BFILWY CH 50

Chapter 50: He Zhifan’s Gift

Ye Qinghe finally got what he wished for. The feelings he had suppressed for so long were now completely unleashed, so much so that even Aunt Chen could see it.

Aunt Chen had worked in the Ye household for over thirty years. She had watched Ye Qinghe grow up from birth, fully aware of his preferences and past recklessness. When the Ye family faced trouble a few years ago, the young master finally settled down. Despite the sorrow, she was relieved on behalf of the late Master and Madam Ye. However, as the years passed, although Ye Qinghe had calmed down, he remained lifeless. Apart from burying himself in work, he had no hobbies, and the smiles he gave others were merely perfunctory.

Then, in the middle of this year, he suffered a near-fatal car accident. He endured a coma and a broken leg, yet his eyesight never fully recovered, which left Aunt Chen constantly worried, even in her semi-retirement. But now, hearing that Second Young Master was beginning to perceive light and that his vision would soon recover, she finally felt half the weight lifted from her heart.

These past few days, Ye Qinghe had been circling around An Yue nonstop, flashing such a dazzling smile that it could practically blind people. Aunt Chen didn’t even have to think too hard—Second Young Master must have won him over. She was truly happy about it. Teacher An was a polite and kindhearted young man. If Master and Madam Ye were still alive, they would surely have liked him too.

But An Yue was thin-skinned. Whenever Aunt Chen cast him a knowing and satisfied smile, his face would turn red, and eventually, he started avoiding Ye Qinghe altogether, retreating into his room.

Aunt Chen, of course, knew that An Yue was just shy. Earlier, when Second Young Master tried to squeeze onto the same sofa as him, An Yue immediately gave up his seat and fled, leaving Ye Qinghe sulking on the couch, his entire presence radiating silent resentment. He was upset that An Yue refused to get close to him, but he was also annoyed that Aunt Chen was acting as a giant third wheel.

“Alright, alright, dinner is ready. I’m heading out now,” Aunt Chen announced. She had come over early in the morning to clean the house, and now, at past five in the evening, she had finally finished making dinner. Removing her apron, she continued with her usual reminders, “I’ve organized all the food. Tomorrow’s breakfast is meat buns, and the chicken for lunch has already been marinated—just pan-fry it. Oh, right, Second Young Master, I received a package this afternoon. It’s from Young Master Zhifan. Where do you want me to put it—”

“The package arrived? Put it in my room,” Ye Qinghe eagerly interrupted, his excitement barely contained. “Once you’ve placed it there, you should head home and rest.”

His obvious impatience to be left alone for some couple’s time made Aunt Chen both exasperated and amused. She carried He Zhifan’s package to the master bedroom, and upon returning, she called out, “Teacher An, I’m heading out now. You two take care of yourselves these next few days—I won’t be coming over to disturb you.”

Hearing this, An Yue emerged from his room, flustered. “H-how could it be a disturbance? Thank you so much for coming over, Aunt Chen.”

“Aiya, just make sure to eat the fruit in the fridge,” Aunt Chen said with a warm smile, looking at him fondly.

An Yue, his face flushed red, walked Aunt Chen to the door. On his way back, he passed by the sofa and gave Ye Qinghe a kick. After closing the door, he turned around to see Ye Qinghe dramatically rubbing his calf. Still fuming, An Yue scolded him from the doorway, “That was really rude of you! Aunt Chen has been busy all day, and you couldn’t wait to send her home?”

“Come on, I wasn’t kicking her out. Aunt Chen wanted to go home early and spend time with her grandkid, alright?” Ye Qinghe put on an innocent act. “And besides, how was I rude? This is just how I normally talk.” Then, waving a hand at An Yue, he grinned. “Why are you hiding? I haven’t even gotten a hug from my boyfriend today. Come here and let me hold you.”

“…” An Yue choked for a moment before blurting out, “Who’s your boyfriend? Dinner’s ready!” Ignoring Ye Qinghe’s clinginess, he walked straight past him and into the kitchen.

