Chapter 155 Must Eat

Chapter 155: Getting a Taste

He leaned down and nuzzled Shen Qingci's neck.

Warm breath washed over that sensitive skin, his voice was husky and low:

"Brother, you promised me yesterday."

He paused, a dark, obsessive glint rising in his eyes as he whispered in Shen Qingci's ear:

"No backing out now."

He lifted his head slightly and bent down to kiss him.

His tongue gently parted Shen Qingci's lips, savoring the crisp, unique scent that was only his.

He softly untied the sash of Shen Qingci's robe with slender fingers.

The silver-white silk robe slowly fell open, revealing a stretch of fair, jade-like skin.

His fingers traced the smooth lines with reverence and irrepressible longing.

He gently removed the last piece of clothing from Shen Qingci's body.

His hand gently squeezed the softness of his chest, fingertips feeling the delicate, warm skin.

Just as his fingers were about to…

Shen Qingci frowned, letting out a faint murmur.

Lu Lin's movements instantly froze.

Shen Qingci slowly opened his eyes. Those beautiful eyes were half-lidded, veiled with the haze of sleep, hazy and languid.

He looked at the man above him, that handsome face so close.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Lu Lin's neck.

His voice was soft and tender, raspy with sleep:

"Why am I having this kind of dream again…"

Lu Lin's breath hitched sharply.

The moment Shen Qingci voluntarily looped his arms around his neck, a morbid excitement rose in Lu Lin's eyes.

Brother dreams about him?

And that kind of dream…

His breathing instantly grew heavy, and almost simultaneously, he got hard.

He leaned down and kissed Shen Qingci's lips again.

The kiss was deeper and more passionate than before, brimming with unrestrained love and desire.

His hand pulled out the lube from the bottle, and following a downward path, he gently massaged, his movements light and cautious, probing.

The cool sensation jolted Shen Qingci awake. The haze in his eyes instantly faded, replaced by clarity.

He looked at the handsome face so close and felt the unfamiliar touch.

In an instant, all drowsiness vanished.

He frowned and reached out to push Lu Lin away.

He wanted to speak, to make him stop, but Lu Lin's tongue thrust inside, cutting off all his words.

Wet, intimate sounds echoed between their lips, especially clear in the quiet room.

Shen Qingci's frown deepened; he was still trying to figure out Lu Lin's inexplicable arousal.

He felt a slight coolness and an indescribable strangeness.

Shen Qingci's eyes widened slightly. He could feel it, as if exploring unknown territory.

His hand rested on Lu Lin's arm, applying slight pressure to push him away.

As his fingers brushed against a certain point, a jolt shot up from his spine, racing through his entire body.

Shen Qingci let out a muffled groan, his voice trembling uncontrollably. His body instantly went limp, and his member lifted involuntarily.

Lu Lin parted Shen Qingci's lips slightly, lifted his head, and looked at him.

His eyes churned with barely restrained desire and maddening infatuation, a dangerous yet satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

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Shen Qingci lay on the bed.

The messy crimson bedding was crumpled, covered with mottled stains, glaring under the dim light.

The air was thick with intimacy that lingered.

Lu Lin knelt by the bed.

He looked up pitifully at the figure on the bed who refused to acknowledge him, his eyes red and tears silently streaming down.

He reached out, carefully tugging at Shen Qingci's slender fingers that lay limply on the edge of the bed.

The tug was very light, a pleading, tentative gesture.

Shen Qingci's fingers twitched slightly, then he abruptly pulled them back.

Lu Lin's hand froze mid-air, and his tears fell harder.

"I was wrong, brother…"

His voice was hoarse, choked with tears, soft like a plea.

Shen Qingci didn't respond.

Lu Lin bit his lip, carefully stood up, wanting to hug him.

"Kneel properly."

The person on the bed suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse but still carrying that aloof tone that demanded obedience.

Lu Lin knelt back down instantly, hands on his thighs, proper and still.

Shen Qingci opened his eyes slightly, turned his head, and glanced at the man kneeling on the ground.

That gaze was cold and indifferent, giving Lu Lin's heart a squeeze.

Shen Qingci withdrew his gaze and continued lying face down, his body utterly exhausted.

From just before five in the morning to six in the evening.

Thirteen whole hours.

He didn't understand.

How could someone have the stamina of an ox, going at it from morning till night?

If it weren't for Uncle Fu knocking to check because he thought something had happened upstairs,

he was sure Lu Lin wouldn't have stopped at all.

Was he crazy?

Shen Qingci thought to himself. He was starving, his stomach practically touching his back, and he hadn't had a single drop of water.

Well, not exactly no fluids at all…

Shen Qingci closed his eyes and said hoarsely, his tone cold:

"Go cook something and bring it up."

Lu Lin replied, "Okay."

He stood up, but as soon as he straightened up, he met Shen Qingci's gaze.

His legs gave out, and he dropped back to his knees.

Shen Qingci glanced at him, thinking: Spineless.

Then he slowly rolled over and lay still.

So tired…

Shen Qingci thought as he closed his eyes.

He swore he'd never let Lu Lin in his bed again.

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Lu Lin got out of bed and walked out of the room with a light step.

His earlier pitiful look was gone; now he was all smiles and pride, his face full of satisfaction and joy, exuding an indescribable happiness.

As he went downstairs, he happened to bump into Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu was slowly heading to the kitchen, holding his lower back.

When Lu Lin saw him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over, with great concern in his voice:

"Uncle Fu, how's your back? Is that medicine helping?"

Uncle Fu was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm and instinctively took a step back.

He looked at Lu Lin's bright smile and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"…Much better, Mr. Lu." His voice sounded a bit unsteady.

Lu Lin nodded, his smile deepening:

"That's good. If you're tired, take more rest. Leave these things to the household staff; don't overdo it."

With that, he hummed a cheerful tune and strode toward the kitchen.

Uncle Fu stood still, watching his retreating figure, lost in thought.

This kid…

Why is he being so nice today?

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Upstairs, not long after Lu Lin left, the phone by the bed started vibrating.

Shen Qingci opened his eyes, a flicker of impatience in his cold eyes.

He reached out, picked up the phone, and glanced at the caller ID: 'Er Gou Zi'.

He didn't recognize the name.

He answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Lu Lin! You son of a bitch!"

A furious voice came through the line, sharp and piercing:

"You and that bitch drove the old man to the hospital! You think we won't go to the company tomorrow and strip you of your CEO position?!"

Shen Qingci moved the phone away from his ear, frowning slightly, annoyed by the noise.

He pressed the speaker button, placed the phone next to his pillow, and then spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Tomorrow, ten o'clock, at Lu Group."

With that, he hung up, tossed the phone aside, and closed his eyes.

He needed to think about how he was going to punish Lu Lin later.

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At the hospital.

A middle-aged man stood in Old Master Lu's room, staring at the now-black screen of his phone, looking bewildered.

The people around him gathered:

"So? What did Lu Lin say?"

The middle-aged man frowned:

"Lu Lin didn't answer calls all day and blocked everyone. He just answered now, and only said—"

He paused, then said:

"Tomorrow, ten o'clock, at Lu Group."

"What does that mean?"

"Is he done?"

Someone glanced at Old Master Lu, who was still unconscious in the hospital bed:

"Ask the old man…"

"He's still out cold."

The room fell into silence.