12: Chapter 12 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 11

Now that he knew his feelings, he didn't feel any disgust and even allowed his proximity time and again.

Perhaps there was a possibility between them; Sir wasn't that heartless, he just hadn't known anything before.

Feeling that the person still hadn't let go, Lu Zhan could only speak up to stop him.

“Xiao Cheng, if you don't let go, I'm afraid it's going to bleed, and I don't like that.”

His tone was as indifferent as ever, but listening closely, it seemed to carry a hint of gentleness and doting.

Hearing the words “don't like,” the young man immediately let go reflexively.

He even pulled down his clothes to look; on the extremely fair and tender skin, a clear reddish tooth mark was left, but fortunately, there was no swelling or bleeding.

While Lin Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt that the mark left on Sir was extremely beautiful, as if it could prove that Sir belonged to him.

Unable to help himself, he licked the tooth mark and kissed it lightly.

Lu Zhan's body instantly tensed and stiffened, then he forced himself to relax slowly.

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Lu Zhan raised his hand, rubbed the head beside his shoulder, and moved the person away by the neck.

“Xiao Cheng, alright, don't always be like this; you should give me some time to adapt.” Lu Zhan spoke softly and slowly, mixed with a bit of helplessness.

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a rare moment. It took a while for him to react, both surprised and excited; his eyes lit up instantly as he looked at Lu Zhan seriously, his eyes overflowing with excitement and disbelief.

“Sir, do you mean you're willing to be with me? I didn't hear wrong, did I?”

His words were urgent, eager to reconfirm whether what he had just heard was real.

“Mhm, you didn't hear wrong, Sicheng. Also, don't call me ‘Sir’ anymore; it makes me sound old.”

For once, Lu Zhan's words carried a hint of teasing and joking; his eyes held a slight softness, and a rare smile appeared on his face, making him look a bit less cold than usual.

On the surface, he looked gentle and tolerant, impeccable. But in reality, he was calculating in his heart that after this series of actions, the blackening value should have dropped quite a bit.

His shoulder and neck were being rubbed against again; the young man's fluffy head nuzzled him gently, and warm lips pressed against his ear.

“If I don't call you Sir, how about Brother Zhan? Brother Zhan...”

Soft and coquettish, with a deliberately drawn-out ending. His tender red lips parted slightly, taking the earlobe in front of him into his mouth.

Lu Zhan's eyes deepened, and his habitually cold expression almost failed to hold.

A soft and coquettish Ragdoll cat, a posture full of suggestion, yet he didn't know how to restrain himself, licking and touching everything—so vexing.

Even though Lu Zhan was born with an indifferent personality, had cultivated his character and kept himself clean for years, and considered his sexual orientation normal, he still seemed to be moved by the beautiful little kitten on him.

But it wasn't time yet. Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart and hiding his expression, Lu Zhan returned to normal and gave a soft hum.

One hand lightly circled the young man's slender waist, while the other stroked his back. He continued in a calm tone.

“Sicheng, anything is fine, as long as you're happy. That's enough for now, I'm hungry.”

Hearing this, Lin Sicheng pulled away slightly and looked up at the person in front of him; what met his eyes, besides indifference and majesty, was a bit of tolerance and softness.

There was nothing else besides that, like a shroud of mist, and he had been spinning around in the mist, unable to see clearly or understand.

“Brother Zhan, why don't you call me Xiao Cheng anymore?”

“Because Xiao Cheng has grown up; you're no longer that little tail from back then. What... Sicheng doesn't like Brother Zhan... calling you that?”

Imitating the young man's deliberately drawn-out ending, his face also carried a bit of wicked teasing, his eyes filled with tolerance and doting.

His clothes were half-fallen, the flush on his full earlobe hadn't faded, and there was a bright red tooth mark on a large patch of porcelain-white skin.

This version of Sir seemed wrapped in eroticism, so sexy, so charming.

Lin Sicheng admitted he was mesmerized; his eyes were obsessed, his face red, his head dizzy, and his words were a bit stumbling.

“No... it sounds great, I like it very much...”

He even nodded as if afraid of being misunderstood.

Right, Brother Zhan just said he was hungry.

Lin Sicheng pinched his thigh; the pain forced him to snap back to his senses, and he quickly stood up in a bit of a panic.

“Sir, wait a moment, I'll go get some food.”

Before his words even finished, he had already left the room like someone plugging their ears to steal a bell.

As expected, he's cuter like this. Little brat, you're still too green to compete with me.

Lu Zhan sneered inwardly; his displeasure had lessened significantly, and his expression became a bit more pleasant.

“009, check the male lead's blackening value.”

“host, the male lead's blackening value is currently 80. You still need to keep working hard.”

“80? How is that possible? Given how the male lead was just now, how could it have dropped so little?”

Lu Zhan was in disbelief; all that impressive maneuvering just now was for nothing, it turned out to be useless.

“host, don't be anxious. Although it didn't drop much, going from 95 to 80 in such a short time is already very impressive.”

009 offered comfort and encouragement.

Sigh... Lu Zhan sighed. This brat is really not easy to fool now. I thought it was fine, but looking at this blackening value, who knows how many faces he has.

He looked out the window with a hint of helplessness, tidied his clothes, and picked up the phone he had tossed aside earlier to browse through it casually.

After closing the door and walking a few steps, Lin Sicheng looked back at the room where Lu Zhan was.

His expression was mysterious and unpredictable, his eyes gloomy and paranoid with a hint of calculation, a complete contrast to how he had been in front of Lu Zhan just now.

Sir, is what you said true? Or was it just to temporarily stabilize me?

All of this was what Lin Sicheng had longed for day and night for countless years.

Now that he seemed to truly have it, it felt like a carefully woven beautiful dream.

Lin Sicheng knew clearly that in Sir's thirty-plus years of life, he was born noble and high above, and no one had ever dared to offend him even slightly in words.

Now, after being drugged, imprisoned, violated, and almost strangled to death, he didn't believe Sir could truly be calm and gentle as before.

Nor did he believe that Sir would truly accept someone like him—a neurotic, sensitive madman who couldn't control himself—without any resentment.

No matter how he thought about it, Lin Sicheng felt that none of this could be real—a flower in a dream, the moon in the water—yet he still allowed himself to sink into it while wide awake.