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Su Qianyu agreed.
Just a moment ago, he was still making bold statements, and now he found himself climbing into Yan Silin's bed for 30 million. Su Qianyu felt a bit ashamed of himself.
He sat on Yan Silin's bed, the soft mattress seemingly mocking his choice in silence. He could hear the sound of water from the shower, the rushing water like a death knell, making him feel a bit dazed.
He had almost been part of all of Yan Silin's nameless days — they were so fleeting, like a shooting star that briefly lit up the night sky.
However, the days of fame were few and far between because they had already parted ways before Yan Silin was about to become famous.
To say they parted ways wasn't entirely accurate; in fact, Su Qianyu had unilaterally ended their arrangement, kicking Yan Silin out.
So Su Qianyu understood that Yan Silin's 30 million to support him might stem from obsession or a desire to sleep with him, but it was unlikely to be out of love.
After all, in this world filled with interests and desires, love seemed so extravagant and unrealistic.
After thinking for a while, Su Qianyu made up his mind and began to take off his clothes one by one, casually tossing them onto the floor until he was completely naked.
The room was warm with the heating on, wrapping around his body, yet it couldn't warm the coldness within his heart. After thirty-five minutes of Yan Silin being inside, Su Qianyu pushed open the bathroom door.
Inside, steam lingered in the air, and the damp walls felt slightly cold. However, Yan Silin wasn't showering; he was shirtless, wearing loose lounge pants, leaning against the sink with a cigarette in hand, lost in thought.
The smoke curled upwards, as complex as the thoughts in his mind.
Amidst the noisy sound of water, Yan Silin looked up, squinting slightly as he locked eyes with Su Qianyu at the door. It wasn't even cold, yet Su Qianyu felt a strange tremor while gripping the metal handle. The cold sensation seemed to transmit through his palm to his heart.
Yan Silin didn't move; he simply looked Su Qianyu up and down. Perhaps he smirked slightly before speaking with a hint of sarcasm: "Are you that eager for it?"
His tone was filled with sarcasm and disdain, as if mocking Su Qianyu's impatience.
He extinguished the half-burnt cigarette on the tile and tossed it into the nearby trash can, then tilted his chin towards Su Qianyu. "Come here." The gesture was concise and forceful, carrying an undeniable authority.
Su Qianyu closed the door and, under Yan Silin's gaze, walked over slowly.
The rising steam enveloped the entire room, and Su Qianyu was grateful that Yan Silin could not see his expression, just as he could not discern Yan Silin's.
It seemed they were not in a difficult-to-discuss arrangement; Su Qianyu was not someone who would strip for thirty million.
He tried to find a shred of dignity and comfort in this ambiguous atmosphere.
The distance between them was close enough; Su Qianyu awkwardly grasped Yan Silin's arm. He was slightly shorter than Yan Silin but much more slender. Compared to best Actor Yan's lean and masculine physique, he resembled a youthful boy in his early twenties, overly innocent.
His delicate fingers clutched Yan Silin's arm tightly, as if seeking some support.
It might not have looked good because Yan Silin did not look at him again. When Su Qianyu clumsily stood on his tiptoes to kiss his lips, Yan Silin tilted his head away. As a result, Su Qianyu only managed to kiss Yan Silin's Adam's apple.
He thought dully that perhaps being kept meant only sharing a bed, but not kissing. In that moment, a wave of disappointment and helplessness surged within him.
In the next second, Su Qianyu's arm was grasped by Yan Silin, turning him around so that his back pressed against Yan Silin's chest, forcefully pinned against the sink.
The mirror in front of them was fogged up, their overlapping silhouettes appearing ambiguous in the haze. The cold ceramic pressed against Su Qianyu's lower abdomen made him almost uncontrollably shiver.
"What are you shaking for?" Yan Silin lowered his head, his lips brushing against Su Qianyu's neck as he coldly remarked, "You don't look as good as before, Su Qianyu."
His voice carried a hint of indifference and criticism, as if evaluating a commodity.
