Fake Young Master, But an Ambitious One!

To be fair, Wei Yicen isn't exactly a good person,

nor is he entirely a villain.

He simply doesn't mind using unconventional methods

to achieve his goals.

A glass of wine or a smile comes easily to him.

Someone covets the heirloom his father left behind.

Wei Yicen says coolly, "It'll be delivered to your home tomorrow."

...You want his boyfriend?

Wei Yicen raises an eyebrow. "That would be his honor."

Until an investor, emboldened by drink, fixes a nakedly hungry gaze on his long neck, then lets it wander to the exposed collarbone beneath, speaking with leering familiarity:

"Take off one piece of clothing, and I'll double the investment."

"What do you say, great collector?"

Wei Yicen suddenly rises, a faint, almost challenging smile on his lips.

With a languid flick of his long fingers, he loosens his tie. The expensive silk slips from his shoulder, revealing a small patch of cool, pale skin.

His eyes glimmer as he gives the investor a wry smile.

"Then you'd better keep your word."

He really does look utterly and unapologetically debonair.

Nian Shu'an has been mooching at Wei Yicen's place for days.

No matter how much Wei Yicen tries to chase him out, he won't leave.

With no classes to attend, he has taken to playing the "snail girl" around the house.

After another night of drinking, a cool, damp touch rests against Wei Yicen's burning cheek. His eyes half closed, he catches someone's wrist through the haze.

"...You like me?"

Nian Shu'an falls unusually silent.

Wei Yicen suddenly leans closer, their warm breaths almost mingling.

He guides the other's broad, heated palm over his brows and eyes, then his cheek.

"Is it this face?"

Then he moves it to his exposed, porcelain-white collarbone, and the fingertips continue beneath his loosely open collar...

Wei Yicen's breathing grows uneven, the corners of his eyes turning red.

Panting with restless desire, he asks, "Or... do you want more...?"

The only answer is Nian Shu'an's brow furrowing sharply.

His long, well-defined fingers silently but firmly fasten Wei Yicen's disheveled collar. He sighs, "Don't do this."

Wei Yicen scoffs and taps a finger against the other's warm chest.

With an innocence that is as cruel as it is sweet, he leans close to his ear:

"I hate..."

"Things with no value."

The air goes still.

Wei Yicen is instantly bored.

He curls a finger, and Nian Shu'an obediently comes closer.

That silent, compliant demeanor pleases him immensely.

Feeling Nian Shu'an's docile body so close to him, a strange glint of interest passes through Wei Yicen's eyes.

He raises a hand and, with a hint of lewd familiarity, pats the other's cheek very lightly, very slowly.

His touch is affectionate, but his words are cruel:

"Love me? Then... let me climb my way up by stepping on you."

Theme: Save yourself from a desperate situation.