Xia Yang held his phone, looking at the photo repeatedly, not seeing anything indecent.
None of the private parts were exposed, just a bit of chest and shoulder, far less revealing than Yu Ka.
Oh! Could it be that he had censored Yu Ka’s chest and abs, and Han Yi, unable to see, only criticized him?
That’s unfair!
With this in mind, he immediately returned to his album, found the uncensored original picture, and sent it to Han Yi.
[Yang]: 🙄🙄 Look again!
[Yang]: Look at this hot and unrestrained world compared to the conservative and pure me.
After sending the message, Han Yi didn’t reply. No matter how many emojis Xia Yang sent, the conversation remained dead, not even a ripple.
Han Yi had mentioned having something to talk about, but now he said nothing.
Tired, in every sense of the word, Xia Yang decided to let it go for now.
Returning home, it was almost 1:30 PM. Han Yi had already had lunch and was drinking coffee in the living room.
“Eating alone, bad review.” Xia Yang, still annoyed from earlier, muttered under his breath and sat down without greeting anyone.
Today’s chef made authentic Miao mushroom hotpot noodles. The comfort of food slowly soothed his mood, and he happily slurped down the meal.
Just as he was getting into it, Han Yi’s voice came from the living room behind him, “I have a business trip tonight.”
“Uh?” Xia Yang slowed down his eating. The novel characters were amazing; even a wheelchair-bound tycoon could go on business trips.
He put down his chopsticks, turned around, and asked, “Where are you going? When will you be back?”
“D Country.” Han Yi didn’t specify his return date. After a pause, he added, “Tomorrow is Grandma’s birthday. You need to go to West City.”
“Oh, got it!” Xia Yang understood his point and realized this was the matter Han Yi wanted to discuss earlier via WeChat.
“Leave the birthday celebration to me. If you can’t go, I’ll go. I’ll bring your spirit along with me.”
Han Yi: “…”
After giving his instructions, Han Yi went upstairs to prepare for his trip, leaving Xia Yang to finish his meal alone.
Just after he finished eating, his phone rang. It was an unknown number.
“Hello? Who is this?” he answered.
“Hey, it’s Leo,” the caller went straight to the point, “you accidentally took my obsidian black diamond earring. It’s really expensive, so you need to return it.”
Xia Yang realized, “I’m so sorry! I’ll send it to you this afternoon via courier.”
After hanging up, he rushed to a mirror and tried to take off the earring. In his original world, he had never worn such accessories, and the original owner’s ear holes weren’t used to them.
The worst part was that the earring had a butterfly clasp with a tight slot. He tried several times but couldn’t remove it.
Growing frustrated, he heard a noise on the stairs. Looking up, he saw Han Yi descending in his wheelchair.
Feeling like he found a lifeline, he quickly waved, “Mr. Han, I need your help!”
He rushed over and knelt down slightly.
“Help me take this off. It hurts,” he pointed to his ear.
Han Yi glanced at his earlobe. “I can’t do it. Ask someone else.”
“Uh, that might not work,” Xia Yang looked distressed, spreading his hands, “to be honest, my ears are sensitive. Letting anyone touch them would be unmanly! We agreed in our contract, no unmanly behaviors.”
“…”
Han Yi pinched his brow, feeling morally coerced.
At the same time, Xia Yang’s photo of him in the bathtub, half-dressed, flashed in his mind.
Combining that picture with Xia Yang’s insistence on “manliness” circled in his head.
Ridiculous.
After a moment of silence, Han Yi spoke, “I can’t guarantee your ear will be unharmed.”
“No problem, I trust you,” Xia Yang said optimistically, leaning his ear closer, “Good people live long lives. I believe in you and myself.”
Han Yi: “…”
The young man’s earlobes were plump and smooth, with a pale pinkish hue. But after his rough attempts, the outer edge and earlobe were flushed red.
It looked like they had been mistreated. Han Yi’s eyelids drooped slightly, hiding his deep eyes. Yet, he hesitated.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up!” Xia Yang urged, tilting his head back.
“I’m figuring out how much force to use.” Han Yi snapped out of his thoughts and looked away.
Xia Yang shuddered. “Not too hard, please. Just taking off an earring, not my head.”
“Stop talking, turn around.”
In silence, Han Yi examined the butterfly clasp and pinched the slot, pulling it towards himself.
He thought he used a light touch, but Xia Yang hissed, his face contorted in pain.
“Ow—ow, ow, ow—”
“Too rough! That’s flesh! Flesh!”
Han Yi: “…”
Outside the door, Fang Ming, who was about to enter, stopped abruptly: “??”
What did he hear? Flesh?!
Did it mean that kind of flesh?!
It’s broad daylight, even if it’s flesh, it shouldn’t be in the living room. Mr. Han, who was always serious, had become so casual?
Fang Ming stood there, bewildered, almost slapping himself to check if he was dreaming. But then Han Yi’s annoyed voice came from inside.
“If it hurts so much, do it yourself!”
Fang Ming: “……..”
Indeed, it was real.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, added two more locks to the door, and decisively stopped two maids about to enter for cleaning.
“Wait, it’s not convenient right now.” He cleared his throat and said seriously.
“?” The maids looked confused.
“The master and the madam didn’t eat enough at lunch. They’re having a snack. Tell the chef, no more light dishes!”
Author’s note:
Chef: ??? What’s it got to do with me!
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