7: Chapter 7 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 6

Lu Zhan shook his head. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a bit dizzy, and his vision seemed to be doubling. Was he really just too tired?

Feeling a bit unwell, Lu Zhan raised his right hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. After resting for a moment, he planned to stand up and return to bed.

However, as soon as Lu Zhan stood up, his legs felt weak. Before he could even take a step, he began to topple to one side.

Lin Sicheng caught Lu Zhan as if he had been prepared all along. Holding him halfway, he leaned his lips close to Lu Zhan's earlobe and whispered like a lover.

"Mister, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me help you to the bed to rest, alright?"

His voice was full of concern and anxiety, but his eyes overflowed with deep darkness and paranoid madness. His face bore the excitement of having his wish fulfilled and a faint, eerie smile.

It was a sight that would make anyone's heart skip a beat in fear.

Unfortunately, Lu Zhan's body was weak, his head was groggy, and his gaze was heavily unfocused; there was no way he could notice the change in Lin Sicheng.

Even if he had noticed something was wrong, Lu Zhan was now like a fish on a chopping block, powerless to resist.

As someone suddenly drew close to his earlobe and hot breath fanned against the side of his face, Lu Zhan instinctively tilted his head away slightly, completely ignoring what Lin Sicheng was saying.

Receiving no response from the person in his arms, Lin Sicheng felt no dissatisfaction. Instead, his body trembled slightly from the excitement and thrill within.

Mister, from today on, you will be mine, and mine alone. I will never give you the chance to leave again, nor will I let what happened five years ago repeat itself.

Thinking this, Lin Sicheng tightened his arms around Lu Zhan's waist.

The loss of control over his body caused Lu Zhan to overlook Lin Sicheng's unusually intimate actions.

Lu Zhan clearly felt that something was very wrong; it wasn't just simple discomfort. His groggy mind struggled to function.

He had been fine just a moment ago, and then this happened. During that time, the only thing he had consumed was the hot milk Lin Sicheng had brought him.

So, there was something wrong with that milk. The hired servants and the butler weren't scheduled to arrive until tomorrow; there was no one else in the villa. It could only be that Lin Sicheng had drugged him.

But why? Or was it for revenge?

Lu Zhan was displeased. He had hidden himself so well. The brat who had seemed pure and harmless inside and out was now such a calculating, deceptive Black-bellied individual; even Lu Zhan had been fooled.

But it didn't matter. He was here to resolve the Male Protagonist's Blackening anyway. This worked out; now that the Male Protagonist had made his move, he could take the opportunity to find the root cause and solve the problem once and for all.

As for fame, fortune, and even his life, for Lu Zhan, as long as the mission succeeded, everything else was as fleeting as drifting clouds... This was Lu Zhan's final thought before losing consciousness.

Lin Sicheng held the unconscious Lu Zhan in his arms, his eyes carefully tracing the cool and handsome features before he leaned down to kiss him...

Lu Zhan's lips were visibly red and swollen, but no wounds were left.

Although Lin Sicheng's heart was now filled with paranoid madness, fortunately, he cherished Lu Zhan as much as ever.

He always remembered that his Mister was most afraid of pain. Although he was a generation older and nearly ten years his senior, he was far less able to endure pain than Lin Sicheng himself.

Perhaps it was because the Mister had been born noble and his life had been too smooth, never having experienced any hardship, which resulted in him being unable to bear even the slightest pain.

Lin Sicheng bent down and gently picked Lu Zhan up, walking steadily to the bedside. He placed Lu Zhan on the bed and then turned to leave the room.

After a while, Lin Sicheng entered again, this time holding an exquisite box. Inside were some toys that Lin Sicheng had prepared a long time ago.

At that time, Lin Sicheng had thought that one day, he would definitely use them on Lu Zhan so that he could keep the Mister by his side, unable to go anywhere else.

He had always looked forward to this day and believed that these things would look beautiful on the Mister. Just thinking about it made Lin Sicheng's heart, which had just calmed down, surge with emotion once again.

Eagerly taking the item out, it shimmered with a golden light under the lamps. Lin Sicheng moved the nightstand slightly, revealing a buckle embedded in the reinforced concrete wall. Two clicks echoed in the silent room, sounding like a lock engaging.

Surveying his handiwork, the paranoid madness in Lin Sicheng's eyes lessened slightly, but morbid desire flashed frequently.

Lin Sicheng lifted Lu Zhan's hands one by one to his lips for a light kiss. His right hand gently caressed Lu Zhan's cheek before slowly moving down to his chest and abdomen.

Perhaps still feeling it wasn't enough, he buried his face in Lu Zhan's neck for a long while before straightening up, his face finally showing a hint of eerie, neurotic satisfaction.

Under the light... (Censored)

"That's enough for today. I'll let the Mister off for now, since I dote on him the most."

Lin Sicheng muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of indulgence, but in this setting, it made one's skin crawl. He then walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down in Lu Zhan's arms.

Lin Sicheng had used a barrage of sugar-coated bullets to stir up a bit of guilt in Lu Zhan. The meticulously prepared villa evoked Lu Zhan's memories of their beginning, and his seemingly pure, innocent, and sincere heart had caused Lu Zhan to lower his guard.

Just like that, he had fallen defenselessly into the magnificent trap that Lin Sicheng had carefully woven!