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Extra Two: “Ye”
by CasualMTLThe transfer happened about three weeks ago.
It was to another investment division under the same group, primarily responsible for the private equity sector, which had incurred nearly twenty million in losses in just one quarter. The supervisor was dismissed without question, and Ye Ji’an was called in to save the situation.
This was not a temporary assignment but a long-term change. The new department had been a key focus of the company’s development in recent years, having gone through several directors, and was larger in scale than the Risk Control Department that Ye Ji’an had previously managed. His annual salary was nearly fifty percent higher, and he could also receive a small amount of stock options as a bonus. Although the suddenness of the situation brought considerable pressure, it could be considered a stroke of luck that he had been promoted, and even the notoriously bad-tempered General Manager congratulated him.
However, sometimes objective analysis and subjective feelings can differ greatly. When the news of the transfer hit him, Ye Ji’an, newly appointed, was unsure whether he should feel congratulated. He was faced with unfamiliar work, colleagues he had not yet built rapport with, and an unstable position; he had to change his office and confront all of this.
After leaving the General Manager’s office, he felt a bit dazed, burdened by this matter.
As for everything else, it seemed he had no say. As soon as the discussion with the higher-ups concluded, the General Affairs Department sent over two people, saying they would help him pack up his office and move. They encouraged him to voice any inconveniences, and seeing their enthusiasm, Ye Ji’an finally accepted in his heart—he had to go.
It was indeed not forced, but on one hand, he was someone who understood the situation, distinguishing between major and minor matters, and he knew how to calculate gains and losses. On the other hand, he ultimately felt that life needed a bit of challenge.
Would he be intimidated by a twenty million loss? That was not him. At most, he would earn that money back within a year.
He had few personal belongings, and most of the office materials had to be left behind. He moved out of the glass office he had occupied for over three years in just half a day. During that time, he saw Liang Xiao being called out by the General Manager’s secretary and not returning for half the day. As expected, the official announcement was released that afternoon, which included another personnel change besides him—
Liang Xiao had taken over Ye Ji’an’s former chair.
As expected, Ye Ji’an thought. Although the Risk Control Department was tough, exhausting, and poorly compensated, it had one advantage: it was a breeding ground for leaders, as it required a comprehensive view of operations. Similar to a reserve team, three or four of the current core executives had worked in Risk Control before. Although Liang Xiao was currently quiet, he would eventually take over a significant amount of equity, and it was necessary for him to pass through this stage.
Moreover, Liang Xiao’s work capabilities met all the criteria. While he might not have gained extra points in terms of interpersonal relationships, he had no issues either. The most likely topic of conversation regarding Liang Xiao was his age.
Not yet thirty—what does that mean? When Ye Ji’an first became a supervisor, he was already in his early thirties. Some of the more experienced colleagues still regarded him as a greenhorn, finding various ways to look down on him. Of course, there were whispers among other colleagues as well. The reason he managed to stay was that he realized that regardless of age, whoever could get the job done was the boss.
Liang Xiao could certainly do that.
Ye Ji’an suddenly realized that he had little to worry about. If he kept a nagging, motherly attitude, it might even seem like he was doubtful and lacking in confidence, which would be annoying.
But everything was happening too quickly, and there had been no time to discuss anything. He thought for a moment and sent Liang Xiao a WeChat message: How do you feel?
Liang Xiao: Just changing offices.
Ye Ji’an: Haha, it’s more than that. By tomorrow at the latest, you’ll have a lot more on your plate.
Liang Xiao: Hmm.
Ye Ji’an: If you have any questions, just ask me. I’ll come find you before I leave tonight.
Liang Xiao: Okay.
Ye Ji’an: Not happy?
Liang Xiao: It’s a bit sudden. 🙁
Ye Ji’an: You’ll get used to it soon.
He added a sticker of a little pig jumping with a ball, captioned “Keep it up.”
Liang Xiao didn’t reply.
Ye Ji’an looked at the animated stickers he had been frequently sending to Liang Xiao lately and suddenly felt a bit silly. Even if the Chairman had intervened in this matter, he probably hadn’t discussed it with his son, likely not even mentioning it. It was indeed unexpected, and it was normal for Liang Xiao to feel a bit awkward at the moment. He put down his phone and relaxed, looking around. The new office was at least much more spacious, the walls were finally not transparent, and there was even a private restroom.
