YABE - 14

The man had just finished showering, his hair still dripping wet, and he hadn’t had time to put on clothes. His bare torso was only covered by a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

The little girl stood at the doorway of his room, leaning crookedly against the doorframe. Her face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

Seeing him standing there without reacting, Wen Siyu puffed out her cheeks, then pursed her lips, looking pitiful. She stretched out her small arms, ran over with quick steps, and hugged his toned waist tightly, burying her head into his chest.

“Ah Xu…”

Jiang Xu froze.

Drunk, the girl was very different from her usual self. Her voice was soft and cooing as she murmured his name affectionately. Her warm little head nuzzled restlessly against him, burrowing deeper into his embrace.

Her cheeks were burning hot, pressing directly against his bare chest without any fabric in between. Jiang Xu felt the patch of skin in contact with her grow hotter and hotter, the heat spreading downward uncontrollably.

Teacher Jiang wasn’t wearing clothes.

Teacher Jiang realized this could lead to big trouble.

Teacher Jiang instinctively thought he should push her away.

But—

She smelled sweet, soft, and tiny as she nestled into his chest, her slender arms wrapping around him, calling his name.

He couldn’t bear to let go.

He couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

Glancing down at her bare little feet on the carpet, Jiang Xu sighed. He placed the can of cola on the shoe cabinet nearby, then scooped her up with one arm and closed the door behind him.

The little girl obediently curled into his embrace, her long, pale legs wrapping around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder, giggling faintly while continuing to call his name.

Her warm breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, brushed against his earlobe. Her soft, heated voice seeped through his eardrums and into his mind.

“Ah Xu…” she murmured sweetly.

Jiang Xu grunted low in acknowledgment, his throat rough. Something about him was already off.

The girl, pleased with his response, seemed delighted. Her rosy little tongue darted out, licking his earlobe gently.

Jiang Xu shuddered, nearly dropping her in surprise.

But she wasn’t done playing yet. Sensing his stiffness, Wen Siyu giggled mischievously and took the soft lobe of his ear into her mouth, licking it slowly and tenderly.

A tingling sensation spread across his scalp. Hastily, the man quickened his pace and walked into the room. He placed her on the sofa, intending to rise, but she refused to let go, her arms still looped tightly around his neck.

Jiang Xu was trapped, unable to get up. He leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand on the back of the sofa to maintain balance.

Only the distant entryway light was on, casting a dim, yellowish glow. The two were extremely close, almost nose-to-nose.

Jiang Xu lowered his gaze, watching her fan-like lashes tremble. Her bright, dark eyes were now clouded with a hazy mist.

“Ah Xu…” Her warm breath carried the scent of alcohol, swirling between them.

“Mm,” Jiang Xu responded hoarsely, his voice slightly raspy.

“I want to marry a fruit vendor…” The little girl wrinkled her nose.

Jiang Xu: “….”

“But…” She looked at him with pitiful eyes. “The fruit vendor doesn’t want me…”

“He disappeared in a ‘whoosh’…”

“The strawberry garden is gone too…”

“He ran away… He doesn’t want me anymore…” Her eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill over.

“Brother Chuhan, wuuu…”

Jiang Xu: “….”

The little girl sank into the sofa, her cheeks flushed. Her drunken, tear-filled eyes stared at him, her rosy lips pouting cutely as she called him Brother Chuhan.

His heart was a mix of emotions, indescribable and complicated.

Here she was, drunk, clinging to him and crying out another man’s name.

And that man… was someone he had played.

With a soft sigh, the man pulled her into his arms, sitting down on the sofa.

One hand gently patted her back, while the other stroked her soft hair, his voice deliberately softened to soothe her.

“Little Ah Yu, be good,” the man said in a deep tone, intentionally keeping the ending soft and gentle. It carried an unexpected trace of tenderness.

The girl, comforted in his embrace, relaxed limply against him, slowly closing her eyes. Teardrops still clung to her delicate lashes.

Her black dress had ridden up, exposing her smooth, white inner thighs and a hint of lace-trimmed cotton underwear.

Jiang Xu’s throat tightened. He closed his eyes deeply.

Carefully, he reached out and tugged her dress back down, covering the expanse of blindingly white skin.

The man exhaled heavily, patting her rhythmically until her breathing became steady. Only then did he dare to move.

Cradling her knees with one hand and supporting her shoulders with the other, he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.

Placing her on the bed, Jiang Xu quickly retrieved his pajamas and pants from the foot of the bed. After ensuring she was sleeping soundly, he entered the bathroom.

