, moaning and waiting for something.

Soon, soon.

He gripped Xie Jing's pajamas tightly, his mind wandering aimlessly.

The next moment, everything came to an abrupt end.

Xie Jing withdrew his hand without warning.

Time seemed to have been frozen.

Shang Song felt as if he had fallen from the clouds in an instant, and he was stunned for several seconds before he realized what had happened.

He lifted his head from Xie Jing's embrace, his eyes still red with emotion, and his eyes still brimming with tears.

He was both ashamed and angry: "Xie Jing! You...you bastard!"

Xie Jing remained expressionless, simply asking calmly, "Hmm, do you want more?"

Shang Song roared, "What do you think?!"

Xie Jing sighed almost imperceptibly, even straightening Shang Song's pajamas before meeting Shang Song's gaze again and slowly announcing, "But, Shang Song, we're not married yet."

Shang Song: ?

Shang Song was completely furious.

He shoved Xie Jing away violently, so angry he wanted to kill him: "Get married my ass! You did this on purpose!"

Xie Jing remained expressionless. He leisurely sat up on the bed, straightened his pajamas which had been disheveled by someone, and then got up with smooth and elegant movements.

He walked leisurely to the indoor dressing area, turned his back to the bed, and began to slowly loosen his pajamas, revealing his beautiful, smooth back muscles and narrow waist...

As he changed into his pajamas, he slowly began to speak:

"You were the one who put it here first this morning."

"You've rubbed your pajama pants so badly they're a mess."

"I'm a normal man too, and there are times when I can't control my emotions."

"You're a 22-year-old adult, you should be able to understand, right, Shang Song?"

Shang Song, who was sulking under the covers: ? ? ?

He doesn't understand anything!

Xie Jing observed Shang Song's reaction on the bed through the reflection in the dressing area mirror. Seeing that he was too angry to speak, he bent down slightly and picked up the pants that Shang Song had just taken off.

He held the silk pajama bottoms in his hand, his tone indifferent, as if it were just casual conversation:

"We can't take this one."

"Including the one you tore before, this is the second set."

He paused, casually tossed his pajama bottoms back into the laundry basket, turned and walked towards the bathroom. As he passed the bed, his steps slowed, and his speech became even more deliberate.

"It seems we need to have a few more sets prepared."

Shang Song suddenly jumped out of bed and yelled at Xie Jing's back:

"Xie Jing! You bastard!!! I'm not finished with you!!!!"

Xie Jing paused for a moment at the bathroom door, but did not turn around, only chuckled softly.

Then, the bathroom door was gently closed, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Shang Song sat on the bed, his chest still heaving violently. He stared at the closed bathroom door, listening to the damned sound of water inside, his mind buzzing.

One moment it's the intense feeling from just now, the next it's Xie Jing's hateful face and those deliberate words.

Wedding! Wedding! Another wedding!

Shang Song gritted his teeth.

He loves Xie Jing terribly, but marriage is out of the question!

That bastard did it on purpose!

Use this method to force him!

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

A while later, Xie Jing walked out looking refreshed, exuding a composure that infuriated Shang Song.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and naturally leaned over, wanting to give Shang Song a kiss on the forehead.

Shang Song abruptly turned her head away, glaring at him fiercely, her eyes still red, like a little bear about to pounce and bite.

Xie Jing wasn't annoyed. Instead, he readily ruffled Xie Jing's messy hair, as if he hadn't been the one who had just acted so inhumanly. "Get up, wash up, it's time for breakfast."

"I'm not eating! I'm full of anger!" Shang Song shouted.

Xie Jing stopped rubbing Shang Song's hair and instead grabbed Shang Song's waist, pulling him onto his lap.

Shang Song exclaimed in surprise. The next moment, Xie Jing lowered his head and kissed her.

Shang Song struggled, but he was firmly locked up.

At first, Shang Song could still glare and punch his shoulder, but the force of the punches quickly weakened due to lack of oxygen and trembling.

Xie Jing pushed him away slightly only when his vision blurred. His breath was hot and his voice was low and hoarse: "I'll give you anything as long as we get married."

Shang Song was so dizzy from the kisses that his heart was pounding. In his blurred vision, all he could see was Xie Jing's outrageously handsome face.

That face, too, was now tinged with the color of emotion.

It took him several seconds to break free from Xie Jing's terrifying temptation.

He was panting, but suddenly raised his hand and accurately poked someone's private parts.

Shang Song seemed to have seized upon some incredible weakness; he raised his chin, his voice sounding both arrogant and wicked:

"Hmph, as if you could stand it if we didn't get married."

He pressed down hard with his fingertip and heard Xie Jing's sudden suppressed groan. The frustration of being caught in a rut instantly turned into the triumphant feeling of revenge.

"See?" he scoffed, "Even if we don't get married, you'll have to give yourself to me sooner or later."

After saying that, taking advantage of the moment when Xie Jing's eyes darkened, he slipped out of Xie Jing's arms like a slippery fish, jumped off the bed, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and turned back to make a slight face at Xie Jing.

"Just you wait!" Shang Song threw down these words, then rushed into the bathroom without looking back, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Shang Song leaned against the bathroom door, his legs weak and his hands limp.

No.

Can't sit still.

Xie Jing, that blockhead, is really good at this now.

He must get his revenge!

This matter cannot be left unresolved!