Chapter 108

  "Who told you to ask so many questions."

  The man spoke expressionlessly as he used both hands to pin the young black-haired man's armpits and lift him up, placing him on the spacious washbasin - his strength was really great, and Jian Ran, who was also a normally-built healthy male, didn't even blush or show any signs of exertion as he lifted him up like a small chick, except for the slight bulge of muscles in his arms and the faint appearance of blue veins.

  "This is me caring about you." Jing Ran stared at Jiang Chuan's arm muscles, envying them.

  The man raised his eyelids and swept a glance at him, then revealed a mocking expression: "Forget it."

  "Did your dad hit you?"

  "Are you going to tape your mouth shut with duct tape?"

  "... letter."

  He quietly closed his mouth and sat down on the washbasin in Jiang Chuan's house with his buttocks exposed, and was suddenly chilled to the bone, with goosebumps all over his body. The bathtub next to him was filling up with water, and to be honest, the large massage bathtub had a great temptation for him. After the tens of minutes of "hard work" just now, he felt that his whole body was sore and almost falling apart, and he urgently needed to soak in a hot bath...

  He was staring blankly at the bathtub when Jiang Chuan suddenly appeared between his legs, and as he touched the man's waist muscles with the thin back of his hand on the inside of his thigh, he was startled and wanted to react - but it was too late, the man had already grabbed one of his ankles and pulled it open: "Spread your legs, don't move."

  He was being dragged by one foot by Jiang Chuan, his body in a sorry state like a dying frog, and he uncontrollably leaned back against the wall. After thinking for a moment, he honestly said: "……I have psychological trauma from this familiar posture."

  Jiang Chuan didn't care about him, and casually spread his legs apart a bit - at this time, he was still maintaining a half-reclining position, with the other leg propped up on his own shoulder, which made it impossible for him to avoid exposing his lower body completely to the man's gaze.

  Under the yellowish light of the bathroom, it can be seen that there is some redness and swelling somewhere behind him, and indeed there is bleeding. Some have already formed scabs at the entrance, and after the previous movement, some that were left in his body by Jiang Chuan also flowed out... Jiang Chuan slightly furrowed his brow, looking at the entrance which was unconsciously shrinking due to sudden exposure to air. He almost uncontrollably stretched out his fingertips to touch it...

  He took a deep breath in, and desperately shifted backwards.

  "Hurt?" Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his hand, and the expression on his face also looked somewhat subtle.

  "No," she said, her face flushing deeply, "don't touch me like that all of a sudden!"

  "Must we still shout one, two, three?"

  "What are you yelling... what are you doing?"

  "Find tape."

  “……”

  The man's dry, warm large hand grasped the young black-haired person's buttocks, while on one side he chatted with the person in front of him and changed his posture - seemingly dissatisfied with the small angle earlier, which made it inconvenient for him to operate flexibly. Now, he used his hands to pinch those two white and firm flesh balls, which felt quite good to the touch, and calmly pulled them apart to both sides. He even said in a crazy tone: "Can you help me open it yourself? It's hard for me to get the things inside out this way."

  "I can't bring myself to do something so shameful."

  The man revealed a helpless expression, and simply lowered his body so that both of Jian Ran's legs were resting on his shoulders - in this way, the young black-haired man was folded up like a compact package. As he slightly bent down, Jian Ran could clearly see that handsome face approaching him, finally hovering at an extremely close and perilous distance, causing Jian Ran to narrow his eyes slightly.

  Jiang Chuan lowered his eyes, and in the shadows, those azure pupils seemed even more somber than usual: "Look at me."

  He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart, and the heat on his face hadn't dissipated before it rose again - he guessed that the bathroom was filled with steam, causing the temperature to rise. He moved his lips and asked, "What are you doing?"

  "It's less awkward if you don't think about it."

  Jiang Chuan said softly, as he spoke, one of his fingers had slowly entered Jian Ran's body - compared to the previous time in the bathroom when he suddenly broke in without warning, this time was heavenly in terms of size, speed, and gentleness. Jian Ran hummed a soft moan at first, then the entire bathroom fell silent, with only the sound of running water and their slightly heavy breathing audible...

  Jiang Chuan patiently inserted one finger into the wet interior, his eyes narrowing slightly as he probed around. In his heart, he was secretly cursing himself for being deceived - the rough sensation of a man's fingers inside him was far from something that could be ignored...

  And sometimes he would also bend his fingers, letting the joints of his fingers unexpectedly and abruptly touch both sides, and at the same time, he would also follow with a sensitive twitch - every time this happened, Jiang Chuan would use a low voice that was almost like muttering to himself to say "sorry", then calmly put his fingers back in place and continue with the previous movement.

  Nor does he know if he was really careless or intentional.

  After a moment, he could easily hear the sound of "glug glug" coming from behind him as his fingers moved in and out. He was about to tell Jiang Chuan to hurry up and leave when the man lowered his head and asked in an uncertain voice, "You're too tense, it won't work like this, should I add another finger?"

