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“Can you help me with this?” Yuan Hong asked calmly, watching Zhao ShaoShang and waiting for his reaction.
“Ask me properly.” Zhao ShaoShang replied with a satisfied expression on his face.
Yuan Hong swallowed the words that wanted to leave his mouth. He turned around, walked past Zhao ShaoShang, and closed the door to his office. It didn’t matter that there was no one else there and that no one should disturb them at such a late hour; he still preferred to make sure that no one would become a witness to him begging Zhao ShaoShang for help.
“Please. Help me.” He said obediently, standing with his back against the office door, his gaze fixed on Zhao ShaoShang.
“Beg me.” The Zhao ShaoShang eyes shone with a light Yuan Hong couldn’t quite understand.
Zhao ShaoShang really liked it when Yuan Hong begged him. He thought it was incredibly beautiful and alluring when this man—strong and built like an unbreakable wall—suddenly became gentle, sincerely pleaded with him, and his voice eventually started to falter, depending on how much and how long Zhao ShaoShang teased him and forced him to beg.
“You can do better than that.” He encouraged him, narrowing his eyes slightly with a smile.
“Please. Young Master Zhao…” Yuan Hong said, taking one step toward him. “Please, grant me your favor. Please help me.” He begged.
A slight shiver ran down Zhao ShaoShang’s spine as he imagined another situation in which Yuan Hong might beg him like this. In that case, he would definitely be pleading with much more desperation.
Zhao ShaoShang didn’t say a word, but his gaze lowered.
Yuan Hong seemed to understand what Zhao ShaoShang expected from him. He stepped closer, stopping only half a step away from him. Slowly, in one smooth motion, he lowered himself onto his knees, his hands reaching for the edge of Zhao ShaoShang’s changshan.
“Please…” he whispered.
Zhao ShaoShang couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped his slightly parted lips in shock.
“Okay, of course, yes, sure.” He agreed quickly, fanning himself with his fan. His face quickly turned bright red.
Yuan Hong smiled in satisfaction, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even seem interested in getting up from the floor, almost as if the place at Zhao ShaoShang’s feet suited him perfectly.
“Ahhh! You’re too adorable when you look at me like that!” Zhao ShaoShang exclaimed.
Finally abandoning his fan, he reached down and cupped Yuan Hong’s cheeks with both hands. He leaned closer until their lips met in a kiss filled with desire and longing.
“You are never allowed to ask anyone else for anything ever again. Whatever you want, whatever you need—I’ll give you everything.” Zhao ShaoShang assured him between kisses.
Yuan Hong smiled contentedly, wrapping his arms around his young, captivating lover.