That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 14

The next morning, Li Cang was jolted awake by the sound of a ringing phone.

Eyes still closed, he groped for it on the bedside table and answered in a rough, sleep-heavy voice, snapping,
“Xu Siran, for god’s sake, stop bothering me. Let me sleep for another thirty minutes.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

Then came a man’s voice  unfamiliar, low, and amused.
“…Uh, sister-in-law  no, I mean, bro. Go ahead and sleep.”

Li Cang squinted at the screen. His vision was blurry, but he could tell right away  this wasn’t his phone.

He stared for a few seconds before realization hit him.
Damn it. This was Chi Ye’s phone.

That woke him up instantly. He was about to say something when the call cut off  the man had already hung up.

Li Cang rubbed at his temples, irritation simmering from being woken up too early. Before he could vent it, the bedroom door opened, and Chi Ye walked in. He’d just come out of the shower, damp hair clinging to his forehead, water still tracing down the curve of his neck. A towel hung loosely around his shoulders.

“Awake?” he asked casually.

Li Cang tossed the phone toward the end of the bed. “Yours.”

Chi Ye chuckled softly. “Got woken up by it?”

He picked up the phone, glanced at the recent call, then set it aside without much interest. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Li Cang’s morning temper hadn’t burned off yet. He frowned. “No appetite.”

“Such a bad mood?” Chi Ye walked over, caught him in his arms, and murmured near his ear, “Want to bite me to get it out of your system?”

Li Cang gave him a look  and then actually sank his teeth into Chi Ye’s shoulder, hard.

Chi Ye didn’t even flinch. A faint red mark quickly turned to bl00d beneath the white T-shirt. When Li Cang finally released him, he said calmly,
“I guess that’s about the extent of my bad temper.”

Chi Ye wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he laughed quietly and reached out, his thumb brushing against the corner of Li Cang’s lips where a trace of bl00d remained.

“My skin’s thick,” he said, smiling. “I can take it.”

Li Cang wasn’t sure if he was amused or exasperated  but the irritation faded anyway.

He suddenly seemed very young, almost boyish in that moment.

When Chi Ye reached out to ruffle his hair, Li Cang dodged. “Don’t touch my head.”

“Okay,” Chi Ye said easily, raising both hands in surrender. “Breakfast, then?”

Li Cang got up to grab his own phone. As he moved, the blanket slipped off, revealing the full evidence of last night faint bruises, red marks, the imprint of fingers trailing from his shoulders down his narrow waist.

He checked the time and rubbed his face. “Forget it. I have to get to work.”

“I’ll drive you,” Chi Ye said, glancing at his watch. “There’s breakfast on the table. Eat something on the way.”

Li Cang shot him a look and said, like a spoiled child testing boundaries,
“I want the signature crab dumplings from that century-old shop downtown  the one that faces south. You have those?”

“I do,” Chi Ye said smoothly, tilting his head toward the door. “They’re on the table.”

Li Cang didn’t believe him for a second. He got up, still completely bare, clearly intending to shower before heading out  unconcerned by how much that sight might tempt any man watching.

“You’re going out like that?” Chi Ye asked, tongue pressing lightly against his cheek. “The curtains in the living room aren’t closed.”

Li Cang smirked. “Then your neighbors across the street are getting a free show.”

And he actually walked out like that.

Chi Ye couldn’t help laughing under his breath. He hadn’t met anyone quite like Li Cang before sharp-tongued, unbothered, impossible to predict. He followed him to the bathroom and blocked the doorway with his tall frame.

Li Cang glanced at the dining table. Sandwiches. Bread. Milk.
No crab dumplings in sight.

Of course the man was lying.

“Tch.” Li Cang scoffed softly and stepped into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Chi Ye had already sent someone to buy the dumplings. The timing was perfect. by the time Li Cang finished showering, a knock sounded at the door.

Chi Ye opened it, took the still-warm bag, and was about to close the door when three men suddenly burst in.

Chi Ye swore under his breath. “What the hell is wrong with you guys?”

“Damn! Brother Ye’s been hiding a beauty in his golden house, and didn’t even tell us!” one of them, Luo Nansong, laughed loudly. “Good thing Song Yu tipped us off, or we’d never get to see who’s managed to tame you.”

He didn’t finish.

Because just then, the bathroom door opened.

Li Cang walked out, towel-drying his hair. He was wearing Chi Ye’s sweatshirt  far too big on him  and nothing underneath. His long, bare legs caught the light.

The three men at the door froze, speechless.