Chapter 40: The Man in Master Lu’s Arms in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (13)

Chapter 40: The Man in Master Lu's Arms in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (13)

Lu Wuqing’s gaze toward Song Chuyi was not innocent.

But Song Chuyi had yet to notice it.

After Song Mu left home, he no longer had to worry about completing his tasks.

Thus, he lay on the bed more recklessly, playing with his phone.

Time quickly passed into the night, and as an injured person, Lu Wuqing went to sleep early.

As for Song Chuyi, there was no way he was going to sleep; he would never sleep in this lifetime.

He was scrolling through Weibo when he came across the promotional material for Orange Channel’s Night of Surprises.

This event had invited many popular celebrities, all of whom were handsome men and beautiful women, making Song Chuyi drool with envy.

He couldn’t help but think that if he could get these people to promote the "Jump Jump" mini-game, wow! He simply couldn’t imagine how popular this game would become!

The Night of Surprises was just three days away, and perhaps he could get Lu Wuqing to take him in!

The more Song Chuyi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, so he silently added it to his to-do list.

The sky outside had completely darkened and then gradually turned a pale white without him noticing.

Song Chuyi was still playing with his phone.

"Didn’t you sleep?"

A sexy, low voice came from behind, startling Song Chuyi so much that he almost dropped his phone.

After managing to steady it, he swallowed hard and turned to look at Lu Wuqing.

"Master Lu, you... you woke up?"

Lu Wuqing stared at him and repeated his question.

Song Chuyi laughed nervously, "Of course I slept, how could I not sleep, ha ha!"

Lu Wuqing’s eyes darkened slightly.

Little liar.

"How did you wake up?" he asked, following along with Song Chuyi’s words.

"I usually don’t need much sleep, ha ha, I usually wake up around this time." Song Chuyi laughed nervously, "Why did you wake up, Master Lu? Is your wound uncomfortable? Should I check it again?"

Lu Wuqing responded with a simple "Mm."

Song Chuyi turned on the light and brought out the first aid kit.

Lu Wuqing had already taken off his shirt and was lying face down, revealing his strong, muscular back.

There were many wounds on his back, most of which had healed, except for one in the middle that still looked gruesome and bloody.

Song Chuyi carefully treated the wound, his fingertips gently brushing over the torn flesh.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Lu Wuqing’s face was buried in the pillow, and his voice sounded rough.

"It’s okay."

Song Chuyi didn’t believe him for a second; such a severe injury must be painful.

But Lu Wuqing was quite resilient, allowing him, an amateur, to treat his wound without even mentioning going to the hospital.

He thought Lu Wuqing would call his private doctor, but he didn’t even do that, even waking up in pain.

What a tough guy!

Song Chuyi had no idea about the unusual state of Lu Wuqing’s body hidden under the blanket, nor did he notice the change in his voice due to his touch, attributing it to the muffled sound from the pillow.

After treating the wound, he put everything away and said casually, "Master Lu, it’s done."

When he returned, he found Lu Wuqing still burying his face in the pillow. He panicked, thinking Lu Wuqing might have suffocated.

He quickly walked over and grabbed Lu Wuqing’s shoulder.

"Master Lu!"

Lu Wuqing opened his eyes, his voice hoarse, "What is it?"

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Nothing, I thought you..."

"What did you think?" Lu Wuqing sat up, put on his shirt, and acted as if the wound on his back didn’t exist, not even changing his expression.

"Nothing, nothing," Song Chuyi brushed it off, "Master Lu, it’s only 4 AM, should you go back to sleep?"

As for him, he was definitely going to continue playing with his phone!

Thinking this, he reached for his phone.

Lu Wuqing noticed a spot of red on Song Chuyi’s fingertips, which were originally pale pink.

It was his blood.

He grabbed Song Chuyi’s wrist, "You got blood on you."

His voice became even hoarser.

"Ah?" Song Chuyi looked closely and realized it was true. "It must have been an accidental stain. Don't worry, I'll just wash it off."

Lu Wuqing said nothing but took a tissue and approached Song Chuyi's index finger.

With a slight pressure, the pristine white tissue turned a faint blood red.

The tip of Song Chuyi's finger, which had only a small spot of blood, now appeared redder, almost translucent.

Song Chuyi felt some pain from the rubbing and tried to pull his hand back, but Lu Wuqing held it tighter.

"Master Lu, I can wash it myself."

Lu Wuqing half-lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting a faint shadow on his eyelids.

"Do you find me repulsive?"

"Ah?" Song Chuyi was full of questions, completely bewildered.

Even if it was his own blood, he still needed to wash it off. How could this be about finding him repulsive?

"Master Lu, that's not what I meant," he explained. "It's dirty, isn't it?"

If it's dirty, it should be washed.

Indeed, if it's dirty, it should be washed. The depths of Lu Wuqing's pupils grew darker, as if they could suck Song Chuyi in.

He lowered his head and, under Song Chuyi's surprised gaze, took his fingertip into his mouth.

After two seconds, he released it.

The blood was gone, replaced by a glistening sheen, highlighting the natural redness of his fingertip, making it look alluring.

"It's clean now."

Lu Wuqing's voice was so hoarse it barely formed words.

Song Chuyi: ...

There was no more blood, but there was saliva!

He took two tissues and wiped vigorously.

Lu Wuqing watched his actions without saying anything.

Song Chuyi wiped again and then went to wash his hand, finally satisfied.

He didn't return to the bed but sat in the gaming chair in front of the desk, supporting his face with one hand.

"Master Lu, go to sleep. Brother Wang will probably bring documents tomorrow."

"Aren't you sleeping?" Lu Wuqing asked.

The sky was already lightening, though the sun had yet to rise, allowing a faint light to enter.

It fell perfectly on Song Chuyi.

"I'm awake, not sleepy," Song Chuyi lied. He couldn't tell Lu Wuqing that he couldn't sleep, could he?

Who doesn't sleep?

"Liar," Lu Wuqing murmured softly, suddenly getting up and walking barefoot towards Song Chuyi.

His feet were large, his ankles slender yet exuding strength. Stepping on the cold floor, he didn't appear weak but rather gave off a terrifying sense of power.

Song Chuyi swallowed nervously. Indeed, those who had been involved in the underworld were different!

Unconsciously, he curled his legs, hugging his knees, with his pale heels resting against the edge of the chair, his toes curling nervously and pitifully.

Lu Wuqing walked up to him, turned the chair with his left hand, and positioned Song Chuyi to face him fully.

He leaned his left hand on the armrest and placed his right hand on the backrest, with veins visibly bulging on his arms.

His tall stature and broad shoulders created an oppressive presence.

This posture completely enveloped Song Chuyi in his shadow, filling his vision with his figure and his nose with his scent.

Even escape seemed impossible.