Ye Qinghe took it as shyness. Every time he mentioned the words “boyfriend,” An Yue refused to acknowledge it directly. This left Chairman Ye, who was convinced they were in the honeymoon phase, deeply dissatisfied.

“Oh, right,” An Yue’s voice drifted out from the kitchen. “How are your eyes today?”

“You’re wearing a white top and dark-colored pants,” Ye Qinghe squinted toward the blurry figure in the kitchen, trying to make out more details. He focused harder. “That’s about all I can see. It’s been the same these past few days.” He sighed in frustration. “When will I finally see you clearly? Right now, you’re just a blurry patch of white and black.”

As soon as he finished speaking, An Yue walked out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of rice. “Soon, soon. Honestly, your progress is already amazing. Two weeks ago, you could only see shadows. Now you can distinguish colors.”

“I can’t wait to finally see you.” Ye Qinghe slowly moved to the dining table, feeling for the back of the chair before sitting down.

“Just eat.” As always, An Yue ignored his clingy sweet talk.

After dinner, Ye Qinghe waited for An Yue to clean up the table, then eagerly pulled him into the bedroom to open the package He Zhifan had sent.

A few days ago, Ye Qinghe had asked An Yue to buy some supplies, but An Yue had flatly refused. Left with no choice, Ye Qinghe shamelessly called He Zhifan—who was currently touring Europe with his band—and begged him to order some “essential items for a blissful life.”

He Zhifan, thrilled to hear that Ye Qinghe had finally won over Teacher An, not only agreed but also took the opportunity to tease him. On top of the items Ye Qinghe had requested, he thoughtfully added a whole collection of “advanced-level” supplies.

Ye Qinghe, completely unaware of He Zhifan’s generous selection, was simply excited that the package had finally arrived. Tonight, he could finally take another step toward his so-called “blissful life.”

As for An Yue, he had absolutely no idea what was in the large box. He simply assumed Ye Qinghe needed his help opening it, thinking it was a New Year’s gift from He Zhifan.

But the moment they unboxed the “gift,” An Yue was left completely dumbfounded by the unspeakable and utterly indecent assortment of items inside.

His first thought? Thank God Ye Qinghe still can’t see clearly. Otherwise, his already fragile eyesight might go completely blind again.

Staring in shock at the box’s contents, An Yue’s gaze landed on the very first thing on top—a pair of cat ears and a fluffy cat tail. He picked up the tail and examined it for a long moment, utterly baffled.

“Why would Mr. He send you this?” he asked in confusion.

“I asked him to,” Ye Qinghe replied smugly.

“You asked him to send this? Is this a Halloween costume? Halloween is in October, and it’s already January…”

As An Yue continued rummaging through the box, he finally found the condoms and lubricant, piecing together what this bizarre collection of items was actually for. Furious, he grabbed the fluffy tail and smacked Ye Qinghe with it. “You actually asked Mr. He to send these?! You’re a complete p*rvert!”

Ye Qinghe, utterly confused as to why he was being hit, dodged while arguing back, “I asked you to prepare them, but you refused. I can’t exactly order them online myself, so I had to ask him! What’s so p*rverted about condoms and lube? They’re essential for safety!”

“Then what about these?!” An Yue was fuming as he threw the cat tail, cat ears, leather collar, elephant-print underwear, and a bunch of other ridiculous items onto Ye Qinghe. “What the h*ll are these?!”

Ye Qinghe curiously felt around the items piled onto him. When his hand landed on the base of the cat tail and realized it was attached to a plug, he immediately understood what good deed He Zhifan had done.

Bursting into laughter, he quickly tried to calm An Yue down, repeatedly assuring him that those special toys were not part of his request. “I only asked him to get condoms and cloud mud. I had no idea he’d go this overboard!”

But An Yue was still furious. Even if those bizarre adult toys weren’t specifically requested, Ye Qinghe had still asked someone to send condoms! Something this private and embarrassing—he just casually had a friend ship them over?! Did he have no sense of shame? Or was he just used to discussing his s*x life with others?

“An Yue, Zhifan wouldn’t make fun of us—”

An Yue sucked in a sharp breath, cutting Ye Qinghe off. “He knows it’s for us!?” His face instantly flushed red with embarrassment and anger. He grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Ye Qinghe with full force.

