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The soft rays of sunlight filtered through a small gap in the tent's top, gently spilling into the interior.
The light cast mottled shadows on the ground and across the boy's figure. His skin, as smooth and pale as jade, glowed softly under the warm illumination, exuding a delicate and enchanting sheen, reminiscent of a dreamlike scene that held an unreal beauty.
Pei Guanjing held Ye Chen's hands firmly behind his back with one hand while the other slowly pulled at Ye Chen's collar to check for injuries.
As the collar was pulled open, large swathes of Ye Chen's snow-white chest were suddenly exposed. The delicate, smooth skin glistened under the gentle caress of sunlight, appearing even more radiant, as if it emitted a soft halo.
This scene carried an unmistakable hint of allure.
Feeling uneasy, Ye Chen struggled to pull one hand free in an attempt to block Pei Guanjing's view.
Noticing this, Pei Guanjing quickly focused his mind and freed his grip on Ye Chen's hand. He said in a low voice, "Stop moving. Let me check. If you've injured your heart or broken a rib, the consequences would be dire."
Ye Chen was nearly driven to madness; why was Pei Guanjing so stubborn and unyielding? He had already told him he was fine—why wouldn't he believe him?
"Master," Ye Chen said softly, almost on the verge of tears. "I really am fine. Please let me go."
As he spoke, Ye Chen managed to pull out another hand and used both to pry at Pei Guanjing's hand resting on his chest.
He was now a Kun Ze; being exposed like this to a Tian Qian was bad enough—how could he allow Pei Guanjing to touch him? It felt like a significant loss!
But Pei Guanjing seemed unfazed; instead of releasing his grip, he effortlessly intertwined Ye Chen's hands and pinned them behind his head.
"Don't move." Pei Guanjing's usually cool voice now carried an indescribable emotion—deep and tinged with an irresistible authority.
His gaze passed through the open collar of Ye Chen’s shirt and caught sight of two plum blossoms blooming against the backdrop of snow.
On his white skin were two rosy spots that resembled red plums defiantly blossoming amidst thick snow, or perhaps like flower stamens surrounded by layers of white lotus petals.
The stark contrast between red and white was strikingly vivid at that moment, causing Pei Guanjing’s breath to hitch involuntarily.
Taking a deep breath, Pei Guanjing attempted to suppress the inexplicable feelings surging within him.
His right hand gently pressed against various parts of Ye Chen’s chest, carefully avoiding the sensitive areas. As he pressed, he quietly asked, "Does this hurt?" His voice carried a tenderness and concern he himself had not realized.
Ye Chen struggled desperately, but his hands were firmly restrained by Pei Guanjing, leaving him unable to move. He dared not shout, "Master, I'm actually Kun Ze!" For if he did, it would be like confessing his identity. So he could only awkwardly reply, "It doesn't hurt! Not at all, I just tripped and fell. Master, please let me go."
Yet some men are strange creatures. When you say no, they only seem to tighten their grip, as if doing so would satisfy some hidden and somewhat twisted desire for conquest within them.
Ye Chen never imagined that one day he would personally verify this with Pei Guanjing.
Pei Guanjing's long fingers continued to gently press against various spots on Ye Chen's chest, carefully feeling the delicate and smooth texture beneath his touch, not missing any area that might be injured. After a thorough examination, he found no signs of broken ribs.
Could it be that the heart was injured?
In truth, even Pei Guanjing himself was hesitant to admit that he harbored some selfish thoughts. He had known for a while that his compatibility with Ye Chen was high; he just never expected it to be to such an extent.
Just a hint of Haitang Fragrance seemed to carry a kind of magic, compelling him to use all his rationality to suppress the emotions within him from bursting forth like a dam breaking.
"Master!" Ye Chen raised his voice in urgency.
He was truly anxious at this moment. What was going on? Pei Guanjing, you bastard! You’ve practically touched every part of my chest, and you still won’t let go!!!
Ye Chen struggled with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, he remained firmly restrained by Pei Guanjing. In desperation, he kicked out at Pei Guanjing with his legs.
However, Pei Guanjing seemed completely oblivious to this resistance and remained focused on his actions.
He gently brushed over the area around Ye Chen's ribs, carefully pressing down before slowly lifting his gaze to meet Ye Chen's eyes. In a deep and steady voice, he asked, "Does it hurt here?"
At that moment, Pei Guanjing's dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if filled with thick black ink—impossible to discern what emotions lay hidden within.
Ye Chen wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in; he felt utterly embarrassed.
Pei Guanjing, can you really not understand human speech? Though he dared think such thoughts in his heart, Ye Chen would never have the courage to voice them.
He bit down hard on his lip until it nearly turned white, forcing himself not to cry out loudly.
He could think it but would never dare say it aloud. So he bit down on his lip until it almost turned white and refrained from shouting. Perhaps once Pei Guanjing finished checking him over, he would finally let go!
This was Ye Chen's greatest hope at that moment; surely he could give up those red envelope gifts!
"Master! Please let me go!"
However, when Pei Guanjing's large hand pressed down on that sensitive spot, Ye Chen felt a wave of intense pain wash over him, causing his heart to ache in response. He bit down hard on his lower lip, desperately suppressing a cry of anguish.
"Master," Ye Chen managed to say through gritted teeth, his pale face betraying his discomfort, his voice trembling slightly from the pain. "It doesn't hurt anymore, really. Pei Guanjing, please let me go. I'm begging you."
Tears welled up in the boy's dark eyes, shimmering like black jade glistening in water, exuding a pitiful glow. His small nostrils flared rapidly, and the tip of his nose was flushed red, resembling someone on the verge of tears yet desperately holding them back.
Seeing him like this, Pei Guanjing snapped back to reality. What was happening to him?
Pei Guanjing's hand suddenly released its grip, and Ye Chen darted away like a startled deer, hurriedly adjusting his clothes and retreating into a corner. He looked at Pei Guanjing with wide eyes filled with fear but didn't dare to speak, his eyes still red and brimming with grievance.
Though he was reluctant to admit it, seeing Ye Chen curled up beneath him, trying to avoid him, stirred an unexpected sense of dark amusement within Pei Guanjing.
After finally managing to fix his collar, Ye Chen shot Pei Guanjing a fierce glare that seemed to silently accuse him.
Pei Guanjing chuckled softly at the sight. Leaning forward slightly, he gently ruffled Ye Chen's hair and spoke in a soothing tone, "Master was just checking on you. Why act as if I were bullying you?"
Ye Chen remained silent.
You know whether you’re bullying me or not! But ultimately, he didn’t dare voice his thoughts. Instead, he turned his head away, refusing to look at Pei Guanjing, feeling frustrated with no outlet for his emotions.
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