HEIFEIGU -Chapter 119

Qian Shuyun lifted the hem of Xie Jixing’s hoodie.

He was still soft, still breathing heavily.

“Xingxing, lift your hands,” Qian Shuyun said, his breath uneven, taking several deep breaths before speaking. His voice still carried a slight huskiness.

He was about to help Xie Jixing change clothes.

Although this time it was genuinely to change for the livestream, just now…

Xie Jixing lazily raised his hands, still panting lightly, his thoughts drifting to strange places.

After the hoodie was removed, Qian Shuyun’s hand returned to his waist. Xie Jixing immediately tensed. “Do I need to take this off too?”

Qian Shuyun smoothed his previously tousled inner shirt and lightly kissed Xie Jixing’s forehead. “Not today. We’ll do it another time.”

Then he handed him a black shirt to wear.

The shirts here were cut perfectly for clients. Paired with Xie Jixing’s black jeans, it didn’t look off at all; it actually gave a more mature, handsome vibe than the hoodie.

“Even just the shirt looks this good,” Qian Shuyun stepped back to admire, unable to stop praising. “I’m even more excited to see Teacher Xie in a suit.”

Of course, what he looked forward to most was being the one to take off the suit himself.

A husky glint of desire flashed in Qian Shuyun’s eyes but was quickly suppressed.

After confirming they looked perfect, he opened the door.

【Heartless! You even came out!】

【Tell us, what were you doing in there?!】

【Just now, did I hear Xingxing gasp? It sounded so intense, hehe.】

【E-zi! Lift your head and face Mama so she can see if this wild man took advantage of you!】

Xie Jixing really hesitated to lift his head. Before coming out, he had checked himself in the mirror—his lips were noticeably a little swollen.

Even worse, he didn’t dare puff out his chest. The fabric of his shirt was slightly stiff; whenever it brushed against him, it felt strange.

All Qian Shuyun’s fault!

Touching around like that—what’s even worth touching?!

“Come on, Teacher Xie,” Qian Shuyun said after going downstairs, bringing a soft measuring tape. “Let’s start with your shoulders.”

“You’re measuring?” Xie Jixing was a bit surprised. “I thought it’d be Uncle.”

“Don’t worry. I learned this specifically for a role where I played a tailor,” Qian Shuyun said. He unrolled the tape and used his fingertips to set the starting point on Xie Jixing’s left shoulder.

Even though he could have just pulled the tape straight, he unnecessarily pressed it with his other hand, sliding it across Xie Jixing’s shoulder.

It was as if he wanted to trace every line of his body by hand.

This gesture easily reminded Xie Jixing of what Qian Shuyun had done in the dressing room earlier—taking his measurements.

His body seemed to remember, tingling slightly.

Qian Shuyun noticed instantly. He chuckled softly. “Teacher Xie, don’t be nervous. Wearing a suit is all about comfort. You must never let the clothes restrict the person, so…”

“Just relax. Leave the rest to me.”

【Girls, am I… going yellow here?】

【This line… yeah, it’s not one to overanalyze.】

【I’m afraid he’s going to ruin the livestream.】

Xie Jixing rolled his eyes internally but actually relaxed a bit.

Earlier, he hadn’t looked closely, but now, using the dressing mirror, he took a good look at Qian Shuyun behind him.

The suit jacket was off, leaving only a white shirt and vest.

The vest was tightly fitted at the waist, making Qian Shuyun’s shoulders broad and his waist narrow, giving him an upright posture.

The white shirt’s sleeves had black leather bands around the upper arms, seemingly elastic.

Xie Jixing didn’t know what they were for, but as Qian Shuyun moved, his arm muscles flexed and relaxed, and the thin black bands tightened and loosened accordingly, giving a strangely titillating impression.

If he weren’t wearing a shirt but still had the bands…

Xie Jixing startled at his own thoughts.

What nonsense was he thinking?!

It was all Qian Shuyun’s fault for corrupting him!

Xie Jixing cleared his throat and touched his nose, trying to appear innocent.

Qian Shuyun clearly noticed his gaze, sliding the pencil he used to record data onto the cuff of Xie Jixing’s shirt.

The gesture was too pointed.

Xie Jixing’s ears flushed red, and he glanced around. Qian Shuyun was doing it on purpose.

This time, his fingertips slid down along the spine to the lower back.

Qian Shuyun leaned slightly, whispering into Xie Jixing’s ear, “Xingxing, there’s a small hollow here in your waist. I measured it earlier.”

Remembering the feeling of those warm hands pressing and rubbing his lower back, Xie Jixing’s ears burned even more.

He squinted in mild irritation, staring at the tiny, almost-healed cut at the corner of Qian Shuyun’s lips in the mirror.

It was the mark he’d bitten when Qian Shuyun touched a sensitive spot earlier.

Looking at it now, he thought he shouldn’t have hesitated—he should have bitten harder.

As Xie Jixing thought this, Qian Shuyun in the mirror lightly flicked his tongue across the cut.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and Xie Jixing couldn’t help but use the back of his hand to cool his own face.

