Chapter 141 He Likes Lu Lin

Chapter 141: He Likes Lu Lin [Lu Lin]

The search results popped up quickly.

He looked down at them, his gaze calm, skimming through quickly.

Picking out the key phrases: thinking about them now and then, looking forward to seeing them, feeling strangely possessive, wanting to touch them, and making them part of future plans.

Shen Qingci looked at those items, his fingers lightly swiping across the screen.

He sank into thought.

He had always thought that his kindness toward Lu Lin, his unusual tolerance, and even his silent approval of Lu Lin’s closeness, were all because he felt guilty.

Because he hadn’t taken good care of him, had made him wait ten years, and had made him the way he is now.

But now…

He went through each item, comparing them one by one.

Missing him.

When he had free time, yeah, he would think of Lu Lin.

Wondering what the kid was up to, if he was about to do something stupid again.

Sometimes, even while working, when he encountered something related to Lu Lin or even unrelated but… something that reminded him of Lu Lin, he would inexplicably think of Lu Lin, as if the thought had a mind of its own.

Possessiveness?

Shen Qingci lightly tapped the screen.

He didn’t really feel possessive of Lu Lin.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the misunderstanding when Lu Lin had that cut on his lip.

But that feeling lasted just a flash.

Touch.

When Lu Lin was really obedient or showed expressions he hadn’t seen before, he did want to touch him.

To pat his head, to squeeze his cheeks, to…

He lowered his eyes and continued reading the next entry.

Including him in his plans.

From the moment he decided to let Lu Lin pursue him, Lu Lin was already part of his plans.

Every day in the future would have him in it.

So…

He likes Lu Lin?

Shen Qingci held his phone and started to zone out.

It was late at night outside, moonlight spilling through the gap in the curtains, spreading a small patch of silver on the floor.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

After a long while.

He slowly lowered his eyes.

A flicker of an unnameable emotion appeared in his cool, clear eyes.

It wasn’t the confusion of not understanding his own emotions.

Nor was it surprise at realizing he had feelings.

It was a faint, as if finally finding the answer… a sense of understanding.

He likes Lu Lin.

It’s just that he didn’t know when this liking started, nor what to do with it.

The water stopped running in the bathroom.

Shen Qingci snapped out of it and put his phone aside.

He picked up the book again, opened it, and let his eyes fall on the page.

He moved as calmly as ever.

Only he knew that, in that instant, his heartbeat had suddenly picked up a little.

"Big brother, can you grab my pajamas?"

Lu Lin popped his wet head out of the bathroom, water dripping down his cheeks and onto his bare shoulders.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at Shen Qingci, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

Shen Qingci’s gaze landed on his face.

At that moment, he thought of the results from his earlier search.

When you like someone, you can't help wanting to touch them.

Shen Qingci pushed down his emotions, using his cane, got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and opened the door.

Inside, their clothes were neatly folded.

His robes were all silk—light, soft, some floor-length, some just to the thigh.

Lu Lin’s pajamas, on the other hand, were long-sleeved tops and pants, covering him up completely.

Shen Qingci's eyes lingered on the pajamas for a second.

He remembered the note mentioning Lu Lin had eighteen cut scars on his wrists.

He reached for a set of dark blue pajamas.

Walking to the bathroom door.

Lu Lin held out his hand, fingers long and still damp from the bath:

Thanks, Brother.

Shen Qingci's gaze fell on his wrist.

On that wrist, the crisscrossing scars had turned bright red from the steam, looking clearer than usual.

Before he could see clearly, Lu Lin yanked his hand back.

Shen Qingci lifted his eyes, his gaze cold and clear.

Lu Lin's eyes darted away, not daring to meet his gaze.

He lowered his head, his voice a little unsteady:

"Brother can just leave the clothes by the door. I..."

"Lu Lin."

Shen Qingci's cold voice interrupted him.

Lu Lin fell silent instantly.

He hung his head, standing nervously just inside the doorway, his wet hair still dripping.

Shen Qingci looked at him and said flatly:

"Come out and put your clothes on."

Lu Lin was taken aback. He looked up, his eyes full of bewilderment:

"I should go out... and then get dressed?"

Shen Qingci nodded.

Lu Lin's face flushed slightly.

He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

His movements were hesitant and a little shy.

But when his eyes fell on Shen Qingci, a barely hidden excitement appeared in them.

Is Brother trying to look at my body? Has he fallen for my body? What if Brother wants to do something embarrassing with me?

As Lu Lin thought this, his face grew redder and his eyes grew more excited.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingci, completely unaware of Lu Lin's thoughts, focused his gaze on Lu Lin's wrist.

Those uneven scars were particularly glaring under the light.

It was clear that after Lu Lin cut his wrists, the cuts had been treated very well, with none of the scars developing keloids, but in some especially deep places, the new skin had a noticeable difference in color from the surrounding skin.

One, two, three...

"Brother."

Lu Lin's voice snapped his attention back:

"You didn't get me underwear..."

Shen Qingci's gaze subconsciously moved downward.

That area had somehow already become half-erect.

Shen Qingci lifted his eyes to meet Lu Lin's face, flushed with excitement, and said calmly:

"Get it yourself. And who says you have to wear underwear to sleep?"

Hearing Shen Qingci's words, Lu Lin blinked.

He threw the pajamas he was holding aside and ran straight to Shen Qingci.

"Then Brother, can I skip the underwear?"

His hand brushed against Shen Qingci's hand, and he leaned his whole body against Shen Qingci, his body radiating heat that was almost scorching.

Shen Qingci's ears grew a little hot.

He pushed away Lu Lin's hot body, averted his eyes, and walked toward the bed with his cane.

After a few steps, he paused and said without looking back:

"Do whatever you want, but don't get my blanket dirty."

Lu Lin stared blankly at the slender back, watched him return to the bed, and saw that cool, ethereal face glow softly under the bedside lamp.

Lu Lin's Adam's apple bobbed. He withdrew his gaze and let out a low laugh.

Brother's ears are red. So adorable.

Has he secretly learned something new again, and now thinks men shouldn't touch each other?

Encouraged by Shen Qingci's words, Lu Lin not only skipped the underwear but also ditched the pajamas entirely. He swaggered over to Shen Qingci's usual spot, grabbed the hair dryer, and started drying his hair.

Shen Qingci leaned against the headboard and picked up the book again.

But he couldn't take in a single word.

Lu Lin's figure moved back and forth in the room, making his eyes blur.

His peripheral vision was full of the man's nearly perfect, tall, lean body.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth, powerful muscles, and well-defined abs bursting with vitality.

His skin was slightly flushed from the recent bath, with a healthy glow under the light.

Shen Qingci decisively closed the book.

He lifted his eyes and openly stared at the man drying his hair.

His gaze slid from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, to his firm, rounded buttocks, to his long, straight legs.

Finally landing on that place that had already tented against his stomach.

Staring at that object, he had just one thought:

That thing going in...

Would it really not put me in the hospital?

If he wound up in the hospital over this, would he ever be able to show his face again?