Chapter 36 [VIP]

After lunch and dinner, it was time to pack up and prepare to head back.

This short trip, which started with high hopes but ended in disappointment, left a deep shadow on Chenmian.

While waiting for her flight, Chenmian felt as if she had been severely beaten, with every joint feeling a hidden soreness.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling drowsy, with all sorts of random thoughts popping into his head uncontrollably.

His body has been quite resilient these past two days. After wandering aimlessly in the torrential rain and being relentlessly tormented by Lin Langli, he hasn't fallen seriously ill, only feeling somewhat listless and weak.

No, did Lin Langli give him the medicine beforehand?

Could it be that she was planning to sleep with him in advance, afraid that he would get sick and ruin things?

He selectively forgot how vulnerable he had been, curled up in someone else's arms, and how he had offered that self-destructive kiss, attributing everything solely to the other person's scheming.

Chenmian deliberately avoided recalling last night—whether it was the humiliation of being ruthlessly rejected by Shen Jinshan, or the heartbreaking moment of being drenched in the rain.

Just recalling that embarrassing situation fills Chenmian with boundless hatred.

But who can she hate? Shen Jinshan? Shen Mian's feelings for him are broken, but they won't disappear so quickly.

Lin Langli? It was indeed the person he usually got along with the least who took him in when he was at his most miserable, and even initially, for some reason he couldn't understand, rejected his absurd retaliation.

My mind is in turmoil, I can't find a way out.

Seeing his tired and fragile appearance, leaning against something with his head slightly tilted, Lin Langli's heart softened strangely.

The marks he left on Chenmian's body were all over his head and toes.

He changed the boy's clothes for him, putting him in a white round-neck inner layer and a sky-blue down jacket. A gray scarf was piled up on Shen Mian's chin, making him look like an innocent and well-behaved boy who needed to be carefully taken care of, completely concealing his willful and arrogant nature.

Lin Langli's mind stirred, and without much thought, she naturally lowered her head, cupped the sleeping boy's cheeks, and placed a gentle yet undeniable kiss on the corner of his lips.

Chenmian looked up at him, then quickly glanced around. Seeing that no one around them had noticed their actions, she muttered under her breath, "Pervert."

Lin Langli remained noncommittal, but simply reached out and slowly loosened his scarf, saying in a flat tone, "It's hot in the check-in room, don't feel stuffy."

When the scarf was removed, the hickey that had been lying dormant on the side of my neck became particularly noticeable, its deep color clearly etched there.

Noticing the man's gaze lingering there, Chenmian rubbed her face uncomfortably and couldn't help but complain, "You said how long it would take to heal, it's all your fault!"

This is only what his clothes can't cover; there's a whole lot more on Chenmian's body.

After finishing his meal, he went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. When he saw Shenmian, he wanted to cry. His whole body was covered with marks left by Lin Langli, the dog, like dense plum blossom spots.

He felt wronged and wanted to cry in the bathroom, but when he turned around, he found that Lin Langli had come in at some point and was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, looking at him coldly.

Chenmian's heart skipped a beat. She turned her face away and silently tried to put on her clothes.

Lin Langli approached and took over naturally, but his expression was extremely cold. He straightened Chenmian's clothes, zipped them up, and even knelt down to put on his shoes and socks.

While putting on his socks, Chenmian felt a surge of anger. Seeing Lin Langli's submissive posture, Chenmian couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph, and a twisted, vengeful pleasure welled up in his heart.

He curled his lips maliciously, twisted his ankle to break free from Lin Langli's warm palm, and then, with a hint of provocation and smugness, firmly placed his bare, fair foot on Lin Langli's broad shoulder.

He deliberately used force, stepping on Lin Langli's shoulder and causing him to tilt it outwards, which made the man look up at him expressionlessly.

Chenmian said, "Lin Langli, you're quite suited to be a dog."

Lin Langli stared at him intently.

Unable to discern Lin Langli's thoughts, Chen Mian felt a chill and tried to pull her foot back, but the young man held it down. Lin Langli said, "Does a dog bite hurt? Or should I ask you, is it pleasurable to be penetrated by a dog?"

That's a really aggressive statement!

A blush rose on Chenmian's face, a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and a little shyness. She stammered for a long time, unable to find any strong words to retaliate.

Seeing his frustration, Lin Langli subtly curved his lips into a barely perceptible smile, a smile that carried a hint of control.

He didn't press him any further, but instead lowered his head again and silently and attentively helped him put on his socks and shoes, even carefully smoothing out the wrinkles at the hem of his trousers.

“Let’s go,” he stood up, his tone regaining its usual indifference, as if the unpleasant confrontation had never happened. “The car is ready.”

The plane flew smoothly through the night sky. The first-class cabin was dimly lit and had a private atmosphere. The two men sat next to each other, with Shenmian sitting by the window and Lin Langli beside him.

Looking out at the starry sky through the sunshade, I wondered which city we had passed through. From this vantage point, I could see shimmering golden lines crisscrossing the night, like gilded metal cutting through patches of darkness.

After watching for a while, Chenmian felt sleepy again. The first-class seats were much more comfortable than the check-in seats. Chenmian squinted, looking somewhat listless.

He huddled in the spacious seat, covered with an extra blanket that Lin Langli had asked the flight attendant for, revealing only his pale profile.

