After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 12

“Mr. Yan, don’t…!”

Jian An Mian had studied that thing for ages just now and figured out that it was meant to be worn on the legs, so he had taken off his trousers. In the end, he had nearly rubbed the skin off his legs from fumbling with it, yet still had not figured out anything useful.

He had even taken a photo and used image search on his phone to look it up. The results had brought up a whole pile of explicit BDSM-related pictures, startling him so badly he had almost thrown his phone away. With a red face, he had hurriedly closed it as if he were holding a scalding hot potato.

Because putting his trousers back on would be quite troublesome, he had thought to ask the man through the door. Who would have known the man would directly push the door open and come in?

Jian An Mian hurriedly bent down in a fluster, wanting to pick up the trousers he had tossed over the back of the chair, but the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, forcefully pressing him into the chair.

Yan Zhi Mo knelt on one knee in front of Jian An Mian. One hand pressed down on the young man’s frail shoulder, while the other caught his slender knee. His deep gaze swept over the young man’s legs. They were thin and snow-white, like two pieces of fine jade. His toes were curled together nervously, and the skin from his calves upward had flushed completely red, even his knees looking as if they had been dyed by peach blossoms.

Filled with unbearable shame, Jian An Mian pressed his legs tightly together. His thin, fair fingers trembled as they clutched the hem of the shirt downward. He wanted to cover himself hard, yet feared he would ruin the clothing. Shaking his head, he said in a trembling voice, his mind so dizzy he was about to faint, “Mr. Yan, I… I can do it myself. Could you please go out for a moment…?”

Yan Zhi Mo raised his head. His pitch-black, shadowed eyes looked deeply at Jian An Mian, and his voice was hoarse, like a traveler in the desert thirsting for water. “Do you know how to do it yourself?”

Jian An Mian’s breathing was chaotic. The corners of his eyes burned red, and his pure black pupils looked wetly at the man. Like a snail shyly poking out its feelers, he asked cautiously, “Then… can you teach me?”

Yan Zhi Mo sucked in a breath and licked the tip of his teeth. Although commands and obedience were also very nice, this time would not do.

“I’ll teach you next time,” he said. “This is the first time. I’ll personally put it on for you.”

Jian An Mian shook his head with misty, tearful eyes, still resisting. “Mr. Yan, really, there’s no need…”

“Jian An Mian.” Yan Zhi Mo’s patience was completely exhausted. He frowned and straightened. His broad palm pressed against Jian An Mian’s fragile knee, and his dark, heavy gaze looked straight into Jian An Mian’s timid eyes as he said slowly, word by word, “Do not make me say it a third time.”

What he disliked most was other people defying him. Being able to speak so gently and patiently to Jian An Mian for this long was already a rare display of tenderness from him.

Jian An Mian trembled in fear. What he feared most was the man calling his name word by word. Every time the man used such a serious tone to call him, it meant he had made the man angry again.

An angry man was so frightening. His gaze was so deep, so dark, as if it could pierce through Jian An Mian with only a look.

Jian An Mian immediately did not dare move at all. Lowering his head, he apologized in a trembling voice. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s all right. I forgive you.” Yan Zhi Mo smiled and stroked Jian An Mian’s head, then crouched down again. He picked up the shirt garter from the side. One broad hand held Jian An Mian’s slender ankle and gently lifted one of his legs, while his other hand softly passed the pure black elastic strap through. As he did, he explained unhurriedly, “This is called a shirt garter. It’s strapped around the thigh to secure the hem of the shirt and stop it from shifting around. That way, formalwear looks straighter and neater when worn.”

As Yan Zhi Mo explained, he slowly helped Jian An Mian put it on.

Jian An Mian covered his eyes in shame with one hand, while his other hand gripped the edge of the chair tightly. Scalding blood seemed to burn all the way from his toes to the tips of his ears. Even his pores trembled from the heat. He deceived himself by thinking that as long as he could not see it, he would not feel embarrassed.

