bookbashuk Chapter 3 Abnormal Sensitivity
Chapter 3 Abnormal Sensitivity
The corridor was covered with a thick carpet, which silenced the footsteps, but it couldn't hide Nan Yan's rapid breathing.
He followed behind Wei Xun, his bare feet trembling with fear.
Wei Xun stopped at his door without turning around: "You can leave now."
Nan Yan stopped abruptly, her body frozen in place.
He wondered if he had misheard; his head was buzzing, and his brown eyes were filled with confusion.
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"Didn't you hear me?" Wei Xun turned around, his brows furrowed, his tone full of impatience: "Don't flatter yourself and think I saved you. I just find you guys too noisy to work."
His gaze swept over Nan Yan, his indifference undisguised: "Now it's quiet, you can get out."
Nan Yan's lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but she was suppressed by the discipline and rules she had been trained to do for many years.
He simply lowered his head instinctively, his fingers gripping the hem of his oversized black shirt tightly.
The shirt was already ill-fitting, and now it was pulled even more askew, revealing more of the bloodied skin.
Wei Xun's gaze fell on him, and his brows furrowed even more.
The bloodstains on the shirt had dried and turned dark brown. The collar was wide open, and the bite marks on the collarbone and the wound on the chest were faintly visible.
What's even more striking is that the shirt hem only covers the upper thighs, leaving bare legs covered in a mix of old and new scars, with red marks from rope binding the ankles.
He wasn't wearing pants or shoes; he stood there barefoot, like an abandoned young animal.
Wei Xun remained silent for a few seconds, a strange sense of irritation welling up inside him.
He wasn't a kind-hearted person, but seeing Nan Yan like this, it would be too conspicuous to let him walk around the hotel corridor with half his body naked.
If someone sees this, it will cause a lot of trouble.
"Tsk." He turned around impatiently and pushed open his bedroom door. "Come in."
Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, then obediently followed him inside.
The living room of the presidential suite is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the city at night, where neon lights shimmer.
The furniture is all in cool tones with sharp lines, much like Wei Xun's temperament.
Wei Xun went straight to the dressing room, opened the cabinet door, and took out a set of unopened pure cotton loungewear.
It was prepared in advance by his assistant; the size was his, and it was large and thick.
He tossed the clothes to Nan Yan: "Put them on."
Nan Yan caught the clothes, her fingers touching the soft fabric, and she paused slightly.
He had never worn such comfortable clothes before; the clothes in the club were either rough and uncomfortable or extremely revealing.
He stood there, holding his clothes, somewhat lost, unsure where to change.
Wei Xun noticed his hesitation and pointed towards the bathroom: "Go change over there."
Nan Yan nodded quickly, grabbed her clothes, and hurried into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.
The bathroom was very clean and filled with a faint minty scent.
He quickly took off his blood-stained shirt, revealing his body covered in wounds.
Old wounds piled on top of new ones, some already scabbed over, others still oozing blood.
He awkwardly put on Wei Xun's pajamas; the top was too long, the hem almost reaching his knees, the sleeves were longer than his fingers, and the pants were loose and baggy.
When he came out of the bathroom, Wei Xun was sitting on the sofa with a document in his hand, seemingly waiting for him.
Seeing his appearance, Wei Xun paused for a moment.
The oversized clothes on his thin frame made him look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes, appearing particularly frail and pitiful.
"Come here," Wei Xun said.
Nan Yan did as she was told and walked up to him, her head down, not daring to look at him.
Wei Xun put down the documents, stood up, and reached out to grab his overly long sleeves.
His fingers were long and strong, carrying a slightly cool temperature. When they touched Nan Yan's wrist, Nan Yan felt as if she had been burned, her body trembled violently, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.
His skin was already exceptionally sensitive, let alone having been touched so gently before.
Before, at the club, any contact with him was either a brutal beating or a sexually charged act of kneading. I had never had such a pure touch, just to help him roll up his sleeves.
Wei Xun noticed his trembling, glanced at him with disgust in his eyes, and asked, "What are you trembling about?"
Without stopping, he quickly rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves, revealing his slender wrists.
The wound on her wrist was still throbbing, and when Wei Xun's fingers touched it, Nan Yan couldn't help but flinch, her breathing became a little rapid, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.
Wei Xun released his grip, looked at his loose pants, then at his bare feet, turned and went into the bathroom, throwing out a pair of white slippers: "Put these on."
