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Xie drowsily blinked his eyes. His surrounding appeared bleak and blurry.

Something hard growing at speed visible to the naked eyes below him and had poked his nape. That thing disturbed his peaceful sleep! He got startled by that thing that he forced himself to wake up.

When he moved away from that something that resembled a stick, he accidentally touched it and lightly squeezed it.

Then, he heard an anguished gasp filled with misery above him. What was that? Xie dumbly thought. Did someone experience torture beside his sleeping body?

Xie still didn't have the intention to wake up. He laid his head back on the somewhat flat but sturdy surface. The heat that continuously emitted from it made him comfortable. Ah, the smell is also very comforting.

It was the smell of the fresh and clean ocean during the broad daylight.

Xie, who was still groggy, unintentionally groped the inside of the flat surface. The stick stood proud and tall and somewhat bigger than before. Like it got swollen due to the pumping of air.

He could barely discern the identity of that thing.

Hmm, it was smooth and soft in the beginning but got hard later. The tip felt wet and leaked something. What is this? His hand moved upward and downward in a slow and torturous manner. Mulling for a long time, Xie was still engrossed in his thought.

Woah. What is this thing? He could even feel the uneven lines and curves of the seemingly flat thing. His touch became somewhat bold and unrestrained.

Again, Xie heard someone gasped on top of him, with ragged and painful breathing sounds intermittently heard. As if that person had undergone suffering under his groping hand.

Who was it? Why did the temperature become hotter and hotter? That voice from before became somewhat lewd?

His hand, which brazenly slithered around, suddenly grabbed by someone, and his body yanked gently off the flat surface.

Such action sobered him up, and what he saw almost made him curse at himself.

The hand which grabbed him shook tremendously. His eyes squeezed shut as if the man had endured a hellish torment.

Sweats formed on his forehead.

Xie's eyes lingered on that bead of liquid that slowly streamlined from his cheek down to his chin. In this cramped space, his ragged breath could be seen, produced in the form of steamy air.

Xie's jaw dropped. What did he do to Isaac that rendered the calm and composed man into this situation?

"I'm sorry!" Xie blurted out. He didn't know what he did, but somehow, Xie felt that he had done something terrible to the man.

Isaac lifted his head, and their eyes hooked.

Those dazzling scarlet eyes seemed hazy with apparent lust and had gradually turned several shades darker. A predator had locked on his target and circled his prey, attempting to force him to the corner and subdue him in one swift move.

That's what Xie could conclude from those spine-chilling eyes that kept looking at him without blinking.

Isaac's grip over his wrist tightened, and slowly, the man leaned closer and closer, shortening the distance between them with his eyes still hooked on him.

Xie felt his throat parched. His body shuddered for no reason. And his heart which beating loudly in his ribcage, trying to leap out of its confinement.

"Uhh, Sir Isaac...can you...can you let go of my-"

A thumb gently caressed his lower lip. His abrupt action startled Xie as his mind furiously alerted him of the danger coming into his way right now.

Isaac circled his waist and brought their bodies impossibly closer, chests stuck together and their breaths intermingled.

Xie's eyes widened.

Oh no. Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no!

This situation is really, really terrible for him! He should escape before he got devoured by this man whose shred of rationality had snapped and got thrown outside of the window.

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Author: Rest in peace, Xie Winchester.

Xie: There's no way I would allow that! My virginity was at stake!

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Alaric saw the distressed signal sent by madam. However, what can he do in this situation except keep looking and cheering him by the sideline?

If madam knew what he was thinking right now, he undoubtedly would get two shoeprints on his face.

Alaric tugged the driver's sleeve to get his attention.

The driver, whose name was Richard, glanced at him. He almost got blinded by the bright light twinkling from the pair of eyes that belonged to the cute-looking boy beside him.

"What's wrong?" He coolly asked despite his heart drumming in nervousness.

"Please help my madam," Alaric begged the impassive-looking man. "Your boss...err..."

Richard glanced at the rear mirror and witnessed the strained atmosphere at the back seat. So, he perfectly understood the meaning behind the boy's stuttering words.

"Don't worry. My boss should retain a little bit of his moral integrity. The worst he could do is French Kiss your employer."

Alaric got spooked out by his response and cried out alarmingly.

"No! That is bad, Sir!" He had involuntarily yanked Richard's arm made the man accidentally swerve the car into a sharp corner.

Richard almost cursed out of habit. The man expertly controlled his car's steering wheel. Calmly, he pulled them out from the dangerous situation and returned to the main road.

Alaric squeaked timidly. Just a little bit, their car would collide toward the oncoming vehicle from the opposite direction. He almost made them crash!

Richard wanted to repudiate the boy for the dangerous stunt he pulled out just now but could only sigh when he saw his terrified expression.

Alaric was too startled by such a stimulating sight and was aghast when the vehicle made its way toward them. He sat there, immobile.

Luckily, Richard's quick move had avoided the disaster and saved the day. After a moment, Alaric started to tear up in silence. His fingers, however, until now kept clutching on Richard's sleeve as if clutching to his lifeline.

"Why did you cry?" Richard was dumbfounded.

Alaric shook his head and buried his face on his knees. His fragile heart cannot take such a scene with ease. He felt that his life replayed before his eyes like a fast-paced filmstrip.

Richard awkwardly patted the boy's shoulder and tried to console him. Although his eyes focused on the road, he still managed to glimpse the tears that streamlined the boy's cheeks before he hid his face away.

"Okay, okay. Don't cry, boy, for such a petty thing. All is well, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry." Alaric sobbed. He wiped his tears using his own sleeve. "I shouldn't disturb your driving, Sir. We almost got into an accident because of me."

Richard never coaxed anyone in his life, and this boy is the first person he ever tried to console.

Despite his awkwardness, Richard had done his best to extinguish Alaric's guilt from kept clouding his heart.

Alaric soon calmed down due to his effort, albeit his puffy, red eyes visibly showed on his face.

Then, the two of them started to converse and gradually opened up to one another. In the end, both bonded up over some issue and successfully became closer.

Alaric seemed to forget about something. What was it, the thing he seemed to forget?

(A/N: You practically forget about your struggling madam at the back seat.)

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Mini Theater.

Xie: (Sent a distress signal to his servant)

Alaric: (Had received his signal)

Ten minutes later.

Xie: That brat! He had completely forgotten about me! (Still struggled to escape from Isaac's tight embrace but to no avail. His chin got pinched, and Isaac's face only at arm-length from his face.)

Isaac: (One hand pinched Xie's chin to keep looking at him while another hand wrestled Xie another's palm, which blocked his face.) Come on, baby. Please give me a single peck on my lips. (Still somewhat abnormal in his mind, as his eyes glazed with apparent lust)

Xie: A single peck? (He shuddered as Isaac's pink and wet tongue sensually glided over his lower lips) You tried to kiss me with that tongue, bastard!