Chapter 13

Jian Anmian opened his mouth and asked incredulously, “Are you staying in here?”

Yan Zhimo nodded solemnly, without the slightest shame over behaving like a pervert. Crossing one leg over the other, he said, “Mm. I’ll sit here and watch you change.”

“…”

Yan Zhimo habitually tapped his fingers against the armrest. “Why are you still standing there? Take off your clothes and change into the next outfit.”

How could he possibly do that?!

Jian Anmian broke down internally.

Having Mr. Yan help him change had already been unbearably embarrassing. How could he possibly let Mr. Yan watch him change too?!

Jian Anmian pressed his lips together. Even his eyes had turned red as he weakly asked, “Mr. Yan, could you wait outside?”

Yan Zhimo answered decisively, “No.”

“…”

Jian Anmian had no other choice. If he disobeyed, the man would probably personally change his clothes again, just as he had earlier. Jian Anmian would rather change by himself.

And so, beneath the man’s nearly tangible gaze, Jian Anmian removed every garment the man had personally dressed him unauthorized copy in, one piece at a time, then changed into a new outfit with trembling hands.

Jian Anmian didn’t dare face the man, so he turned his back toward him.

However, he didn’t know that the view from behind inspired even more imagination.

Moreover, there was a mirror beside him. Everything he desperately tried to conceal in front was faithfully reflected through the glass and into the man’s eyes.

Both the front and back were entirely visible.

The man had promised to let Jian Anmian change by himself, and he truly did nothing. He merely watched. Once the young man finished changing, Yan Zhimo walked over to straighten his clothes, then had him continue with the next outfit.

By the time Jian Anmian finished changing into the final outfit, he was so exhausted that he couldn’t lift his hands or feet. The prolonged embarrassment and racing heartbeat had depleted his meager physical strength. Scalding heat radiated from his entire body, and the expression on his face was a complete mess. Although they had done nothing, it looked as though he and the man had done something incredible inside.

After leaving the fitting room, everyone in the store looked at them differently. Jian Anmian’s face burned crimson with shame. He wanted nothing more than to hide his head against the man’s chest. He no longer had the face to see anyone.

Yan Zhimo pointed at the clothes before him. “Pack these. We won’t take those outfits.”

The manager inclined their head. “Of course, President Yan.”

Tsk. City people certainly knew how to have fun.

Yan Zhimo eliminated several outfits that weren’t perfect enough, but more than ten remained. An entire afternoon had passed in the blink of an eye. Not only had he felt no impatience, but he was filled with the sense of accomplishment that came from completing a doll-dressing game.

It seemed he could consider buying the little fellow more clothes in the future.

Yan Zhimo silently thought about it.

The bedsheets, duvet covers, curtains, desk, bedside table, and everything else inside the little fellow’s room should have been replaced long ago too.

The last time he entered Jian Anmian’s bedroom, he had noticed that the guest room’s gray, white, and black color scheme was far too monotonous and dull. It didn’t suit such a beautiful little fellow at all.

Jian Anmian still didn’t know that his bedroom was about to undergo a complete transformation because of the man’s impulsive decision.

Because they had chosen too many clothes, the store would package and personally deliver them. Yan Zhimo therefore took Jian Anmian’s hand and returned home unburdened.

Half an hour later, the clothes arrived. Beaming with delight, Auntie Wang carried the large and small packages upstairs to Jian Anmian’s room and arranged everything one by one.

Jian Anmian helplessly watched as Auntie Wang took out several boxes containing shirt garters. After asking for his preference, she placed them in a conspicuous, easily accessible spot inside his wardrobe.

The moment Jian Anmian remembered everything that had happened inside the fitting room, his skin began to burn, and waves of tingling weakness traveled down his back. His head was already uncomfortable from the car ride, but now it became even dizzier.

Why did something as erotic as a shirt garter exist in this world?!

Speaking of which, if shirt garters were necessary when wearing formalwear, wouldn’t Mr. Yan—who was always dressed in elegant, perfectly fitted suits—have to wear them every day…?

At the thought of that image, Jian Anmian couldn’t control the heat rising to his cheeks. Even while eating, his gaze repeatedly drifted toward Yan Zhimo’s thighs.

As the protagonist gong of a danmei novel, Yan Zhimo possessed a top-tier face and physique.

His features were sharply defined and profound. The lines running from his brows and eyes to the bridge of his nose were deeply sculpted and three-dimensional. The curve of his profile was exceptionally beautiful, while his thin lips carried a hint of coldness. Whenever he pressed them together slightly, he exuded an imposing authority without needing to become angry.

His body was equally tall and imposing, his limbs long and powerful. He wasn’t excessively muscular, yet he lacked none of a man’s physical appeal. The elegant sensuality of a mature man and the noble air accumulated through years of wealth and power were displayed vividly in him.

A single look from him could easily make Jian Anmian behave as obediently as a puppy.

Although Jian Anmian had never seen the protagonist gong’s body, it wasn’t difficult to imagine what such an exceptional man looked like beneath his clothes. Those legs, which already appeared long and straight from the outside, must be strong and powerful, with taut, smooth muscles. Their lines would be as beautifully and sensually sculpted as though carved by a blade, overflowing with masculine hormones.