After hearing this, Su Qianyu felt that he was not sad, he just wanted to stay away from Yan Silin, but Yan Silin's hand pressed him so hard that Su Qianyu had no way to escape. Su Qianyu had to turn his head and smiled at him: "Then can you still get hard?" There was a hint of provocation and stubbornness in his smile, trying to cover up his inner fragility. Yan Silin stared at the smile on Su Qianyu's lips and said nothing. After a while, Su Qianyu heard Yan Silin's casual voice, saying: "You can try." Yan Silin pressed Su Qianyu's head down. The water mist dampened the fabric, Su Qianyu took off Yan Silin's pants, and his fingertips were wet. He held Yan Silin's penis with his hand, then tilted his head and took it in his mouth. Yan Silin was so big that Su Qianyu could hardly bear it, he could only swallow it deeply with great force, as if it was a long time ago. But that was too long ago. Su Qianyu's warm cavity walls wrapped around Yan Silin, and the tip of her teeth scraped him awkwardly. Yan Silin looked down at Su Qianyu from above, watching him leaning under him, his black hair smooth, his smooth and white back slumped down into a beautiful arc, revealing only a little bit of his plump buttocks. The scene was enough to make people confused and fascinated, making Yan Silin's breathing become rapid. Su Qianyu's movements were obviously clumsy. After he scratched Yan Silin for the third time, Yan Silin pulled his hair and looked at Su Qianyu, his eyes heavy with desire and mockery: "Director Su, are your blowjob skills so bad too?" Su Qianyu held Yan Silin's half-hard penis with one hand. His lips were very red. After hearing this, his eyes were also red, as if containing tears: "You can't do this, Yan Silin." There was a hint of grievance and helplessness in his voice, as if he was begging for Yan Silin's tenderness.
Su Qianyu's thin chest was not rising and falling obviously, which was a sign of being very sad. He lowered his voice and repeated, "You can't do this to me." Yan Silin didn't say anything else, but just pulled up his pants, bent down, put his hands through Su Qianyu's waist, lifted him up with his hips, and turned to walk to the bedroom. Su Qianyu subconsciously put his arm around Yan Silin's neck, and didn't react a little: "Don't you want to give me a blowjob?" Their chests were very close, as if they could hear the resonating heartbeats. Su Qianyu heard Yan Silin's chest pronounce, "Hmm", and his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "You are a bad blowjob." "Okay," Su Qianyu responded sullenly, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Yan Silin was the only person he had served, and Su Qianyu couldn't find a reason to refute his evaluation. He just thought to himself that after five years, it was understandable that he was a little unfamiliar. The warm light was always on in the bedroom. Yan Silin looked at Su Qianyu who was lying on the bed looking at him, and felt that he was shining white in the dim night. The soft light sprinkled on Su Qianyu's body, as if covering him with a mysterious veil. Boom - the rain outside the window was getting heavier, and huge raindrops fell all over the sky and hit the French windows. Lightning shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and Su Qianyu saw Yan Silin's movements clearly. Yan Silin put on the condom with his eyes downcast. His expression was still indifferent, no different from usual, and his reverie curves were hidden in the darkness, but Su Qianyu saw that he was hard. It was very big, and seemed to be bigger than before. Su Qianyu shrank back quietly and began to feel a little scared. Perhaps noticing his movements, Yan Silin glanced at Su Qianyu lightly, then put his hand on his calf and pulled Su Qianyu over. Yan Silin's hands were very hot, caressing Su Qianyu's lower abdomen, and covering it with his whole body, making Su Qianyu's penis hard easily. "Open your legs a little," Su Qianyu heard Yan Silin's cold voice. It was just a few words, and Su Qianyu felt as if he was getting wet down there. It's really... No progress at all.
Su Qianyu thought helplessly, honestly opening his legs for Yan Silin, his feet hooking around Yan Silin's waist, as if urging him to move faster.
Yan Silin's heavy gaze remained locked on Su Qianyu's face, watching as Su Qianyu's neck turned completely red, his legs restlessly rubbing against his side.
This was a sign of Su Qianyu's arousal.
With his eyes closed, Su Qianyu couldn't see the fierce intent and nearly overflowing desire in Yan Silin's eyes; he only sensed Yan Silin lowering his head to take in a bit of his chest.
Su Qianyu let out a low moan, the tension in his feet momentarily tightening, feeling a rush of heat explode within him, making him feel intensely hot.
One of Yan Silin's hands was held by Su Qianyu, while the other hand covered his well-shaped backside, kneading it slowly yet firmly.
He recalled seeing Su Qianyu at Xiang Zhuang in the evening. Though he was slender, he had all the right features. Su Qianyu leaned against the sink, the fabric of his suit pants thin enough that it couldn't hide his perky backside, which stood out strikingly beneath his slim waist.
He was beautiful; Yan Silin thought to himself.
Before meeting Su Qianyu, there were times when just thinking of this name would cause him pain, making his heart ache. Other times it was longing and reluctance.
But upon seeing Su Qianyu, all those mixed feelings of three parts affection and seven parts resentment, along with an unknown amount of love and tears, transformed entirely into desire. Yan Silin was an ordinary man; at this moment, with Su Qianyu lying on his bed—beautiful and alluring—he forgot everything else and only wanted Su Qianyu to cry for him.
As a form of punishment, as an apology gift for their reunion.
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