Qiang Jin Jiu (Author : Tang Jiuqing 唐酒卿)

Chapter 36 : Scent

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Shen Zechuan suddenly imitated Xiao Chiye's action from the last time and splashed water droplets onto his face, then seized the chance to grab the clothes from his hand.

Unable to open his eyes from the spray of water, Xiao Chiye reached out an arm to pull off a dry towel. He covered it over Shen Zechuan's head and rubbed it at random. Shen Zechuan was still putting on his clothes, and Xiao Chiye's rubs sent half of his body swaying. Seething with hate, he used his bare leg to kick out at the latter's chair.

With the chair under Xiao Chiye's butt pushed back from the kick, Xiao Chiye immediately stretched out his legs, clamped them around Shen Zechuan tightly, and forcibly dragged the latter towards him. Then he continued to rub Shen Zechuan's head as if he was wiping down a puppy.

"In that case, I'll do as I please!" Xiao Chiye snapped.

"As you... you... son of... 'Er!" The towel rubs caused Shen Zechuan's voice to break up intermittently.

Xiao Chiye pulled off the towel. Without saying another word, he pinched Shen Zechuan's chin with one hand, while his other hand slid down along Shen Zechuan's nape to his waist and hips.

"Son of a bitch." Xiao Chiye said, "Did you call me a son of a bitch?"

Shen Zechuan's waist belt was not properly secured, and the outfit on his body was Xiao Chiye's old clothes. Thus, it hung loosely on his body, exposing his collarbones. The water droplets on his body wetted Xiao Chiye's fingertips as the latter moved his hand down, blending into one with that satiny touch.

"I didn't say that." Shen Zechuan backhandedly pressed down on Xiao Chiye's hand to hold it in place. "As they say, one should reflect daily on three aspects. Second Young Master, you should really do some reflection."

"You don't understand." Xiao Chiye's nimble fingers turned over to grasp Shen Zechuan's hand instead. "The first word I knew of was 'son of a bitch'. I've long told you that your Second Young Master is a jerk. There's absolutely no need for me to reflect. And isn't this waist of yours too slender?"

"It's you who have touched too little." Shen Zechuan said callously.

"That's right." Xiao Chiye pretended not to understand and wandered into another direction. "I naturally haven't touched your waist that many times."

Shen Zechuan had no wish to put on a show with him any longer. He tightened his waist belt with one hand and said, "Since you have touched me back, then this matter is closed."

Xiao Chiye released his legs that were wrapped around Shen Zechuan, and Shen Zechuan fastened his waist belt. Even his face had turned red from the rubs Xiao Chiye was giving him with a handkerchief.

Feeling hot, Xiao Chiye rose to pick up the eastern pearl on the ground and happened to see Shen Zechuan's bare legs again. It dazed him for a moment, then he swiftly straightened up and took two steps back before pressing in another two steps. He said, "Sleep."

Shen Zechuan poured a bowl of hot ginger soup. After rinsing his mouth, he sneezed again.

Xiao Chiye found the way he looked when he sneezed amusing, just like a cat... He soaked the handkerchief with cold water and wiped his face.

"Don't go that way." Xiao Chiye undressed and pointed to his bed. "You sleep in my bed."

Shen Zechuan wiped his mouth and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

He dispensed with the formalities and sat on Xiao Chiye's bed.

Xiao Chiye shifted the tables and chairs away, and then dragged the xumi couch in the room to the vacated spot about the distance of a stepping block away from Shen Zechuan. He rolled over to lie down, then pillowed his head on both arms and said, "Lan Zhou, extinguish the lamp."