Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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“This way, sir.” Lu Rong extended his hand, politely inviting him to the bed.
Ji Wenfeng stared unblinkingly at Lu Rong’s face, then walked to the bedside, sitting down in a daze.
Lu Rong stood impeccably dressed before him, looked down at him, and said in a businesslike manner, “Sir, please open your legs.”
Ji Wenfeng felt like he was dreaming. He slightly parted his knees, watching as the young man knelt down on one knee before him.
His gaze lingered on the young man’s expressionless face, unable to resist following the smooth lines of his chin downwards.
The elegant, swan-like neckline, with a slight protrusion of a beautiful, delicate Adam’s apple, extended into the collar.
The top button was firmly fastened in the center of his collarbone.
He had never seen anyone wear an ordinary white shirt with such a cool and aloof air.
Lu Rong put down the shoebox, slowly unpacked the “Big Lightning” shoes, and calmly held them up to him. “Sir, this is the only pair of ‘Big Lightning’ shoes we have here. Please check them first.” He gestured with his fingers, showing him every aspect of the shoes.
Ji Wenfeng didn’t look at the shoes at all; his gaze was fixed intently on Lu Rong’s fingers.
Lu Rong’s fingers were excessively slender, fair, with a healthy, pale pink tinge at the fingertips. The way he deftly manipulated the shoes reminded him of how those hands were used for other tasks.
Lu Rong finished showing the shoes at a leisurely pace, then casually raised his eyes. “What do you think, sir?”
Ji Wenfeng’s eyes deepened. “…Is this how you sell shoes here?”
“Yes.” Lu Rong stood up calmly, took a pair of white gloves from his pocket, unfolded them, and elegantly put them on in front of him. “Sir, let me help you change your shoes.”
Even Ji Wenfeng, who was completely absorbed in the experience, couldn’t help but gasp in disbelief: “What?”
“Our shop always provides such excellent service.” Lu Rong had already grabbed his ankle, putting on a business-like smile. “Don’t be nervous, relax.”
Ji Wenfeng was dazed as his shoes were taken off and suddenly woke up with a start. He hadn’t showered yet: “…Wait a minute, I can do the rest myself.” As he spoke, he reached out towards the large lightning bolt shoes.
Lu Rong casually pushed the new shoes placed to the side behind him: “No, sir. There are shop rules. The large lightning bolt shoes are expensive, and you can only look at them, not touch them. If you want to try on shoes, only I can put them on for you. Don’t be shy, just relax and enjoy.”
As he spoke, his slender middle finger adjusted his glasses, his extremely serious gaze revealing a hint of ambiguous teasing.
Ji Wenfeng could no longer resist the temptation: Rong Rong kneeling on the ground to put his shoes on…
He had always doted on Lu Rong, and even though he sometimes made dirty talk, he had never done anything disrespectful to him.
He couldn’t bear to.
Only in his dreams would Ji Wenfeng fantasize about trampling on Lu Rong’s dignity.
But it was just a fantasy.
He never expected that there would be a day when Lu Rong would willingly submit to him…
“…Alright.” Ji Wenfeng sat back on the edge of the bed, waiting for Lu Rong to serve him.
Lu Rong’s gloved hand steadily lifted Ji Wenfeng’s foot.
Even through the glove, he could feel how slender his fingers were, how delicate they looked against his own feet.
Ji Wenfeng rested one hand on his knee, propped his chin up, turned his face away, and a blush rose on his cheeks.
Lu Rong gently placed his foot into the giant lightning bolt, squatted down in front of him, and looked up at him, asking, “Is the guest comfortable?”
Ji Wenfeng sat with his legs spread wide, “…Mmm.”
Lu Rong carefully tied his shoelaces, then did the same for the other foot.
After Ji Wenfeng put on his shoes, Lu Rong straightened up coolly and removed his gloves one finger at a time: “Guest, stand up and walk around.”
Ji Wenfeng looked at the person so close to him with fascination: “Do you… offer any other services here?”
Lu Rong stopped what he was doing, tilted his head, and raised an eyebrow: “Oh? What are you referring to, guest?”
Ji Wenfeng looked at him silently for a few seconds, clicked his tongue, then he reached out and hooked his tie, pulling him forward, and finally saw the angry expression on his face.
“Wearing your shirt so meticulously…aren’t you hot?” Ji Wenfeng squinted, unbuttoning the overly neatly buttoned shirt one button at a time.
Smooth collarbone, pale skin.
Completely exposed.
The black-haired youth glanced indifferently at the sunlight outside the window: “In broad daylight. Please show some respect, guest.”
“How’s business at the shop?” Ji Wenfeng leaned down and asked in his ear.
His breath hit Lu Rong’s face.
Lu Rong’s eyes narrowed, his eyelashes trembling slightly: “What do you mean, guest?”
“I have plenty of shoes, I don’t need another pair.” Ji Wenfeng took a small step back, their eyes meeting out of the corner of his eye, their breaths mingling, “If your service pleases me… I’ll take it, no problem.”
Lu Rong was expressionless.
A few seconds later, he sighed softly: “In that case, there’s no other way.” With that, he pushed hard.
The handsome young man fell backward onto the bed.
The mattress shook, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.
He watched as the expressionless, aloof young man knelt on the mattress, looming over him.
Fifteen minutes later.
Ji Wenfeng lay sprawled on the bed: “Isn’t there anything else?”
Lu Rong slowly buttoned his shirt: “No.”
Ji Wenfeng gritted his teeth: “What ‘premium service’? It’s exactly the same as the ‘Calabash Brothers Service Package’ from both sides of the strait.”