Nan Yan bent down to pick up the slippers and carefully put them on.
The slippers were also Wei Xun's size, too big for him, so he could only try to wear slippers as much as possible.
Wei Xun pulled out several hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and threw them on the carpet in front of Nan Yan: "Take the money, you can leave now. Don't ever show your face in front of me again."
Nan Yan looked at the money on the ground, then looked up at Wei Xun.
His brown eyes were brimming with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
He knelt on the ground, humbly picking up the money, his voice trembling, "Thank...thank you XX."
This was a habit he was taught at the club: to kneel down, to address someone as XX, and to thank them for whatever reward they bestowed upon him.
However, Wei Xun said with disgust, "You're a man, don't be so cheap, like a dog."
Nan Yan was taken aback upon hearing this.
From childhood to adulthood, he was required to be a good dog, to be as lowly as the dirt.
The man in front of him, though he bought him, wanted him to stop being a dog.
Tears welled up in Nan Yan's eyes.
Wei Xun frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
He simply waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.
Nan Yan bowed deeply, clutched the money tightly in her hand, and tiptoed carefully toward the door.
As he reached the door, he paused, seemingly wanting to turn back and take another look at Wei Xun, but ultimately refrained.
He gently opened the door and went out.
The room returned to silence.
Wei Xun stared at the closed door for a few seconds, then shook his head, putting the earlier incident behind him, and sat back down on the sofa, picking up the financial statements on the table.
Without the noise from next door, he quickly focused his attention, his pen nib gliding rapidly across the paper, working with extremely high efficiency.
The night outside the window grew darker, but the city's night view remained as vibrant as ever.
Wei Xun worked until late at night before putting down his pen and stretching.
He stood up, preparing to go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed, but when he put his hand in his pocket, he felt a folded piece of paper.
He paused for a moment, then took it out and unfolded it. It turned out to be the contract he had received from the middle-aged man.
I was in such a hurry when I left that I just stuffed it into my pocket and completely forgot about it.
Wei Xun used the living room light to look at the contents of the contract.
The contract is titled "Transfer Agreement for Exclusive Items of the Thorn Rose Club".
It says:
【Item Number for Transfer: 073】
Name: Nan Yan, Gender: Male
The following is a detailed description of the item:
[This individual entered the facility at the age of five and underwent professional training, demonstrating complete obedience with no resistance whatsoever. XX commands have the highest priority.]
[Physical characteristics: Abnormalities XX, XXXXXXXXXXXXX, low tolerance to XX, extremely low threshold for XXX]
[Status: No practical experience, no household registration information, no family relationship, wholly owned by the club]
[Usage Instructions: Regular obedience reinforcement is required to prevent rebellious behavior. If items are damaged or destroyed, the club offers a trade-in service with a 20% discount.]
The contract concludes with the signatures and fingerprints of both parties involved in the transfer, as well as the club's emblem.
Looking at the words "Nan Yan," Wei Xun recalled the boy's pale face and his brown eyes filled with tears.
His name was Nan Yan.
His gaze lingered on the words "exceptionally sensitive," and the image of Nan Yan trembling and blushing involuntarily surfaced in his mind when he helped her roll up her sleeves earlier.
It turns out it wasn't fear, but rather sensitivity.
A strange emotion inexplicably welled up inside me; it was faint, yet lingered.
He didn't know where Nan Yan had taken the money, nor did he know if he could survive in this unfamiliar city.
Given his personality, without the club's control and XX's instructions, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to survive.
But Wei Xun quickly suppressed this emotion.
He wasn't a philanthropist; he only saved Nan Yan on a whim because he found her too noisy.
Now that the person is gone, the contract is useless.
He crumpled the contract into a ball, threw it into the wastebasket next to him, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
The sound of running water in the bathroom washed away the fatigue.
Wei Xun stood under the shower, closed his eyes, but the image of Nan Yan's brown eyes, filled with tears and pleading, kept flashing through his mind.
He frowned, inwardly cursing himself for being nosy.
He's just an insignificant person, a plaything from the club, why think so much about him?
After taking a shower, Wei Xun lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
However, just before dawn, he was awakened by the sharp ringing of the telephone.
"Sir, this is the 'Thorn Rose Club.' We've discovered that the toy you purchased has escaped and has been caught. What punishment should we administer?"