And if a slanted strip of pure-black elastic were fastened around such a pair of sexy thighs—thighs that could make one’s blood surge with only a glance—the strap would tightly constrict the muscles. Wheat-colored skin would contrast starkly against the black fabric, while several taut straps stretched upward to metal clips…

Yan Zhimo took a deep breath. His chopsticks suddenly tapped against the rim of his bowl. His jaw tightened with restraint, and his darkened gaze settled on Jian Anmian. “Jian Anmian, what are you thinking about now?”

The little fellow was far too innocent. Every thought appeared plainly on his face. He couldn’t conceal anything inside his heart.

Jian Anmian believed his secret glances wouldn’t be noticed, but he had no idea how obvious every tiny movement was.

First he had stared at Yan Zhimo’s crotch. Now it was his thighs.

Why had Yan Zhimo never noticed before that this little fellow, whose appearance was as pure as an angel’s, was actually so lustful inside?

Jian Anmian still hadn’t realized that he had been caught red-handed again. After hesitating for two seconds, he genuinely asked out of curiosity, “Mr. Yan, that shirt garter… are you wearing one too?”

Yan Zhimo paused, then immediately smiled helplessly.

What exactly filled this little fellow’s mind all day…?

Holding his chopsticks between his fingers, Yan Zhimo propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin against the back of his hand. He tilted his head to look at Jian Anmian, undisguised amusement spilling from his dark eyes. “What… are you fantasizing about? Hmm?”

Jian Anmian stared blankly. Only then did he belatedly realize that he had just confessed without being questioned. His face instantly turned scarlet. Inwardly berating his own intelligence, he guiltily clenched both fists, avoided Yan Zhimo’s gaze, and shook his head. “I… I wasn’t!”

Yan Zhimo’s expression immediately darkened. His shadowed eyes stared directly at Jian Anmian as he said heavily, “I told you before that you’re not allowed to lie again.”

The man already possessed cold, severe features. When his thin lips pressed tightly together, he looked even more frightening than usual.

Jian Anmian instinctively trembled, already regretting his reflexive denial.

“You’re a bad child,” the man coldly declared.

“I’m not!” Jian Anmian now feared hearing the man call him bad more than anything. He opened his mouth helplessly, then eventually lowered his head in shame and apologized in a trembling voice. “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan. I lied again. Just now…”

He bit his lip and forced himself to say, “I accidentally imagined you… wearing a shirt garter.”

Yan Zhimo stared at him for several seconds before chuckling. He gently stroked Jian Anmian’s head. “It’s all right. If you recognize your mistake and correct it, you’re still my good child. In the future, tell me directly what you’re thinking. Don’t make me force it out of you.”

Yan Zhimo slowly emphasized the final sentence, one word at a time. Even his tone became somewhat cold, unconsciously revealing his authoritarian, domineering nature.

Although the man had forgiven him so easily, Jian Anmian felt an enormous wave of shame engulf him. He could practically hear ​unauthorized copy​the blood flowing past the roots of his ears, and waves of heat spread from the back of his neck down his spine. Lowering his head to stare at his chopsticks, he murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Yan. I understand.”

Satisfied, Yan Zhimo stroked his head again and leisurely said, “Unfortunately, your fantasy is destined to disappoint you. I’m already accustomed to wearing formalwear, so I don’t need shirt garters.”

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice. The corner of his mouth slowly curved with teasing amusement as he drawled, “However… if you want to see it, I could wear one for you…”

“No need, no need, no need!” Jian Anmian repeated himself three times and shook his head like a rattle drum. He was so embarrassed that his hair nearly stood on end.

The protagonist gong was so shamelessly seductive! Aaaaah!

He… He didn’t want to see it that badly! /////

Jian Anmian desperately buried his head in his food, trying to erase the increasingly vivid fantasy inside his mind.

Suddenly remembering something, he looked at Yan Zhimo with faint anticipation. “Mr. Yan, since you don’t need to wear shirt garters, does that mean I also…”

Before he could finish, Yan Zhimo raised a finger and held it against Jian Anmian’s lips from across the table.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Yan Zhimo coldly and mercilessly shattered Jian Anmian’s hopes. “You can’t. You’re still a child. Without shirt garters, you can’t wear formalwear properly.”

Jian Anmian pursed his lips unhappily and couldn’t resist quietly protesting, “I’m not a child. I’m an adult.”

Yan Zhimo chuckled. “Only someone like me counts as a true adult. Compared with me, don’t you think you’re still a child?”

Jian Anmian thought helplessly that the man was so mature and charming that Jian Anmian could never grow into someone [read the original at bailiantales.com]like him, even in an entire lifetime.

Then, in Mr. Yan’s eyes, wouldn’t Jian Anmian remain a child forever?

“It’s all right. It doesn’t matter even if Mianmian never grows up.” As though he knew what Jian Anmian was thinking, Yan Zhimo hooked a finger beneath his chin and meticulously wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Afterward, he pinched Jian Anmian’s soft, fair cheek and said unconcernedly, “You’re only a sleepy little puppy. I can afford to keep you.”