Deciding to explore thoroughly, Ye Ji’an touched the showerhead, looked in the mirror, and even sat on the sink and toilet; it was quite spacious. He thought that sooner or later, he would have to have a moment with Liang Xiao in there.
But he hadn’t said that in three weeks.
At this moment, Ye Ji’an slightly turned his head, casting a barely noticeable glance at Liang Xiao.
It was a drinking gathering, with Kobe beef barbecue, and everyone sat around the long grill. The attendees were all familiar former colleagues. The purpose was twofold: to celebrate Supervisor Ye and Young Boss Liang’s promotions and to reunite with friends before parting ways. Ye Ji’an had been gone for three weeks, and everyone missed him a bit, because even if they didn’t genuinely miss him, they had to say so for the sake of harmony. The reason it had taken so long to gather was that both protagonists of the previous drinking parties had been adjusting, a bit flustered, and had been working overtime.
By the end, they often missed the last subway, and the trains ran in shifts, so they usually returned home too exhausted to do anything. At the end of June, the heat was unbearable; without smog, it was sunny, and with smog, it was stifling. The weather in Beijing made all the tropical reptiles at home feel lethargic, and even at midnight, it didn’t improve. After taking a hot shower, it felt like everyone had to lose three pounds of water weight.
How long had it been since he had done that? Ye Ji’an wondered.
The last time he had been naked and lying face down, indulging himself for a long time, Liang Xiao hadn’t even woken up, which had nearly kept him awake all night out of frustration.
Damn work and the damn summer, the two major culprits ruining his libido, even his appetite was not spared. Ye Ji’an broke a light sweat, but he had long lost the urge to roll up his sleeves and show his arms. He simply placed the half-eaten octopus sashimi back on the plate, sighing inwardly.
“Come on, come on, our new and old leaders need to toast! Mr. Ye, Mr. Liang, cheers!” Lao Chen from the Legal Department shouted, happily filling both their glasses with a type of sake called “Dassai,” which trembled in the small cups, reflecting the round lights. Their relationship had long become an unspoken understanding; they had both worn their rings at the same time, and with their usual closeness, most people were aware of it. Everyone quieted down, watching them.
Liang Xiao was on Ye Ji’an’s left. He turned slightly, raised his fine porcelain cup, and spoke clearly, “Now I understand the hardships of my Senior. I won’t let you down.” After a pause, he added earnestly, “Senior, in this new environment, you need to work hard too. We… will support you from behind.”
These were ordinary words, sounding appropriate yet distant, just a casual toast, but Ye Ji’an suddenly realized that Liang Xiao had never said this to him privately.
What had they talked about recently? Every day they met was filled with happiness, and sometimes their lunch schedules didn’t even align.
“You too,” Ye Ji’an raised his glass, the light clink resonating, and he smiled, “Our department is both poor and exhausting; it’s up to you to help us get rich in the future.”
Liang Xiao paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, downing his drink in one go. It was his first drink of the day, and Ye Ji’an didn’t hold back either. The Dassai was slightly spicy, with a very light flavor. Their glasses emptied, and they clinked again, the atmosphere at the table warming up. Xiao Li from the General Affairs Department excitedly grilled a new plate of beef shoulder, and conversations resumed, buzzing and humming. Ye Ji’an chatted with Lao Chen about the lottery, subtly leaning towards Liang Xiao.
If Liang Xiao were to wrap his arm around his waist or lean against the floor, slightly brushing against his backside, no one would notice.
But Liang Xiao didn’t.
He remained as he was before raising his glass, not participating much in the conversation, not drinking, only smiling politely, saying one drink was his limit, as he might still have to drive.
Liang Xiao was not happy, even now. Ye Ji’an knew.
But to say he was sulking wouldn’t be accurate. It was something more serious; sulking could be soothed.
To pinpoint when it had started… was it when he moved away from the thirty-fifth floor, leaving this department? Ye Ji’an began to recall. In the initial days, he had many reasons to go downstairs, like work handovers or forgetting to take something. He would try to carve out that time; even a brief meeting was good. Seeing Liang Xiao frowning at his old desk, calculating and assessing, or coldly talking on the phone, he always felt he could glimpse some new brilliance in that busyness, something he no longer possessed. Often, at those moments, Ye Ji’an would want to kiss him, but he would only lean in beside Liang Xiao, quietly placing his hand on Liang Xiao’s hand as they both navigated the mouse together.
