Chapter 80 Not Enough! Still Not Enough

Chapter 80: Not Enough! Still Not Enough

Luo Yunchen saw that Su Zheng was not speaking, so he called him again: “Brother, aren’t you hungry? These are pastries specially prepared for you. Brother, have a taste.”

As he spoke, Luo Yunchen picked up a piece of pastry and held it to Su Zheng’s lips.

With nothing left to worry about, Su Zheng naturally wouldn’t refuse the food offered to his mouth. He opened his mouth and ate it.

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Su Zheng raised his eyes to look at Luo Yunchen, his brow lifting slightly, almost unconsciously.

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Luo Yunchen’s gaze shifted instantly, and he said in a husky voice: “Brother, is it good?”

Su Zheng couldn’t speak, releasing his bite…

Then he said: “It’s good.”

Luo Yunchen’s gaze gradually deepened. He grasped Su Zheng’s wrist and pressed him against the carriage wall, staring at Su Zheng’s lips as he leaned in close, murmuring: “Is that so? Then let me taste it—to see if this pastry is truly the most delicious food in the world.”

Su Zheng hurriedly swallowed the pastry in his mouth. He was hungry now and absolutely wouldn’t let Luo Yunchen snatch it away.

Perhaps the medicinal effect in Luo Yunchen’s blood had influenced his bodily fluids.

Su Zheng realized that he, too, was gradually becoming addicted to kissing Luo Yunchen—lost, immersed, drowning in it.

So when Luo Yunchen pressed against him, Su Zheng instinctively did not want to avoid it.

For the first time, Su Zheng abandoned the food before him, enduring his hunger as he lifted his chin and parted his lips…

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In the brief gap when he raised his head to catch his breath, Su Zheng’s voice was slurred and hoarse, carrying a hint of dazed, pleading surrender: “A Chen… I’m hungry…”

Luo Yunchen felt that voice was like a heavenly sound, striking the tip of his heart and making his soul tremble with excitement.

Luo Yunchen was reluctant to let Su Zheng go. He coaxed warmly: “A Zheng, be good—once you’re full, you won’t be hungry…”

“Mm… hungry…” Again, his lips were sealed, Su Zheng only managed to squeeze out a few fragmented syllables.

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When Luo Yunchen reached for more pastries, there were none left to be found…

Su Zheng was lying on Luo Yunchen’s shoulder, panting lightly.

No one spoke, and the carriage fell silent for a time.

After an unknown length of time, Su Zheng’s breathing calmed considerably. He suddenly spoke, his tone calm and unhurried, devoid of any emotion: “Luo Yunchen, from now on, I am nothing—no status, no position, no power, and none of your skills—your clever mind and agile body that can carve a path to survival even in the direst circumstances…”

As he spoke, Su Zheng raised a hand and gently wrapped it around Luo Yunchen’s neck, covering his throat.

Luo Yunchen did not dodge at all. He remained still, letting Su Zheng’s cold, pale fingers wander freely.

He even tilted his head back slightly, making it easier for the aloof youth to grip the slender, fragile lifeline.

Su Zheng did not exert any force, just held it lightly, his thumb rubbing against the scorching skin beneath his fingers, feeling the pulse beat.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

Each beat was fast and fierce, clearly exceeding a normal heart rate.

Su Zheng’s voice did not stop: “Now, calling me a completely useless waste is not an exaggeration. For who knows how long, I will have to depend on you, to live or die by your whim. Perhaps one day, when you grow tired of me, I will vanish from this world—silently, without a trace.”

Luo Yunchen was slightly stunned. He hadn’t expected Su Zheng to say such things.

He wanted to see Su Zheng’s expression, but his neck was held by Su Zheng’s hand, making it impossible to look down.

So Luo Yunchen could only tighten his arms around Su Zheng, pulling him even closer, and asked with his head slightly raised: “Brother, are you afraid of me?”

Su Zheng replied with a question instead of an answer: “Do I need to be?”

“No! Brother, don’t be afraid of me. You never need to be afraid of me!”

He would never harm Su Zheng—never, and certainly never take his life. Unless he himself were dead!

He just… he just wouldn’t let Su Zheng leave him!

They were inseparable in life and death!

Su Zheng fell silent and said nothing more. His hand still gently stroked the delicate skin beneath his fingers, but his expression was absent-minded.

His gaze wandered without touching Luo Yunchen at all, floating in midair, landing on nothing, lost in thought.

It wasn’t long before Su Zheng came back to himself, his gaze refocusing.

He released his hold on Luo Yunchen’s neck and tugged at his own clothes. Su Zheng asked: “Is there a change of clothes here?”

Luo Yunchen was finally able to lower his head and look at Su Zheng. By now, Su Zheng had regained his usual languid ease.

It was as if those cold, detached words had never come from the youth before him—just a dream.

A faint blush still lingered at the corners of the boy’s beautiful eyes. When his long, thick lashes swept lightly and he raised his bright, slightly moistened gaze, Luo Yunchen’s heart trembled, ripples spreading across it.

Luo Yunchen followed Su Zheng’s gaze to where he was pulling at his clothes—the action somehow carried a hint of disdain.

Luo Yunchen smiled and nodded: “Yes, I have some. I’ll get them for Brother.”

Su Zheng got off Luo Yunchen’s lap, turned his back to him, and removed his wrinkled, disheveled clothes.

His long, straight black hair cascaded down, covering the lean, well-defined lines of his back.

When Luo Yunchen took out the clothes, he saw this sight before him.

His Adam’s apple moved. Luo Yunchen slowly approached and unfolded the clothes in his hands.

But instead of draping them over Su Zheng’s shoulders, he lifted the tips of Su Zheng’s hair and threaded them through, then placed the fabric over the area below Su Zheng’s waist, where the curve of his buttocks was prominent.