What To Do When The Boss Takes A Liking To You chapter 57
The First Time Being Princess-Carried
Xu Le hesitated for a few seconds before closing the door.
He watched Lan Qing stroll around the small living room, casually observing the surroundings. Lan Qing then took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the sofa.
Seeming to feel a bit warm, Lan Qing reached up to loosen his tie. As he turned his head, he noticed Xu Le standing at the door like a pillar, looking even more awkward with his naturally less intelligent expression.
Lan Qing placed the loosened tie on top of the suit jacket, gave Xu Le a meaningful glance, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
The indoor room fell silent for a moment, one person tense, the other relaxed.
Xu Le observed, feeling that something was off.
As soon as Lan Qing arrived, he started taking off his coat, then loosened his tie, and just now gave him that kind of look, and now he’s unbuttoning his shirt. What was he up to?
There was a strange atmosphere in the air, especially because of the excessive silence around them, only the faint sound of rustling could be heard, making Xu Le feel increasingly uneasy.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he spoke first, “President Lan, why did you suddenly come over?”
Lan Qing’s movements paused momentarily. He had only unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a hint of his collarbone. He looked at Xu Le with interest, his deep blue eyes shining. “From what you’re saying, it seems like you weren’t expecting me to come?”
Xu Le didn’t dare to respond. He could only nervously touch the slightly sweaty back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly, “How could that be? It’s just that your arrival was so sudden, I was a bit… pleasantly surprised.”
Lan Qing didn’t expose Xu Le’s lie. “Since I have some free time these days. And you, did you have a good time today?”
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Xu Le’s beach shorts, revealing his slender and straight legs.
Xu Le’s skin wasn’t particularly fair, but it was smooth and almost flawless, making his legs look beautiful and strong, easily reminiscent of some lively and agile small wild animal.
“It was quite enjoyable. Although it was exhausting, I felt relaxed in my heart.”
After Xu Le finished speaking, seeing Lan Qing focusing on his phone, he guessed that the other party was busy with work. Not knowing what else to do, he cautiously asked, “President Lan, should I go take a shower first?”
Lan Qing looked up and glanced at him, “Hmm, go ahead.”
He continued to look at the screen, with a slightly lowered head angle, highlighting his long eyelashes and straight nose bridge. His mixed-race advantages were on full display, resembling a meticulously depicted masterpiece.
Since the bathroom was inside the bedroom, Xu Le quietly turned into the bedroom.
He took an unusually slow bath because he didn’t know what to do outside.
Sitting and playing with his phone seemed inappropriate, and chatting with President Lan was even less possible. Now he couldn’t sleep either…
Finally, with his skin reddened from washing, he felt he had to go out. After drying himself, when his hand reached for the shelf above, he realized he had forgotten to take his clothes.
The shelf wasn’t empty; there were two hotel-prepared bathrobes, very considerate in catering to both male and female guests, with different sizes and styles for each.
Xu Le: “?”
Well, now the problem arose. Should he directly take the men’s bathrobe and leave the women’s for President Lan, or should he wear the women’s bathrobe?
After a fierce mental struggle, Xu Le tremblingly reached for the women’s bathrobe.
Forget it. What if he could fit into the women’s size too? It wouldn’t be right to make President Lan, who was nearly six-foot-three, wear a women’s bathrobe!
Making up his mind, Xu Le pulled out the women’s bathrobe and sadly discovered that it had alluring lace decorations on the front.
Xu Le: “?”
Damn, isn’t this too feminine?
If he went out like this, President Lan might think he had some special fetish, or worse, he might think he was trying to seduce him…
But he didn’t even have underwear with him. He could only tie the bath robe around his waist, securely knotting it. Before opening the bathroom door, he even tugged at the knot a few times to make sure the robe wouldn’t fall off, then walked out in relief.
However, after leaving the bedroom, he remembered that his clothes were in his backpack, and his backpack was outside the living room.
Thinking that Lan Qing was still in the living room, he felt uneasy.
Just as he reached the bedroom door, Xu Le heard movement from the balcony. It seemed that Lan Qing was talking to someone, and the language didn’t sound like Mandarin. He couldn’t help but concentrate to discern that Lan Qing was speaking Russian.
This was the second time he heard the other party speak Russian. His voice was much deeper than when speaking Mandarin.
Anyway, as long as he wasn’t in the living room, Xu Le glanced through the crack in the door and saw his backpack on the shoe cabinet by the entrance, a distance away.
He looked at Lan Qing, who was standing on the balcony with his back to the living room, still on the phone, and felt relieved to walk out of the bedroom.
Although he covered the critical parts, Xu Le still felt awkward in front of President Lan, especially considering what Lan Qing might think of him. He thought it would be better to dress neatly.
He tried to minimize his presence, but unfortunately, his wet slippers inevitably squeaked on the floor. Xu Le had to tiptoe towards the direction of the shoe cabinet.
