Chapter 37 [VIP]

It was already 2 a.m. when I got off the plane and returned to the vicinity of the school. I had caught up on some sleep on the plane, but I was full of energy on the way back. When we were almost home, I even asked Lin Langli to get out of the car and buy me some fries.

After returning with the fries, Chenmian picked and chose, eating a few of the longest fries before refusing to eat any more, turning her face away as if she were angry about something.

Lin Langli looked at him expressionlessly.

The atmosphere inside the car froze. Chenmian rolled her eyes and said shamelessly, "I'll only eat if you feed me."

The driver in front chuckled and said it was really interesting how young people were dating.

Chenmian blushed slightly, somewhat displeased. What about dating? Dating someone like Lin Langli would shorten one's lifespan, wouldn't it?

He always has a deadpan expression, and he's a psychopath. Let whoever wants to talk about him talk.

After hearing Chenmian's words, the mentally ill Lin Langli's expression softened slightly. He put on gloves and picked up the fries one by one to feed Chenmian.

After chewing a few times, Chenmian said there wasn't enough sauce, and that she was thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Lin Langli had anticipated this. He took a glass of milk from the paper bag he had just brought back, inserted a straw, and handed it to the boy.

Chenmian took a couple of breaths and found the temperature to be just right, with no faults, but felt a bit stuffy.

He took two sips but refused to drink any more. His eyes darted around, and he stared into Lin Langli's eyes, looking troubled. "You should drink it. It's such a waste."

The straw still bore the greasy marks from when he finished eating fries, slumbering and waiting for Lin Langli's true nature to be revealed.

But Lin Langli didn't. The young man just stared at him for a few seconds before lowering his head and continuing to drink from the straw that Chenmian had just bitten.

He finished the milk in a few gulps, then threw it back into the paper bag. He then took out a wet wipe from his pocket, first wiping his own hands, and then taking out a new one to wipe Chenmian's hands.

Chenmian's hands were beautiful, or more accurately, his whole body was beautiful. For example, when Lin Langli took Chenmian's fingers one by one and wiped them, he could clearly feel the wonder of the hands in front of him.

Long and slender, with distinct joints, yet not bony; even the nails are perfectly rounded, not to mention the fingertips, which are slightly pink like flower buds, and feel soft and warm to the touch, like rubbing delicate flower petals.

So that's what he was doing this morning with his hands clasped like that?

Looking up at Chenmian, whose pretty face was partially hidden by a scarf, Lin Langli's mind raced. He wiped Chenmian's palms clean, and the young man lowered his head slightly to place a kiss on the boy's fingertips.

The cool touch from her fingertips sent a shiver through her body.

But when he tried to pull his hand away, the other person grabbed it tightly, and Lin Langli said firmly, "We've arrived, get out of the car."

It was late at night, and the area downstairs was quiet. Lin Langli held onto the lock with one hand and took down his luggage with the other.

The driver drove away, and seeing that no one was around, Chenmian immediately started to throw a tantrum.

He tried to pry Lin Langli's hand off, but when he couldn't, he sat down on the ground and acted like a child throwing a tantrum with his parents, dragging Lin Langli around and refusing to let him move.

Lin Langli released the two suitcases in his other hand, bent down and scooped the person on the ground into his arms. Shenmian heard the other person sigh softly and say in a very tired tone, "Did you want me to hug you? I'm hugging you now, stop making a fuss, okay?" It sounded like Shenmian was being unreasonable.

Chenmian let out a soft "hmm?" shocked by Lin Langli's shamelessness. She started to wriggle in the man's arms again, desperately patting Lin Langli's shoulders, arms and chest. But Lin Langli was unmoved and did not even shift his feet. He carried Chenmian to the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, Chenmian pounded on the luggage even harder. Helpless, Lin Langli released the luggage, lifted Chenmian up, and carried her on his shoulder.

With her vision reversed and her stomach feeling cramped by Lin Langli's shoulder, she slept soundly: ?

He was so angry he wanted to kick and punch it again, but the elevator stopped with a "ding," the doors slid open, and a young man entered. The newcomer saw the strange position the two were in—a tall man expressionlessly carrying a handsome boy who was struggling—and his face showed obvious astonishment and confusion.

Feeling somewhat ashamed, shame overwhelmed anger, and finally stopped struggling. Her limbs hung limply at her sides, like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, as if she had given up.

