Chapter 91 After Kissing, Get Out

Chapter 91: Once You’re Done Kissing, Get Out

Lu Lin’s kiss was very light.

As light as a feather landing on water, with cautious exploration and near-reverent care.

His lips just lightly pressed against Shen Qingci’s, not daring to press harder, deepen it, or linger even a second longer.

He just kept brushing against them, over and over, like he was savoring something infinitely precious.

Shen Qingci let him kiss, his cool, clear eyes half-closed, his lashes casting faint shadows beneath them.

He remembered that night.

Even though he thought he had drunk the drugged milk, even though there were countless opportunities to do more while he was asleep.

But Lu Lin had just done that—carefully, timidly, pressing one kiss to his lips.

Just one.

That’s all.

And then he did nothing else.

As Shen Qingci thought about this, he suddenly felt a tickle on his lips.

Lu Lin was still lightly brushing against them, like a puppy trying to win over its owner. The touch was so light it tickled, spreading from his lips straight to his heart.

He pushed Lu Lin away gently.

Lu Lin froze, his eyes instantly filling with unease and hurt.

Shen Qingci didn’t meet his eyes.

Instead, he lifted his hand a little and touched his lips with his fingertips.

The warmth of Lu Lin’s kiss still lingered—warm and soft.

Then, under Lu Lin’s gaze, he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his lips.

The movement was light, with an unconscious laziness, like he was savoring the aftertaste.

The wet tip of his tongue glided across his lips, leaving a faint, moist sheen, making his already pretty lips look even softer and fuller.

Lu Lin’s breathing got audibly heavier for a second.

Shen Qingci looked up, his eyes still clear and cold, showing no desire.

He parted his lips a little, his voice as cool as always:

“Okay, you can leave now.”

Lu Lin hugged him tighter.

He didn’t let go; instead, he pulled him closer.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse with a hint of grievance and discontent:

“Brother… I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

Shen Qingci looked at him, a faint, almost invisible hint of amusement flickering in his cold eyes.

“Haven’t kissed, or haven’t had your fill?”

Lu Lin’s body gave a slight tremble.

He didn’t answer; instead, he buried his face in Shen Qingci’s neck.

His warm breath hit the sensitive skin of Shen Qingci’s neck, sending a tingling shiver through him.

His hand silently moved to Shen Qingci’s waist.

His fingertips lightly traced the sensitive hollow there.

Shen Qingci’s body immediately went limp.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation burst from that spot, racing up his spine and flooding his whole body.

His hand instinctively grabbed Lu Lin’s collar, and his breath hitched for a second.

“Brother…”

Lu Lin’s voice came muffled from his neck, low and thick with barely hidden excitement and hoarseness.

He felt Shen Qingci’s body respond, and from an angle Shen Qingci couldn’t see, the corner of his mouth curled into a smug smile.

He lifted his head a little to look at Shen Qingci.

That cold, otherworldly face was now tinged with a faint pink.

Those eyes, still clear and cold, now seemed covered with a thin, moist mist.

Lu Lin’s eyes darkened.

He pressed his lips to the ones he’d been craving.

This time, it wasn’t that featherlight touch.

He kissed hard, yet carefully controlled his strength, gently prying open Shen Qingci’s lips and teeth, slipping into that warm mouth.

Testing, inviting, slowly exploring deeper into that space.

Shen Qingci’s body stiffened noticeably.

The unfamiliar sensation made him instinctively want to resist. His hand pressed against Lu Lin’s chest, trying to push him away.

But Lu Lin was faster.

One hand slipped under Shen Qingci’s clothes, his fingertips gliding lightly over the sensitive hollow of his waist.

Shen Qingci’s body jerked violently, and all his resistance dissolved in an instant.

Once the force of his resistance faded, it was replaced by a numbness and weakness he had never experienced before.

His hand still rested on Lu Lin’s chest, but it had no strength left.

Lu Lin grasped his wrist and gently pulled his hand away.

Then, their fingers intertwined.

The room was left with only the wet sounds of their kiss, along with increasingly heavy breathing.

Those sounds were amplified in the quiet room, pounding against both their hearts, one beat after another.

Shen Qingci let him kiss him.

He thought, once he's had enough, he'll stop, right?

But "enough" took way too long.

After who knows how long, Shen Qingci found it harder to breathe, his chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and shoved Lu Lin away.

He panted softly, staring at Lu Lin.

That cold, ethereal face was now flushed a faint pink, his lips swollen and wet from kissing, still glistening.

Those usually icy eyes were now misty with a watery haze, making him look incredibly tempting.

Lu Lin watched, almost losing his mind.

"Had your fill of kissing?"

Shen Qingci spoke, his voice a little hoarse, his tone still cool.

Lu Lin's Adam's apple bobbed hard.

He let out a reluctant, barely audible "Mm."

Shen Qingci gave a faint nod.

Then, he lifted his foot and kicked Lu Lin, not hard but with clear intent.

The force wasn't strong, but it was a clear signal to get lost.

Lu Lin instinctively caught his ankle.

Shen Qingci let him, his cool voice cutting through the quiet room:

"You done kissing? Then get out. I'm tired."

Lu Lin didn't speak.

He just stared at him—at that face that said harsh words but still showed the aftermath of passion, at those cold lips that were unmistakably swollen, at those eyes that were both cool and lazy, at the faint glimpse of collarbone under his slightly open robe.

Then he bent down.

Under Shen Qingci's gaze, he gently scooped him up.

Shen Qingci didn't struggle.

He even shifted slightly, finding a cozier spot in Lu Lin's arms, and leaned in.

A faint smile tugged at Lu Lin's lips.

He looked at that cold, beautiful face cradled in his arms, at how calm and composed he stayed even while being held like this, at those half-lidded, lazy eyes.

The intensity in his eyes was almost spilling over.

Just like Zhou Jin said.

His brother had his own unique take on love and desire.

No resistance, no awkwardness, no acting coy.

He accepted it openly, responded openly, enjoyed it openly.

Even openly... ordering him around.

Lu Lin gently laid him down on the bed and pulled the covers over him.

He looked at Shen Qingci for a long time.

Then, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on Shen Qingci's forehead.

"Good night, brother."

Shen Qingci closed his eyes and didn't respond.

But Lu Lin knew he had heard.