Later, it became impossible. Liang Xiao didn’t need him to teach him hand-in-hand, nor was he bullied. He had taken on a role in the new unit, and running back to the old nest every day was not fair. Once, Ye Ji’an had gone down and saw Liang Xiao standing at his desk with three employees, engaged in a heated discussion. He just watched from outside for a moment, ultimately not entering, chatting briefly with a few former subordinates before quietly returning upstairs.
Some things couldn’t be so obvious; he was also afraid that his lingering protective feelings would bring Liang Xiao any negative impact.
After that, Ye Ji’an’s daily visits simplified to meeting in the smoking room. Every day, he would smoke two cigarettes, at ten in the morning and three-thirty in the afternoon. As long as there were no urgent matters, he would go downstairs on time, and Liang Xiao would be waiting for him in the Risk Control Department’s smoking room, that familiar little corner, facing a tall bookshelf, a comfortable little world. The first contact was the cigarette butts, then shoulders, and finally, lips.
Liang Xiao had asked if he liked the result of this transfer.
Ye Ji’an hugged his shoulders, leaning against him, his lips almost touching, saying he liked it. Aside from feeling a bit regretful about not being able to see what he used to see every day, he truly had no other complaints and didn’t want Liang Xiao to argue with his father over work matters related to him.
That day, he had also invited Liang Xiao to come to his office after lunch. With a two-hour break, it was almost enough time, and he had prepared everything, even asking the cleaning lady to clean the restroom. However, Liang Xiao said during lunch that a partner was coming for a meeting starting at one-thirty.
He looked quite dejected.
Ye Ji’an wiped his mouth with a napkin, “That’s true,” he said, “It’s almost one already; you won’t even have time to wash up.”
Business meetings required clarity, and guests had to be prepared in advance. He couldn’t just have a quick encounter five minutes before shaking hands and discussing cooperation.
Ye Ji’an understood, but he felt a sense of emptiness and regret, ultimately deciding to take a nap.
He received a call from Liang Xiao while washing his face.
“About forty minutes left,” Liang Xiao’s voice was calm, with a hint of laughter, “Senior, do as I say.”
“What?” Ye Ji’an hung up the towel, a few strands of hair damp, dripping a bit of water onto his nose. His hand gripped the doorknob, not rushing to exert force.
His sleeves hadn’t even been rolled down to button up, exposing his wrist bone and tattoo, reflected in the mirror.
“Sit tight, take off your clothes,” Liang Xiao said softly, “Remember to lock the door.”
“…Where are you?” Ye Ji’an began to understand, biting his lip as he locked the bathroom door.
“In the office, on my chair, with colleagues outside sleeping,” Liang Xiao laughed again, “Where are you, Senior? Are you sitting comfortably?”
“Um, on the toilet…” Saying this clearly made Ye Ji’an’s cheeks flush. He put his phone on speaker and began to deal with his belt, his dress pants sliding down to his ankles. The light was dim, and he looked at his knees and the tips of his shoes, “Take them off.”
“What about your top?”
“Not… not yet.”
“Unbutton it, Senior,” Liang Xiao coaxed gently, “Under your left collarbone, there’s a bite mark I left last time. See if it’s still there?”
“It is.”
“Touch it, circle your fingers around it like I did. Do you feel anything?”
“Um…” Ye Ji’an held his chin, gently caressing that piece of skin, instinctively tightening his legs.
“What color is it now?”
“A bit red…”
“Hmm, because your skin is very fair.”
The so-called phone sex, their first time like this, began just like that. They had used video during business trips before, but this time there was no image; the only thing Ye Ji’an could grasp was Liang Xiao’s voice, which seemed even shyer than before. Dry, patient, each word brushed against his ears, yet there was a hidden firmness that made his waist weak, both excited and embarrassed, making it impossible for him to refuse anything Liang Xiao asked him to do.
