Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

Shang Song's eyes lit up when he saw the tie in the sandalwood box.

He took the tie out of the box, put the box aside, and then mysteriously turned his back to Xie Jing.

He lowered his head, bit one end of the tie with his teeth, and began to wrap the tie around his wrist, round and round.

He didn't wrap it too tightly, nor was he too loose.

Finally, he awkwardly grabbed one end of his tie with one hand, grimacing as he did so.

He successfully tied himself up.

Xie Jing was much taller than him, so all he could see was him with his head down and his shoulders shaking incessantly.

Just as his brows furrowed more and more, he saw Shang Song turn around and also saw the hands bound by a black tie.

The lights in the walk-in closet were very bright.

It made Shang Song's eyes look like they were filled with ten thousand stars.

"Look, I've tied myself up."

"That way, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to suddenly hug you anymore."

"So, now."

He took two steps closer to Xie Jing and stopped a step away from him.

"Xie Jing, hug me."

Xie Jing stood there, his blood boiling.

A buzzing sound filled my ears; I couldn't tell if it was from the rush of blood or a malfunctioning heart.

He couldn't tell the difference.

He stared intently at Shang Song, his usually composed face twitching slightly.

His hand, hanging by his side, unconsciously twitched, then slowly relaxed and gently rose.

His hands slowly landed on Shang Song's shoulders, and then, with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled Shang Song into his arms.

He used a lot of force, a lot of force.

But Shang Song did not struggle or cry out in pain.

She was even happy, giggling in Xie Jing's arms.

Water droplets from Xie Jing's hair fell onto Shang Song's head. Shang Song looked up and protested, "Xie Jing! You didn't dry your hair! Water is dripping all over my head! It's running down the back of my neck!"

Xie Jing did not respond.

Shang Song could only feel Xie Jing's chest heaving violently and his heart beating very fast.

Looking at Xie Jing's unreadable expression and his tightly pursed lips, he tiptoed over and leaned in to kiss Xie Jing's lips.

It nuzzled against me affectionately, like a kitten darting by.

"Okay, Xie Jing, are you feeling better?"

Xie Jing gave a soft "hmm," then added, "Alright."

Shang Song laughed even harder, "Then go blow-dry your hair, and I'll go take a shower too."

He pulled away from Xie Jing's embrace slightly, raised his hands, and brought them close to Xie Jing's face. "Help me untie them."

He felt that the 9.9 tie had already done its job.

But, in the next instant...

It's like that over-the-shoulder throw that happened in the ancient book reading room at S University.

Once again, Shang Song failed to see Xie Jing's movements clearly before being lifted into the air.

"Holy crap!"

This time, there was no cold, imposing table corner looming before his eyes.

He was carried on Xie Jing's back.

The belly rested on Xie Jing's shoulder, and the bound hands and head hung down towards Xie Jing's back. Xie Jing wrapped one arm around Shang Song's knees.

"Xie Jing! What are you doing?! You scared me!"

Xie Jing remained silent, then turned around, causing Shang Song to be thrown slightly into an arc, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The next moment, Xie Jing carried him out of the dressing room.

Xie Jing took long strides and soon left him on the bed.

Shang Song was dizzy when he felt Xie Jing's knee press between his legs.

Then, Xie Jing grabbed his hand but didn't untie it.

Instead, by pulling on one end, the knot was tightened even more.

"Xie Jing?" Shang Song was completely dumbfounded.

Xie Jing remained silent and pushed Shang Song, who was trying to sit up.

Shang Song fell onto the bed again.

The soft bed had excellent elasticity, and Shang Song felt that Xie Jing wanted to give him another concussion.

Xie Jing had already bent down and started unbuttoning Shang Song's suit trousers.

"Wait!" Shang Song twisted, trying to stop Xie Jing. "I haven't showered yet!"

"I let it go just now! Neither of us had showered! Now that you've showered, I need to shower too. I can't just leave you smelling nice!"

Xie Jing seemed not to hear, and had already pulled down Shang Song's pants.

Two floors together.

Shang Song panicked now. Her bound hands futilely protected Xiao Songsong, who was being forced to let out for fresh air, and her legs began to kick wildly. "Xie Jing! Did you hear me! I want to take a bath! This is our first time! You can't be the only one who smells nice! Ugh—"

His remaining words were cut off by Xie Jing's kiss.

Xie Jing's kiss was hot, but also urgent.

He relaxed very quickly.

Shang Song continued to yell, "It's not fair! Xie Jing, you bastard! You're all clean now, so you bully the one who isn't! I want to take a bath! I want to smell nice too! This is our first time!"

Then, his frantically kicking legs stopped because he saw that Xie Jing had actually gotten up and was no longer pressing him down.

He thought Xie Jing had finally agreed to let him take a shower too, but before he could even express his joy, his already flushed face instantly turned bright red.

He saw Xie Jing open the bedside table drawer, take something out, and then quickly put it back.

Shang Song was completely dumbfounded.

Xie Jing...when did you prepare these things?

How come he didn't know?

Moreover, the key point is that Xie Jing couldn't have bought it himself.

So Xie Jing instructed the staff to prepare it?!

Shang Song felt he was too ashamed to face anyone.

He was lost in thought when Xie Jing turned him around and pinned him down with his knee.

Now Shang Song was really anxious. "Hey! No! Wait a minute! You can't do this!"

"Holy crap!!! You're dumping it like that! You don't want the sheets anymore?! These are silk sheets! They're very expensive!"

"Stop it!!!"

Then, he felt Xie Jing's hand pressing down on his waist under his shirt, and his body sank down as Xie Jing pressed down on him, very heavily.

Xie Jing leaned close to his ear and finally spoke:

"After we're done, we'll shower together."

Shang Song suddenly turned his head, wanting to continue protesting, but Xie Jing grabbed his chin and kissed his lips.

Shang Song really enjoys kissing Xie Jing.

However, the kiss was just a smokescreen.

He whimpered, his bound hands futilely scratching at the sheets beneath him, tears streaming down his face.

"Xie Jing, you bastard! So what if you're 188cm? What's the point of being so tall and big?!"

"Ah! I need to take a shower! Waaah... You're bullying me..."

Water was still dripping from Xie Jing's hair occasionally.

The cold water droplets, curved in an arc, occasionally hit Shang Song's legs, waist, and buttocks, making him shiver.

It also splattered on the bed sheet, spreading out in one smudge after another.

One by one, they form a lake; one lake after another, they form a sea.

A king-size bed is big enough.

That's enough for Xie Jing to create four or five seas.

This place has been ruined by Shang Song and is no longer usable, so let's take the person and move to another place.

By the time Xie Jing created the third sea, Shang Song was completely dejected, his muttered curses sounding like he was about to die.

He couldn't free his hands anymore, so they were forced to sway, revealing the red marks left by the straps.

In his final moments of delirium, Shang Song only saw the scar on Xie Jing's left abdomen appear and disappear before his eyes, eventually blurring into the darkness after a firework explosion.

In the instant before he sank completely into darkness, he felt like he was a complete idiot.

Redemption and such things are really harmful.