Lin Langli remained calm, giving the man a polite nod, as if he were carrying not a living person, but a slightly noisy piece of luggage.

With a "ding," the two arrived at their floor. Lin Langli carried Chenmian out of the elevator, but before he could even scan his fingerprint to enter, he put Chenmian down and, with a sense of urgency, pressed her against the smooth wall and kissed her.

Before Chenmian could even stand up straight, he was kissed so hard by Lin Langli that he was completely disoriented. When he came to his senses, he instinctively tried to struggle, but the young man's hands were already reaching inside his clothes and gently kneading him.

A faint humming sound escaped uncontrollably from his throat.

Chenmian felt a shiver run through his body. He sadly discovered that despite his psychological rejection and anger, and his complete lack of affection for Lin Langli, his body shamefully remembered and reacted to the man's touch.

The tingling sensation from their intertwined lips and tongues, and the subtle touch from the calloused fingers on his waist, were eroding his will.

In short... they've done everything, so there's no point in them being aloof now.

Her lips loosened slightly because of this thought, and her tense body gradually relaxed. Lin Langli keenly noticed this, and then the man's tongue invaded, and the attack became more lingering and in-depth.

Until her tongue was numb from being kissed, and she was so weak that she almost slid down the wall.

Lin Langli held onto the waist and hips of the person in front of him and released the kiss. He saw that Shenmian's face was flushed from his kiss, like a flower petal soaked in sap, stunningly beautiful.

Lin Langli casually opened the door and carried Chenmian inside.

Chenmian was placed on the bedside by Lin Langli, watching the other person diligently pack his luggage.

Little Bread followed Lin Langli into his room, jumped onto the bed, sniffed around Shen Mian, and its long whiskers poked Shen Mian's hand. The boy then hugged the cat tightly, and after a while, he buried the cat's belly in its pouch and lifted it high in the air.

The two didn't have much luggage, and Lin Langli could pack it up in no time. However, since he rarely came to Shenmian's room, his movements became slow.

The last piece of luggage was also put away. Lin Langli took out Shenmian's pajamas and underwear from the wardrobe and neatly folded them by the bed.

When Chenmian saw her own underwear, she blushed and called him a pervert.

Lin Langli remained unmoved, walked over, picked up the sleeping cat from his arms, and asked, "Can you take a bath? Do you want me to help you...?"

When he cleaned up Chenmian that morning, Chenmian was still asleep. At that time, Chenmian's dark eyelashes were still sticky with tears, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips were unconsciously biting. She looked like she had been bullied terribly, and her expression was strangely pitiful.

Lin Langli carefully examined every inch of Shenmian's skin and bones, and finally wiped the person in his arms clean and put him to sleep beside him. In the dim light, he kept staring at Shenmian's face, as if he could never get enough of looking at him.

Now that he's awake, with vivid expressions on his face, he's even more endearing. Lin Langli thought to himself that he still preferred to torment his waking, sleeping man.

The young man's eyes were fixed on Chenmian, who was clearly embarrassed by his words and didn't even dare to look at him. He avoided his gaze, lowered his head, and twisted his hands. He smiled and softened his voice: "You must be tired from your journey, Mianmian. Let me help you take a bath."

Chenmian was actually somewhat tempted by Lin Langli's suggestion.

Lin Langli is really good at taking care of people, but he can occasionally go crazy and suddenly stab him... But that's during a bath, and they're both young. What if things go wrong? His butt can't suffer any more.

No, no, that won't do.

Sleep decided to protect its bottom and not let it suffer any more.

She glared at him, and the boy menacingly shooed her away: "No! Get out of here, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed!"

“Alright,” Lin Langli said regretfully, not pressing the matter further, and changed the subject, “You’ve been feeling unwell these past few days. I’m worried you might get sick. How about I take care of you and sleep with you tonight?”

Seeing the wary look in Chenmian's eyes, Lin Langli raised the little bread's paw and assured her, "Don't worry, I'm not an animal, I won't do anything to you."

“...Alright then.” Chenmian was actually a little worried that her body was just pushing itself, fearing that she might get sick and become delirious in her sleep.

He secretly searched while waiting for his flight, and the more he searched, the more frightened he became; there were so many intricacies involved.

