Chapter 41: The One in Master Lu’s Arms in the Jing Circle Has Flipped (14)

Chapter 41: The One in Master Lu's Arms in the Jing Circle Has Flipped (14)

Song Chuyi was forced to look up at Lu Wuqing.

From his angle, he could only see Lu Wuqing’s nearly perfect jawline and the Adam’s apple moving up and down.

"Sleep with me, hmm?"

The hoarse voice sounded in Song Chuyi’s ear.

He blinked and tentatively asked, "What if I don’t want to?"

Lu Wuqing chuckled lightly, a faint but noticeable laugh.

"What do you think?"

His counter-question made Song Chuyi’s hair stand on end, and he immediately agreed.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He grabbed Lu Wuqing’s arm, "Let’s go to bed now!"

It’s just lying there with eyes closed; he could endure it!

Lu Wuqing looked down at Song Chuyi’s hand, then suddenly bent down, his right hand slipping under Song Chuyi’s knees, lifting him up.

Caught off guard by the sudden lift, Song Chuyi instinctively wrapped his arms around Lu Wuqing’s neck, his body tensing slightly.

In just a few steps, Lu Wuqing placed him on the bed, not giving Song Chuyi any chance to speak.

Song Chuyi pulled the blanket over his head, revealing only a pair of round eyes.

Lu Wuqing lay down beside him, "Sleep."

He closed his eyes without looking at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi softly responded, "Mm," mimicking him by closing his eyes.

The breathing beside him gradually steadied, indicating that the person had fallen asleep.

Song Chuyi quietly opened his eyes and unexpectedly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.

His body stiffened, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Haha, sleep, sleep."

He quickly closed his eyes, not daring to open them again easily.

But he couldn’t fall asleep, so he started chatting with Xiaotong.

"Xiaotong, how can I make Lu Wuqing feel a sense of family?"

Xiaotong: "Host, I don’t know!"

Song Chuyi didn’t expect an answer from Xiaotong; he was just asking casually.

"Father and Mother Song have been away on business trips recently and probably won’t be back for a while. I’ll have to stay with Lu Wuqing for the next few days."

Song Chuyi thought for a moment, "Forget it, consider these days as a holiday!"

Even workers who work 996 get a day off; why shouldn’t he take a few days off?

Finding a reason, Song Chuyi convinced Xiaotong to play a TV series in his mind and watched it enthusiastically.

By dawn, after finishing the last episode, he opened his eyes.

Pretending to have just woken up, he rubbed his eyes with his right hand, applying a bit too much force, causing a slight redness at the corners of his eyes.

"Good morning, Master Lu."

He greeted Lu Wuqing, noticing that he was looking at his phone and guessing he was handling work, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

After the bathroom door closed, Lu Wuqing glanced to the side, his left hand reaching out. The warmth from Song Chuyi lingered in the blanket, spreading from his palm to his heart, causing an inexplicable tremor.

He withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened, and continued looking at his phone.

But the screen remained unchanged for a long time.

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Chuyi leaned against the door and stretched lazily.

The slender waist exposed once again glowed almost luminously in the early morning sunlight.

"Master Lu, when will Brother Wang deliver the documents?"

"Can you ask him to bring some breakfast too?"

Lu Wuqing raised an eyebrow slightly, "You sure know how to delegate tasks."

His gaze lingered on Song Chuyi’s waist for a moment.

"Wang Si will be here in half an hour."

His voice was a bit hoarser.

"Got it!" Song Chuyi put his hands down and began waiting for his breakfast.

Since Song Mu wasn’t home, Wang Si directly brought the documents and breakfast into the bedroom.

Wang Si secretly observed the young man sitting at the desk.

Bathed in the sunlight, the young man looked even better than yesterday.

At that moment, Wang Si felt a cold breeze run down his neck and through his heart. He shivered and looked at Lu Wuqing in confusion.

Lu Wuqing's eyes were dark, carrying a warning hint of displeasure.

Wang Si's heart skipped a beat. This... he just glanced a few more times, and Master Lu is angry?

No... it can't be, right?

He looked at Song Chuyi again and heard Lu Wuqing's cold voice say, "Wang Assistant, you may leave."

The intention to dismiss him was clear.

Wang Si had an absurd suspicion but dared not ask about it at this moment. After a quick acknowledgment, he left quickly.

Lu Wuqing glanced sideways at Song Chuyi, who was happily eating breakfast, his eyes darkening slightly, with an indiscernible expression.

After breakfast, Lu Wuqing switched into work mode, while Song Chuyi played with his phone nearby.

That evening, Song Chuyi finally saw Lu Wuqing finish his work and cleared his throat lightly.

"Master Lu, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. Is it okay?"

Lu Wuqing frowned, feeling inexplicably displeased by the young man's cautious demeanor.

It seemed to suggest some distance between them.

"Speak," he said, his voice slightly cold, his expression faintly chilly.

Song Chuyi walked quickly to sit in front of Lu Wuqing, leaning forward closer to him.

"Can you take me to the Surprise Night on Orange TV this Saturday?"

He stared at Lu Wuqing without blinking, as if he would go crazy on the spot if Lu Wuqing said no.

"Do you have a favorite celebrity?" Lu Wuqing played with a black fountain pen, his gaze lowered, his voice indifferent.

"No," Song Chuyi shook his head. "I want to promote my little game."

"That little game I sent you the other day!"

Seeing Lu Wuqing still unresponsive, Song Chuyi grew a bit anxious.

"The one where if you're brothers, come play my little game!"

A flicker of light passed through Lu Wuqing's eyes. "Did you design that?"

"Mm-hm!" Song Chuyi nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's me! Have you played it, Master Lu? Is it fun?"

Lu Wuqing hadn't played the game, but seeing the eager look in the person's eyes, he lied for once.

"It's fun."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up even more. "That's great! I believe my little game will make money!"

Not a few million, but at least half a million or so?

Having some savings gives one confidence!

"Hmm." Lu Wuqing's lips curved slightly. "I can take you, but there's a condition."

"What?" Song Chuyi pressed.

Lu Wuqing spoke with a commanding tone, "Open your mouth."

Confused, Song Chuyi still obediently opened his mouth.

Lu Wuqing's index finger probed inside, touching the small canine tooth. It wasn't too sharp, but rubbing against it caused a slight pain.

Compared to the pain on his back, this was negligible, but... desire surged.

"A'Chu."

His voice was hoarse.