Yet Ye Ji’an still felt very thirsty, with only his own sweat and touches all over his body, feeling quite lonely. The stifling narrow space of midsummer made it hard to feel safe. One hand gripped his own member, while the other unconsciously explored his crack, rubbing at his entrance, teasingly pushing inside. Ye Ji’an felt it wasn’t enough, futilely imagining it was Liang Xiao’s, using more force, finally stimulated to the point of trembling, curling his waist, his feet lifting off the ground, his dress shoes precariously hanging on his toes, trying to pull in, his whole body shrinking, the heel of his shoe pressing against the toilet seat. Soft gasps and sweet moans escaped his throat, reaching the other end of the phone, prompting Liang Xiao to offer more words that sounded both like commands and encouragement.
Finally, Liang Xiao asked him, “Done?” He must have heard it.
“Um.” Ye Ji’an answered softly.
“You really know how to moan,” Liang Xiao laughed, “When you can touch with your hands, your ears aren’t so sensitive anymore.”
Ye Ji’an was left speechless, then asked, “Are you hard? There are still ten minutes…” As he spoke, he lowered his legs, trembling slightly, glancing at his watch, “Can I go down to see you?”
“No worries.” Liang Xiao seemed to have started looking at documents, the sound of paper rustling, “Just hold on a bit longer, and I’ll come down.”
“I can help you out!” Ye Ji’an said, lacking confidence. It wasn’t that he doubted his skills; he just felt there wasn’t enough time.
Sure enough, Liang Xiao was all business: “The secretary went down to pick someone up two minutes ago; they’re already at the door and will be coming in soon.”
“Well, okay,” Ye Ji’an said, still breathless, “You go ahead, don’t forget to drink water.” He slumped on the toilet, leaning against the cool tank, feeling like the call was about to end.
But Liang Xiao suddenly said, “Senior, you were really cute just now.”
“Ah?”
“I love you.” Three quick, light words, followed by the sound of bustling voices outside, likely the partners had arrived, and Liang Xiao hurriedly hung up the phone.
The busy tone rang, still on speaker, and Ye Ji’an’s hand was wet with a puddle, dripping down his leg. What he had just released.
This way of making love, like video calls, left Ye Ji’an feeling quite empty inside.
But Liang Xiao’s words filled him up.
In the past three weeks, this had been the only time they had made love.
Ye Ji’an’s memories abruptly halted, and he began to worry again, resting his forehead on his hand, looking as if he were drunk, his gaze drifting to Liang Xiao. Liang Xiao was chatting with someone, talking about him, how the Senior was doing, and Lao Chen, who was drunk, noticed Ye Ji’an turning away from his lottery topic and came over to interject, “Hey, I was saying, Young Boss Liang, you usually just call Mr. Ye ‘Senior,’ and you’re the only one who does that. We usually call him ‘Ge’ or ‘Mr. Ye,’ and formally, we call him ‘General Manager’ or ‘Supervisor Ye,’ heh heh…” He chuckled, “Don’t you think that’s too polite and formal?”
“Because I don’t want to be like everyone else?” Liang Xiao also smiled, turning to look at Lao Chen, with Ye Ji’an sitting between them. He rarely smiled again at this table.
“Every time I pronounce it this way, I know who I’m calling, and the Senior knows who’s calling him,” he continued, “Isn’t that nice?”
“Hey!” Lao Chen clapped his hands in delight, “These young people nowadays… oh!”
The tipsy Xiao Zhang joined in, leaning forward with both hands on the table, blinking his eyes, mysteriously saying, “Have you noticed? Our Supervisor Liang gets jealous easily, especially about things related to Mr. Ye… it’s that kind of special, clingy thing!”
“Hey, what you’re saying,” Lao Chen was still perceptive, “You really are drunk, Xiao Zhang!”
Xiao Zhang didn’t dare to speak up anymore, but Liang Xiao didn’t seem angry; he just looked at her gently and then lowered his head to eat beef.
Ye Ji’an tapped his glass on the table, “Is that so? Since I moved recently… I actually want him to be a bit clingier. Sometimes, Xiao Liang is too lazy to pay attention to me.”
Liang Xiao immediately turned his face, “That’s not true.”
Ye Ji’an leaned closer to him, his breath brushing against Liang Xiao’s nose, “Really not?”
Liang Xiao shyly lowered his eyelashes, his ears turning red, “Not at all.”
“Then that’s good.” Ye Ji’an leaned contentedly against his shoulder. Perhaps they were too open, everyone was watching them, but no one found it strange; it was just a reasonable intimacy between an old superior and a congenial junior.
