My angel will judge me.

part 44

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Yibo was extremely nervous and exclaimed, "It really hurts… I should go to the hospital, right?"

Sean looked deeply into his eyes and said, "You might be forgetting, but I can read what’s in everyone’s mind… and even see the future."

Startled, Yibo quickly shut his eyes. Seeing this, Sean leaned close and whispered in his ear, "You’re already very late… I know you’ve been feeling jealous, haven’t you, baby?"

Yibo opened his eyes quickly and protested, "Jealous? Never! I never feel jealous… why would I?"

Sean then pulled him close by the waist, bringing him uncomfortably near, and murmured, "Because you can’t tolerate anyone else by my side… I told you, didn’t I?"

Yibo snapped back, "No! You’re wrong! You can hang out with anyone, have ten or twelve girlfriends, spend nights with whoever you want— I don’t care at all!"

Sean leaned even closer and said, " You know! You're a professional liar, but your skills won't work on me."

Seeing Sean so close, Yibo’s heart pounded violently. He was terrified that Sean could hear the rapid thumping of his heart.

Sean whispered again, right by his ear, "Don’t worry, baby… I’ll give you so much attention, so much focus, that all the anger you have for me will just disappear."

Meanwhile, the driver in front was concentrating on the road, but his eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, watching his master. He couldn’t believe it—his master was flirting so openly with a boy.

When the car stopped in front of Sean’s private apartment, Yibo was hyper-nervous. Seeing the car halt, he immediately tried to dash out, but Sean caught him with one hand, pulled him close, and effortlessly slung him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying him inside.

"Let me go!" Yibo shouted.

Sean remained silent. Yibo flailed like a wild cat, struggling, but it was useless. Finally, Sean laid him on the bed. Yibo protested weakly, "See! Let me go!"

Sean, unfazed, began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, step by step, revealing his bare chest. Yibo’s lips wanted to say "Let me go," but his eyes spoke another language entirely—they were shamelessly fixed on Sean’s body, completely mesmerized.

Sean noticed Yibo staring at him with wide, unabashed eyes and smirked. " Liked?" he teased.

Yibo, caught up in the moment, mumbled almost unconsciously, "Yeah… you look… amazing."

A crooked smile appeared on Sean’s lips. "Want to feel closer?"

Yibo nodded, curiosity and excitement shining through. Sean gently took his hand, bringing him nearer, and Yibo could feel the taut strength in Sean’s body. "So… strong and… impressive," Yibo admitted, mesmerized.

Sean leaned closer and whispered, "Do you want to feel even more?"

Yibo’s mind raced, caught between nerves and fascination. "What… what would I feel?" he asked.

Sean’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he moved slightly closer, letting Yibo experience the closeness of his presence, the strength in his frame.
He slowly moved his hand further down and to his pants.
When yibo feels something hard, his eyes widen and he quickly spreads his arms and starts to back away, saying, "I won't do anything this time."

Then sean smiled crookedly and said, "What do you think?"
He comes closer to yibo and says," I know you missed it a lot."

Yibo turned his face away and said, "No, not at all." His ears were red.