After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 13

Jian Anmian opened his mouth in disbelief. “Are you… staying in here?”

Yan Zhimuo nodded solemnly, showing not a single shred of shame for acting like a lecher. Crossing his legs, he said, “Mhm. I’ll just sit right here and watch you change.”

“…”

Yan Zhimuo’s finger habitually tapped the armrest. “What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes and change into the next set.”

How can he do this?!

Jian Anmian’s inner world was collapsing.

It was already embarrassing enough to have Mr. Yan help him get dressed, but how could he possibly let Mr. Yan watch him change?!

Jian Anmian bit his lip, the rims of his eyes turning red. He said weakly, “Mr. Yan, could you please wait outside for me?”

Yan Zhimuo was categorical: “No.”

“…”

Jian Anmian had no choice. If he didn’t obey, the man would likely do what he did just now—step in and change him personally. It was better to do it himself.

And so, under the man’s tangible gaze, Jian Anmian proceeded to take off the clothes the man had just personally put on him, piece by piece, and replaced them with a new set with trembling hands.

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

However, he didn’t realize that from behind, the sight was even more evocative. Moreover, there was a mirror at his side; everything he was trying so hard to hide in front was faithfully reflected into the man’s pupils through the glass.

Whether front or back, everything was laid bare.

The man had said he would let Jian Anmian change himself, so he truly did nothing but watch. He only stepped forward to help tidy up once the youth was dressed, then waited for the next set.

Finally, when the last outfit was done, Jian Anmian was so exhausted he could barely lift his limbs. The continuous shame and the racing heart had drained his meager stamina. His whole body radiated heat, and the expression on his face was a mess. Even though nothing had actually happened, it looked as if he and the man had done something scandalous inside.

When they left the fitting room, the eyes of the entire store staff were different. Jian Anmian’s face flushed so hard he wanted to bury his head in the man’s chest; he simply couldn’t face anyone.

Yan Zhimuo pointed at the clothes in front of him. “Wrap these up for me. I don’t want those few sets.”

The manager bowed. “Of course, President Yan.”

Tsk, rich people really know how to play.

Yan Zhimuo had discarded a few imperfect sets, but there were still over ten remaining. An entire afternoon had passed in the blink of an eye. Instead of feeling impatient, his heart was filled with the accomplishment of having completed a “dress-up doll” mini-game.

It seems I should consider getting the little one more clothes in the future, Yan Zhimuo thought silently.

Also, the sheets, duvet covers, curtains, desk, and nightstand in the kid’s room were long overdue for a change. When he entered Jian Anmian’s bedroom last time, he noticed the gray-white-black color scheme was far too dull and boring; it didn’t suit such a beautiful boy at all.

Jian Anmian had no idea that his bedroom was about to undergo a massive transformation based on a decision the man had made on a whim.

Because there were so many clothes, the store would deliver them personally once they were packed. Yan Zhimuo took Jian Anmian’s hand and headed home, feeling refreshed.

Half an hour later, the clothes arrived. Auntie Wang, beaming with joy, carried a pile of bags upstairs to arrange them in Jian Anmian’s room.

Jian Anmian watched helplessly as Auntie Wang took out several boxes containing shirt stays. After asking for his preference, she placed them in a prominent, easily accessible spot in the closet.

At the thought of what had happened in the fitting room, Jian Anmian’s skin burned, and his spine felt a wave of tingling. His head, already uncomfortable from the car ride, felt even dizzier.

Why do shirt stays exist? They’re so suggestive!

Come to think of it, if shirt stays were a necessity for formal wear, then wouldn’t Mr. Yan—who was always in an elegant, crisp suit—be wearing them every day…

The thought made Jian Anmian’s cheeks burn uncontrollably. Even during dinner, he couldn’t stop his eyes from stealing glances at Yan Zhimuo’s thighs.

As the protagonist of a BL novel, Yan Zhimuo’s looks and physique were top-tier. His features were sharply defined and deep; the lines from his brows to the bridge of his nose were sculpted and three-dimensional. The curve of his profile was beautiful, and his thin lips carried a hint of coldness. When he pursed them slightly, an aura of natural authority would wash over everyone.

His stature was tall and imposing, his limbs long and powerful—not overly bulky, yet full of masculine charm. The elegance and sexiness of a mature man, along with the nobility cultivated over years of wealth and power, were displayed perfectly in him.

A single look could easily make Jian Anmian as obedient as a puppy.

Despite never having seen the male lead’s body, Jian Anmian could imagine it. Those thighs, which looked long and straight from the outside, were surely powerful, with tight, smooth muscles and lines as beautiful and sexy as if carved by a blade, overflowing with male hormones.