Ye Ji’an comfortably rested on Liang Xiao, smelling the familiar scent of cologne, light sweat, and the laundry detergent Liang Xiao used. Liang Xiao slightly raised his arm, which moved his muscles and also moved Ye Ji’an, making his heart race. Recently, he had been dieting for dinner, and having drunk enough, Ye Ji’an simply put down his chopsticks, pretending to be calm as he took out his phone to browse, finding it quite boring. He leaned closer to Liang Xiao’s ear and whispered in a barely audible voice, “We can’t drive today.”
“Just one drink; no one should check.”
“You have to obey the law; you can’t drive.”
“Then let’s call a driver.”
“Don’t, there’s no room. And don’t say to call your family’s driver to take us,” Ye Ji’an said anxiously, gently twisting the back of his hand, “Don’t go back.”
Liang Xiao looked down at him, showing a hint of surprise.
Ye Ji’an ignored him, quickly opening a hotel booking app. After two or three minutes, he reached into Liang Xiao’s pants pocket, “Let me see your phone.”
He pinched the thin sheet between his two fingers. For Liang Xiao to take it out, he would have to touch his hand. Was this a subtle mischief or a form of affection? Ye Ji’an couldn’t quite understand himself, but Liang Xiao seemed to get it. He held Ye Ji’an’s hand firmly, silently intertwining their left hands under the table while his right hand swiped across the bright screen.
Opening the new message, Ye Ji’an sent a screenshot: the room was already booked, a five-star hotel just a street away, a deluxe suite, room number 1351.
The two lines that followed read:
We must do it tonight, even if we don’t sleep!
Or are you tired of me?
Liang Xiao’s throat tightened. Tired? How could that be possible! Hunger was more like it. He had been feeling incredibly restless lately—this word was used to describe himself. It had been almost a month since Ye Ji’an moved out of his sight, and he had countless crazy thoughts, yet he knew they were wrong, aware that if he acted on them, it would truly be madness.
Thus, he felt helpless and confused.
“Is it okay?” Ye Ji’an leaned against his shoulder as usual, probably already drunk, his bangs covering half of his brows, oblivious to others, looking at him with a pitiful gaze.
Liang Xiao took a breath, feeling a pang in his heart. Had he made Ye Ji’an feel unsafe? He pried open his fingers, quietly intertwining their ten fingers, rubbing them together firmly in the slightly sweaty gaps, the skin smooth and soft.
“Okay,” Liang Xiao said, steadying his voice, “How could I be tired of you? I’ve been wanting to do this too.”
Ye Ji’an smiled, his dimples catching the light, his eyes reflecting Liang Xiao’s shadow. Liang Xiao smiled back, filled with a mix of apology and a hint of shyness, reaching behind to adjust his belt.
At that moment, he also wanted to kiss.
Room 1351 was very warm.
Warmer than the street where they sent off colleagues after drinking, the wind under the white poplar trees, the counters and shelves of the convenience store.
Fast forward.
Retreating to the edge of the bed, Liang Xiao sat down, and Ye Ji’an naturally straddled him, his legs wide apart, tearing off his underwear and hooking it around his ankles. Liang Xiao sucked on him, starting from the fading bite marks, biting deeper, kissing along Ye Ji’an’s lips, urging him to stick out his tongue a little more. Without a word, he expanded him, and Ye Ji’an wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, every breath pressing against their closely pressed skin, wanting to push deeper into him, rubbing his lower abdomen against the already erect member.
It thrust wildly against Ye Ji’an’s navel, making the skin on his lower abdomen slick, forcefully shaping itself. Ye Ji’an felt as if his belly had also been thoroughly ravaged; he let out a small hum, reaching down to grip the base and stroke it, his thumb unable to close, feeling a bit of pain from the stretch. He simply pressed that big thing between his abdominal muscles, rolling his hips to rub against it. “So hard,” he murmured, pecking at Liang Xiao’s lips, “I believe you’re not tired of me.”
Liang Xiao inserted a third finger, grinding against his sensitive spot. “Wow, didn’t you believe me just now?” he said casually, nibbling on Ye Ji’an’s neck, capturing a fragile Adam’s apple and a weak breath in his mouth.
