15: Chapter 15 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 14

If that were the case, then everything could be explained.

Lu Zhan had never liked anyone before, yet now he had developed some affection for the Male Protagonist of a Small World; he didn't know whether it was his good fortune or his misfortune!

But since that was the case, he couldn't just be so casual and indifferent for the sake of the mission.

Lu Zhan glanced at the thin gold chain around his ankle; there were some things he really needed to sit down and discuss with Lin Sicheng.

In the warm and bright bedroom, the jingling sound of the gold chain striking the floor as its owner moved came to a halt.

After a while, in the silence, the occasional rustling sound of pages being turned could be heard.

When the sound of the door opening rang out, Lu Zhan turned his eyes to look; a pair of polished, gleaming black leather shoes and matching trousers accentuated straight, long legs, while the matching jacket and tie had presumably been left outside.

Only a dark gray shirt remained, with two buttons undone, revealing exquisite, fair, and sexy collarbones.

On one side, a mark resembling half a tooth imprint was faintly visible, appearing and disappearing as he walked, along with a slender waist that could be circled with one hand.

Oh, right, Lin Sicheng also had a beautiful pair of butterfly bones; when he was drenched in a light sweat, they would twitch in his palm—it was extremely cute!

Lu Zhan couldn't help but feel his old face flush slightly; feeling a bit uncomfortable, he pinched the bridge of his nose to filter out some inappropriate images.

His meticulously styled hair was slightly disheveled, and observing his attire and demeanor, Lu Zhan felt that the young man had gone out today and must have just returned not long ago.

His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing porcelain-white skin, smooth yet slightly tense muscle curves, and long, slender, well-defined hands steadily holding a tray.

Although Lin Sicheng's gait was still somewhat unsteady and uncomfortable as he walked, his face still wore a satisfied smile.

Seeing Lu Zhan look over, he curled his lips into a smile, his eyes filled with soft affection.

Perhaps having experienced the baptism of passion, his gaze flowed with an unconscious, alluring charm, which, set against the slightly red corners of his eyes that had yet to fade, added a touch of sexy seductiveness.

Lin Sicheng walked to the side and set the tray down; his exhausted and aching body had not rested properly, showing some discomfort.

Regarding yesterday's events, although he felt a bit apprehensive inside, he did not regret it!

He had taken advantage of the situation to lead his Master into sinking down with him, from now on, there would be him in me, and me in him, fusing into one.

Wasn't this what he had wanted to do for a long time? Now it was just completed ahead of schedule.

His inner paranoid love and possessiveness were greatly satisfied; if it weren't for some matters he couldn't step away from, he wouldn't want to leave his Master's side for even a single second right now.

"Brother Zhan, are you hungry? Come over and eat something."

It was a very calm, very obedient tone, without a trace of anything unusual, as if nothing had ever happened.

The other party didn't bring it up either, brushing it off so lightly that Lu Zhan looked conflicted.

For a moment, he didn't know where to start; his indifferent eyes welled up with a bit of shame and anger, feeling so ashamed, so embarrassed...

"Lin Sicheng, you... you..."

After stammering for a good while, Lu Zhan ultimately didn't say it.

Upon hearing this, Lin Sicheng's inner apprehension vanished completely; his Brother Zhan was shy, how could he be so cute?

He really wanted to touch him; if he had known this would be the result, he should have drunk that wine earlier, wasting a perfectly good time.

On the surface, however, he simply asked back, blinking his large eyes and looking at Lu Zhan with an innocent yet slightly confused expression.

"Brother Zhan, what's wrong?"

But before Lu Zhan could say anything, Lin Sicheng's eyes were filled with soft laughter, and a mischievous, teasing chuckle sounded.

Lu Zhan instantly knew he had been teased by this person, and felt indignant inside.

"It's nothing."

Those three dry words were laced with a bit of embarrassment and anger; he lowered his face, turned around, and went straight to the table to eat, ignoring Lin Sicheng.

It seemed he had really angered him!

Lin Sicheng walked over quickly, gently hugging Lu Zhan's waist and abdomen, resting his chin on his shoulder, his thin lips against the cool earlobe, acting humble and low-key, whispering coquettishly.

"Brother Zhan, I was wrong. You are a magnanimous person, don't hold it against me... Master, I really won't dare to make fun of you next time, don't ignore me... Brother Zhan, didn't you have something to say? Talk to me..."

Regardless of how much the object hanging on him fussed, Lu Zhan's heart remained as cold as iron, and he continued to eat at a slow and steady pace; this brat, he really needed a lesson!

But his usually indifferent eyes gained a hint of a smile at the young man's soft, sweet words, and the coldness on his face dissipated unconsciously, his whole demeanor softening quite a bit.

A soft tissue wiped back and forth on Lu Zhan's jade-like, slender fingers until he felt they were clean enough, then he put it down, picked up the fresh lemon water on the side, slightly parted his thin lips, and rinsed his mouth.

Lin Sicheng had long since fallen into a daze again amidst his intermittent coaxing.

His whole body was enveloped in the scent of sandalwood; under his hands were abdominal muscles with clear, smooth lines, and the neck was covered in dense marks he had left; the elegant movements, the swallowing Adam's apple, the moistened thin lips...

Lu Zhan had just finished tidying up when a handsome face loomed large in his vision, and before he could react, he was already being besieged and conquered.

Exhaling... Inhaling... Bouncy... Silky... Cute... Constantly entwined... Still carrying a hint of lemon-scented freshness...

When the battle ceased, Lu Zhan's breath was slightly unsteady, his thin lips were red and slightly swollen, and the corners of his eyes were slightly flushed.

Lowering his eyes to look at the person in his arms, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Truly young, recovering so quickly, with such abundant energy and such madness; he didn't know if his old arms and legs could handle it, sigh...

Lin Sicheng looked up at Lu Zhan, which made his neck line appear even more slender, as if he were offering his vulnerability with his own hands, while his warm hands stroked and gently cradled his cheeks.

His face was flushed, his long eyelashes trembling, the exposed porcelain-white skin glowing with a peach-like pink, his Adam's apple swallowing continuously, the heat in his eyes almost turning into substance.

"Brother Zhan, I really, really like you... Please look at me and cherish me too, don't think about abandoning me and leaving me anymore...

I can't bear it, I will go crazy, I don't know what I will do to hurt you, I can't control myself...

It was like this before, I didn't want to, I wanted to be good too... But you always want to leave, want to draw a line between us..."

The coquettish and pitiful words were intermittent, yet they implied a frightening, frantic violence.

The allure of passion, the seductive posture, paranoid love, crazy possessiveness, sensitive neurosis.

This was probably the best portrayal of the current Lin Sicheng.

Thinking this, Lu Zhan felt a surge of heartache, reflecting for the first time on whether he had been too ruthless in the past, and the hand holding the young man couldn't help but tighten a bit.

Lowering his eyes to look closely at the child, his face was surprisingly gentle and doting, and his eyes shimmered with a trace of heartache.

He nodded gently and gave a soft "Mn."

"Alright, I promise you, I won't leave, I will stay with you from now on."

"Really? Don't lie to me..."

Lin Sicheng's eyes were red, his face full of paranoia.

"Really."

With little persuasion, Lin Sicheng looked obstinately at Lu Zhan.

"Brother Zhan, should I still believe you..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan gently took the hand on his cheek and placed it on his chest.

He coaxed softly.

"Can you feel it, Sicheng? It's beating much faster. Besides, haven't you already obtained it? All these years, I have never been with anyone else; you are the first."

After Lu Zhan finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, and a cherished kiss landed on his forehead.