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

When that slap landed, Shang Song froze completely.

He clutched his burning buttocks, stunned for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later, he suddenly struggled to his feet, kicking Xie Jing with both hands and feet, yelling, "Xie Jing! You fucking hit me!"

He covered his buttocks, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant; all his thoughts of being a hooligan had been extinguished by that slap.

Xie Jing easily held him down, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he looked at the person on his lap.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

"If you seduce me without thinking it through next time, it won't just be a one-time thing."

"You...you dare!" Shang Song yelled, clutching his buttocks.

Xie Jing raised his hand again.

Shang Song's arrogance vanished instantly. Before Xie Jing's slap could land again, he yelled, "I won't do it again, okay?! I won't seduce you anymore, okay?! Why didn't you say anything when you were touching me all over while I was sleeping! You bastard!!!"

Xie Jing chuckled softly, and instead of bringing down the raised hand, he gently placed it on Shang Song's flushed cheek, slowly stroking it from Shang Song's cheek down her neck, to her shoulders and back, and then down her spine.

"I couldn't help touching you."

His hand rested on Shang Song's sunken waist, his fingers gradually applying pressure, sinking into the thin layer of muscle.

"You seduced me so you could sleep with me and run away."

His fingertips slowly ground together.

"Different in nature."

Shang Song trembled all over from his touch, but forced herself to continue shouting, "You can't control yourself and you're doing something platonic with me?!"

Xie Jing's fingertips slid slowly down Shang Song's trembling back, finally stopping on the skin that had just been slapped, gently stroking it. To put it nicely, he was relieving Shang Song's pain; to put it bluntly, the action was lewd.

"I'm engaging in platonic relationships with you now to provide you with a way out."

Shang Song turned to look at Xie Jing's lewd actions and roared, "You're a hypocrite! A classic case of double standards! Plato it is! From now on, whoever stops doing Plato is a dog!"

After yelling, he slapped Xie Jing's hand away, scrambled into the covers, and covered his backside while cursing.

Xie Jing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the small bulge in the blanket, his hand resting on his knee, his thumb rubbing against his index finger.

Hearing the muttering coming from under the covers, he neither lifted the covers nor reached out to touch them again.

She simply got up slowly and went to the bathroom.

The sound of water was soft and gentle.

Shang Song listened intently for a long time under the covers before the sound of water finally stopped.

Shang Song secretly peeked out from under the covers, and the moment his eyes focused, his pupils dilated in shock!

Xie Jing wasn't wearing pajamas either!

She was standing with her back to him, a towel wrapped around her waist, by the outdoor sink, drying her hair with a hairdryer.

Those broad shoulders! That narrow waist! Those long legs!

Holy crap!!!

Shang Song felt a slight heat at the root of his nose.

He stared intently at Xie Jing's retreating figure, growing angrier the longer he looked.

This piece of wood... it was definitely done on purpose!

Xie Jing dried her hair and put the hairdryer back on the rack. Before she could turn around, she heard Shang Song call out behind her:

"Why aren't you wearing pajamas? Is the bath water too hot?!"

Xie Jing: "..."

He slowly reached for the pajamas on the tray beside him, put them on, buttoned them up, and then turned around, saying calmly:

"Take a bath in lukewarm water. Dry your hair before putting on your pajamas; the pajamas will keep you dry and improve your sleep comfort."

Is this even human language?

Having failed in his provocation, Shang Song pulled the blanket over himself and ducked back into bed. "...Oh. Professor Xie, you really know how to enjoy life."

The indoor light dimmed; Xie Jing had turned off the main light.

Shang Song, lying in bed, listened intently as Xie Jing drew the partition screen and then moved to the other side of the bed.

Xie Jing got into bed, leaned against it, picked up a book from the bedside table, and started flipping through it under the reading lamp.

Shang Song glanced at Xie Jing again. The light from the reading lamp shone on Xie Jing, and as Xie Jing occasionally turned the pages of his book, the collar of his pajamas would briefly reveal half of his delicate collarbone.

As Shang Song watched, the image he had just seen uncontrollably resurfaced in his mind.

Those broad shoulders and narrow waist, the lines of water droplets sliding down her skin...

What the hell!

No no no!

I can't think about it!

Plato! Plato!

He can't be a dog first!

He closed his eyes tightly, buried himself deeper into the blankets, and quietly moved his buttocks away, trying to get as far away from Xie Jing as possible.

Xie Jing turned a page in the book, the paper making a soft rustling sound.

His gaze fell on the pages, his voice slightly hoarse from his recent shower.

"Shang Song, Platonic love, emphasizes spiritual communication and rejects physical desire."

Shang Song froze, instinctively peeking out from under the covers.

Xie Jing then turned to look at him, his voice still chillingly calm:

"But it didn't say that two bodies longing to embrace must be that far apart."

Shang Song: "..."

He felt like he was going to explode.

This piece of wood! Is it Plato or anti-Plato?

He suddenly jumped out of bed and pounced on Xie Jing, pinning him down. "What do you want?!"

Xie Jing chuckled, caught the person steadily, put down the book, lifted the blanket that was half-covering himself, and covered Shang Song with it. He naturally placed his hand on Shang Song's back and patted him gently, his movements as natural as if he were coaxing a fussy child. "Cover yourself up, be careful not to catch a cold."

Shang Song: "..."

He lay nestled in Xie Jing's arms, his cheek pressed against the smooth fabric of Xie Jing's pajamas. He wanted to struggle, but his body didn't want to move.

Free will cries out for vigilance against traps and for self-preservation.

My body's instinct is to just snuggle in this warm embrace, dreaming of forever.

Xie Jing patted Shang Song's back gently and slowly, letting him bury his face in his chest and arch his back intermittently.

Shang Song's hands gripped Xie Jing's pajamas fabric, arching and arching until he got tired and finally settled down, but his hands began to act like rascals.

Plato didn't say you can't touch your boyfriend, did he?

After rubbing against Xie Jing's pajamas for a while, he became unsatisfied and secretly slipped his fingers between the buttons of Xie Jing's pajamas to touch his warm skin.

It was warm and firm when pressed, unlike his, whose belly was soft and yielding when pressed.

He kept rummaging through the gaps in the buttons, and Xie Jing didn't stop him.

He grew bolder with each attempt to undress Xie Jing, but Xie Jing abruptly slapped his hand away, saying, "Please have some self-respect."

Shang Song: "...???"

Please, respect yourself?

What nonsense are you spouting?

He grabbed the top button of his pajama top and glared at Xie Jing, yelling, "You promised to show me your abs, and you said you wouldn't forget! I bet you've already forgotten! What's wrong with me unbuttoning it myself?!"

After a full ten seconds of silence, Xie Jing lifted the blanket draped over his waist and abdomen, and then, in front of Shang Song, he began to unbutton his pajamas.