Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 41
Chapter 41 Left and Right Hands
2024-10-13 07:19 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
A joke took Fan Xiao half the night to make up with.
You Shulang wasn’t a petty person, but he still kept a straight face, simply because watching Fan Xiao laugh and joke helped to ease his gloomy and sad mood.
As night fell, Fan Xiao took a shower.
He once displayed superb acting skills, creating a tragic story of a disabled person with a strong will. But he couldn’t win over You Shulang to give him a bath; all he got was an oversized plastic bag tied to his injured hand by Director You.
Upon entering the bathroom, Fan Xiao indifferently removed the splint from his hand and used his right hand, which had returned to normal, to pull down his pants. Halfway down, a figure was reflected in the glass door from the outside.
You Shulang knocked gently on the door: “Fan Xiao, you forgot to bring a bath towel in.”
Fan Xiao was pretentious, bringing his own bath towel and bathrobe with him when he went out.
He took off his pants, strolled around casually, and opened the door a crack.
“Thanks.” After taking the towel, Fan Xiao wanted to say something more, but before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed shut from the outside. Luckily, he nimbly stepped back, saving his heavy breasts from being trapped.
After taking a shower, Fan Xiao, wrapped in a bath towel, was startled when he opened the bathroom door again.
You Shulang leaned against the door, holding a glass of red wine. His posture was relaxed and languid, with a faint smile on his lips. When he looked at him, he was incredibly alluring.
Fan Xiao’s heart suddenly pounded, his thoughts drifted, and he searched his mind for the location of the paid condoms in the hotel.
“Director You’re willing to open this bottle of wine?”
The red wine was brought by Fan Xiao in his luggage, and it was even more valuable than the bottle he gave to Lu Zhen. You Shulang didn’t like wine and tried to stop him twice, but he wouldn’t budge.
The red wine, still slightly stale, emitted a slightly acidic aroma. You Shulang chuckled softly, “Want a glass?”
He glanced at Fan Xiao’s injured hand: “This hand is useless, do I have to take care of it?”
His voice trailed off, but the words didn’t quite hit the mark. Fan Xiao hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Director You.”
You Shulang laughed: “Come here.”
“Drink here…?” Fan Xiao glanced at the sofa, but still obediently moved closer to the man.
The warm breaths emanating from the two bodies had just mingled when You Shulang grabbed Fan Xiao by the collar of his bathrobe and slammed him against the wall.
The red liquid sloshed violently in the glass, splashing out a few drops that stained Fan Xiao’s pristine white bathrobe.
Their breaths mingled, and a sharp glint lurked in You Shulang’s smile: “President Fan, how shall we drink? One glass or a sip?”
With chest pressed tightly against chest and one leg locked between his own, You Shulang assumed a standard subduing stance, yet Fan Xiao, under this powerful control,… became aroused.
“We’ll drink whatever Director You says we should.” His voice was low and hoarse, like gravel grinding against my heart, somewhat grating.
“Then drink more.”
A large glass of red wine, more than half full, slammed against Fan Xiao’s lips, the glass striking his teeth with a numbing sound. You Shulang flipped his hand, raised the glass, and poured the tart red wine into Fan Xiao’s mouth in gulps.
Fan Xiao neither pushed nor dodged, swallowing very quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly up and down.
There was something he couldn’t swallow. The dark red liquid slowly slid down the corner of his lips, traced a straight line along the curve of his neck, and finally disappeared into his disheveled nightgown.
Unbounded sensuality, fatally alluring.
You Shulang’s breath hitched, and the restraining force dissipated somewhat. He shifted his gaze from the collar of his bathrobe and met Fan Xiao’s eyes.
Those were the eyes of a wild beast, powerful, greedy, and harboring bottomless desires.
A hidden fire ignited within You Shulang’s body; he never knew that he could be aroused by such a powerful man!
The more unruly someone is, the more I want to wield the whip to make him submit!
The wine glasses were empty, and the two men stared at each other, speechless.
Fan Xiao pushed the cup away from his lips and was about to lean in when You Shulang stepped back first.
He stepped back quite a distance, his eyes lowered, and asked, “When did your hand get better?”
Fan Xiao was taken aback, then smiled helplessly and said, “So that’s what you’re angry about.”
He looked down at his splint: “How did you find out? Oh, I used my right hand when I opened the door to get my bathrobe?”
Damn, he was a little annoyed; he had been careless.
“It wasn’t long, just two or three days.”
“Is it fun to mess with me?” You Shulang quickly banished any inappropriate thoughts and asked coldly, “Or is it my cheap service that satisfies President Fan?”
“I am satisfied, of course.” Fan Xiao lowered his eyelashes, a faint look of melancholy on his face. “I did lie to you on purpose. No one has ever taken such good care of me since I was seven. I blame myself for being too greedy.”
You Shulang remained silent for a moment. Seeing Fan Xiao removing the splint, he walked over and brushed aside the man’s seemingly unresponsive left hand.
“Do you like me taking care of you?”
The tone was very soft, but I couldn’t help but sense danger in it.
Fan Xiao instinctively leaned back, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
“Then let me pick them for you.”
You Shulang suddenly exerted force, twisting Fan Xiao’s right arm behind his back and pressing him into a cramped corner. With a few light flicks of his hand, he removed the splint.
The plastic board made a thud at their feet. You Shulang leaned down and whispered in Fan Xiao’s ear, “Shi Lihua couldn’t get through to you on the phone, so he called me. Guess what he said? He said that when you were 16, you participated in Zuoshou e-sports and won first place.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than You Shulang deftly raised his foot and struck Fan Xiao’s right knee hard with his toe!
Lacking support on one side, Fan Xiao suddenly knelt on one knee. He braced himself on the ground with both hands, looking somewhat disheveled, but a smile curled at the corners of his lips. He then sat down on the ground, looking up at the man standing in front of him.
“You Shulang, believe it or not, I didn’t play you, nor did I mean to belittle you. Yes, I just want you to revolve around me, to have eyes only for me.” His tone grew deeper and slower. “Tell me, why?”
A tremor ran through him, and You Shulang slowly frowned. He met Fan Xiao’s gaze, his eyes growing deeper and more complex.
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.”
The man turned around: “You’re in charge of pulling the boxes and organizing the documents tomorrow. Now get up and go to sleep.”
Behind him, Fan Xiao curled his lips, his deep, burning gaze fixed on the man’s back, a mixture of chill and intensity swirling within him, his frantic possessiveness palpable.
“Okay,” he replied softly.
