Seeing Yao Ziyang's discomfort, Dong Yingming leans close to his ear and whispers in a low and sultry voice.
"Baby bird, I think it's time for a bath~."
His hot breath sent a delightful shiver down Yao Ziyang's spine, making heat rush to his cheeks and turning even his ears red. What was Dong Yingming insinuating? And what's with that nickname all of a sudden! Not that he minded it or anything…
Regardless, Yao Ziyang was desperate to take a bath and couldn't be bothered with the small stuff at the moment. Removing the covers, he attempts to stand up, however the moment his feet touch the soft carpet, all the strength in his body seems to have disappeared.
Dong Yingming immediately caught Yao Ziyang before he fell and held him up as he asked him full of worry.
"And where do you think you're off to all by yourself?"
In the next moment, Yao Ziyang was lifted into the air. This was it! The legendary princess carry!! How he dreamed of this experience! However, he still found it embarrassing and instantly became flustered.
Yao Ziyang was of average height, about 5ft 7in, and yet Dong Yingming, at the height of 6ft 2in, easily managed to lift and carry him like he was nothing but a rag doll! It was both very impressive, a bit intimidating, and very hot!
As Dong Yingming walked towards the bathroom, Yao Ziyang caught some glances at his new surroundings. What he managed to see made him dumbstruck! Was he still in prison, or did they somehow escape to a high-end hotel?! Did this happen in the book? No! Of course not! He'd definitely remember if Dong Yingming and the original Yao Ziyang broke out of prison! So what gives?
By the time Dong Yingming settled Yao Ziyang down on the sink countertop and had the bath ready, he noticed Yao Ziyang was still in a daze and looking out towards his cell room. A soft smile snuck its way towards Dong Yingming's lips, and he pats Yao Ziyang's soft hair. His voice is slow and magnetic, as he explains.
"We're still at First Prison. I brought you to my cell to better recover from your cold. Your cell is…not ideal. As you can see, mine is much more accommodating, don't you think?"
For some reason, Dong Yingming wanted Yao Ziyang to agree and stay here with him. It had only been a night, but he already enjoyed having his arms wrapped around Yao Ziyang's slender waist, and his cooler body temperature made the nights seem more comfortable.
Should Yao Ziyang insist on going back to his own cell, he'd do his best to persuade him even if he had to use threats and if all else fails, he'd just use some money to make Yao Ziyang's cell just like his own.
Coming out of his own thoughts, Yao Ziyang suddenly realized that Dong Yingming's own cell wasn't mentioned in the novel as well! So it made sense why he didn't know he had all this stuff. Though, with Dong Yingming's connection and money, it made much more sense that he wouldn't allow himself to suffer even while in prison.
A big shot backer like him had to have a few tricks up his sleeve to be considered a villain who made it until the end of the novel, unlike someone like himself! Oh, right, he asked a question! Quickly, Yao Ziyang nods his head eagerly, looking almost like a pecking hen.
"It's way better than my cell! If I can stay with you until I get better, I'd really owe you big time!"
Yao Ziyang chose these words purposefully, hoping Dong Yingming would take the hint to use his body as much as he wanted. Yao Ziyang was more than ready to start pleasing Dong Yingming, just like in the novel. Well, mentally, he was prepared, physically he was not even close…
Relief washed over Dong Yingming as he heard Yao Ziyang's enthusiastic answer. As the air became more humid, Dong Yingming realized the bathtub would begin to cool down, so they needed to use it as soon as possible. He lifts his large hands and begins to unzip his prison jumper.
Watching his every movement, Yao Ziyang enjoys the strip show unabashedly. It wasn't until Dong Yingming focused his attention towards him that he realized he was taking a bath so why was Dong Yingming the one getting naked? Still, it didn't stop Yao Ziyang from burning the image of Dong Yingming's body into his mind for later use. Before in his cell, Yao Ziyang was only interested in his meat but now, he was wanting the whole man.
Dong Yingming's body is built like a fortress—broad, solid, and unapologetically powerful. Thick shoulders and a wide chest taper into a dense, muscular torso, each movement carrying the weight and confidence of a man who's been through more than he says. His arms are heavy with strength, corded with muscle and veins that twist like rivers down to calloused hands. His abdomen isn't sculpted like a model's, but it's hard, battle-worn, and defined by the sheer function of surviving, not posing.
Across that rugged canvas are the marks of violence: a faded knife scar arcs just beneath his left pec, jagged and pale against his skin, a brutal memory carved into flesh. Another thinner one slices along his side, disappearing beneath his ribcage like a story left unfinished. On his right shoulder, the skin is puckered around a small, circular gunshot scar—clean entry, rough exit—reminders of close calls and darker nights.
These marks don't make him less. They define him. They speak of grit, of fights won and nearly lost, of someone who's walked through fire and come out harder. Not pretty—*real*. His body tells its own story, without a word.
As Dong Yingming soon stood face to face with Yao Ziyang, their eyes locked. Yao Ziyang couldn't help being pulled into his deep sea blue eyes. Like looking into the abyss of the ocean, he felt as if he could drown in them.
His eyes are intense, deep-set, and carry a weight behind them—like he's seen things, lived through things, and come out stronger for it. Not polished. Not pretty. Just real, magnetic, and heartbreakingly human.
There's something about him that draws in a person—not just the body, but the presence. He wears his scars like armor, and somehow, that only makes him more irresistible.
Dong Yingming found it amusing how he can make Yao Ziyang lose focus so quickly just by standing before the man. It brought a sense of power over the other yet he didn't feel the need to abuse it. On the contrary, he felt like he wanted Yao Ziyang to continue to only look at him. To only be like this, in a state of complete mesmerized awe. Only having himself in the others eyes.
Slowly, he begins to undress Yao Ziyang as well. He merely wore a loose fitting orange prison shirt and equally loose draw string orange pants. Very easy to take off at a moment's notice. What surprised him was the fact he wasn't wearing any underwear! This man really knows how to shock him again and again.
Dong Yingming couldn't help his hands from firmly grasping Yao Ziyang's soft butt cheeks. It fit perfectly in his hands with the right amount of flesh and bounce, he could get addicted to the feeling of grabbing his ass.
Yao Ziyang's body is lithe, youthful, and effortlessly eludes a noble charm—more about smooth lines and agile movement than brute strength. His frame is slender but toned, with just enough definition to hint at strength beneath the softness. His chest is smooth and lightly muscled, with a flat stomach that tightens subtly when he moves or stretches.
His limbs are long and elegant—arms that taper into delicate wrists, legs that seem to go on forever, carrying him with a kind of lightness. His skin is usually soft and clear, glowing with that youthful energy that seems to hum beneath the surface, yet prison life seems to have dulled him quite a bit. There's a softness to his features—high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, full lips that draw attention without trying, and expressive almond-shaped eyes that seem to always be a little curious, a little playful.
His overall look is polished, intentional or not. Whether he's wearing something form-fitting or loose and casual, there's an undeniable allure to the way he holds himself—light on his feet, almost catlike, with a quiet confidence that comes from knowing exactly how his body moves through the world. Not overpowering, but magnetic in a different way—subtle, sharp, and unforgettable.
After taking in his fill of the young man's body, Dong Yingming pulls Yao Ziyang off from the countertop and cautiously steps towards the full bathtub. Placing Yao Ziyang in the tub first, he then steps in and pulls the former into his arms as he sits them down.
Water splashes as it begins to overflow and the atmosphere grows intimately quiet as the two soak in the comfortably warm water.