The Big Boss' Medicine 24

The little hamster nestled in his arms, eyes tightly closed, breathing evenly, as if he was sound asleep. Only the occasional fluttering of his eyelashes betrayed that he wasn't as unaware as he appeared on the surface.

The only two people in the bedroom had already "fallen asleep", so naturally there was no one to answer the question Yan Shen had asked, the trailing words slowly dissipating in the empty bedroom.

Yan Shen lowered his eyes and observed the little hamster in his arms who looked peaceful for a while, his eyes as dark as ink. He reached out his well-defined fingers and flicked the youth's drooping eyelashes.

No movement.

He was quite able to endure.

He teased a couple more times, unhurriedly, watching the youth's eyelids begin to tremble uncontrollably. Estimating that it was about the limit of what the youth could bear, he moved his hand away, resting it again on the soft hair.

His fingertips passed through the strands of hair, and Yan Shen ruffled Su Duan's fine, soft hair as if playing with a doll. Then his fingertips slid down, tracing sensitive areas like the temples, corners of the eyes, tip of the nose, philtrum... Each time, just when Su Duan couldn't stand it and was about to open his eyes, he would move his fingertips away, giving him a little time to catch his breath.

After countless rounds of being teased and tormented, the little hamster playing dead, although still barely managing to keep his eyes closed and not "expose himself", his breathing had already quietly heated up. When Yan Shen's fingers passed by, he only felt a warm breath blowing on his fingertips, transmitting the heat to his own body as well.

Fingertips with a slightly rough texture slid over the lean jaw, finally stopping on the small Adam's apple. After tapping it a couple times as if jumping, suddenly the thumb and index finger pinched together, accurately grasping that small protrusion.

The Adam's apple is a part that can't withstand touching. Even if gently held by lips and teeth, it would still feel out of sorts, let alone being kneaded so maliciously. Su Duan had been lulled by the previous teasing yet gentle touches, completely not expecting this attack to suddenly intensify. Caught off guard, he couldn't hold back and let out a "hmm" sound from his throat.

Knowing he could no longer hide it, Su Duan's eyelashes fluttered and he dejectedly opened his eyes, his heart continuously sinking.

"Shen Shen..."

Yan Shen didn't speak, his fingertips still unhurriedly fiddling with his Adam's apple, as if caressing a top-quality gem, not heavy, but extremely meticulous and tantalizing.

"Shen Shen, it's uncomfortable."

Su Duan reached out to pull his wrist, but if Yan Shen wanted to use force, his small frame was no match at all. His slender five fingers covered the other party's slightly cold wrist, even pulling with great effort, he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

Su Duan was so bullied his nose turned sour, and his vision suddenly became a bit blurry.

It wasn't just because his Adam's apple was being teased to an unbearable strange feeling, but more importantly because Yan Shen had, extremely rarely, stiffened his face at him. As if not hearing his words at all, not even moving his gaze, he continued to inflict the unilaterally decided "punishment".

This Yan Shen seemed to have come from far away, his contours sharp and indifferent, like snow falling in winter, carrying a chilling coldness, as if separated from everyone in this world by an invisible barrier.

He even started to look a bit unfamiliar.

Is he angry? Su Duan subconsciously thought.

"...Uncomfortable." Su Duan said again, this time with an unmistakable aggrieved tone.

Only then did Yan Shen's gaze, which had been fixed on Su Duan's throat, waver as if startled awake, moving to Su Duan's face.

The little hamster in his arms had clear, moist light in his eyes, looking at him aggrievedly, filled with bright accusation, as if he had just committed an extremely heinous crime. Even though he had only touched his Adam's apple, and with controlled force at that.

Yan Shen paused, withdrew his hand, still not speaking.

"Are you angry with me?" Su Duan asked in a small voice, while carefully rubbing his "badly abused" Adam's apple. Yan Shen had controlled his force very well, making him feel an unbearable discomfort while still staying far from the boundary of hurting him.

Yan Shen's thin lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something, but after opening slightly, quickly closed again, still maintaining his silence, and turning his gaze to the side, not meeting Su Duan's.

Su Duan's feeling was correct, he was indeed angry.

He wasn't angry that Su Duan had casually destroyed the things he sent over, but angry that this silly little hamster had no idea how to protect himself at all.

As the older one with more power, and because of his excessive fondness for the youth, his attitude towards Su Duan had always been nearly doting. As long as it was the youth's wish, he was never stingy in satisfying it.

But this kind of matter of principle was different.

It was very fortunate that he hadn't had an episode during this time, but what if he did have one and lost control? What could Su Duan use to protect himself?

The chili water spray that had been replaced with plain water? The tactical pen without its sharp point? Or the stun baton with its circuits dismantled?

......

It was laughable to even think about.

Just imagining that scenario, in addition to feeling the irony, a sense of uncontrollable coldness also surged up from his spine, as if even the flow rate of the blood in his body had slowed down.

He could not bear the consequences of Su Duan being hurt, especially when the one inflicting the harm was himself. Just imagining it was enough to torment his nerves in bursts.

The hand restraining Su Duan's arm also unknowingly loosened its force, trembling slightly as it fell onto the soft bed.

When it came down to it... it was still the trouble he brought himself.

...If Su Duan was with a normal person, he could enjoy a healthy relationship without any worries, instead of bearing countless concerns and risks like this.

The lowered eyes took on an even deeper melancholic color, and the emotions that had been calm for a long time surged with fluctuations. Yan Shen closed his eyes, and suddenly the image of a small pebble casually thrown into a lake appeared in his mind, constantly sinking. Occasionally, bubbles wrapped around it would detach from its body, wobbling as they rose. Upon encountering the sunlight on the lake surface, they quickly burst open, merging with the countless ordinary air.

