Chapter 152 The Puppy Is Overjoyed

Chapter 152: Puppy Overjoyed

“Brother, from now on, I’ll be all you need.”

Lu Lin spoke softly, gently lifting Shen Qingci onto his lap.

He leaned down and placed a light kiss at the corner of Shen Qingci’s lips—gentle, tender, as if soothing and reassuring him.

His voice was soft, coaxing:

“Let’s settle old scores—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Okay?”

Shen Qingci leaned against him, his cool eyes lifting slightly to cast an indifferent glance.

Parting his thin lips, he spoke coldly:

“Who are you trying to coax?”

Lu Lin’s coaxing faltered. He paused for a beat, then buried his face in Shen Qingci’s chest and took a deep breath.

His voice emerged muffled, edged with quiet grievance:

“Brother is coaxing *me*.”

Shen Qingci looked down at the furry head cradled in his arms. He remained silent for a moment.

Then he reached out, grasped Lu Lin’s collar, and pulled him free from his embrace.

He slid off Lu Lin’s lap, steadied himself with his cane, and looked down at the bewildered man still seated on the bed.

His tone was icy as he commanded:

“Change the bedding, clean yourself up, then get into my bed.”

Lu Lin’s eyes lit up instantly. He replied, voice soft and sweet, brimming with unmistakable adoration:

“Okay~”

He watched Shen Qingci walk into the bathroom, leaning on his cane, listened to the door click shut behind him—and a slow, tender smile lifted the corners of his lips.

He stood, briskly began changing the bedding, humming lightly under his breath like a large, blissful dog.

From the closet, he pulled out a brand-new set—vibrant red. He spread it out, smoothed it carefully, and flattened every crease with meticulous attention.

Red sheets, red duvet cover, red pillowcases—a joyful sea of crimson.

Lu Lin surveyed the freshly made bed and nodded, satisfied.

In his mind, he thought: *If only a couple of “double happiness” characters were pasted up, it would be perfect.*

He wondered whether he’d ever get the chance.

As the thought crossed his mind, a deeper, warmer smile curved his lips.

Once the bed was done, he dashed to the next room to shower.

Then he went downstairs to prepare milk for Shen Qingci.

-

The kitchen light was still on.

Uncle Fu moved slowly around the stove, one hand resting on his lower back.

Each motion was deliberate, halting—his aged spine slightly hunched in the warm light, a sight that tugged at the heart.

Lu Lin stopped at the kitchen entrance, staring at that back. His lips pressed into a thin line.

Then he stepped forward and gently took over.

“Go rest,” he said, voice stiff, eyes fixed elsewhere. “Don’t overexert yourself for now. Let the staff handle it.”

Uncle Fu blinked in surprise.

He studied Lu Lin’s awkward expression, his evasive gaze, the faint furrow between his brows—then a gentle, kind smile slowly bloomed across his weathered face. He nodded and shuffled toward the door.

Lu Lin prepared two cups of milk in the kitchen. Carrying them, he walked to Uncle Fu’s room, hesitated briefly, then knocked.

The door opened immediately.

Uncle Fu stood there, looking at him with mild confusion:

“Mr. Lu, is something the matter?”

Lu Lin pressed his lips together, then handed over a cup of milk—voice rigid, reluctant, words stilted:

“This one has pain-relieving properties and no side effects. I left it on the table—it works well.”

He paused, then added:

“Tomorrow, I’ll have someone prepare medicated patches for you.”

With that, he pressed the cup into Uncle Fu’s hands and turned away, heading upstairs without a backward glance—his back almost retreating in haste.

Uncle Fu stood at the doorway, watching Lu Lin’s figure vanish around the stairwell corner.

He glanced down at the milk in his hands, and a tender smile reappeared in his eyes.

*This boy… he’s only well-behaved when he’s with Mr. Shen.*

Back in the bedroom, Shen Qingci had yet to emerge from the bathroom.