“…Who knows, you haven’t touched me lately.” Ye Ji’an shivered unconsciously, his throat and that deep place in his body being taken care of by Liang Xiao, making him feel as if he was being held up and controlled. He was parched, and now with hot water poured over him, he felt like he could instantly become boiling and muddy. Between intermittent gasps and moans, he blamed Liang Xiao for his indifference. Liang Xiao didn’t refute, only gazed at him with passion, kissing him, indulgently swallowing his complaints, as if to say, I understand, and also as if to say, there’s no need to worry anymore.
This tenderness made it hard to endure any longer. Gripping Liang Xiao’s hand, he pulled him out, then sat on his lap, rubbing against him. Ye Ji’an slid to one side of Liang Xiao’s thigh, kneeling, leaning down to open a condom, then with round lips, carefully took him in. They had done this a few times before, but he was still not very skilled, needing to adjust as he went down, especially to smooth out the condom to avoid pinching. Ye Ji’an had to take it in as deep as he could, his throat being pushed to the limit, the feeling of nausea rising along with the expensive beef in his stomach.
But with a hand caressing his back, Liang Xiao’s fingers trailed down his spine to his tailbone, embedding warmth into his crack. Ye Ji’an’s breath quickly calmed, the condom was on, and he playfully lay on Liang Xiao’s lap, refusing to get up. Liang Xiao followed his lead, giving his butt a couple of light pats, then cupping and kneading with his fingers. Ye Ji’an laughed, propping himself up to hook his arms around Liang Xiao’s neck, but a glance swept over something he had never seen before.
On Liang Xiao’s body, on the left side of his hip bone, was a thumb-sized patch, with blue lines and a hint of red around it.
It was a tattoo.
A leaf, spindle-shaped, with serrated edges.
“When did you get this?” Ye Ji’an raised his eyes.
“Last week, the day Senior went to Yanqi Lake for a meeting,” Liang Xiao turned his face away, “It was easier than I imagined.”
Ye Ji’an stared at the leaf, entranced, licking it with his tongue. “Hey, is it me? Carrying me with you?” He grabbed Liang Xiao’s arm that was propped behind him, shaking it vigorously. “Is it?”
“Yes,” Liang Xiao finally lowered his gaze, and when their eyes met, he shyly turned his head away, “…You know it is.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ye Ji’an kissed the leaf, then sat back on him, the soft, wet roots of his legs brushing against the bulging member. He was already painfully hard himself.
“Because I couldn’t say it!” Liang Xiao suddenly became anxious, without any warning, pulling Ye Ji’an down, prying open his buttocks and thrusting in, all the way. It was still too tight; the previous expansion had been too rushed, lacking the usual preparation. Ye Ji’an almost stumbled forward onto Liang Xiao, trembling slightly.
“Does it hurt?” Liang Xiao dared not move.
“It’s okay… I need a moment,” Ye Ji’an softly lay on his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against it. Compared to the pain, the long-lost feeling of fullness occupied most of his mind. “Aren’t you afraid of needles? Why are you so calm about this?”
“That’s different from a regular needle.” Liang Xiao kissed the sweat bead on his forehead.
“Can’t you just say it was for me? That you weren’t afraid of anything,” Ye Ji’an smiled, relaxing the tight muscles around him, trying to sway his hips. “Your mouth is usually so sweet.”
“That feels like cheating. As long as Senior knows why I got the tattoo, that’s enough.” Liang Xiao looked straight at him, starting to thrust upward, gradually picking up the pace. His strength often left Ye Ji’an in disbelief, just like now, with his knees supported by the bed, his upper body held, yet he was still being rocked back and forth. He couldn’t understand how Liang Xiao could move so fast with just his waist.
Of course, there was no time to ponder anything else. Ye Ji’an flowed over Liang Xiao like a wave, sweat dripping down, his cries gradually becoming lost in passion. He came everywhere, then was flipped over and continued to be taken. Liang Xiao seemed to prefer coming from behind or having him lie back, spreading his legs wide, folding him bare beneath him. They tried both positions,
On the tenth floor, with the sheer curtains still drawn, there was no need to worry too much. Ye Ji’an slipped on his slippers and walked to the window, “Hmm, I got it, you tell him clearly tomorrow,” his voice, though hoarse, regained its usual coolness when discussing work, “It’s quite troublesome, so don’t make that mistake again.”
