Xie Cen sprawled on the bed, a corner of the blanket barely covering his recently subsided arousal. He stared at the ceiling, dazed, still recovering from his intense orgasm.

Qin Yu, on the other hand, had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, about to light a post-coital cigarette.

He instinctively reached for his lighter, only to realize he was naked. Right, he wasn’t wearing anything – where would he keep a lighter?

After a moment’s thought, he remembered the cigarettes were on the table by Xie Cen’s side.

Qin Yu was about to stand up and walk around but glanced at the still-blissful Xie Cen. Suddenly, he changed his mind.

Quietly crawling back onto the bed, he playfully smacked his forehead, feigning frustration. “Ah, so that’s where they are.”

He stretched one leg across Xie Cen’s body. Now alert, Xie Cen sensed something was wrong.

Seeing clarity return to Xie Cen’s eyes, Qin Yu decided to tease him further, despite his intentions being mostly transparent.

Qin Yu straddled him, his muscular legs framing Xie Cen’s body. He deliberately pretended to lose balance, pressing against Xie Cen’s chest for support.

The sensitive, reddened nipples there made Xie Cen shiver involuntarily at the touch.

Mission accomplished. Qin Yu grinned mischievously, reaching for the cigarettes. But Xie Cen quickly grabbed his thighs, pulling him down forcefully.

“Mmph!”

Qin Yu found himself fully seated on Xie Cen, who raised an eyebrow and gave a wicked thrust of his hips.

Qin Yu let out a stifled moan.

“Ready for another round?” Xie Cen seized the moment, voicing what he’d been wanting to say.

Qin Yu played along, reaching under the covers to caress Xie Cen’s legs. Xie Cen spread them wider, anticipating more.

But Qin Yu withdrew his hand. Before Xie Cen could question it, Qin Yu explained:

“We can’t. Your inner thighs are already raw. We absolutely can’t continue tonight.”

Disappointment flickered in Xie Cen’s eyes, his arousal fading.

“Overindulgence isn’t good, Mr. Xie.” Qin Yu smiled, leaning down to place a light kiss on the corner of Xie Cen’s mouth.

Seemingly placated, Xie Cen smiled and gave one last playful thrust before releasing Qin Yu’s thighs.

“Huh? They’re gone.” Qin Yu opened the cigarette box to find it empty.

“Mr. Qin, there’s a new pack in my coat pocket,” Xie Cen said seriously. His proper demeanor was captivating – usually giving the impression of an elite, well-educated gentleman. But in bed, that same proper face would utter things so filthy even Qin Yu would blush. The contrast was stark; his clothes seemed to seal away a beastly nature, fully exposed once undressed.

“Oh? I thought you didn’t smoke much. Why carry cigarettes?” Qin Yu asked, but still got up to retrieve the coat. “And they’re unopened.”

“A friend from abroad gave them to me. I heard they have a refreshing taste. I meant to give them to you but forgot. I’m not sure if you’ll like them.”

“For me? I’ll treasure them then.”

As Qin Yu returned, he kicked something – an ornate gift box with a large pink bow.

“What’s this doing here?” Qin Yu picked it up, examining it.

“Chu-dage gave it to me, told me to hide it well and not show it off. So I put it in the bedroom.”

“From Chu-dage? Well, I can’t refuse that.” Qin Yu muttered.

After a moment’s hesitation, Qin Yu’s curiosity won out and he opened Brother Chu’s gift.

“Whoa!”

“What is it?” Xie Cen sat up abruptly, looking surprised.

Qin Yu exclaimed in amazement:

“Ultra-thin 0.01?!”

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