142: Chapter 142 The Underworld Boss's Benefactor 8

"Young Master, is the taste okay?"

Lu Zhan swallowed the food in his mouth. Although his face showed undisguised pleasure, his tone was a bit haughty as he said,

"It's just so-so. Barely acceptable, I guess."

Leng Yan heard this, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He didn't argue or refute, his eyes filled with doting affection as he said,

"Is that so? Then I'll continue to work hard, study more in private, and make some other dishes."

His gentle words were full of tolerance.

Lu Zhan understood the principle that accepting favors from others leaves one indebted. Hearing these words from the other, he felt truly embarrassed, so his tone softened slightly.

"There's no need. Just like this is fine, it's actually quite good."

After Lu Zhan finished speaking, he lowered his head and focused on eating, acting as if he didn't want to say anything more, in a classic display of self-deception.

Leng Yan's eyes were full of smiles. He only felt that the Young Master in this posture was truly very cute. Why hadn't he discovered this side of the Young Master before?

His hand couldn't help but lift slightly, wanting to rub the Young Master's fluffy head.

But in the end, he put it down, curling his fingers into a fist instead. His nails dug deep into his palm, the pain helping him sober up a bit.

When Lu Zhan finished eating, he put down his spoon and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Leng Yan finally came back to his senses and hurriedly took out a handkerchief, wanting to wipe Lu Zhan's mouth again, but the latter slightly turned to the side and dodged it.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, combined with Leng Yan's sudden intimacy, Lu Zhan's rationality instantly returned.

"Give me the handkerchief. I'll do it myself."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, his voice carrying a touch of coldness.

Leng Yan's hand froze in mid-air, a flash of disappointment quickly crossing his face, but he soon returned to that gentle smile.

"Alright, Young Master."

He handed the handkerchief in his hand to Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan took it, wiped his mouth slightly, returned it to the other, and then said with a calm expression,

"I want to rest. You go out."

Leng Yan instantly gripped the handkerchief in his hand tightly, his eyes revealing a hint of unwillingness, but in the end, he only responded softly,

"Then Young Master, have a good rest. I'll be right outside. If you need anything, call me anytime."

Lu Zhan didn't speak, only nodded slightly, then stared straight at Leng Yan, the defensiveness and desire to drive him away in his eyes being exceptionally obvious.

He didn't dare to keep Leng Yan. Who knew if this person would suddenly go crazy again in the dead of night and do something to him?

He was now just an ordinary person without an Awakening of Superpower, and his status and position were far worse than before.

If Leng Yan really didn't care about anything, he feared he would end up like fish on a chopping block, left to be slaughtered by the other. He didn't feel he was ready for that yet.

Leng Yan looked at Lu Zhan's appearance, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything more, lifted the tray, turned, and left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Only after the door was closed did Lu Zhan feel a little more relaxed. Then, as if remembering something, he got up, walked to the door, and slightly raised his hand.

With a "click," the door was locked.

Lu Zhan thought about it for a moment, confirmed there was nothing left out, then turned back to the bed and leaned lazily against the headboard.

Outside the door, Leng Yan leaned against the wall, the smile on his face gradually becoming somewhat twisted, his eyes even more gloomy and terrifying.

Just now, the "click" of Lu Zhan locking the door clearly reached his ears.

Should he say the Young Master was vigilant? Or naive?

If he really wanted to do something to the Young Master, how could this thin door stop him?

Leng Yan's gaze stared fixedly at that door, as if he wanted to see through it, straight to the figure inside that obsessed him.

Young Master, no matter how you struggle, or whether you are willing, you will eventually be mine, forever mine.

Whether it's soft tactics or force, I must have you.

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Lu Zhan looked at the closed door, a complex emotion rising in his heart. He wasn't a fool; naturally, he could see Leng Yan's intentions.

His words of comfort when getting out of the car clearly hadn't had any effect. Leng Yan agreed well enough with his mouth, but his eyes were almost glued to him.

However, in the chaos of this apocalypse, with the path ahead unclear and filled with confusion, Lu Zhan could only maintain this subtle relationship with Leng Yan for the time being.

After all, Leng Yan's feelings for him were true, not fake. Just on this point, he thought no matter what, the other wouldn't hurt him, nor would he abandon him.

The worst result was merely sacrificing his own looks.

But even if it really came to that step, Lu Zhan would never let himself be in a passive state. The initiative in their relationship must be held in his hands.

...

The next morning, the sun slowly rose from the east, golden light passing through the clouds, illuminating this already dilapidated city.

Strands of warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, scattering like fine sand onto Lu Zhan's handsome yet slightly weary face.

He kept his eyes closed, as if immersed in a sweet dream, a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Knock… knock…"

A knock sounded in the quiet room, followed immediately by Leng Yan's gentle voice.

"Young Master, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Lu Zhan woke up slowly, rubbed his somewhat sleepy eyes, and subconsciously looked toward the door.

The voice reaching his ears caused the complex emotions that had calmed down last night to instantly stir up again.

It was rare to have a good sleep, only to be woken up. At this moment, his morning grumpiness flared up, his handsome face full of dissatisfaction, and his mood suddenly turned bad!

Lu Zhan raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, relaxed for a moment, then, with a sour face, got up and walked over to open the door.

Leng Yan stood at the door holding breakfast, with an unfathomable smile on his face. He was dressed neatly, but the obsession in those eyes didn't know how to restrain itself at all.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan frowned deeply, gave a cold glance at the person standing at the door, and said arrogantly,

"It's early in the morning, what are you knocking for?"

Leng Yan looked at the Young Master's bristling, angry appearance, laughed softly without caring, his eyes curving, and replied in a gentle tone,

"Young Master, why didn't I notice before that you are really so cute when you're angry!"

Lu Zhan heard this, his pupils shrank, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he wished he could kick him.

He kept repeating in his heart, don't be impulsive, took a few deep breaths, and only then managed to suppress this impulse, turning to say coldly,

"Are you sick? Or is your brain flooded with water? You can say any messy thing. Get in here quickly."

After saying this, Lu Zhan turned directly to wash up, clearly not wanting to pay any more attention to the other.