Chapter 171 Silk… Underwear?

Chapter 171 Silk… Underwear?

Meanwhile, inside the villa.

Outside Shen Qingci's room, a figure was pressed against the door in an extremely awkward pose.

Feng Yuetian was pressed flat against the door, his ear pressed tightly against the crack, like a giant gecko.

His hair was a mess, his face puffy from a hangover, staring unblinkingly at the closed door.

Uncle Fu stood beside him holding a tray, expressionless, watching him. On the tray were warm congee and a few small dishes, still steaming.

"Young Master Feng..." His voice was very soft, tinged with helplessness. "If the food gets cold, Mr. Lu will be unhappy."

The moment Feng Yuetian heard "Mr. Lu," he sprang away from the door and stood up straight.

Only then did Uncle Fu step forward and knock. He had only knocked twice before Feng Yuetian leaned in again, lowering his voice and speaking rapidly:

"Uncle Fu, did A Ci really do it with Lu Lin? When did it happen? That dog Lu Lin must have enjoyed himself, didn't he? How did he actually get him? Why is A Ci rewarding him like this?"

He grew more excited as he spoke, his eyes shining.

"I want to ask A Ci if it felt good."

Uncle Fu stood expressionless, utterly speechless in the face of Feng Yuetian.

But he understood Feng Yuetian well enough—a good person, except that he had no brain and a mouth that ran ahead of his brain.

After all, when he'd been dragged out of the bar, the first thing he did upon waking wasn't to thank anyone, but to go press himself against someone else's door to pry into things like this. You couldn't find another person like Feng Yuetian.

He knocked again.

There was a moment of silence inside, then Shen Qingci's hoarse voice came through, with the particular languor and drowsiness of just waking up:

"What is it?"

"Sir, it's almost eleven. Would you like to get up for a meal?"

The room fell silent for a beat, then Shen Qingci's voice came again, clearer this time, but still thick with sleep:

"Mm, got it."

Uncle Fu understood. He turned with the tray, ready to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Feng Yuetian had already pressed himself against the door again. He shook his head and carried the tray downstairs.

Feng Yuetian pressed his ear against the door panel for a long time, but heard nothing. Not giving up, he knocked again.

"A Ci! Hurry up and get up. If you don't, I'm coming in! If you don't say anything, I'll assume you agree."

Without waiting for a reply from inside, he pushed the door open and sauntered in.

The room was very dark, the curtains drawn tight. Only a bedside lamp was on, casting a dim yellow glow.

A faint, clean fragrance lingered in the air, mixed with an indescribable hint of intimacy.

Under the covers, a lump bulged, with only tangled ink-black hair spilling out.

Feng Yuetian ran to the bedside, leaned over the edge of the bed, and stared at that head of long hair.

He reached out and poked Shen Qingci's back.

"A Ci, are you still sleeping?"

No response. He poked again.

Shen Qingci turned over and opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as clear and cold as the moon, exceptionally bright in the dimness. But now they held the irritation of being woken up, landing coldly on Feng Yuetian's face.

His face was slightly flushed from just waking up, losing its usual aloofness, softened by a hint of drowsy gentleness, but his gaze remained icy.

Feng Yuetian grinned. Instead of being scared off, he leaned in even closer.

His gaze traveled over Shen Qingci's face—from those cold eyes, to his slightly pursed thin lips, to the ink-black hair scattered on the pillow, to the collarbone faintly visible above the covers.

He said with a lecherous grin: "Looks like it was pretty intense yesterday. It's almost noon and you still haven't slept enough."

Shen Qingci ignored him.

Feng Yuetian leaned in again, lowering his voice to a persistent whisper:

"Spill the details? Was it good? How many times? Did it last long?"

"Feng Yuetian."

Shen Qingci's voice was flat, but it made Feng Yuetian instantly sit up straight reflexively.

"I'm not asking anymore."

Shen Qingci, disturbed by his antics, was no longer sleepy. Eyes weary, he slowly sat up in bed. The covers slid off him, pooling around his waist.

Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, falling on him. Feng Yuetian's eyes went wide in an instant.

Feng Yuetian's mouth dropped open in an O.

His gaze began at Shen Qingci's collarbone and traveled downward—heavy marks spread from his neck to his chest, from his chest to his waist, every one clearly visible.

Kiss marks, bite marks, deep and shallow, teeth marks clear, jarringly vivid against his pale skin.

Feng Yuetian's eyes grew wider and wider, his expression shifting from shock to excitement. He swallowed, his gaze fixed on the deepest bite mark on Shen Qingci's chest, his voice slightly unsteady:

"Lu Lin... he's really not human."

Shen Qingci followed his gaze downward.

That bite mark had clear teeth imprints, surrounded by a faint redness. He touched it—it didn't hurt.

"It's okay, doesn't hurt. It just looks obvious."

He had always known that his body was delicate. Since childhood, even a slight bump would leave a frightening-looking bruise, though he himself felt nothing.

Once, after going out with Feng Yuetian and the others, he came home with a bruise on his leg that he didn't recall getting. When Lu Lin saw it, he cried for half an hour straight, applying medicine on him while crying, as he cried, saying, "Brother, don't hang out with them anymore."

Feng Yuetian knew this too. Looking at the marks on Shen Qingci, he understood that given Shen Qingci's physique, it didn't mean Lu Lin had been rough, but his gossipy nature wouldn't let him miss this opportunity.

He opened his mouth, ready to speak.

"Doesn't the Feng family's young master have a home?"

A sinister voice came from behind him, as cold as a wind straight from hell:

"Or is it the Feng family's unique upbringing that allows guests to barge into the host's bedroom at will?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Yuetian's back stiffened instantly.

He slowly turned around and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Lu Lin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. That smile was dazzlingly bright, but there was no warmth in his eyes—cold enough to freeze someone to death.

Feng Yuetian jumped up, looking at Shen Qingci with a plea in his eyes that screamed "save me."

Shen Qingci didn't look at him but instead looked at Lu Lin at the door and said lazily, "Come here, grab me some clothes."

Lu Lin responded, the sinister look on his face instantly dissipating as he replaced it with his usual obedient expression.

He strode over, not even sparing Feng Yuetian a glance.

Feng Yuetian stood there, watching Lu Lin walk into the dressing room and then come out with clothes. He glanced at Shen Qingci, then at Lu Lin, and tactfully shuffled a step toward the door.

Then another step.

Then he turned and made a quick exit.

The room went quiet.

Lu Lin placed the clothes on the bed, picked out a pair of underwear, and handed it to Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci lifted his eyes and gave him a faint look, but it made Lu Lin's lips curl up involuntarily.

Shen Qingci accepted the underwear, dropping his gaze. He looked expressionless, but his ears turned red.

He stood still, holding the underwear.

He was waiting for Lu Lin to leave.

But instead of leaving, Lu Lin sat down on the edge of the bed. His gaze fell on the underwear in Shen Qingci's hand. After looking for a moment, he suddenly spoke:

"Big brother, why don't you have your underwear made of silk?"

Shen Qingci's hand, still holding the underwear, paused. He looked down at the dark gray cotton underwear in his hand and was silent for a second.

"It's not suitable."

"I think it's quite suitable." Lu Lin leaned closer, eyes shining. "I'll have a few custom-made for you to try on?"

Shen Qingci raised his eyes to look at him.

Those eyes were cold and clear as the moon, gently resting on that expectant face.

"Are you sure?"

Lu Lin nodded frantically, his eyes full of excitement: "Definitely!"

"Okay."