Liang Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with the remote control. After a few presses, he successfully turned off all the lights in the room. He looked up again. Ye Ji’an lit a cigarette, but only held it, not taking a few puffs. Perhaps it was because he had sweated too much, or maybe the city lights were too bright, spilling into the sky. His silhouette, clearly visible, seemed to glow, pale blue, and the tattoo became a vivid painting on his skin.
Ye Ji’an was momentarily dazed by the sudden darkness. Turning back, Liang Xiao saw his wide eyes, moist and bright, innocent like a lamb.
Yet the words that came out were still the same, devoid of blame or impatience, but calm enough to seem stern. “I already said, there’s no need to say sorry to me. Solve it yourself tomorrow, and if that doesn’t work, report it to the department. Okay. Hmm, goodbye.”
Liang Xiao was captivated.
He stood up, and Ye Ji’an leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly watching him, his hands hanging by his sides, crimson flashing.
“I’ve been making mistakes lately too,” Liang Xiao walked in front of Ye Ji’an, “Maybe even more serious than the one on the phone, unable to solve it myself.”
Ye Ji’an took a deep drag of his cigarette, resting his arms on Liang Xiao’s shoulders, exhaling the smoke beside his ear. “What mistake?”
“I made Senior feel strange,” Liang Xiao naturally wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling him close, swaying together, “Made you wonder what I was thinking.”
“So… what were you thinking?” Ye Ji’an bit his ear.
“I was angry.”
“Mm.”
“I was angry at myself. I’ve been so busy, and after getting promoted, I realized how weak I am. There’s so much to learn, and I can’t handle many things. Senior took time out to be with me, yet I couldn’t find time to accompany you. It feels like I can’t focus on anything other than work every day, and after work, I don’t want to say anything, and I can’t say it well. I even let you go to such a chaotic department. It feels like…” Liang Xiao chuckled, bending down to bury his head in Ye Ji’an’s neck, rubbing gently, looking a bit shy, “I let you go without protecting you.”
“Not at all, my new department is no burden. I even got a raise,” Ye Ji’an patted his back.
“You’re just overthinking,” he laughed again, “I can understand it as not seeing me every day, being dragged around by various trivial matters, commuting is a big project, and I don’t have time to cook. Xiao Liang feels like his quality of life has plummeted and lacks care, so he’s unhappy?”
“I’m not that delicate.” Liang Xiao argued seriously, kissing Ye Ji’an’s chest.
“Then you miss me, simply unhappy about being apart from me.” Ye Ji’an leaned against the glass, raising the cigarette high, while his fingers ran through Liang Xiao’s hair, slowly smoothing it.
Fast forward.
“Mm…” Ye Ji’an let out soft moans, the crimson spots on his body trembling with his movements.
Liang Xiao captured his lips, smiling like a child, “Oh—then Senior won’t have to pay the mortgage anymore.”
“Hey, don’t think you can pay the full amount alone.”
“But we still need to buy a big one, at least three bedrooms and a living room,” Liang Xiao teased him, his tone as excited as a child. They stayed by the window like this, without a condom, as if they had lost their counting tool. Ye Ji’an, someone who relied on numbers, couldn’t count how many times he came or how many times he was taken. He only knew that in the end, he was completely unsteady, dazed and soft, collapsing into Liang Xiao’s arms, the slickness between his thighs dripping continuously, his body still leaking more.
He was carried into the bathroom to be washed, and the next day at the meeting, he presented the PPT while sitting.
Because his waist was still soft, the sensation of his legs not being able to close lingered.
But once he settled back in his office, it felt comfortable. Ye Ji’an propped his phone on the desk, opened the front camera, and soon Liang Xiao appeared on the screen, looking refreshed. He exchanged a brief glance with Ye Ji’an, a warm smile on his face, then turned back to the computer, typing away.
His phone was also on the desk, at a slanted angle, allowing Ye Ji’an to clearly see the wrinkles on his shirt and the shadows under his eyelashes.
And the tie he had given him.
But Ye Ji’an didn’t stare for too long, biting his lip and focusing intently on his work.
They had agreed to work remotely, using these two cameras to connect, making it feel as if they were working at the same table, even separated by floors.
How could they ensure work efficiency? How could they avoid getting lost in love and neglecting their tasks?
They had also agreed that whoever got distracted first would be the little dog.
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