  He rubbed his temples: "I'll just do it myself."

  "You can't handle it yourself," Jiang Chuan said stubbornly, "Am I going in?"

  Jiang Chuan proved with facts that what he said was not a question at all, and before Jian Ran could prepare himself mentally, the man's second finger had already entered - two fingers were inserted in unison, and this time there were many more variations - his thumb pressed against the vulva, middle finger and ring finger slightly opened Jian Ran's body after expanding for a while.

  He could feel a subtle flow emanating from his completely relaxed body, an indescribable sensation that made him involuntarily want to curl up. However, the large hand fixed on his buttocks seemed to have anticipated this reaction and slightly increased its force. At the same time, he heard Jiang Chuan say in a calm voice, "Don't move, it's almost done."

  It's almost done.

  I'd like to ask how long this so-called "almost" is going to take.

  Only he himself knew that at this moment, every minute and every second was so long that it could almost torture him to death. If Jiang Chuan didn't remove those two fingers of his, he would...

  "Ugh... Don't move! Not there!"

  "How can I get it out if I don't move?" The man had a half-smiling and half-crying expression, "Don't make unreasonable demands, okay?"

  He stiffened his scalp and closed his mouth, but after his request, Jiang Chuan's movements became even more reckless. He muttered to himself "it doesn't seem like it's hurt that much" as he used those two fingers to rub everywhere in a way that tortured people. Jin Yan couldn't help but lower his head to take a look, and just happened to see the nearly transparent liquid dripping from the tip of the man's finger, thick and intermittent, falling onto the sink.

  It was as if he heard something in his mind "boom" and then collapse.

  He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face and let out a cry of despair, almost self-abandonment. At the same time, all his vital energy uncontrollably rushed towards his organs, and finally, at the end of this "cleaning work", he shamefully got an erection.

  He felt that his lifelong reputation was thus ruined in an instant.

  Finally, after Jiang Chuan had gotten everything out of his body and slowly rinsed off the extra medicine, he was already hard as a rock. He awkwardly sat up from the sink, wanting to laugh it off and shoo Jiang Chuan away so he could take care of himself quickly. However, he didn't expect that not only would Jiang Chuan not leave, but he even leaned in closer, muttering under his breath: "What's there to hide? I'm not blind, earlier when I was cleaning those blood clots for you, this thing almost poked me in the face..."

  His face had turned red as if it had been cooked in tomato sauce for half an hour, he raised his hand and slapped it on Jiang Chuan's face, pushing his approaching head back. However, the man quickly stuck out his tongue to lick his palm, causing him to suddenly withdraw his hand as if electrocuted - in that brief moment of emptiness, he leaned in and bit his lips.

  Just as he was about to come over and jump down from the washstand, Jiang Chuan pressed him against the top and they bit each other for a while.

  Finally, when he was almost suffocated by the kiss, the man let go of him with a compassionate expression, took a step back, and looked down at him saying: "Take a shower and sleep quickly, tomorrow you still have to meet with the director and confirm the time for the photo shoot."

  Suddenly heard tomorrow there is still work, instantly the whole person went crazy: "...... Why didn't Fang Yu tell me about this kind of thing?!"

  "He just told me a moment ago, and now I'm telling you. What's the difference?" Jiang Chuan raised his hand and patted the young man with black hair on the head, "Hurry up and wash, go to sleep, don't stay in the bathroom for too long -"

  "You've been messing around for too long!"

  The man chuckled lightly and stopped teasing him, turning to walk out of the bathroom - his foot had just stepped out when he heard the bathroom door slam shut behind him with a "bang", followed by the sound of the lock clicking into place... The series of defensive actions that seemed to be guarding against thieves made him pause slightly outside the bathroom door, his handsome face expressionless for a long time. After a while, he revealed a helpless expression and let out a soft snort of laughter...

  "What's going on? This is my home! You think locking the door makes it okay? Don't I have a key?"

  The man grumbled and his words were tinged with a hint of complaint.

  Listening to the "slap" sound of running barefoot in the bathroom, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and the smile on his face was slightly restrained. He raised his hand as if subconsciously touching the scar on the back of his neck that had not fully healed... The wound no longer hurt, although even the pain he suffered when this scar appeared was just a small dish for him.

  Standing by the bathroom door, he heard a "splash" sound coming from inside, as if something had jumped into the bathtub. The sound seemed to pull him back to reality from his daze. He stood there for a moment, then lowered his head, and his expression returned to its usual numbness.

  He walked to the refrigerator with a lazy gait, bent down and took out a cold beer, opened it and drank a mouthful before collapsing back onto the sofa - the sofa was already packed full with just him on it. One of his legs hung off the edge of the sofa, and the wide-open movement caused the bulge in his pants to be completely exposed...

  “……”

  But the man seemed to have completely ignored his physiological reaction, he stared at the ceiling for a while, finally sighed helplessly, and closed his eyes in the sound of running water from the bathroom, with only his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if worried about something.