I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

A Guide to Poverty Alleviation for Bar Waiters (Part 10)

　　"I couldn't just watch Qingqing get kidnapped by that bastard."

　　He was so brave; he deserved a reward, no questions asked.

　　Xue Guangyu stared at him, a whirlpool seeming to rise in his deep, dark eyes. He twitched his fingers, as if wanting to touch Wei Ye's injured hand, but the image of the wound bleeding profusely flashed before his eyes again.

　　His craving for a cigarette kicked in. Xue Guangyu walked to the window and lit one. The lamplight outlined his handsome profile. After taking a couple of puffs of his cigarette, his gaze returned to Wei Ye's hand. The flickering flame of the cigarette reflected in his eyes, like a burning flame.

　　Wei Ye sat obediently on the sofa, quietly waiting for him to finish his cigarette. After he finished, he said, "Go to sleep." And then he left.

　　He just left... left...

　　Wei Ye: "Damn it." That repressed pervert.

　　—Perhaps

　　due to exhaustion, when Xue Guangyu returned to the lounge at two o'clock the next afternoon, Wei Ye was still asleep. He hadn't gone into the bedroom, but was sleeping on the sofa. He
　　was lying face down, his cheek pressed against the cushions, revealing a bit of soft flesh. His cheeks were rosy, his eyelashes were dark and curled, and his sleeping face was as adorable as a delicate doll.

　　Xue Guangyu looked down for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched him. Wei Ye's eyes snapped open, his eyelashes trembling in surprise.

　　"Why are you sleeping here?" Xue Guangyu withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, placing the things he was holding on the coffee table.

　　"The sofa was so comfortable, I fell asleep without even realizing it..." Wei Ye rubbed his eyes and sat up, his nostrils twitching as he smelled a delicious aroma. "You brought me food? That's great!"

　　Yesterday's interaction had made him less reserved around his boss. He casually stretched, lifting his shirt to reveal a glimpse of his waist, dazzlingly white.

　　Xue Guangyu's gaze swept over it before moving to the corner of the wall, where a rather large suitcase stood.

　　Wei Ye had noticed it last night; it was the same one Xue Guangyu had brought when they met in the freight elevator. As he opened the lunchbox, he asked, "Boss, don't you live here? Why did you bring luggage?"

　　Xue Guangyu replied, "It's not luggage."
　　Wei Ye glanced at him but didn't speak, though his eyes conveyed a clear "I'm curious."

　　After finishing his meal, Wei Ye was cleaning up the trash when he heard the sound of wheels approaching and stopping at the edge of the sofa. With a click, Xue Guangyu opened the suitcase.
　　Inside were paintings, books, lots of paints, and strange tools. Wei Ye had a guess in his mind, "This is..."

　　Xue Guangyu said, "A tattoo machine."

　　Wei Ye suddenly realized, "No wonder the bar is called Tattoo!"

　　Xue Guangyu's lips suddenly curled up, a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, his voice low, "Actually, I studied art in college, and I even worked part-time as a tattoo artist for a while."

　　Boss Xue was indeed a man with a story.
　　Wei Ye curiously bent down to look at the tools, the needles gleaming. Suddenly, Xue Guangyu said in his ear, "Actually... you'd be very suitable for tattoos." He
　　felt a warmth on his waist as another man's hand touched him. Wei Ye let out a small "Ah" in surprise. Xue Guangyu withdrew his hand, looking at him, "Your skin is very thin, and your skin tone is even, suitable for color painting designs."

　　Wei Ye was actually a little tempted; he had thought about getting something tattooed before. But now he was a good kid, and he shook his head fearfully, "Never mind, I'm afraid of pain."

　　"Is that so?" Xue Guangyu didn't say anything, his gaze still on his exposed skin.

　　There was not a trace of intimacy in his gaze; it swept over Wei Ye slowly, as if conducting an academic inquiry. Wei Ye couldn't help but shiver, feeling inexplicably as if he were looking at pork.

　　His cold gaze landed on a certain spot on Wei Ye's lower body, and remained fixed.

　　"Boss, what are you looking at?" Wei Ye followed his gaze and looked at himself, nervously shrinking back into the sofa. That place wasn't a place for needles.

　　Xue Guangyu's eyes darkened, his gaze suddenly becoming somewhat frightening, and he reached out to him again. Wei Ye was bewildered and dared not move, staring at the outstretched hand almost without blinking, watching helplessly as he was touched on his buttocks.

　　"Hey!" Wei Ye jumped up from the sofa in shock, slapping Xue Guangyu's hand away, his face flushed red. "What are you doing...you..."

　　He wanted to curse, but couldn't get the words out. The boy jumped over the back of the sofa with one hand, and ran out in a flash.

　　Seriously? Why did Xue Guangyu suddenly touch his butt? Wei Ye pondered for a long time after running away, feeling that Xue Guangyu had broken character.

　　He suddenly remembered something, pulled a plastic sheet from behind his buttocks, and twitched his lips. "Damn, did I misunderstand this thing?"

　　—Not

　　long after running away, his phone rang. Wei Ye glanced at the text message; it was from Sister Wang asking him to take a week off, and at the same time, a considerable sum of money had been received in his bank account.
　　He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to go back and explain the situation. Seeing the compensation for his injury, another crucial matter came to mind.

　　Someone who had tripped him up… was probably gloating over his injury, wasn't they?