Chapter 153 Is Brother Embarrassed?

Chapter 153: Is Brother Feeling Shy?

Those few minutes felt like an eternity to Lu Lin.

He rolled around on the bed frantically, from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, and then back again.

He was like a bird that's way too excited, flapping its wings, completely unable to stop.

First he lay on his side, then on his back, then on his stomach.

No matter how he lay, it felt off; no matter how long he waited, it felt too slow.

He stared at the closed bathroom door without blinking, scared he'd miss any little sound or movement.

Finally, the bathroom door opened.

Shen Qingci walked out, using his cane.

His wet, ink-black hair hung in front of him, the tips dripping water that dampened the shoulders of his robe, leaving a dark patch on the silver-white silk sleepwear.

His cold, ethereal face, softened by the steam, looked even more fair and jade-like, with a lazy softness in his brows and eyes after the bath, losing some of his usual distance and gaining a softness.

He lifted his eyes, instinctively looking for the other person in the room.

His gaze instantly fell on the bed, where a bright, festive red stood out against the light-colored decor.

Red bedsheets, red duvet cover, red pillowcases.

Shen Qingci: “...”

Shen Qingci fell silent. He stared at the red for two seconds, pursed his thin lips, and grumbled inwardly:

Which moron changed these?

Lu Lin?

He averted his gaze and looked at the person on the bed, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

The moment Lu Lin saw Shen Qingci come out, he immediately sat up. His face was red, and his eyes were dark and bright.

He looked at Shen Qingci for a moment, then quickly lay back down. When Shen Qingci looked over, he even shrank deeper into the blanket, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Those eyes were bright, moist, filled with excitement, anticipation, passion, and a hint of inexplicable shyness.

Shen Qingci: “...?”

Looking at Lu Lin at that moment, Shen Qingci didn’t even have the mind to think about the eye-searingly red blanket.

All he wanted to know was: What kind of stunt is this kid pulling now?

Coming up blank, he leaned on his cane and walked to the sofa, slowly sitting down with an air of calm elegance.

He closed his eyes and said lightly, his tone cold:

“Come here and dry my hair.”

Lu Lin, still shy under the covers, was stunned for a moment.

Oh no, I got too excited and took off all my clothes.

How am I supposed to dry Brother's hair now?

On the sofa, Shen Qingci had closed his eyes, leaning back and waiting.

Lu Lin looked at his own naked body, hesitated for less than a second, then got out of bed.

He sneakily went to put on clothes.

He had just picked up the clothes he had thrown on the floor and got one leg into his pants when he looked up and met Shen Qingci’s mixed look.

That gaze was indifferent, sweeping over him from bottom to top, finally settling on Lu Lin's flushed face.

Like he was looking at someone out of their mind.

Lu Lin blinked, pulled on his pants, opened his mouth, and said in a dry, faint voice:

“Brother, I was a bit hot, so...”

Shen Qingci looked away, picked up his phone, and continued leaning back on the sofa, as if he had seen nothing.

Lu Lin, his face red, quickly finished dressing. Then he walked over, picked up the hairdryer, and began drying Shen Qingci’s hair.

Warm air brushed through the strands, his fingers weaving through them, movements gentle and practiced.

His gaze inevitably fell on Shen Qingci’s phone screen.

In the search bar, a line of text was boldly displayed.

“Why does a 26-year-old guy like to walk around naked in his room?”

Lu Lin: “...”

Lu Lin’s movements froze. The hairdryer was still humming, but his fingers stopped mid-air. It wasn’t until the heat from the hairdryer scorched his hand that he snapped back to reality.

“Brother...”

His voice was full of grievance, his beautiful eyes quickly welling up with tears as he looked at Shen Qingci pitifully.

He pouted, his voice soft and pitiful, with a hint of a whine:

“I’m not a pervert.”

Shen Qingci turned off his phone, lifted his eyes, his cold gaze lingering for a moment on that pitiful face.

Then he looked away, let out a faint “mm,” and closed his eyes:

“Dry my hair. It's getting late, I'm tired.”

“Okay~”

Lu Lin’s voice instantly turned obedient. The sound of the hairdryer rose again, warm air flowing through the strands.

Lu Lin’s fingers moved through them, even gentler and more careful than before.

Until every strand was soft and fluffy, he put down the hairdryer, stepped forward, and gently lifted Shen Qingci into his arms.

Shen Qingci didn’t open his eyes, lazily leaning against Lu Lin’s embrace, letting himself be tended to.

Lu Lin gently laid him down on the bed.

The bright red bedsheet accentuated Shen Qingci's skin, making it appear as fair as jade.

His ink-black hair splayed across the red pillow, creating a stark contrast—black and red intertwined, breathtakingly beautiful.

Lu Lin looked at him, his Adam's apple bobbing. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing no reaction from Shen Qingci, Lu Lin straightened up, looked at him, paused for a few seconds, then spoke in a very soft voice, with a tentative tone:

"Brother, did you forget something?"

Shen Qingci only then lifted his eyes slightly.

Those cold, clear eyes, under the dim yellow light, held a hint of lazy drowsiness, shimmering with a glistening sheen, fixed on Lu Lin’s face.

He looked at Lu Lin for two seconds, then turned over, leaving Lu Lin with his back.

Lu Lin looked at the slender, upright silhouette, ink-black hair scattered on the pillow, revealing a stretch of fair nape.

Lu Lin's eyes darkened for a moment. He sat on the bed, staring at that back, unwilling to give up. He leaned in even closer and continued:

"Brother..."

"Lu Lin."

Shen Qingci's voice came faintly from beneath the covers, revealing no emotion.

Lu Lin immediately responded, his voice brimming with barely suppressed anticipation:

"Brother, I'm here!"

"What time is it?"

Lu Lin glanced at the time and answered obediently, like a student answering the teacher:

"Brother, it's half past midnight!"

Shen Qingci hummed in acknowledgment, then lightly said:

"Keep messing around, and you'll sleep outside."

Lu Lin's words caught in his throat.

He looked at the figure turned away from him, then at the bag containing two jars not far away.

He sank into thought.

Could brother be...

feeling shy?