Crossdress Ch94part1

Last time, he wasn’t even allowed through the door, but this time, he was invited in. A leap of progress. Next time, maybe he’d even be allowed to stay overnight.

Wen Sinian silently calculated in his mind as he approached the desk. The closer he got to the large bed, the stronger the sweet scent wafting from it. The bedding was messy, and the young master was dressed in a short-sleeved, short-pants sleepwear, lazily sprawled over the desk. It looked like he had been lying in bed before crawling back to his homework.

Seeing Wen Sinian still fully dressed so late at night, Xu Yan lifted his head, his face stern: “Stop staring. Come here.”

The towering figure moved into the lamplight, looming over him with an undeniable, oppressive presence. Xu Yan kicked the stool beside him: “Sit here.”

Wen Sinian sat down. Xu Yan shoved the pen in his hand and pushed the test paper toward him. “Explain these problems to me. You’re not leaving until you do.”

Wen Sinian held the pen, his gaze lingering on the fair, delicate face before him, inch by inch, as if savoring it. His hair was soft and fluffy, framing his small face. His thick, curled lashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyes. His lips were plump and glossy, slightly reddened, as if they’d been bitten.

As he stared, his eyes darkened.

A sudden kick to his leg jolted him. Xu Yan had sat up straight, glaring at him furiously. “Look at the test paper! What are you staring at? I called you up here to explain the problems, not to gawk. If you won’t explain, leave now.”

Wen Sinian tore his gaze away and finally flipped open the test paper. “These problems are a bit beyond the syllabus,” he said.

“I know.” Xu Yan replied. “But do you actually know how to solve them?”

Wen Sinian began writing out the steps, speaking slowly to ensure Xu Yan understood. He even drew diagrams to help. After explaining three or four problems, he saw that Xu Yan was keeping up, so he simplified his steps and sped up a little.

By the time he finished explaining all the problems Xu Yan struggled with, an hour had passed. Xu Yan quietly reviewed the solutions, absorbing them.

Wen Sinian sat beside him in silence, not saying a word.

The more Xu Yan studied, the clearer Wen Sinian’s problem-solving approach seemed. Curious, he turned to look at him, only to find Wen Sinian watching him. Remembering Wen Sinian’s confession, Xu Yan felt a belated awkwardness at being alone with him in the room.

He bit the cap of his pen, deliberately changing the subject: “How do you know how to do everything? Were you always good at studying?”

Wen Sinian’s eyes fixed on his lips. He first took the pen cap from Xu Yan’s mouth: “Don’t bite that. It’s dirty.”

Xu Yan obediently let go, grinding his teeth instead. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I was alright,” Wen Sinian said.

Xu Yan didn’t believe him. “Tell me, what university did you get into? You must have gone to university, right? Otherwise, how would you know advanced math?”

Wen Sinian countered: “Guess.”

Xu Yan scoffed. “I don’t want to guess. If you don’t want to say it, forget it.” He lowered his head to focus on the problems again.

After a while, he asked, “You didn’t get into a good school, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have ended up as a bodyguard. You must be really unbalanced, maybe you aced math but only scored thirty in Chinese.”

Wen Sinian’s lips curved slightly, his voice low and amused: “So clever, Little Master.”

Xu Yan’s heart fluttered inexplicably, his face warming. “I am clever.”

“Yes, you’re the cleverest,” Wen Sinian agreed.

Xu Yan buried his head even lower, muttering, “The problems are all explained. You can go now.”

“Not sleeping yet?” Wen Sinian asked.

“I’ll do a bit more,” Xu Yan replied.

Wen Sinian glanced at the time. He already knew Xu Yan would likely stay up late again, so he deliberately stayed put. “I’ll keep you company. If you have any more questions, you can ask me. Finish early and sleep early.”

It made sense, so Xu Yan didn’t chase him away.

As he worked, Xu Yan eventually slumped over the desk, clearly exhausted. He yawned widely, his eyes watering, but he persisted. Wen Sinian softly asked, “Not going to sleep?”

Xu Yan rubbed his eyes, his voice thick with sleep: “I’ll finish these problems… then sleep…”

Wen Sinian was happy to linger in his room a while longer. He casually picked up a book from the shelf, though his eyes never left the soft curve of Xu Yan’s back.

Sure enough, Xu Yan didn’t last long. His head drooped like a sleepy cat, and he eventually dozed off at the desk, still clutching his pen.

