That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 27

“Li Cang, your boyfriend’s missing you again!”
His coworker teased with a laugh.

Li Cang raised an eyebrow. “Jealous, aren’t you?”

“Of course! We’re dying of envy,” one of the women replied, blushing to her ears.

He’d walked into the office that morning with his collar turned up, trying and failing to hide the fresh marks scattered along his neck. No one needed to ask what kind of night he’d had.

He got along well with his colleagues. Everyone knew about his sexuality, and thankfully, no one treated him any differently. Still, more than a few women in the office couldn’t help feeling it was a shame  Li Cang was handsome, well-mannered, effortlessly charming. There wasn’t a woman in the place who didn’t like him.

Unfortunately for them, he was as gay as they came and left no room for wishful thinking.

His new boyfriend didn’t help matters either. He was so striking that the women’s envy turned to open despair.

“Li Cang, where did you even find someone that good-looking? The face, the body he’s perfect! And you two look amazing together!”

“Got him from a temple,” Li Cang said dryly, the corner of his mouth quirking. “Go make an offering, maybe you’ll get one too.”

A chorus of exasperated gasps followed. “As if that would work!”

Near the end of the day, a sudden wave of shrieks erupted across the office. Li Cang looked up only to see Chi Ye standing at the doorway, holding an enormous bouquet of red roses.

He froze.

Chi Ye didn’t come straight to him. Instead, as he passed the female coworkers, he plucked out two roses and handed them each a stem, smiling politely all the way to Li Cang’s desk. Then he drew the single, most perfect rose from the center of the bouquet and offered it to Li Cang.

“This one,” he said softly, “is for my one and only.”

The office exploded with squeals.

Li Cang just stared, speechless.

After placing the rest of the flowers in a vase, Chi Ye came closer. “Work’s over, isn’t it? Why are you still here?”

He leaned down, lowering his voice to a husky murmur near Li Cang’s ear. “Were you waiting for me?”

Another round of delighted screams broke out from the women nearby.

Li Cang’s scalp prickled from the noise. He hastily packed up his things and dragged Chi Ye out of the office.

“Don’t ever come to my company again,” he muttered once they were in the elevator. “If you need something, just text me. And stop bringing flowers. I don’t like them.”

Chi Ye reached out to ruffle his hair. “I don’t like giving flowers either,” he admitted. “But it’s our first day living together. I wanted to mark the occasion.”

Li Cang shot him a look as if he’d just sprouted another head. “You think that kind of thing needs celebrating? You sound like a woman.”

Chi Ye slipped an arm around him from behind, his breath warm against the top of Li Cang’s head. “It’s different,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Because it’s you. I just want to do something special for you.”

Li Cang usually hated corny lines like that. But realizing Chi Ye was actually serious made his heart give an unexpected jolt and his ears flushed bright red.

When the elevator doors opened, he strode out quickly.

Chi Ye followed behind, opened the car door for him, buckled his seatbelt, and only then circled around to the driver’s side.

Li Cang turned toward the window, biting back a laugh.

Once they pulled out of the parking lot, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Did you see the guard’s face just now? He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Probably thought you’d lost your mind, hahahaha!”

At the next red light, Chi Ye leaned over and pinched his cheek. “Still laughing? I did all that for you, you know.”

Li Cang batted his hand away. “Don’t touch my face.”

Chi Ye smirked. “Funny. You don’t complain about me touching you everywhere else when we’re in bed.”

Li Cang shuddered. “Eyes on the road.”

Chi Ye chuckled but obeyed, one hand steady on the wheel. His palms were broad, fingers long and strong  the kind that made Li Cang’s breath hitch whenever they closed around him.

Li Cang glanced at those hands, then unconsciously looked down at his own smaller ones.

Somehow, he couldn’t stop the faint smile that tugged at his lips.