8: Chapter 8 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 7

Lu Zhan had slept very deeply this time. When he woke up, his mind was still a bit foggy and his eyes were somewhat dazed.

It took him a long while to sit up, but his neck felt extremely uncomfortable, radiating an uneasy ache.

A series of clinking and clanging sounds of metal reached his ears, and Lu Zhan suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He looked down and saw a gold chain around his ankle that hadn't been there before.

Lu Zhan: "..."

Lu Zhan: "?"

The other end was firmly fixed into a buckle that was seamlessly integrated with the wall.

In that instant, Lu Zhan's mind went blank; this was a result he had never anticipated under any circumstances.

Lu Zhan instinctively curled his long legs. The glittering gold chain dangled and clattered against the floor, bringing him back to his senses.

Ten minutes later, Lu Zhan had no choice but to accept this preposterous reality.

Judging by the visible length of the chain, his range of movement was likely limited to this bedroom.

This was far too different from any of the outcomes he had predicted...

No matter how he thought about it, Lu Zhan couldn't convince himself to accept this calmly. He was still sitting on the bed in a daze when the door was suddenly opened.

Someone walked in, and what met his eyes was Lin Sicheng's handsome face. His expression was as calm as usual, appearing oblivious to the changes in the room as if everything before him was perfectly normal.

Carrying a tray in his hands, he curled his lips into a smile at Lu Zhan, his eyes still filled with softness: "Mister, you're awake? Come, let's eat."

Lin Sicheng's cooking was as good as ever, the aroma of the food was mouth-watering, and they were all Lu Zhan's favorite dishes, yet for once, he had no appetite at all.

He instinctively stretched his long legs, causing the clinking sound to ring out again. A rare look of embarrassment appeared on Lu Zhan's face, and his perennial indifference was replaced by shame and indignation.

Whenever he thought about how he, through a single lapse of caution, had been locked to a bed by this brat, he found it difficult to maintain even basic composure.

"Xiao Cheng... what is the meaning of this?"

His slightly curly hair had been carelessly brushed back by its owner without careful grooming, giving it a somewhat messy beauty.

His slightly nearsighted eyes were without glasses, forcing him to squint slightly when looking at people closely.

His pajamas were wide open, revealing a large expanse of porcelain-white chest, the dense marks left from last night on his neck, and the gold chain worn on his ankle.

All of this made Lu Zhan's entire being brim with an erotic undertone, a sensation that had never appeared on him before.

Lu Zhan had always been indifferent, cold, and transcendent, standing high above. When had he ever been so vulnerable and at the mercy of others?

Looking at Mister like this, Lin Sicheng felt a morbid, uncontrollable desire rising again, along with an extreme sense of possessiveness accompanied by an irrepressible excitement.

It made every pore of his body tremble faintly, his pupils dilated slightly, and his nerve endings continuously transmitted stimulating feedback to his brain.

Lu Zhan was now imprisoned in Lin Sicheng's territory. With the gold lock fastened, he couldn't escape even if he had wings, leaving him entirely at Lin Sicheng's mercy.

He forced himself to suppress his hands, which were shaking from excitement, yet his face remained gentle as he said, "It's nothing."

Setting the tray temporarily on the bedside table, Lin Sicheng sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab Lu Zhan's wrist firmly. With a pull, the other man uncontrollably tumbled into his arms.

"Xiao Cheng, let go. What do you think you're doing?"

Lu Zhan's voice carried a hint of exasperation, and his body began to struggle, but it was in vain. As if from the lingering effects of a drug, his body felt somewhat weak and limp.

The moment he touched that straight back, Lin Sicheng couldn't hold back. He directly ignored the struggle of the person in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed...

He cupped Lu Zhan's face with an air that brooked no refusal, unhurriedly savoring the taste.

Lu Zhan's worldview, maintained for many years, was shattered by what was happening now.

The male lead must be crazy! He was actually kissing him! They were two men, and he had always prided himself on being a straight man through and through.

Although he couldn't say he felt disgusted, it was still so bizarre that Lu Zhan only wanted to end it immediately. Since struggling was ineffective, he bit Lin Sicheng hard. He tasted iron in his mouth—he must have drawn blood!

Lin Sicheng gave a light hum and finally let go of Lu Zhan.

"Mister, why so eager? You've even broken Xiao Cheng's tongue."

As he spoke, he even poked out his bright red tongue before Lu Zhan's eyes, clearly not caring at all. The honorific in his words was filled with a teasing tone that showed he felt no shame, but rather pride.

Lu Zhan spoke with a laugh born of extreme anger.

"Xiao Cheng, you and I are both men. I am thirty-two years old this year, and you are only twenty-three. I believe I have helped you a lot in the past; how can you do this?"

"Let me go quickly. For the sake of our past relationship, I won't hold this against you. Otherwise, if I escape in the future, you won't ever need to show your face before me again."

"Besides, you won't be able to keep me trapped for long. My eldest and second brothers will surely notice."

Lin Sicheng's pretense completely dissipated upon hearing Lu Zhan's words.

Now, only his original obsession, madness, and a face full of gloomy violence remained. His entire aura changed drastically; at this moment, Lin Sicheng actually gave off a neurotic vibe.

He had originally thought that as long as he had the person, he would be satisfied, and he wouldn't ask for anything else.

But now, hearing Mister's words about wanting to draw a clear line between them, the pain in his heart intensified to an almost unbearable degree.

Why don't we just die together? If we do, will we be together forever? Then no one will ever be able to separate us again!

Lin Sicheng's eyes traced Lu Zhan's features. Within those eyes overflowing with obsessive madness, a flicker of determination suddenly appeared. His expression was one of violent resolve mixed with relief—a very complex and volatile set of emotions.

Before Lu Zhan could confirm anything, 009's anxious voice rang out in his mind.

"Warning, warning! Detected violent fluctuations in the male lead's blackening value, and it is currently rising. Please resolve this quickly, host, and stabilize or eliminate the blackening value, otherwise the mission will be judged a failure."