The falling hand clenched into a fist on one side.

Yan Shen was silent for a while, and just as he was about to say something, his waist suddenly tightened as something wrapped around it.

Looking down, Su Duan had already stretched out his two thin arms, hugging his waist tightly, looking up at him pitifully, the watery look in his bright black eyes had not yet faded, but also carried a hint of caution.

He had originally let go of the little hamster in his arms who had been bullied to the point of bubbles in his eyes, but it seemed that this little hamster who couldn't stand the teasing didn't think of running away. Instead, it froze for a moment, then foolishly turned over and crashed back into his arms.

"You're angry." This time it was said in an affirmative tone. Rubbing his cheek against his waist through the thin inner shirt, Su Duan stammered, "I know I was wrong, you... don't be angry..."

He had never had the experience of apologizing to his lover so solemnly. Although tracing back to the soul level, it was the same person, compared to the previous few worlds, Yan Shen's personality was the most steady, and also the one that made him feel at a loss the most times.

Although he looked steady, strong, and reliable on the outside, when Su Duan observed Yan Shen, he always had a vague feeling that he was the one who needed more stability.

Originally, he felt a little aggrieved after having his throat pressed and teased for a long time, but as soon as he saw the hint of blankness in Yan Shen's expression, that little bit of grievance turned into deeper uneasiness and guilt.

Yan Shen was still sick and in a state where he couldn't stand stimulation. At this time, it was indeed inappropriate for him to openly go against Yan Shen.

He should have handled those tools more covertly, Su Duan reflected on himself in his heart.

For a long time, in his relationship with his lover, he had been the one who was tolerated and spoiled. Suddenly, his lover had a fragile glass heart, and the roles were reversed. He became the one who had to take care of the overall situation. Su Duan suddenly felt that his whole person had become taller.

He even felt inexplicably delighted.

"No--"

Hearing the little hamster's soft apology, Yan Shen couldn't help but be surprised for a moment - he was just feeling aggrieved, how did he come to apologize so quickly?

And then there was the subconscious denial.

He was angry, but in the end, he was only angry at himself for not being able to give Su Duan a normal relationship.

However, after denying Su Duan's words, he didn't know what to say. His thoughts were like a little insect that had fallen into a honey jar, as if stuck by something, turning very slowly. After meeting the youth's pure black eyes, it almost stopped.

Before he could laboriously think of words to explain, the youth hurriedly propped himself up, changing from lying on his legs to a kneeling posture with his legs apart, sandwiching his legs in the middle. The soft little butt sat directly on his legs. Reaching out, he pulled his head down and kissed the corner of his pursed lips, even licking it after the kiss in a pleasing manner.

"Kissing you, don't be angry." After letting go of him, the youth cupped his face and said softly and gently, with tiny bright lights in his black eyes, as if hiding little stars.

The soft palms pressed against his cheeks, continuously transmitting the warmth from the youth's body to him.

Strangely soothed by this kiss, Yan Shen's thoughts began to turn again, but he still didn't speak.

He placed his hand on Su Duan's shoulder, skillfully turning the tables, engulfing the youth's reddened lips, prying open the hard little white teeth, and sending his tongue inside.

"Mm..."

"I'll buy you another set." After letting go, not knowing how long they had kissed, Yan Shen reached out to touch the youth's cheek, his thumb rubbing on the delicate skin, his deep voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, "This time, don't stretch out your paws and scratch randomly."

Su Duan blinked, his face still flushed from the kiss, and obediently agreed, "Okay."

It didn't matter, if he couldn't scratch, he wouldn't scratch. At most, he just wouldn't use them. Yan Shen couldn't force him to use them--

No, Yan Shen didn't need to force him. As long as his rationality hadn't completely disappeared, Yan Shen could completely use these things on himself.

Then he could only try to be quick-eyed and throw them far away before Yan Shen made a move.

Looking at the spinach in the system mall, Su Duan silently listed an item on the plan.

......

Another month passed, and the filming of "Becoming a Demon" officially ended. Next would be a series of headache-inducing procedures such as editing, reshooting, post-production, submission for approval... before the movie could be officially released.

However, these still couldn't bother Su Duan and Yan Shen.

As an investor, Yan Shen only needed to provide money and occasionally some connections. Even if he had to pull strings, he didn't need to do it in person.

As for Su Duan, his role was too small. When adjusting the plot during editing, the parts related to him weren't changed, so he didn't need to go back to the crew for reshoots either.

The two continued to live their own little life at home as before.

Yan Shen bought Su Duan another set of anti-pervert tools and would check them from time to time. This time, Su Duan was so well-behaved that he didn't cause any damage.

President Yan was very satisfied. This kind of satisfied mood seemed to have a beneficial effect on his condition. In the one month of continuous drug discontinuation, there were still no signs of relapse. Yan Shen sometimes even felt that his illness might have been completely cured.

Until one day, on the way home from work, a name he had almost forgotten was mentioned again in a subordinate's phone call.

"Hm?"

The hand holding the phone paused slightly, and his pupils also reflexively contracted. With excellent hearing, Yan Shen fell silent for a few seconds and rarely asked his subordinate to repeat the report, "...Say it again."

The subordinate's cautious voice clearly transmitted from the other end of the phone, "President Yan, your guardian before the age of ten... Ms. He passed away this morning due to a car accident and failed to be rescued."