Lin Langli seemed to be in a good mood; when he boarded the plane, Chenmian even saw him smiling again.

What's so funny?

Chenmian couldn't bear to see others happy, given her own miserable situation and uncertain future.

Just then, Lin Langli's question drifted to his ear: "Are you still feeling unwell? Is it swollen?"

The man's voice was already low, and after being deliberately softened, it carried an undeniable intimacy as it entered the sleeping ear.

Chenmian had no energy to pay attention and didn't even hear what was being said, so she just mumbled an "uh-huh".

The man beside her changed his expression, but Chenmian remained completely oblivious.

His eyelids drooped for several minutes, then he suddenly remembered something, stuck out his tongue, and complained to Lin Langli: "I think my tongue is a little sore, you must have bitten it."

Recalling the chaotic events of the morning, she wondered why this person was acting this way. No matter how much she cried, begged, or refused, she only received more brutal treatment in return. Thinking of this, the anger that had just subsided surged up again.

Upon hearing the accusation from the slumbering figure, Lin Langli remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed intently on the figure.

He couldn't tell if Chenmian was simply complaining or had something else in mind, but in any case, it was his own fault. The man looked down at him and asked, "Where is it broken?"

Unsuspecting, Chenmian opened her mouth, stuck out a little bit of her tongue, and mumbled, "Just a little to the right, can you see it?"

Lin Langli shook his head with a dark look in his eyes, but his breathing involuntarily became heavier.

"fool!"

Muttering in dissatisfaction, Chenmian unconsciously pressed her tongue against the small sore. The pain, which was not very noticeable at first, became clearer as she focused her attention, accompanied by an intermittent burning sensation.

He grabbed Lin Langli's fingers, raised his face, opened his mouth, and repeated, in an almost sacrificial posture, "It hurts here."

Sleeping used her tongue to press against the other person's finger and guide it towards the bitten area.

"It hurts here." He half-closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, his complaint tinged with an unconscious hint of coquetry. "Why did you bite me? I'm sure I'm going to get mouth ulcers."

Lin Langli's eyes were dark. He felt the touch of the sleeping lips and teeth under his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. After a moment, he leaned closer to carefully examine the opening of the sleeping lips.

There was a small cut on the edge of his tongue, much redder than the rest. He touched the soft flesh there with his fingertip and asked in a low voice, "Here?"

He pressed it.

"Mmm..." Caught off guard, Chenmian let out a short, sweet whimper.

He quickly realized how embarrassing the voice was, abruptly turned his head, spat out Lin Langli's finger, and blushed.

"You touched it, didn't you? Anyway, it's all your fault. I called you a dog and you even retorted several times." Chenmian tried to cover up her previous loss of composure with anger, but she was clearly still holding a grudge against Lin Langli's words not long ago.

Lin Langli wiped his damp fingers with a handkerchief, looked up at the speaker, his tone calm but his eyes filled with a cold, almost cruel inquiry: "Blame me? But how can I be sure that I bit him?"

He paused deliberately, lowering his voice even further, with a venomous arrogance in it, "Is it possible that your good brother is also involved?"

Chenmian was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Langli to say such a thing. After he came to his senses, he raised his hand and swung it at Lin Langli without thinking. However, his wrist was precisely grabbed in mid-air by the other party. The force was so great that he couldn't move.

Lin Langli gripped his wrist tightly, took a step closer, their breaths mingling, yet his tone was terrifyingly calm: "Am I wrong?"

This person is so wicked! Shenmian was trembling with anger. He had been thoroughly played by Lin Langli, yet this bastard dared to say such things to humiliate him.

It's highly unlikely that you can completely control someone like Lin Langli just by sleeping on him.

He turned his head away angrily, looking at the night view outside the window, and stopped talking. He only turned the back of his head towards Lin Langli, his whole body filled with resistance.

Looking at him, who was clearly so fragile yet still trying to put on a tough front, Lin Langli felt a strange satisfaction in his hidden desire for control and possession.

He didn't press or provoke him further, but simply maintained the clasped hands position, his thumb gently stroking the smooth back of his sleeping hand.

After a while, I heard even breathing beside me. Exhausted, I finally fell asleep, my head tilted to one side, caught between anger and fatigue.

Lin Langli turned his head and gazed quietly at his sleeping face.

The moonlight streamed through the porthole, outlining the soft lines of the sleeping face. The young man's long eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids. Because of his previous emotions, the tip of his nose and the rim of his eyes still had some lingering redness, making him look pitiful and docile, completely different from his fierce and aggressive appearance when he was awake.

As if possessed, Lin Langli took out his phone, carefully adjusted the angle, and secretly pressed the shutter to capture the two clasped hands and Shen Mian's peaceful sleeping face.

In the photo, his hand is firmly holding Shenmian's, with a blurred cabin and a beautiful night view outside the window in the background, while Shenmian leans against the shadow beside him without any defense, looking dependent and docile.

Lin Langli stared at the photo for a long time, his eyes swirling with emotions, which eventually settled into a deep, satisfied darkness.

Finally, he put the photo into a newly created encrypted album on his phone. Next to the photo in this album was a video file that had been recorded not long ago and was quite long.

A note from the author:

Evil Forest