Lu Lin approached the bathroom door, milk in hand, and knocked gently:

“Brother, I’ve warmed some milk. Would you like it now—or after you’re done?”

No reply came.

-

Thinking he hadn’t been heard, Lu Lin turned to step away—when the door cracked open just a sliver.

A fair, translucent hand slipped through the gap.

Water droplets glistened on its skin, catching the warm yellow light—shimmering softly.

Drops of water slowly slid down his skin, tracing along his slender wrist before dripping onto the floor.

That hand was long and elegant, with well-defined knuckles and fingertips faintly tinged with pink.

Lu Lin stared at that hand, his eyes glued and his Adam's apple bobbed. For a moment, he froze.

Shen Qingci frowned.

He opened the door a little wider, revealing half of his cold, handsome face.

In the steamy mist, that face seemed even more pure and ethereal, his features still held a lazy, damp post-bath look.

Seeing Lu Lin staring at his arm, a hint of confusion flickered in his eyes.

He reached out, took the glass of milk from Lu Lin’s hand, and then, before Lu Lin could react, closed the door.

Lu Lin stood at the door, stunned for several seconds. Then he leaned against the wall, looking down at the obvious bulge in his pajama pants.

His face instantly flushed crimson.

He lowered his head, still leaning against the wall, his heart in turmoil.

Why did brother always have to tempt him?

Did he want to have sex with him?

He turned around, rested his head against the wall, and let his thoughts run wild.

But brother still hadn’t agreed to his advances…

Was brother unwilling to take responsibility?

“Lu Lin.”

Shen Qingci called from the bathroom, but Lu Lin didn’t hear.

“Lu Lin.”

“Lu Lin, get over here.”

After several calls with no response, Shen Qingci’s voice grew louder, his tone colder.

Lu Lin snapped back to reality and quickly walked over, standing in front of the bathroom door.

The door opened a crack, and Shen Qingci, holding the empty milk cup, extended his hand.

Seeing Lu Lin still dazed, his clear, cold eyes showed no emotion.

Lu Lin took the empty cup. Meeting his gaze, he felt inexplicably guilty:

“Brother… I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you… I was wrong.”

Shen Qingci stared at him for a few more seconds.

His gaze was indifferent, but it made Lu Lin lower his head until his chin nearly touched his chest.

Then the door closed.

Lu Lin secretly sighed in relief.

-

He took the empty cup, walked to the table, and set it down.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the bag that Shen Qingci had guarded all the way and wouldn’t let him touch.

Lu Lin stopped, walked over to it, and stared at it resentfully.

What the hell was in it that brother cared about so much?

What could be more important than him?

He crouched down and opened the bag.

He thought: If he threw it away while brother wasn’t looking, would brother hit him?

He pulled two oversized jars out of the bag.

He fell silent.

What the hell?

Urns?

And two of them?

Wait, two? Urns?!

Lu Lin’s eyes lit up instantly.

Brother bought urns in pairs—so did that mean brother was ready to die together with him?

Excitedly, he unscrewed the lid on one jar and peered inside, then his expression froze.

The jar contained a creamy white paste, smooth and delicate, giving off a faint, clean scent.

Not urns. Lu Lin felt a flash of disappointment, then realized… this stuff…

Didn’t this look exactly like the lube Feng Yuetian had shown him before?

He unscrewed the other jar.

Inside was a clear gel, also a bedroom product.

Lu Lin held the two big jars and sank into silence.

So what brother cared about so much…

Was lube?

And in super-sized?

Did that mean… brother was planning to have sex with him?

Lu Lin’s eyes suddenly blazed with barely contained excitement.

He quickly screwed the lids back down, stuffed everything into the bag, and put it back where it was.

Then he dimmed the room lights, leaving only the warm yellow wall lamp.

An intimate glow filled the room, bathing everything in a soft, seductive light.

Then he stripped completely naked, lay obediently on the bed.

His eyes sparkled as he stared at the bathroom door.

Waiting for it to open.