Finally grabbing his backpack, he breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Lan Qing still with his back to him on the balcony made him feel even better.
He planned to settle things quickly and return to the bathroom to put on his clothes.
As he approached the bedroom door, the closest point to the balcony, his heart was tense, afraid that Lan Qing might suddenly turn around.
Oddly enough, he didn’t feel this way in front of Li Dongming. He could even freely run around the dormitory in just his boxers.
Who would have thought, the more you fear something, the more likely it happens.
As if sensing something, Lan Qing suddenly turned his head, and through the glass door of the balcony, his eyes met Xu Le’s.
The sudden eye contact with those deep blue eyes startled Xu Le so much that he shivered, and his wet slippers slipped on the floor.
“Bang!” He fell solidly on his butt.
For a moment, he felt pain on his left side, first a dull ache, then a throbbing pain that seemed to spread to his tailbone, which also began to hurt intensely.
He was so embarrassed!
Sweating profusely from the pain, Xu Le found the floor was solid as porcelain, and he had hit it hard.
“Uh…” He tried to stand up, but found the pain too severe, making his body feel a bit weak.
With a “whoosh,” Lan Qing decisively hung up the phone, pushed open the balcony door, and squatted down to check his injury.
Xu Le grimaced in pain, aware of how embarrassing he must look. He stammered as he struggled, “President Lan, I’m, uh, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me…”
Lan Qing turned him over to examine his body, but Xu Le stubbornly resisted, refusing to let him touch.
Xu Le’s face was burning red, “President Lan, I really am fine! Really! Ah…” He felt a sharp pain as the tender area was lightly pressed, intensifying the ache.
Lan Qing withdrew his hand, his handsome face frosty as if it had frosted over. “Is this what you call ‘fine’?”
Xu Le clenched the robe around his waist tightly, momentarily at a loss for words.
“If you don’t want a lecture, then don’t move around.”
Lecture?
Before Xu Le could contemplate the meaning of this, he felt Lan Qing approaching closer. Instinctively, he tried to evade, but Lan Qing was stronger, and his feeble resistance seemed almost playful.
Soon, Xu Le found himself feeling weightless, as if floating.
He widened his eyes in disbelief. How could Lan Qing effortlessly lift him, a normal guy standing over six feet tall and weighing over two hundred pounds?
Was this what they called a princess carry?!
“Um, President Lan, put me down, I really am okay—I…” Xu Le couldn’t help but cry out in pain as Lan Qing lightly pressed on the injured spot again.
Xu Le’s face turned pale and then red, white from the pain and red from embarrassment, a spectacular sight.
Lan Qing effortlessly carried him, first placing him on the bedroom bed and then firmly holding his shoulders, turning him around to inspect the injury. He reached to lift Xu Le’s robe to examine the wound.
However, Xu Le desperately clutched the robe around his waist, “President Lan, I really am fine. I can just ask the front desk for some medicine for bruises, really!”
He had nothing under the robe, and it was incredibly awkward in front of the CEO!
With cold, slender fingers, Lan Qing grabbed the back of Xu Le’s neck. His voice was cold as he whispered into Xu Le’s ear, “I said, don’t move.”
Whether it was from the cold or the “threat,” Xu Le was genuinely scared stiff.
He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth, “Alright… But, President Lan, please be gentle. It really hurt just now.”
Xu Le truly feared Lan Qing’s strength, sounding pitiful and submissive, like a dejected puppy caught by the scruff of its neck.
He decided to let go; they were both men, and there was no flesh to lose.
Xu Le relaxed his body, lying limp like a salted fish. Then, he felt Lan Qing’s grip on the back of his neck loosen, and soon after, the robe around his waist was slowly lifted.
The air conditioning was comfortable, but Xu Le couldn’t help shivering.
After burying his head in the pillow, he didn’t make a sound.
Unnoticed by Xu Le, Lan Qing’s deep blue eyes behind him were gloomy.
He hadn’t expected that under the robe was a clear view. No wonder Xu Le had stubbornly clung to it earlier!
Due to lack of exposure to sunlight, this area was whiter than others, with a faint sheen of delicate gloss.
As for the bruise, it was on the left side, quite alarming as it extended to the tailbone, still faintly purple.
That fall earlier was really not light.
With no movement for a long time, Xu Le’s muffled voice from under the blanket, “President Lan, have you finished checking?”
The injury did hurt, but with Lan Qing’s scrutinizing gaze, Xu Le felt even more embarrassed, wanting to find a hole to hide in.
This situation was just too strange.
Unable to resist, he moved slightly, trying to lower the robe a bit more discreetly, feeling it was raised a bit too high…
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Lan Qing’s hand held him down, on the other side where he wasn’t injured.
He heard the man above him speak in a deep voice.
“Don’t move. Let me examine your injury properly.”