Once inside, he dressed himself fully, feeling more composed. He approached the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face.

After washing, he finally felt somewhat calmer. Jiang Xu soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and carried it back into the room.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Wen Siyu sitting on the bed, wriggling around.

She was trying to take off her clothes.

Jiang Xu: ???

Perhaps uncomfortable with how tight her white T-shirt was, the girl struggled to pull it off from the top. The shirt was already halfway up, revealing her smooth, pale abdomen.

Her head was still trapped inside the shirt, her arms raised upward, the fabric stuck there, refusing to come off.

Her slender waist twisted and writhed in the air as she tried desperately to shake it loose.

Unable to watch any longer, Jiang Xu approached. Placing the towel on the bedside table, he slowly pulled the shirt up inch by inch, all while mentally preparing himself.

He was an actor.

This was a special situation.

She was drunk.

She was young.

He’d seen a woman’s naked body before—it wasn’t anything unusual. It was just—

A slim waist, flat stomach, a very girlish white lace bra, a softly rising pale chest, elegantly curved collarbones, a delicate pointed chin, flushed cheeks, and her dewy, watery eyes gazing at him hazily.

“…”

Jiang Xu turned his face away, certain parts of his anatomy becoming increasingly unruly.

With another deep sigh, the man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his freshly worn shirt, slipped it off, and pulled it over her head without looking.

Reaching into the sleeves, he grabbed her arms and pulled them through, buttoning the collar securely. Looking at her puffed-up cheeks as she obediently let him handle her, he suddenly felt like he was raising a daughter.

Pulling on a random cotton shirt from the wardrobe, Jiang Xu picked up the now-cooled towel from the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully wiped her face, supporting the back of her head with one hand.

The person whose face was covered by the damp towel made a muffled sound: “Cold…”

Jiang Xu snorted, pulling her arms out and wiping her hands: “Good, you need to sober up.”

The little girl pouted, her voice soft and wheedling: “Ah Xu is so mean~”

That voice was unbearably sweet, hitting the virgin old man hard. His movements paused.

Raising his head, his deep brown eyes churned with shadows. In a hoarse voice, he asked: “Do you want to try something even meaner?”

The little girl shrank back: “No…”

Dare you.

Hmph.

Jiang Xu lowered his gaze again, grabbing her ankles and pulling her little feet toward him to wipe them clean.

She had run barefoot all the way upstairs, and even though the hotel corridors were carpeted, her soles were dirty. The cool towel brushing against her sensitive soles made her giggle uncontrollably, her toes curling together as her legs kicked and squirmed upward.

It was infuriating.

Suppressing his irritation, Jiang Xu finished wiping her feet, tossed the towel aside carelessly, and quickly tucked her pale legs back under the covers, tucking them in tightly.

Wen Siyu wore his pajamas, covered by his blanket, lying on his bed, resting on his pillow, and grinned at him foolishly.

But she wouldn’t sleep.

She kept teasing him.

It was really annoying.

After some consideration, Jiang Xu decided to change tactics.

Expressionless, he stared at her and said flatly: “If you don’t sleep, I’ll throw you out.”

His voice was cold, even a little harsh.

The little girl shrank back, hiding her hands under the blanket.

Jiang Xu felt reassured—the new tactic seemed effective.

Three seconds later, Wen Siyu popped back up, crawled over to him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered conspiratorially: “Coach, I want to learn how to plant strawberries.”

Jiang Xu: “….”

Though he knew the girl’s intentions were probably innocent, to a mature, normal man with basic common sense, this sentence was highly prone to misinterpretation.

Being a man was hard.

Teacher Jiang felt a headache coming on.

He softened his tone again, coaxing her gently. Eventually, he simply pulled her back into his arms, patting her back rhythmically until she finally fell asleep.

Listening to her steady breathing, Jiang Xu felt more exhausted than after a full day of filming—both physically and mentally drained.

His little brother was tired too.

The little girl, soft and tiny, curled up in his arms. As she slept, she suddenly wrinkled her nose unconsciously and burrowed closer.

Her delicate fingers lightly grasped the fabric of his shirt, her long, curly lashes fluttering like brushes. Her rosy lips, which looked tempting to bite, curved slightly upward as if smiling.

Jiang Xu suddenly remembered her lying flat on the sofa earlier, pulling on his neck to stop him from leaving, her tear-filled eyes staring at him.

“I want to marry a fruit vendor…”

“The fruit vendor doesn’t want me…”

Could it be that her ex-boyfriend was a fruit vendor?

Jiang Xu fell into deep thought.