Lu Rong paused in his buttoning, his eyes narrowing: “What the customer is saying, I don’t understand? Or… does the customer think I am?”
His gaze was icy behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
Ji Wenfeng chuckled: “…Oh, you’re jealous.”
Lu Rong lowered his eyes: “Is the customer buying or not?”
Ji Wenfeng: “Buy, buy, buy. Pack it up for me, I’ll wear it every day from now on.”
Lu Rong stood up from his arms and meticulously bent down to pick up the shoes.
In the earlier struggle, he had helped Ji Wenfeng kick off his shoes.
Now, picking up the shoes, he examined them for a moment, his brow furrowing: “Why are there so many scratches and stains?” His eyes pierced Ji Wenfeng like knives.
Ji Wenfeng: “…?”
Ji Wenfeng: “It probably scraped against something when I kicked it off earlier.”
“Oh, really?” Lu Rong remained silent for a long time, then suddenly sneered, kneeling on one knee beside the bed and looping his tie around Ji Wenfeng’s neck. “So, what are we going to do now?”
His eyes narrowed, revealing his refined yet wicked nature.
Ji Wenfeng’s IQ plummeted. He braced himself on the bedsheet with one hand and clutched his tie with the other, struggling to look up at him: “I’ll buy you a new pair to make up for it…”
Lu Rong withdrew his hand, bringing the two even closer.
Their lips were only inches apart.
“No…” The boy’s thin, glistening lips parted slightly, whispering seductively, “…it’s to compensate you for yourself.”
Ji Wenfeng was thrown into a frenzy: “Okay. This time, I want…”
Lu Rong extended his index finger, sealing his lips, and gently shook his head: “No.”
Ji Wenfeng could only look but not touch, and angrily bit the fingertip: “Why? I promised to buy you two pairs at once, that’s enough to support your business.”
Lu Rong couldn’t help but smile slyly: “Want to know why?”
Ji Wenfeng’s breath was stolen, and he quietly indulged in the boy’s delicate features.
Lu Rong gently touched his handsome face, leaned close to his ear, and said regretfully, “The guest… has smelly feet.”
Ji Wenfeng: “!”
Lu Rong gracefully got up and left, closing the door behind him, easily defusing the crisis.
After dealing with Ji Wenfeng, Lu Rong had just entered the room when he received a call from Liang Wendao.
Liang Wendao: “Boss, when are you returning the Big Lightning shoe to me?”
Lu Rong: “Soon.”
Ji Wenfeng had just promised to buy him a new pair as compensation. Once Ji Wenfeng’s new shoes arrived, he would give Liang Wendao the worn pair.
Lu Rong once again arranged everything clearly, from family matters to group affairs to world affairs, a powerful smile on his face.
Wang Xiufang, as usual, went into the young masters’ rooms at six o’clock in the afternoon to collect their laundry.
Usually at this time, the eldest young master would be taking a bath. Wang Xiufang knocked on the door as usual and then pushed it open.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into the eldest young master holding a shoe and smelling it!
Wang Xiufang: “Holy crap.”
Ji Wenfeng held out his Erkang hand: “It’s not what you think!”
Wang Xiufang: “…” I never thought you were like this, young master.
Wang Xiufang, eyes downcast and seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, went into the bathroom to get a change of clothes. When she came out, Ji Wenfeng blocked the doorway, his eyes darting around. “Aunt Wang.”
Wang Xiufang: “…Uh-huh.”
Ji Wenfeng: “Are my feet smelly?”
Wang Xiufang, feigning modesty, clutched her laundry basket tightly. “…Don’t let my seemingly unserious appearance fool you, I really didn’t secretly smell your stinky socks.”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Ji Wenfeng handed her a shoe: “You judge, does this count as smelly feet?”
Wang Xiufang: “…”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Wang Xiufang: “…”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Wang Xiufang: “Get lost, you pervert.”
Clutching the laundry basket, Wang Xiufang stormed off, swearing and cursing. After a few steps, she turned back angrily: “It really stinks! The smell wafts over from a meter away!”
The sneakers in Ji Wenfeng’s hand fell to the ground.
He knelt down with a thud, adopting a desperate “orz” pose: “How could this happen… They’ve never been this smelly before, damn it…”
The next morning, on his way to school, Lu Rong bumped into Ji Wenfeng in the hallway. Ji Wenfeng glared at him fiercely, then stormed off in a huff, ignoring him completely. Later, on the bus, he remained silent, arms crossed.
Lu Rong glanced at him, but he deliberately turned his face away.
What was wrong?
“Hey,” Lu Rong called out.
Ji Wenfeng snorted, still looking out the window.
Lu Rong: “…”
What had he done to offend him?
Was it because he hadn’t received the upgrade package yesterday?
To be honest, being each other’s Calabash brothers during puberty was fine, but anything else… it was too early.
He was known for his self-control among his peers; otherwise, he wouldn’t only have sex once a week, showing a real lack of interest in such things.
If Ji Wenfeng was angry about this, there was nothing he could do.
He didn’t want his first experience to happen before he understood anything; that would be irresponsible to everyone.
Lu Rong was a principled and opinionated person; once he made up his mind, no one would easily change it. Let Ji Wenfeng throw a tantrum if he wanted; he wouldn’t indulge him. No meant no.
The two walked in silence to school and parted ways.
Old Song, seeing the two who were usually all over each other in the back seat suddenly having a cold war, couldn’t help but click his tongue.
The young couple had a fight.
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