“I told him I was chasing you,” Ye Qinghe caught the pillow and hugged it innocently. “He even encouraged me to be brave and go after you. He said you’re a great person and that I should cherish you.”

Letting go of the pillow, Ye Qinghe reached forward, found An Yue’s clothes, and gave them a small tug. “Don’t be mad. Zhifan meant no harm. He just… wanted to give us his blessing.”

An Yue glared at him. “His blessing?” He picked up the cat-ear headband from the pile, placed it firmly on top of Ye Qinghe’s head, and asked, “Do you feel blessed now?”

Ye Qinghe touched his head. “Cat ears?” Tilting his head slightly, he grinned. “Do I look cute?”

An Yue, exasperated by this shameless man, burst into laughter. Grabbing the cat tail, he suddenly lunged at Ye Qinghe and yanked at his pants. “Cute, very cute. Let me put on the tail for you, and you’ll be even cuter.”

Ye Qinghe was only wearing loose loungewear, and with An Yu’s pull, half of his backside was instantly exposed. Just imagining An Yue actually inserting that tail plug into him made him panic. He clutched his waistband in horror. “Not cute, not cute at all! An Yue, calm down—”

“Hmph.” An Yue tossed the tail onto the floor. “Now you’re scared?”

“It’s not fear,” Ye Qinghe wrapped his arms around An Yue’s waist, his breathing still slightly uneven from their playful struggle. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “Didn’t I already tell you I have no experience? For my first time… wouldn’t you rather handle it personally?”

An Yue was completely set off by the blatant, seductive tease. Taking out his phone from his pocket, he adjusted the settings, placed it on the bedside table, then flipped over and pinned Ye Qinghe beneath him. “Tonight, I’ll make sure you truly understand how good I am.”

For the past two days, he had been holed up in his room, training in seclusion—now, it was time to put that practice to the test.

The room soon filled with lewd, wet sounds, neither of them having the energy to exchange playful banter anymore. The slick noise of fingers moving in and out of a tight passage mixed with the heavy breathing of two men.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” An Yue broke the silence, his deep, husky voice tinged with roughened breaths. “Does it feel good? Do you want me to f*ck you?”

Ye Qinghe, dazed in pleasure, was momentarily taken aback.

During their first time trying this, An Yue had barely spoken. He never expected the usually refined Teacher An to become this kind of dirty-talking beast in bed.

Ye Qinghe had always been this type—talking dirty, pushing his partners to say the filthiest things. And now that An Yue turned out to have the same kink, he knew exactly how to satisfy him.

Furrowing his brows as he endured the relentless teasing, he let his moans spill out unabashedly. “F*ck, yes, yes, it feels so good. I want you to f*ck me, hurry up!” His breathless words came between gasps, shamelessly begging for more.

An Yue’s hand movements sped up, but Ye Qinghe still wasn’t satisfied. Squirming impatiently, he protested, “Not that—I don’t want your hand, I want you! F*ck, just put it in already! What the hell are you stalling for?”

An Yue didn’t respond.

Ye Qinghe couldn’t see An Yue’s expression, only hear the increasingly ragged rhythm of his breathing. Not knowing why the other man was holding back, Ye Qinghe was about to curse again when An Yue suddenly pressed down harder on his most sensitive spot, rubbing and grinding against it mercilessly, his other hand taking full advantage of the front.

Ye Qinghe’s entire body trembled violently. He clenched his teeth, spat out a few curses—then completely lost control, reaching his peak.

By the end of the night, they had gone through half a jar of cloud mud.

Using nothing but his One Yang Finger technique, An Yue successfully brought Ye Qinghe to a prostate orgasm, leaving him utterly dazed and spent.

Ye Qinghe panted heavily. His body had reached its climax, but his soul was deeply unsatisfied. Frustrated and furious, he wanted An Yue to f*ck him properly—for real.

Unfortunately…

After all that yelling, all that moaning, and even coming with teary eyes—any anger he tried to muster up had absolutely zero impact.

An Yue, of course, ignored him completely.

(To be continued…)