Wen Sinian watched his peaceful sleeping face. His mouth was slightly open, his cheek pressed against his hand, and a hint of drool escaped. He put the book back, gently removed the pen from Xu Yan’s hand, and organized the papers and exercises, tucking them into his bag.

Finally, with utmost care, he slid one hand behind Xu Yan’s back and the other under his knees, effortlessly lifting him into his arms. It was almost 2:30 AM, and the exhausted young master slept soundly, nuzzling into the safe, warm embrace without a hint of resistance.

His body was so soft that Wen Sinian dared not squeeze too tightly, afraid of crushing him. He carried him to the bed, preparing to lay him down, but as he bent over, he saw Xu Yan bury half his face into his chest. His moist lips moved slightly against the fabric, as if seeking something.

Wen Sinian’s breath hitched. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Xu Yan in his lap. He reached out, stroking his hair, his earlobe, his cheek. Not wanting to wake him, he carefully loosened the neckline of Xu Yan’s sleepwear with his fingers. The exposed skin was smooth and fair, the elegant curve of his neck leading down to his shoulders, chest, and flat, smooth waist.

The shorts barely reached his knees, now riding up to his thighs. Wen Sinian’s hand closed around one, sinking into the soft, warm flesh. His fingers pressed deeply, almost cruelly, into the tender skin. The sleeping figure stirred slightly, kicking his legs weakly before burrowing deeper into Wen Sinian’s arms.

In the dim light, he could see the exposed legs, pale, slender, and soft, with a hint of pink at the knees. They looked untouched by sun or wind, as delicate as silken tofu.

Wen Sinian finally laid him back on the bed. As he moved, the hem of Xu Yan’s sleepwear rode up, revealing a sliver of his soft waist. His arms stretched out to the sides, almost invitingly.

Wen Sinian knew he shouldn’t stay any longer. He straightened up, preparing to leave, but the person on the bed fidgeted restlessly, as if searching for something.

He noticed a stuffed rabbit on the pillow and placed it in Xu Yan’s hand. The young master immediately hugged it tightly, pressing the hand holding the rabbit against his chest. He nuzzled the back of Wen Sinian’s hand with his cheek before settling back into sleep.

Wen Sinian inhaled lightly, feeling the dampness at the corner of Xu Yan’s lips. The moisture had seeped onto his own hand, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he knelt gently by the bed, bringing his upper body closer to Xu Yan’s breath.

His nose brushed against the damp spot on his hand, feeling the warm, soft exhalations. He rubbed it lightly, picking up a faint glimmer of moisture.

The young master stirred in his sleep, his brows furrowing slightly as he murmured, “No… go… go away…”

Wen Sinian stroked his hair and whispered into his ear, “I’m not leaving. I’m here.” “Don’t be afraid, baby. Sleep.”

His unease seemed to ease. His lashes fluttered, and he soon fell back into deep sleep.

Wen Sinian pulled the blanket over him, but Xu Yan kicked it off almost immediately. He covered him again, only for it to be kicked off once more. Eventually, Wen Sinian pressed the blanket down with his legs, fully exposing Xu Yan to his gaze.

From this angle, he could see every inch of him. He noticed a small, red birthmark on the inside of Xu Yan’s thigh, like a drop of blood accidentally spilled on his skin.

It made him want to lick it clean.

And so, he did.

As Xu Yan turned slightly in his sleep, Wen Sinian withdrew his hand and followed the curve of Xu Yan’s sleeping form downward with his breath.

Finally, he stopped at the little red birthmark.

Up close, he realized it wasn’t blood but a tiny birthmark embedded in the soft flesh. It couldn’t be wiped away with a finger or licked away with a tongue. To truly “clean” it, he’d have to take a small bite of the skin.

The dampness on his nose had faded, leaving a faint indentation in the soft flesh. Even asleep, Xu Yan wasn’t entirely unaware. His other leg pressed down heavily, as if seeking more contact.

After a while, Wen Sinian stopped.

He gently caressed the flushed, soft skin, adjusted Xu Yan’s sleepwear, and covered him with the blanket again.

Fortunately, the young master was exhausted. If he knew his bodyguard had been playing with his legs like this, who knows what kind of fuss he’d make.

Wen Sinian pressed a final kiss to his cheek, wiping away the moisture at the corner of his lips before leaving the bedside.

Dawn was approaching.