Chapter 142 Brother Took the Initiative

Chapter 142: Brother Was the One Who Made a Move

"Brother... where are you looking...?"

Lu Lin's voice suddenly came, with a hint of shyness, a trace of testing, and barely suppressed excitement.

Shen Qingci moved his gaze from where it had been to Lu Lin's face.

Lu Lin had already set down the hairdryer and was standing not far away, watching him.

His just-dried hair was fluffy and soft, tousled atop his head, giving his handsome face a more youthful look.

His cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling as he stared unblinkingly at Shen Qingci.

He was just like a golden retriever.

Shen Qingci's fingers twitched slightly.

He suddenly felt an itch to reach out and pet him.

Instead of answering, Shen Qingci kept his cold eyes fixed on Lu Lin.

After a moment, he said calmly, patting the spot beside the bed:

"Come here."

Lu Lin's eyes lit up even more.

He crossed the room in two steps and flopped down onto the bed, his movements quick and eager, barely containing his excitement.

His head nuzzled Shen Qingci's hand like a puppy asking to be petted, and he called out in a sweet voice:

"Brother~"

Shen Qingci placed his hand on his head.

The hair was fluffy and soft. He ran his fingers through the strands and gently massaged.

Lu Lin squinted, content.

Enjoyment flickered in Shen Qingci's eyes.

He had always dreamed of owning a dog since childhood.

But dogs shed fur and were too much hassle to take care of.

After all, Lu Lin even blow-dried his own hair, so a dog would be out of the question.

Lu Lin relished Shen Qingci's touch, a smile flashing in his eyes.

He lifted his head and pressed the question again:

"Brother, where were you looking just now?"

Shen Qingci's hand froze mid-stroke.

His gaze involuntarily dropped.

Then he averted his gaze, pulled up the blanket, and covered him with it.

"Time to sleep."

Watching his reaction, Lu Lin narrowed his eyes.

A playful smile slowly curled the corner of his mouth.

Is Brother shy?

Is Brother shy because he saw my body?

Does that mean Brother is into him that way?

While he was still thinking, Shen Qingci had already lain down and closed his eyes.

The bedside lamp was still on, casting a soft glow on his cold profile.

His eyelashes lay still, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes.

Lu Lin stared at that face, a storm surging in his eyes.

Excitement, madness, and an obsessive, perverted possessiveness and love—all intertwined.

He slowly leaned in, reached out, and gently wrapped his arms around Shen Qingci.

Then he buried his face in Shen Qingci's neck, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Shen Qingci's body stiffened slightly.

His robe was thin to begin with, and Lu Lin was completely naked.

The moment Lu Lin leaned close, his scorching heat transmitted, like a fire engulfing Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci's eyelashes fluttered, and he instinctively moved.

He didn't know what he'd touched, but a muffled groan came from beside his ear.

Then Lu Lin's low, hoarse voice sounded in his ear, pleading and restrained:

"Brother, don't move."

Shen Qingci slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head slightly to look at the man buried in the crook of his neck.

After a moment of silence, he slowly turned his head the other way, revealing his red ear tips.

Then, obediently, he stayed still.

Seeing the contrast between Shen Qingci's cold expression and his red ear tips, Lu Lin couldn't help but breathe even heavier.

The flushed earlobe, the trembling lashes, the cold face so close.

Every detail of Shen Qingci seemed like the most potent drug, madly eroding his already crumbling sanity.

He wanted to pin this defenseless man beneath him.

He wanted to hear him make more sounds beneath him.

He wanted to see what he looked like beneath him.

Want to...

But I can't. I mustn't.

Lu Lin nuzzled against Shen Qingci's neck, his face full of infatuation and restraint. After several previous attempts, he was afraid that this time he would lose control.

He was afraid that because of his brother's repeated tolerance, he would become presumptuous and overstep.

He was afraid he would lose control.

He was afraid he would hurt his brother.

He couldn't allow it.

He tightened his arms, pulling him closer, as if trying to suppress the urges that were nearly overwhelming his reason.

After a long time.

Shen Qingci furrowed his brows, turned his head to look at the man still buried in the crook of his neck, and thought to himself: Why isn't he dealing with it? How are we supposed to sleep like this? It's poking into my leg and it hurts.

Seeing that Lu Lin still hadn't moved, Shen Qingci spoke coolly, a hint of confusion in his tone:

"Aren't you going to take care of that?"

Hearing this, Lu Lin's arms around him tightened instantly, his breath spilling onto Shen Qingci's neck, tickling, causing Shen Qingci to move involuntarily again.

Lu Lin didn't answer, only showed through his actions that he didn't intend to take care of it this time.

Shen Qingci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

After a moment, he gently lifted his hand.

His eyes shifted slightly, and his earlobes were burning again.

His face remained cool, expressionless.

Then, he imitated the previous movements.

Lu Lin stiffened suddenly, biting his lip and letting out a suppressed groan.

Lu Lin felt like he was losing his mind.

He looked up, breathing heavily, at Shen Qingci, seeing that even as he did this, his face remained cool and elegant.

This contrast was more devastating than any flirtation.

"Brother..."

Lu Lin's voice was hoarse as he lifted his head slightly, looking at Shen Qingci. His eyes were filled with surging desire, deep emotion, and humble begging.

Shen Qingci met his gaze.

Those cool eyes were as calm as still water, but his earlobes were so red they could bleed.

His voice was flat, with a barely perceptible roughness:

"What's wrong?"

Lu Lin's breathing grew heavier.

He looked at his own disheveled, out-of-control, desire-ridden reflection in those calm eyes.

He suddenly laughed.

The smile carried a hint of self-mockery, a trace of resignation, and a love that was obsessive, manic.

He lowered his head, burying it again in Shen Qingci's neck.

His voice was muffled, filled with barely suppressed desire, and he called out softly again:

"Brother..."

Shen Qingci didn't respond.

In the silence, faint, ambiguous sounds could be heard.

He half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and in those normally calm eyes, a thin mist formed from Lu Lin's heavy breathing.

He closed his eyes.

The feeling welling up from deep inside made him react involuntarily.

In the room, there was only...

Some time later.

Lu Lin's body suddenly tensed, letting out a suppressed groan.

Shen Qingci looked down, watched, and was silent for two seconds.

Then, he moved, trying to get up to clean up.

But Lu Lin's arms were still tightly wrapped around him, with no intention of letting go.

"Brother..."

Lu Lin's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying sated contentment and deep attachment.

His face was buried in Shen Qingci's neck, nuzzling like a big, well-fed dog.

Shen Qingci turned his head to look at the head buried in his neck.

He spoke calmly:

"Let go. I need to go wash my hands."

Lu Lin didn't move.

"Lu Lin."

"...Oh."

Lu Lin reluctantly let go.

Shen Qingci got out of bed with the help of his cane and walked toward the bathroom.

His steps were steady, his back slim and straight, the hand hanging at his side... was stained.

Lu Lin lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

His big brother took care of it for him.

And his big brother took the initiative.

His big brother really does like him, loves him.

He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow Shen Qingci had just been lying on, taking a deep breath.

His breath was filled with the familiar, cool, clean scent.