Chapter 46: The Favorite of Jing Circle’s Master Lu Has Met with an Accident (19)

Chapter 46: The Favorite of Jing Circle's Master Lu Has Met with an Accident (19)

The surroundings were bright, but only he was enveloped in shadows.

The oppressive presence of Lu Wuqing's tall figure was even stronger than Song Chuyi had imagined.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be gasping for breath by now?

In a daze, he heard Lu Wuqing speak.

"Nothing."

He moved slightly, and the shadow faded a bit.

The glaring light fell into Song Chuyi's eyes, making him squint.

"Brother Qing, the lights in your room are really bright."

He turned his body to avoid the direct glare.

With one hand resting on the back of the sofa, he let it dangle and swing gently in the air.

Lu Wuqing sat down beside him at some point, causing the sofa to dip under his weight.

"A'Chu."

He called out this name that belonged solely to him.

"Do you like it here?"

"I do!" Song Chuyi replied without hesitation, "The house here is so big, much bigger than the Song residence."

This was true; the Song residence was about 160 square meters, while this large apartment was around 200 to 300 square meters.

However, he had also noticed that although it was spacious, there were very few rooms.

Apart from the necessary master bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, there wasn't even an extra room.

Almost all the space was occupied by the living room, making it feel vast and empty, especially high up here, it felt colder.

Lu Wuqing seemed pleased with his answer, even showing a hint of a smile.

"Good."

He held Song Chuyi's hand, lowering his voice.

"From now on, don't go back to the Lu family or the Song family."

"Just stay here."

Song Chuyi: ? ? ?

No way! Is the plot developing like this!

"No!" He immediately replied, "How can I not go back?"

"Forget the Song family, but my biological parents are at the Lu family!"

Lu Wuqing's expression darkened, and the living room suddenly felt cooler.

"Do they deserve to be called parents?"

Clearly, he hated them deeply.

It made sense; being cursed and beaten since childhood, unable to even have a full meal, it was impossible not to hate them.

This hatred almost consumed his entire life, shaping his obsessive and dictatorial nature, leading him down the path of destruction.

Song Chuyi tried to put himself in Lu Wuqing's shoes and realized he couldn't convince him not to hate them.

Of course, he wouldn't try to convince him either.

But he still needed to complete the task, so did he need to work on the parents from both families?

Lost in thought, Song Chuyi didn't notice Lu Wuqing moving closer to him.

His large hand had already circled around his waist, ready to pull him into his embrace with just a slight effort.

His breathing grew heavier, particularly noticeable in the quiet living room.

When Song Chuyi came to his senses, he was startled by how close Lu Wuqing was. Instinctively, he bit down on a piece of flesh on his chest through the thin shirt.

Even through the fabric, he managed to bite down!

It was a bit hard.

He ground his teeth.

Lu Wuqing grunted softly, his breathing heavier.

Thinking he had bitten him too hard, Song Chuyi quickly released his mouth.

"I didn't mean to."

"Who told you to get so close and scare me?"

He accused him first, aiming to take control of the situation.

Lu Wuqing lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes, concealing the darkness within.

"Nothing."

His voice was hoarse, hiding a barely perceptible desire.

"My fault."

His straightforward admission made Song Chuyi feel a bit embarrassed.

He cleared his throat and raised his hand to touch the spot he had bitten just now, rubbing it gently.

"Did it hurt?"

"Sorry, you suddenly got close, and I got scared."

"Are you going to hold a grudge?"

Lu Wuqing grabbed Song Chuyi's wandering hand and changed his sitting position.

He crossed his legs, seemingly trying to conceal something.

"No," his voice was almost unrecognizably hoarse, "it's my fault."

His Adam's apple moved restlessly, and the suppressed desire suddenly lost control as the pain hit.

"Sorry." As if resigning himself to fate, Lu Wuqing closed his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of pleading, "I'll go to the bathroom."

"Don't look."

A large hand covered Song Chuyi's eyes.

The sound of fabric rubbing against itself echoed in his ears.

When light fell back into his eyes, all he could see was Lu Wuqing's tall back.

Song Chuyi was puzzled, "Didn't eat anything, right? Could it be diarrhea?"

In the bathroom, Lu Wuqing stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes deep and dark.

Cold water from the faucet flowed endlessly.

He lowered his head and leaned close to the faucet, letting the merciless cold water splash on his face.

Even his hair became slightly wet.

The icy water barely managed to quench the rising heat, and Lu Wuqing gradually calmed down.

He turned off the faucet, glanced at his reflection in the mirror, and prepared to leave but paused when he caught sight of the damp spot on his shirt out of the corner of his eye.

Lu Wuqing lifted his shirt, revealing a small bite mark below his left chest, over his heart.

The bite mark wasn't deep, indicating that its owner hadn't really used much force.

He stared at the tiny bite mark, and Song Chuyi's sweet voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"Brother Qing~"

The young man was restless, his small mouth always moving except when eating or sleeping.

When he pretended to be fierce, he would puff out his cheeks and scratch lightly with his small claws.

Occasionally, he would tease, and those were the times he looked the most adorable, without any coquettishness.

His eyes were beautiful, like a cat's, but brighter than a cat's.

When truly angry, he would take a bite, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Lu Wuqing pressed his hand against the bite mark.

His self-control suddenly slipped away.

He bit down on the lifted shirt, his breathing growing heavier.

His face reflected in the mirror, cold yet entranced, as if captivated by someone.

Lu Wuqing stayed in the bathroom for an unusually long time, so long that Song Chuyi couldn't help but knock on the door.

"Brother Qing, are you okay? Should I get you some medicine?"

A muffled groan came from inside, followed by the sound of running water.

A minute later, the door opened from the inside.

Lu Wuqing's bangs were damp, and there were still a few droplets of water on his face.

His large, knuckled hand was slightly damp, cooling his feverish body.

"Nothing."

His voice was hoarse, yet oddly alluring.

Song Chuyi felt an itch in his ears and couldn't resist pinching his earlobe, slowly responding:

"Good to hear."

"You look uncomfortable. Did you eat something at the banquet?"

"No." Lu Wuqing walked towards the sofa, "It's late, let's go to bed."

Song Chuyi nodded, "Then I'll use the bathroom too."

He had just finished speaking when a gust of wind brushed past him, and the bathroom door slammed shut.

He looked at Lu Wuqing in confusion.

Lu Wuqing remained calm and explained, "The toilet is broken. Go use the one in the master bedroom."

Song Chuyi suddenly understood and gave him a slightly sympathetic look.

As expected of a villain, even using the toilet can clog it!

Lu Wuqing seemed to guess what he was thinking and frowned slightly, wanting to explain but then thought better of it, swallowing his words.

Song Chuyi patted Lu Wuqing on the shoulder and turned to head for the bathroom in the master bedroom.

After he left, Lu Wuqing opened the bathroom door and turned on the ventilation to clear the smell.

This way, A'Chu wouldn't discover that he was a pervert.