What To Do When The Boss Takes A Liking To You chapter 70

Calling me a bastard and crying

Thud!

In the darkness, just before Xu Le’s back hit the door, Lan Qing reached out and stopped him.

“You’re not drunk, are you?” Lan Qing’s alcohol tolerance was excellent, as Xu Le had witnessed.

The room was too dark. Lan Qing reached out to find the switch by the door, pressing Xu Le against it.

Xu Le hadn’t experienced this situation before, but he sensed that Lan Qing was somehow different from usual.

He cautiously reached out, embracing Lan Qing’s waist and patting his back.

“What’s wrong? Are you tired?”

Lan Qing didn’t speak but responded with a kiss.

At first, the kiss was gentle, but it gradually became more urgent, especially with Lan Qing’s hands wandering, making Xu Le feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Last time they didn’t go all the way because Xu Le felt he needed more time to adjust.

Fear was the most normal emotion.

“Lan Qing, I—”

He was cut off mid-sentence as he was lifted up, forced into the air, with no choice but to wrap his legs around Lan Qing’s waist to keep from falling.

Luckily, he had good balance, and Lan Qing’s grip was strong enough that they maintained their posture securely.

To keep his balance, Xu Le had to cling tightly to Lan Qing’s neck. In the absence of light, he couldn’t see Lan Qing’s face clearly, but he knew Lan Qing’s eyes must be fixed on him, filled with warmth.

Almost instinctively, he lowered his head, seeking Lan Qing’s lips and kissing him.

Because he couldn’t see, the kiss wasn’t perfectly aimed at first. He touched Lan Qing’s finely sculpted nose bridge before continuing down until finally reaching his lips.

His hesitant initiative wasn’t very skillful but was nonetheless enticing.

Snap! The light came on.

Xu Le’s face flushed red, his mind buzzing, momentarily stunned and unable to continue.

The overly bright light exposed his embarrassment, a charming reaction that pleased Lan Qing.

“Why stop?” Lan Qing’s expression remained cool, his slightly flushed face with a hint of intoxication, his eyes like deep pools reflecting the moonlight, veiled with a layer of haze.

Xu Le could only stare at him, his face growing even redder.

He couldn’t help but lower his head again and kiss Lan Qing once more. Since he didn’t know what to say and was going to kiss him anyway, actions would suffice.

But his simple thinking didn’t account for how Lan Qing wouldn’t let him off so easily.

This time, he wanted more.

…

“Wait, I haven’t showered yet!”

Despite being forced to lie down, Xu Le struggled. He was extremely nervous, his mind swirling with the information he had checked on his phone that day.

How two men should do it, what to do first, what next—it sounded easy to say, but in practice, who knew?

He not only lacked experience with girls but also with men.

Especially now, seeing Lan Qing loosen his tie, unbutton his shirt, gradually revealing his attractive and fit physique and that stunning face.

At that moment, Xu Le’s nervousness reached its peak.

Seeing Xu Le’s dark eyes filled with panic, Lan Qing touched his face and softly said, “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

With that, he stood up and carried him.

“Huh?” Xu Le widened his eyes. Wait, to the bathroom? Would that make things… easier?

…

The bathroom was indeed convenient, but the bathtub, though large, was barely enough for two people.

In the cramped space, Xu Le experienced something he had never experienced before in his life.

He only realized later how strong Lan Qing’s mixed-blood genes were, and how terrifying his physical strength was, almost inhuman in intensity.

He had always considered himself to have well-developed athletic abilities—his endurance and resilience, while not comparable to professional athletes, were above average among men.

But this endurance, when placed against Lan Qing, only ended up with him being “battered and bruised,” while Lan Qing’s superior flexibility compared to many men unlocked even more enjoyment.

As time went on and they became more familiar with each other, Xu Le lost count of how many times he had orgasmed. His mind became muddled, and he could only go along with whatever Lan Qing did to him.

“Stop, President Lan, I’m so tired…”

Tired and sleepy, Xu Le could barely keep his eyes open. His face was flushed, resembling a certain part of his body, making him look even better than usual.

Lan Qing kissed the corner of his mouth affectionately, his voice low and hoarse, “One more time.”

