Chapter 154 Call Me Brother Tomorrow

Chapter 154: Call Me Brother Tomorrow

Lu Lin crawled over again, like a sneaky little dog, slowly wriggling under the covers.

He lay down, burying his head in Shen Qingci's arms, his arms wrapping around Shen Qingci's slender waist.

Then he looked up, eyes shining, gazing at the face so close to his.

Shen Qingci's eyes were closed.

That face, under the dim lamplight, seemed even more cool and ethereal, brows relaxed, lashes resting quietly, casting a tiny shadow under his eyes.

His breathing was even and light, holding the peaceful calm of deep sleep.

The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing a pale neck, skin glowing with a warm, jade-like glow under the light.

He just stared, unblinking, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of that face.

Shen Qingci's lashes stirred slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes, his cool gaze falling on the head looking up at him from his arms.

Those eyes, hazy with sleep, were misted over, softening his whole look, taking away some of his usual distance, giving him a languid, dreamy air.

He looked down at Lu Lin like that, like a god looking down on mortals, untouched by worldly affairs, not knowing human warmth or cold.

He spoke, his voice a little husky and cool, sleepy:

"What's wrong?"

As he spoke, his hand lifted and landed on Lu Lin's head, gently tousling his hair.

The gesture was casual, tired and absent-minded, yet had an indescribable indulgence to it.

Lu Lin nuzzled into his arms.

His hair rubbed against Shen Qingci's chest, tickling him, like a little dog begging to be petted by its owner.

Shen Qingci's fingers moved to his earlobe, gently pinching it, and he spoke again:

"Quit acting spoiled."

"Big bro~"

Lu Lin's voice was soft and sweet, deliberately whiny, drawing out the last syllable.

Long used to Lu Lin's occasional acting spoiled, Shen Qingci hummed in reply.

His long fingers ran through Lu Lin's hair, gently stroking.

Like petting a tame pet, after answering, he closed his eyes again, his breathing steadying, his hand slowly stopping.

Half asleep, he vaguely wondered:

Why does Lu Lin have so much energy?

Why won't he go to sleep yet?

"Big bro~"

Another call came.

Shen Qingci frowned slightly, raised his hand, and lightly patted Lu Lin's cheek, not too hard, not too soft, edged with impatience.

He spoke, his voice a touch colder:

"Shut up. Leave me alone."

Lu Lin blinked. Seeing Shen Qingci was about to lose his patience, he stopped talking. He let his gaze slide down, through the sheer silk robe, to Shen Qingci's chest.

The robe was thin and soft, glowing softly in the dim light, now all rumpled and messy, collar wide open, showing a large expanse of pale chest.

A certain spot, barely visible through the robe, seemed to silently beckon him in Lu Lin's eyes.

Lu Lin's eyes darkened. He buried his head back in Shen Qingci's arms, letting out a sigh of contentment, greedily breathing in that clean, cold, almost biting scent of Shen Qingci. Then he nuzzled a few more times, slowly, bit by bit, pushing the robe further open.

His pale chest was fully exposed, skin glowing with a soft, jade-like sheen in the dim light.

That spot rose and fell gently with each breath.

Lu Lin's throat moved. He couldn't help himself and lowered his head, and gently—

The moment the warmth touched his skin, Shen Qingci's body jolted violently.

He opened his eyes instantly, one hand grabbing Lu Lin's hair, pulling him away from his chest.

The force was not light, with a warning edge.

Lu Lin was forced to look up, meeting his cold eyes.

Shen Qingci gazed down at him.

There was no sleep left in those eyes, only a calm, cold stillness.

He looked at Lu Lin. Lu Lin's eyes were bright and excited, no trace of drowsiness, with barely hidden longing deep in his eyes.

Shen Qingci was silent for a moment.

He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing Lu Lin's lips, slowly tracing the edge of his lips.

The touch was light, slow, with a casual, teasing feel.

He spoke, his voice flat:

"It's too late. Tomorrow."

Lu Lin's eyes instantly lit up. He asked excitedly, impatience in his voice:

"Tomorrow morning?"

His voice trembled with excitement, mixed with careful hope.

Shen Qingci looked at him, thinking for a few seconds, then gave a slight nod.

"Okay."

Lu Lin hugged him close, his tongue flicking out to lightly lick Shen Qingci's fingers.

The gesture was almost pleading, his voice soft and sweet, sticky as honey.

"Okay~ I'll call you 'big brother' tomorrow!"

Shen Qingci nodded and closed his eyes, sleepiness washing over him again.

Lu Lin adjusted his position, pulling him tightly into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head, and closed his eyes as well.

The room fell quiet.

Only the soft sound of their even breathing intertwined in the night.

The sky had not yet begun to lighten.

Outside the window, the darkness lingered, moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtain and casting a faint glow on the floor.

Lu Lin opened his eyes, instantly wide awake, not a trace of drowsiness in them.

He moved gently, sliding his arm out slowly, but it still caused Shen Qingci to frown slightly.

He padded barefoot onto the carpet and glanced back at the man on the bed.

Shen Qingci was still asleep.

His face looked exceptionally soft in the dim morning light, stripped of its usual aloofness, replaced by a peaceful softness. His lashes lay still, his breathing steady and shallow.

Lu Lin looked for two seconds, then turned and quickly walked into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom.

Lu Lin scrubbed himself clean, from head to toe, meticulously rubbing every inch of his skin.

When he finished, he picked up the perfume from the shelf and sprayed it twice.

A faint woody scent, crisp and gentle.

He stood before the mirror, gazing at his flushed face, colored by excitement, and couldn't help his lips curling upward.

Then he drew a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

The bright red bedding stood out starkly against the dimness.

Shen Qingci still lay in the same position, lying on his side, his dark hair spread across the red pillowcase, making his face look even more jade-white.

The collar of his robe hung slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone.

Lu Lin's Adam's apple bobbed once.

He walked quickly to the table, picked up the bag, and retrieved something from it.

Then he climbed onto the bed again and knelt beside Shen Qingci.

He spoke in a soft, gentle voice:

"Big Brother~"

Shen Qingci didn't respond. His cheeks were faintly flushed from deep sleep, losing its usual coldness, gaining a gentle softness.

Lu Lin's breath grew heavier. He called again, his voice even lower:

"Big Brother..."

Shen Qingci frowned slightly.

His lashes fluttered faintly, and his body shifted gently, as if he were about to wake up.

But he only moved once before settling back down.

Lu Lin stared at his vulnerable sleeping face, his eyes slowly growing dark.

Those once bright and clear eyes became pitch black.

Within them churned a sick attachment, an excited obsession, and a twisted desire.