He was still thinking about whether to tell Lin Langli, but then he thought that telling him would be no different from implying to him—would the two of them continue their relationship?

After taking a shower and lying in bed, Chenmian started to have random thoughts again.

His first thought was of Shen Jinshan. He would never call him "brother" again, since he had treated him so badly and had used such excessive and offensive language to humiliate him.

She showed no remorse or desire to make amends afterward, and instead of worrying about his whereabouts, she deleted his contact information.

Shenmian felt that her affections were not so worthless as to be repeatedly offered up to Shen Jinshan for humiliation.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so she simply deleted Shen Jinshan's assistant as well.

Now, apart from their parents and Shen Ci, there is no longer any bridge for communication between the two.

As Chenmian was happily putting away her phone, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Lin Langli's gaze froze on the phone screen for a moment before he looked up at Chenmian as if nothing had happened.

Chenmian shifted further into the bed, making room for the young man.

But before he could even close his eyes for two seconds, his hand under the blanket was pulled and gently hooked.

He tried to dodge, but Lin Langli didn't loosen his grip. Chenmian felt it was pointless and gave up resisting, letting him lead him.

There was a rustling sound around me for a while, then the pillow suddenly pressed down a little, and Lin Langli's breath came close.

He still had lingering warmth on his body, and when he leaned closer, the aura of another man was particularly noticeable. Chen Mian's heart skipped a beat, and her whole body stiffened.

Lin Langli put his arm around his waist, then covered his hand and clasped it—a gesture of embracing him.

The boy opened his eyes and whispered, "Lin Langli, don't do this."

"Um?"

"Don't hold me like this, I'm not used to it."

The breath behind him was even closer, and now Lin Langli was practically breathing into his ear, his tone casual: "What's wrong, Mianmian? Are you not used to me holding you? Has Chen Ci ever held you like this before?"

"...What does it have to do with him? Why do you always like to bring up other people?"

Lin Langli's eyes darkened as he gently lifted Chenmian's chin, tilting it towards him. "Let me see your tongue. Does it still hurt?"

There was only a small lamp by the bedside, and Lin Langli's current posture of propping himself up above him was particularly similar to that situation. Shenmian had a bad feeling and not only didn't open his mouth, but also covered his face with his hands.

After a long while, Chenmian said in a muffled voice, "No, I don't hurt anymore. Let's see tomorrow. Let's go to sleep first. Why aren't you sleepy?"

"Okay." The lamp was turned off, and Lin Langli leaned down and kissed Shen Mian on the back of the neck. "Go to sleep. But I want to hold you while I sleep."

Sleepyhead: "You won't do anything to me, will you?"

Lin Langli chuckled, his hand already around the boy's waist, pinching the soft flesh on the boy's stomach: "Not today, I know you're very tired."

She then added meaningfully, "But why don't you stop thinking about others and just think about me?"

Chenmian forced herself to ask, "Not today? What do you mean? What about tomorrow?"

In the darkness, Lin Langli's lips curled into a silent, almost indifferent smile. He reached past Shenmian's body, took the phone from the other bedside table, placed it on his own side, and completely severed Shenmian's last connection with the outside world.

"Mianmian," he lay back down, pulling Chenmian into his arms, his voice languid with a satisfied slumber, yet his tone was unpredictable, "Is it wrong to ask too many questions about certain things?"

His hand slid upwards again, his fingertips lightly touching Shen Mian's body. Lin Langli chuckled and said, "Or do you feel that I tried so hard to please you today, but you're not satisfied?"

Shenmian immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, not daring to pay attention to Lin Langli's touching and groping movements.

So cute, sleeping like this...

His desire for control swelled, and Lin Langli felt that the distance between them, both physically and emotionally, was too great. He was very dissatisfied and his desires were insatiable, but his tone was very gentle. Lin Langli leaned close to Shen Mian's ear, gently bit the boy's ear, and asked, "Mianmian, do you want me to wake you up tomorrow morning?"

A note from the author:

Lin is alright as a concubine, but she'd be a complete disaster as the main wife. She has absolutely no tolerance for others. If she were the main wife, she'd sell everyone off the day Mianmian isn't home.

There wasn't enough Smith & Marseille tonight, I'll try harder for an even bigger chapter tomorrow! I've got so much more nutrient solution and several bombs these past two days!!! Wow, so happy, thank you everyone!