…

The next day when he woke up, the sun was already high.

Xu Le had perfectly missed the alarm for work. They had continued until almost midnight yesterday, and he didn’t even know when he had fallen asleep.

No, to be exact, he might have passed out.

Thinking back on everything from last night, he couldn’t help but shudder.

He almost thought he was going to die.

He tried to move and found that a certain part of him still ached, but otherwise he felt surprisingly refreshed, without any other discomfort.

His face flushed instantly, feeling as if he had been burned.

The spot beside him was empty, and he reached out to touch it, finding it cool, indicating that the other person had woken up early.

He was irritated to the point of itching. How could he sleep like a pig while Lan Qing still managed to maintain a normal schedule? Was this the kind of physical strength a human should have, or was it the result of strong Russian genes?

“Awake?”

Xu Le heard the voice and instinctively jumped. Just as he was about to retreat under the covers, a tempting fragrance wafted in.

Lan Qing came in with a tray.

Seeing Xu Le awake, he asked, “Are you hungry? I made lean pork and vegetable congee. You should eat lightly these next few days. I checked, and although you’re not injured, it’s still better to rest properly.”

Xu Le listened blankly, injured? Checked?

Seeing his bewildered and cute expression, Lan Qing put the tray on the bedside table and stroked his face, “After all, it was your first time. We need to be careful.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Le suddenly understood what he meant.

Lan Qing looked relaxed and at ease, noticeably better than usual. Even his normally pale face had a faint blush.

He sat down, pulled out a pillow, placed it behind Xu Le’s waist to help him sit comfortably, then picked up the bowl of thick and fragrant lean pork congee. The congee had cooled down a bit, just the right temperature, not too hot nor too cold.

Xu Le was already hungry. Smelling the food, his stomach immediately growled.

Lan Qing scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips.

“I can do it myself…” Xu Le felt a bit awkward. He hadn’t been fed by someone else since he was old enough to feed himself. Now Lan Qing was breaking that precedent.

Lan Qing simply said, “Alright,” and handed him the spoon.

After finishing the meal, Lan Qing naturally wiped Xu Le’s mouth, then handed him a cup of warm water from the tray, saying gently, “Drink some water.”

Xu Le responded with an “Oh” and silently drank the water. Actually, he didn’t dare to look at the other’s face now, because it was too easy to think of yesterday, those crazy memories…

After eating, he belatedly realized that he hadn’t even washed up, let alone put on any clothes, and had just eaten a meal naked.

Wait, it wasn’t just about not washing up or dressing. Most importantly, what time was it now?

He hurriedly started searching for his phone.

Seeing his panic, Lan Qing spoke up, “There’s no need to look. Your phone is outside in the living room.”

“What time is it now?” Xu Le asked anxiously.

Lan Qing glanced at the mechanical wristwatch on his hand and said, “Ten fifty-nine.”

Xu Le: “!”

He thought to himself that he was finished; he was going to be late for work.

He hurriedly tried to get up, but immediately felt soreness in his butt, even to his toes. Everything felt wrong.

Of course, who could go through being twisted around all night without any injuries? He was lucky not to have a torn ligament!

“You should rest for a day first. We’ll see how things are tomorrow before you go back to the office,” Lan Qing said.

When the CEO spoke, Xu Le simply lay back down, mixed with sorrow and indignation, “I worked overtime all night yesterday. Does this count as a work-related injury, President Lan?”

Lan Qing stroked his soft hair and smiled, “If you want it to count, sure. But yesterday, you finally showed some guts.”

At these words, Xu Le suddenly felt a bit shy, pulling the blanket over himself, leaving only his eyes exposed. “What did I do yesterday, or say?”

Lan Qing extended his left forearm. As Xu Le stared at the fair, slender arm, he noticed a deeply imprinted bite mark, even with a hint of broken skin. Despite feeling guilty, Xu Le found it somewhat amusing; it seemed his teeth were quite straight.

“And, last night, you even called me a bastard,” Lan Qing continued, his blue eyes fixed on Xu Le, making the latter’s scalp tingle, and continued calmly, “or rather, you cried and cursed.”

Xu Le: “?”