The Big Boss' Medicine 6

Surprised that the other person suddenly asked and answered his own question, Su Duan blinked.

Do you like money or face...?

Having never read CEO novels, Su Duan couldn't grasp the ambiguity in this question. Even after hearing it, he began to seriously ponder under the man's deep gaze.

Although he was relieved that the other party gave him some options to choose from, weren't the provided options a bit too few?

Only two.

With two prompts, Su Duan, who didn't know where to start just now, suddenly felt his thoughts become a bit clearer.

As for money, as long as his lover doesn't nearly deplete his experience points like last time, Su Duan would already be very content... Of course, having a lot of money would be best, as it would make handling certain matters more convenient.

...Then let's like money a bit, thought the little black herb who nearly had his wallet emptied before, quite pragmatically.

Of course he also liked his face. Although the other person didn't necessarily look the same in each world, no matter which face it was, in his eyes, they were all pleasing to the eye and made him want to kiss them.

Besides these, he also liked the man's voice, liked the warm feeling when the other person held him, liked every part of his body, probably also including the little brother that often exhausted him...

Slowly counting like this, the already somewhat distant times in his memory seemed to be pulled back and relived. The good, the bad, the joyful, the sorrowful... Lost in thought for a moment, Su Duan forgot that he still hadn't answered the man's question.

Seeing the black-haired youth "at a loss" to the point of being in a daze, Yan Shen pursed his lips. "..."

Actually, after asking that question, he realized it was inappropriate.

Although some things were tacitly understood by everyone, bringing these matters into the open might lead to awkwardness.

They had just met after all. Besides money and face, the youth probably didn't have the chance to see other aspects of him. Why did he have to use such words to pressure the youth?

He wouldn't be satisfied with either answer. Besides making the youth not know how to respond, this question didn't have much substantive meaning.

Loosening his grip on the black-haired youth's chin, Yan Shen hid the dark emotions in his eyes and slowly said, "Forget it, no need to answer—"

It's fine, there will be plenty of time in the future. What he sets his eyes on can only be his.

He might let go temporarily, but where the other can't see, he will definitely hold on tightly.

Only now coming back to his senses, Su Duan hurriedly interrupted him, "I want to answer."

"I like both of these." Looking at the man's somewhat indescribably disappointed eyes with his own bright black orbs, Su Duan earnestly added, "The rest, many things about you, I also like."

When he heard the first sentence, he hadn't expected the young man to admit it so candidly. Yan Shen was momentarily stunned. His previous assumptions about being unhappy with any possible answer suddenly vanished, finding the young man's honesty utterly endearing. That simple "I like everything" made his heart swell with an unusual sense of pride.

Indeed, given his financial status and appearance, it was natural for the young man to fall for him at first sight.

President Yan, experiencing a bout of inflated self-assessment, thought with mysterious confidence and prepared to reward the honest black-haired youth with a kiss.

However, upon hearing the second sentence, he paused again.

"The rest, there's a lot more"... what did that mean?

Was it what he thought?

They had just met, their knowledge of each other limited to appearances and a few exchanges. How could he possibly know about everything else, what lay beneath?

What lies under a beautiful facade isn't always pleasant - like the mental illness that could make him aggressive. If the young man knew about these things, he probably wouldn't speak this way.

Though logic said one thing, when he met the young man's dark eyes, seemingly bright with emotion, that faint voice of reason was instantly banished.

He couldn't help but want to believe in the gentle words from the young man's lips.

Without verbally responding, Yan Shen lowered his gaze to meet the other's eyes. He reached out again to gently tilt the young man's chin to the right angle, then leaned down.

His hand moved to reshape the youth's face, gently adjusting it to an angle, then he leaned down and kissed him.

The faintly red lips were softer than expected, and the youth compliantly let his lips press over, his lips slightly parted, and a faintly sweet, mildly bitter taste mixed in his breath, calming even the most excitable thoughts.

...Although he looked like he’d be experienced, in reality, President Yan, who’d only had practice with his own hands, blanked out for a moment.

Barely coming to his senses, President Yan began to think about where to begin.

Just staying pressed like this wasn’t going anywhere; it seemed he should nibble a bit, then bring in his tongue?

Due to strict regulations, descriptions below the neck aren’t allowed in CEO romances, and even kissing scenes are glossed over, so in truth, President Yan isn’t very familiar with this kind of thing between men...

Just as President Yan was earnestly trying to figure out how to appear professional, the person he was pressing against moved on his own initiative.

The soft lips brushed lightly over his lips twice, then a small, warm tongue tip ventured out, tapping lightly against his lips.

At the moment that warm, moist sensation touched his lips, Yan Shen felt as though every nerve ending had converged on that tiny licked spot, his body rapidly heating up, even his heart felt like it was melting with the warmth.

Driven by some instinct...or perhaps a distant memory, he suddenly intuitively grasped the core techniques for this kind of thing, and before long, the black-haired youth who had initially had the strength to take the initiative was reduced to only murmuring, his half-lidded black eyes glistening with a clear, watery light.

Though the air conditioning was running in the car compartment and the small fan diligently spun, the cool breeze across his jaw couldn't dispel the rising warmth.

After what seemed like an eternity, Yan Shen finally drew back, satisfied with how things had progressed. He gazed down at the slightly dazed black-haired young man, his fingertips ghosting across the youth's face, feeling the endless warmth radiating from his skin.

Perhaps it was due to his fair skin or constitution, but the black-haired youth blushed easily. His neck too - the slightest stimulation would cause a pink flush to spread, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Yan Shen couldn't help but let the corners of his lips curve up ever so slightly.

It was just a kiss after all, and in the beginning, it was even initiated by the black-haired youth--

Thinking of this, President Yan suddenly realized something, and the smile at the corners of his mouth stiffened as he struggled with the thought: Was Su Duan's licking motion just now a bit... too practiced?

"......"

Indeed, how could it be so practiced?

That natural movement, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, didn't seem like someone lacking experience.

The smile completely vanished from President Yan's face.

Although he understood that as an adult, it was perfectly normal for the youth to have kissed others before him, just the thought of the black-haired youth's lips and teeth intertwined with someone else's, or even engaging in more intimate and deeper acts before him, made President Yan feel like he had evolved into a pufferfish.

Puffed up with anger, the kind that would bite someone at any moment.

Tearing apart anyone who had touched the youth before him.

Even though he knew he had no right to interfere with the black-haired youth's past, just imagining those scenes, Yan Shen still couldn't control the swelling possessiveness in his heart. His entire being was like a cat whose paw had been painfully stepped on, and if he had fur, it would surely be standing on end right now!

President Yan took a deep breath and silently recited in his heart:

I'm not angry.

Not angry.

...Not angry.

N...ot... an...gry...

...No, I'm still angry!

Getting angrier the more he thought about it! Almost furious to death!

Telling himself that he couldn't hurt the youth by losing control of his emotions, Yan Shen finally glanced at the youth who looked a bit dazed by his suddenly gloomy expression. Restraining his desire to confirm ownership through physical contact, he turned his head and stiffly instructed the driver in the front seat, "Drive."

After a few seconds, the driver's somewhat low voice came from the front seat.

"Okay."

Although it was just one simple word, for some reason, it vaguely conveyed a sense of having endured a lot.