The rookie was terrifying—just a few kisses had somehow flipped some strange switch.

Both of them were affected!

“Teacher Xie, lift your arm.”

After teasing enough, Qian Shuyun returned to being professional.

Xie Jixing raised his arm, and the tape slid lightly across his back.

This spot!

He felt Qian Shuyun was doing it deliberately.

Xie Jixing took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensation against his chest.

“Very good, Teacher Xie,” Qian Shuyun praised from behind, checking the numbers on the tape.

“To measure the chest, we need two sets of data.”

Qian Shuyun moved in front of Xie Jixing, glanced at his slightly flushed cheeks, and asked with a soft laugh, “How’s it going, Teacher Xie? Can you keep going?”

“Is it the air conditioning? Your face looks a little red.”

“Shall we take a break before continuing?”

“No,” Xie Jixing answered through gritted teeth.

He felt his mind was a little messed up. Why did every sentence Qian Shuyun said seem to carry a hidden meaning?

Better to finish quickly and wash his brain.

“All right,” Qian Shuyun replied slowly and returned behind him.

His arms circled Xie Jixing’s waist from behind, handing him the tape with the other hand.

Again this scene.

Xie Jixing faced the mirror, while Qian Shuyun wrapped around him from behind.

“When measuring the waist, try not to take too deep a breath,” Qian Shuyun kindly reminded, then withdrew his arms and complimented sincerely, “Teacher Xie, your waist is very slim…”

The first half of that was for the camera.

“The whole arm can wrap around it.” The second half was for Xie Jixing alone.

After finishing the upper body measurements, Qian Shuyun knelt on one knee in front of him. “Next, we need to measure leg length, hip, and thigh circumference.”

“Teacher Xie, could you spread your legs a bit?”

The kneeling position was intense; his warm breath hit Xie Jixing’s lower abdomen.

Adjusting his slightly weak legs to stand apart, Xie Jixing’s eyes tinged red unconsciously.

Qian Shuyun leaned forward, wrapping the tape around his hips.

Xie Jixing had a small frame; even in clothes, he looked slender among men.

But touching him, the muscles beneath the thin layer were firm, not soft.

Only his buttocks were an exception—all the soft flesh seemed concentrated there.

Firm, full in shape, and incredibly pleasant to the touch.

Qian Shuyun had already experienced this firsthand.

Suppressing the deep desire in his eyes, when he placed his hand again, Xie Jixing’s muscles tensed from the heat.

Feeling the change beneath his palm, Qian Shuyun’s Adam’s apple rolled quickly, and his ears flushed.

He swiftly withdrew his hand and brought the tape to Xie Jixing’s front, afraid of lingering any longer.

After Qian Shuyun stopped speaking, the room fell into a silent, yet charged, atmosphere.

The sliding of the tape, the scratching of the pencil on paper, and their slightly heavy breaths blended together.

Even through the screen, the audience could feel the strange, heated tension.

【Why aren’t they talking?】

【I don’t know… but I feel so hot.】

【Same, my face is red too.】

【I suspect there’s… something in the air of that room. It’s floating through the screen into my mouth.】

【I think those two…】

【Don’t speculate, I’m certain they…】

【You won’t say? Fine, I’ll say it—I’m sure they’re… mentally doing it!】

【I’m sure. I saw it, their mental threads are already intertwined!】

【So we’re in the way. If we weren’t here, they’d already be rolling in the sheets!】

【Damn! Can we pretend we’re not here?!】

The remaining measurements were done quickly.

Qian Shuyun had been kneeling for quite a while; his legs were numb.

He reached out. “Legs are numb, Teacher Xie, help me up.”

Again with the “numb legs” gag. Xie Jixing helplessly extended his hand. Qian Shuyun used the momentum to lean against him.

Close to his ear, he whispered slowly, “Xingxing, what were you thinking just now?”

“Hm?”

“If you tell me…”

“Those… reckless thoughts…”

“I can help you make them come true.”

Those reckless thoughts?

Scenes he shouldn’t dwell on flashed through Xie Jixing’s mind in an instant.

Each one was dangerously stimulating.

A heat flowed from his chest down to unspeakable places.

Xie Jixing stepped back sharply, almost making Qian Shuyun fall.

He didn’t care if Qian Shuyun stood steadily, turning toward the lounge. “I’m thirsty. I need something cold to drink.”

His footsteps quickened, as if something was chasing him.

Qian Shuyun chuckled softly, following him. “Okay, I’ll get you some cola.”

After grabbing the cold cola, Xie Jixing first chilled his cheeks, then tore open the tab and drank almost half a bottle, even letting out a small burp.

The heat finally subsided.

Qian Shuyun poured himself some ice water. Seeing Xie Jixing drink so quickly, he reminded him, “Drink slowly, careful not to choke.”

Xie Jixing shot him a secretive glare.

I’m drinking this fast because of who?!

Boss Qian had a problem—every time they were together, he got everyone’s hearts all messy!