7. The Art Studio

    For three whole days afterward, Pei Shuyun was unable to step out of the bedroom door.

    Gu Yu was like a tireless beast, panting and moving on him day and night, only pausing to deliver a mouthful of warm water to him, mouth-to-mouth, when he became overwhelmed and his consciousness began to fade.

    The lock on the main door clicked shut, making a crisp “kacha” sound. Pei Shuyun lay naked on the bed, his exposed skin covered in a horrifying, yet ambiguous, mix of purple and blue hickeys and bite marks.

    If it hadn’t been for a sudden, urgent phone call, Gu Yu might have continued to indulge his bestial desires on him for much longer.

    Pei Shuyun leaned weakly against the bed. His legs were trembling, and he didn’t even have the strength to get down. No wonder Gu Yu felt safe leaving him here alone.

    After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom door opened again. A refined man wearing glasses walked in, carrying a cup of warm water.

    His entire body was covered in marks of passion; anyone could tell what had happened at a glance. Being seen in such a state of disarray made Pei Shuyun so mortified he wished he could crawl under the bed.

    The man walked over without changing his expression, placed the water on the bedside table, and then opened the window to dispel the room’s lewd atmosphere before speaking:

    “CEO Gu has matters to attend to and might not be able to return for the next two days. My name is Ke Yi, I am CEO Gu’s private assistant, and I will be responsible for looking after Mr. Pei during this time.”

    Pei Shuyun opened his mouth, only to find his throat was too hoarse to speak.

    Ke Yi pointed to the call button on the bedside table and said, “Mr. Pei, just call me if you need anything. I won’t disturb your rest now.”

    Such professional service. It seemed Gu Yu had been preying on men and women quite a bit over the years! Pei Shuyun secretly cursed him in his heart, lay back down, and silently wished Gu Yu would soon die from exhaustion.

    Gu Yu indeed did not return for two consecutive days.

    Pei Shuyun gradually regained the ability to get out of bed and started wandering around the Apartment. However, as soon as he approached the main door, a scrutinizing gaze laced with warning would pierce through the lenses of Ke Yi’s glasses and sweep over him, forcing Pei Shuyun to temporarily abandon his plan to escape.

    “Ke Yi, I want to go back and get my painting supplies.”

    Pei Shuyun softened his tone, attempting to negotiate with Ke Yi.

    “I apologize, Mr. Pei, but you cannot leave here without CEO Gu’s permission.”

    Despite Ke Yi’s refined and amiable appearance, when it came to business, he was more stubborn than a mule.

    “Restricting my personal freedom like this is illegal!”

    “I’m just going back to get my painting supplies. Just make an exception, Gu Yu won’t find out!”

    “You…”

    Ke Yi lowered his head, noncommittal. Pei Shuyun was so angry he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, retreating to the inner room and slamming the door shut with a bang.

    On the evening of the third day, Gu Yu returned. The first thing he did was go back to the room and fiercely take Pei Shuyun once more.

    Pei Shuyun lay naked, softly panting among the bedding, his entire body flushed with passion, steamed into a vibrant pink.

    After the round of lovemaking ended, Gu Yu’s fingers toyed with his slightly swollen private parts, churning the thick white essence inside until it made a gurgling sound.

    Pei Shuyun gasped, pushing against the man’s muscular chest with his hand, his voice still carrying a seductive, passionate lilt:

    “Gu Yu, I want to go back and get my painting supplies.”

    Gu Yu didn’t stop his movements, licking and kissing his forehead and the tip of his nose: “Tell me what you need. I’ll have Ke Yi buy it for you tomorrow. Don’t run around.”

    “No…”

    For the first time, Pei Shuyun reached out and hugged Gu Yu’s shoulders, resting his head against the man’s shoulder and panting like a kitten:

    “That set of painting supplies, it was… unh… left to me by my mother. I can’t lose it…”

    “Please… Gu Yu.”

    Pei Shuyun’s eyes were full of pleading, now layered with a watery sheen. Tears hung precariously at the corners of his reddened eyes, making him look unspeakably pitiful and tragic.

    Gu Yu’s heart softened. He knew he couldn’t push the person too hard. He used his other hand to wipe away the tear streaks at the corner of his eye:

    “Tomorrow, I’ll have Ke Yi take you back. Get what you need and come back immediately. You can’t waste time, got that?”

    “Mm…”

    The soft hum, mixed with a nasal sound, caused Gu Yu’s lower body to harden. He thrust forward, sending himself back inside.

    As soon as the sky began to lighten, Pei Shuyun eagerly climbed out of bed and put on his clothes. Seeing his urgency, Gu Yu didn’t stop him, only instructing Ke Yi to keep a close watch on him the entire way.

    The car drove through the wide, traffic-filled streets, turned into a small alley, and arrived in front of Pei Shuyun’s Art Studio. Several children carrying drawing boards were already waiting outside the door.

    Seeing that Teacher Pei had finally arrived, they immediately swarmed around him, chattering and asking why he hadn’t held class for the past few days and why his phone was unreachable.

    Pei Shuyun smiled wryly and ushered them inside, but firmly refused to let Ke Yi and the bodyguards follow them in.

    Ke Yi guessed that Pei Shuyun was afraid of letting the children know what was going on, so he stood guard at the door, waiting for him to come out.

    After the door had been tightly shut for a long time, two children came out and told Ke Yi that Teacher Pei was still packing his things and asked them to wait a little longer.

    Ke Yi nodded and continued to stand by the door.

    He waited for quite a while longer, but Pei Shuyun still didn’t emerge, and there was no sound from inside the room. A bad feeling rose in Ke Yi’s heart.

    The bodyguard behind him forcefully slammed the door open. The painting supplies inside the room were neatly arranged, but the room was completely empty.

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