And on such a pair of sexy thighs that could make one’s blood boil with just a glance, if there were a horizontal, pure black elastic band tightly constricting the thigh muscle… the wheat-colored skin contrasting sharply with the black strap, with several metal clips pulling upward…

Yan Zhimuo took a deep breath. The chopsticks in his hand suddenly tapped the edge of his bowl. His jawline tightened with restraint as he looked at Jian Anmian with dark, deep eyes and said, “Jian Anmian, what are you thinking about again?”

The kid was simply too innocent; every little thought was written on his face, and he couldn’t hide anything. He thought his peeking went unnoticed, but he had no idea how obvious his movements were.

Before, it was that place; now, it was his thighs.

How had he not noticed before that this boy, who looked as pure as an angel on the outside, was actually so “lecherous” on the inside?

Jian Anmian hadn’t realized he had been caught red-handed again. He hesitated for two seconds and asked with genuine curiosity, “Mr. Yan, those shirt stays… do you wear them too?”

Yan Zhimuo paused, then immediately let out a helpless laugh.

What goes on in this kid’s little head all day long…

Yan Zhimuo propped his chin on the back of his hand, his chopsticks still between his fingers, and tilted his head to look at Jian Anmian. His dark pupils overflowed with an undisguised, playful smile as he asked back, “What… are you fantasizing about? Hmm?”

Jian Anmian dazed for a moment before the realization hit him. He had just confessed without even being interrogated. His face turned beet red instantly. He cursed his own IQ in his mind, clenched his fists guiltily, and shook his head with dodging eyes. “I… I’m not!”

Yan Zhimuo’s expression immediately darkened. His somber eyes stared straight at him as he said deeply, “I told you before: no more lying.”

The man naturally had a hard, sharp look. When his thin lips were pressed tight, he looked much more frightening than usual.

Jian Anmian instinctively shivered, already regretting the denial that had slipped out.

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

“I’m not!” Jian Anmian was now most afraid of hearing the man call him “bad.” He opened his mouth helplessly, then finally lowered his head in shame, apologizing with a trembling voice. “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan. I lied again. Just now…”

He bit his lip and said with difficulty, “I accidentally fantasized about you… wearing shirt stays.”

Yan Zhimuo watched him for a few seconds, then gave a low laugh. He gently patted Jian Anmian’s head. “It’s okay. If you can admit your mistakes, you’re still my good child. In the future, if you’re thinking something, just say it. Don’t make me force it out of you.”

Yan Zhimuo emphasized the last sentence slowly, his tone becoming somewhat cold, unconsciously revealing his autocratic and dominant side.

Despite being easily forgiven, Jian Anmian felt a massive sense of shame overwhelm him. He could almost hear the blood rushing in his ears. The back of his neck and his spine were heating up in waves. He stared down at his chopsticks and murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Yan. I understand.”

Yan Zhimuo patted his head again with satisfaction and said unhurriedly, “Unfortunately, your fantasy is destined to be a disappointment. Because I am used to formal wear, I don’t actually need to wear shirt stays.”

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, a playful smirk slowly curling onto his lips as he said softly, “However… if you want to see them, I could wear them for you…”

“No, no, no!” Jian Anmian said “no” three times in a row, his head shaking like a rattle. His hair was practically standing on end from shame.

The male lead is so flirty, ahhh!

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

Jian Anmian tried to bury his head in his food, attempting to erase the escalating fantasies in his mind.

Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Yan Zhimuo with a bit of hope. “Mr. Yan, since you don’t need to wear shirt stays, does that mean I don’t…”

But before he could finish, Yan Zhimuo pressed a finger against his lips across the space between them.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Yan Zhimuo said, ruthlessly crushing Jian Anmian’s hope. “You can’t. Because you’re still a kid. Without shirt stays, you won’t be able to wear a suit properly.”

Jian Anmian pursed his lips unhappily and couldn’t help but whisper a rebuttal, “I’m not a kid. I’m an adult.”

Yan Zhimuo chuckled. “Only someone like me counts as a real adult. Compared to me, don’t you still count as a kid?”

Jian Anmian thought to himself: What should I do? The man is so mature and charismatic; I’ll never be able to grow up to be like him.

In Mr. Yan’s eyes, would he be a kid for the rest of his life?

“It’s okay. Even if Mianmian never grows up, it doesn’t matter,” Yan Zhimuo said as if reading his mind. He hooked his chin and used a tissue to meticulously wipe the corner of the boy’s mouth. When he was done, he pinched the soft white cheek and said nonchalantly, “Isn’t it just a little puppy who loves to sleep? I can afford to keep you.”