“After the shirt garter is in place around the thigh, tie it firmly with suitable tension. There are several straps here. After lifting them up, use the metal clips at the ends to fasten the hem of the shirt.”

Every time Yan Zhi Mo said a sentence, he carried out the step, making it so that even if Jian An Mian could not see, he could imagine it through Yan Zhi Mo’s description.

In truth, the man’s movements were not suggestive at all. Most of the time, his palms and fingers hovered in the air, doing his best to avoid touching Jian An Mian’s skin. Yet the more it was like this, the harder those tiny accidental touches became to ignore. They were like clusters of faint yet scorching flames, stoking the fire both openly and secretly, like a cat’s tail scratching back and forth over the tip of his heart. He could neither shake it off nor catch it.

Jian An Mian felt as if every bone in his body were melting under the man’s meticulous care. His chest tightened in waves, his heart beat extremely fast, and his scalp tingled.

“It’s on. Get up and take a look.”

Finally, the last annoying metal clip had also been firmly fastened to the hem of the shirt.

As Yan Zhi Mo straightened, his little finger wickedly hooked the elastic band, then suddenly released it. The flexible pure black strap snapped against Jian An Mian’s skin with a sharp sound. Jian An Mian’s body abruptly trembled, and he could not help looking wetly at Yan Zhi Mo with pitiful, faintly accusing eyes.

“Mr. Yan…!”

A perverse sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in Yan Zhi Mo’s heart, but his face remained cold and ruthless as he said, “Don’t act cute. Hurry and stand up. Walk around and see how it feels.”

I wasn’t!

Jian An Mian did not even have the strength to refute him. His toes tentatively touched the floor, and he braced both hands on the back of the chair, trying to stand. But in the next second, he collapsed limply back into the chair and apologized while trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan. My… my legs are weak. I can’t stand up.”

“It’s fine. I’ll hold you up.” Yan Zhi Mo smiled and stroked Jian An Mian’s head. His strong, powerful hand wrapped around Jian An Mian’s waist and easily lifted him into his arms. Then he bent down, picked up the suit trousers to the side, and stuffed them into Jian An Mian’s hands. “Good child, put your trousers on by yourself.”

With shaking hands, Jian An Mian took the trousers and obediently tried to pull them onto his legs. Because his hands and feet had no strength and were still trembling, he failed several times. Tears welled up from the urgency. “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan. I can’t put them on.”

“It’s all right. Mr. Yan will help you.” Yan Zhi Mo held Jian An Mian up with one hand and neatly pulled the trousers up with the other. At the end, he even pressed Jian An Mian against the wall and fastened the exquisite belt he had personally chosen for him. Last came the bow tie, cuffs, snow-white socks, and delicate, adorable little leather shoes.

Jian An Mian lowered his head and watched as the tall man once again knelt on one knee before him. In a manner that brooked no refusal, Yan Zhi Mo caught his ankle. There was clearly a chair, yet Yan Zhi Mo insisted on having him step on the man’s knee. Then he slowly and methodically slid the pure white sock over Jian An Mian’s bare foot, finally placing it into the shiny little leather shoe like the final step of assembling a doll.

“All dressed. Come walk two steps and see.” Yan Zhi Mo straightened. One hand supported Jian An Mian’s soft waist, while the other held Jian An Mian’s thin, fair hand as he led him two steps forward.

Yan Zhi Mo looked at the young man in the fitting mirror, half held and half embraced in his arms, shyly lowering his head while his trembling hands clutched Yan Zhi Mo’s arm. Satisfied, he stroked Jian An Mian’s head and praised him without the slightest stinginess. “Not bad. Very cute.”

“…Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Yan.” Jian An Mian felt dizzy and lightheaded, his back tingling in waves. He could barely stand steadily, and his mouth answered by instinct.

“Since it feels good to wear, we’ll keep this set. Take it off and change into the next one.”

As Yan Zhi Mo spoke, he actually turned around directly and calmly sat down on another chair not far away.