Chapter Forty-Six: Upright Gentlemen

Jiang Chuan scooped a spoonful and held it to Lin Yu's lips. Lin Yu obediently opened his mouth, carefully savoring the sweet, creamy texture melting on his tongue. A speck of cream clung to the corner of his lips, and Jiang Chuan's eyes suddenly darkened; the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lin Yu sensed a sudden, dangerous seriousness in him, and instinctively leaned back. But he beat her to it, his warm fingertips brushing against her lips, taking away the creamy residue.

Jiang Chuan felt his fingertips become burning hot instantly. He held his breath for a moment, and then, as if possessed, put his cream-covered fingertips into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly with each swallow.

"Is it sweet?" Lin Yu heard himself murmur, slightly drunk.

Just then, the projector light turned warm, enveloping the two in a honey-like soft light.

Jiang Chuan removed his fingertips from his lips and gently curled the corners of his mouth. "I had a high fever once when I was little, so my sense of taste isn't very sensitive anymore." Lin Yu's head felt like it was filled with lead, and he listened to Jiang Chuan's embellished version of the story in a daze.

In the story, he transforms into a pitiful fellow recovering from a serious illness and just regaining his sense of taste. Jiang Chuan's voice, mixed with the static of the projector, sounds particularly endearing in the dimly lit living room.

"Is it... all done now?" Lin Yu asked cautiously, holding the cake with her fingertips still damp with fine frosting.

"Maybe!" Jiang Chuan's gaze fell on her fingertips, which were covered in icing, and a self-deprecating smile appeared in his eyes.

The return of his sense of taste came so suddenly that he couldn't tell whether he had truly become a normal person or whether it was all just a fleeting illusion brought to him by the person in front of him.

A warm hand suddenly covered Lin Yu's hair. Her hair was still damp, yet surprisingly warm. He subconsciously ruffled it, his fingertips sinking into the soft strands, his voice softening involuntarily. "Let's talk again when you're sober, okay?"

Lin Yu straightened up, propping herself up on the sofa, her knees sinking into the soft cushions. She stubbornly shook her head at Jiang Chuan, her hair brushing against his nose, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo and a faint smell of alcohol.

"not good."

Her voice carried a drunken arrogance, and her alcohol-soaked mind was brewing a dangerous and daring idea. Alcohol had breached the dam of reason, carrying with it impulsive emotions.

She casually pushed the half-eaten cake onto the coffee table, and, emboldened by her drunkenness, suddenly reached out and hooked her hand on the dark tie, the silk fabric immediately crumpling into a ball at her fingertips.

Before Jiang Chuan could react, he was pulled forward by the force. The tie twisted between Lin Yu's fingers, becoming a docile rope that unexpectedly dragged him in front of her.

Lin Yu's tongue swept over the remaining cream on her lips, the sweetness of the cake and the bitterness of the alcohol blending in her mouth to create a dizzying taste.

"Want to play a game?" she asked eagerly.

Jiang Chuan sank into the sofa, his arm resting loosely on Lin Yu's shoulder. The concave curve of the foam drew them closer, their breaths mingling.

At extremely close range, Lin Yu saw Jiang Chuan's suddenly dilated pupils reflecting his own blushing face.

He stretched out his body like a satiated leopard, his long legs, encased in suit trousers, casually spread apart, his arms draped lazily over the backrest, and the collar of his shirt slightly open from the earlier tugging.

He squinted, indulging in the predator's provocation like a lazy beast, his silent gaze fueling Lin Yu's arrogance. The projector's light cast their overlapping shadows onto the wall.

Lin Yu knelt beside him, imitating John in the movie, untied the tie around his neck, slowly pulled it out from his collar, and looked into his beautiful, narrow eyes.

Jiang Chuan's breath hitched, and he instantly realized that Lin Yu was replicating an ambiguous scene from the movie screen. His vision was obstructed, but the darkness amplified his other senses.

The dangerous and stimulating atmosphere made his throat move involuntarily. He tilted his head back, like a god awaiting sacrifice, or a prisoner waiting to be executed, allowing Lin Yu to bring about his unknown judgment.

Although the fabric completely covered Jiang Chuan's eyes, she felt as if a tangible gaze pierced through the darkness, burning her exposed skin slightly.

This contradictory sense of control made her knees go weak, and her body trembled involuntarily amidst the unknown and anticipation. For a moment, she couldn't tell who was the one being imprisoned.

Jiang Chuan listened intently as Lin Yu ran barefoot towards the kitchen. The refrigerator door was suddenly pulled open, and Lin Yu grabbed a few ingredients haphazardly, wrapped them in his clothes, and ran back excitedly.

A bright red apple was jolted out of her arms during the run, bouncing twice on the leather sofa before finally coming to rest beside Jiang Chuan's legs. Lin Yu dumped all the food she was holding onto the sofa and knelt down amidst the mess.

For her, everything has its own soul, and food is no exception.

Everyone can cook vastly different flavors using the same ingredients, based on their own experiences. These flavors are the emotional connection between them and the food, and also an outward manifestation of their inner spiritual world.

But Jiang Chuan has no sense of taste; he can only rely on recipes accurate to the gram and cold measuring cup markings to ensure the taste of the food.

Lin Yu had tasted them and knew they were indeed delicious. But those standardized delicacies were like tasteless specimens, turning these foods into lifeless objects and leaving his spiritual world desolate.

Lin Yu decided that she had to save him no matter what.

She grasped a cherry tomato glistening with dew, the crimson fruit gently pressing against Jiang Chuan's lips. Without asking, she pried open his teeth.

"Open your mouth!" Her command to Jiang Chuan carried a novel sense of control, but her voice trembled slightly at the end.

Jiang Chuan smiled and obediently opened his mouth to let the food slide into his mouth. The soft flesh inside his lips accidentally brushed against the skin of Lin Yu's fingertips, causing a tingling sensation like an electric current to run through the back of Lin Yu's head.

Jiang Chuan was blindfolded, and Lin Yu brazenly observed his alluring expression as he chewed. "What are you tasting?"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly savored the flavor. "Sour! Soft! And a little sweet at the end!"

Lin Yu gradually became engrossed in this taste experiment, bringing various foods to his lips one after another, watching him savor them carefully, and then providing precise descriptions and answers.

She handed him a glass to rinse his mouth, but Jiang Chuan seemed to be deliberately making the water taste erotic, even when he swallowed in small sips with his head tilted back, the liquid would still leak from the corners of his lips.

Lin Yu's gaze followed the trail of water, watching it slide past his rising and falling Adam's apple, finally disappearing into the slightly open collar of his shirt. The simple act of feeding seemed to have transformed into a psychological game of stimulating the senses.

Lin Yu knew perfectly well that Jiang Chuan was seducing her, but not a single nerve in her body was clear, and she could only watch herself sink deeper and deeper into depravity. Like a fish without fins, being battered by the waves, she futilely fluttered her gills on the surface of lust, letting the seawater soak into her mouth and nose.

She trembled uncontrollably, and the spoon she intended to use to feed the cake fell to the ground. Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up, Jiang Chuan's iron-like arms encircled her waist and pulled her into his embrace, his warm breath spraying against her ear.

"Use your hands!" The low, husky voice was like a key unlocking a lock. With just two light words, Jiang Chuan broke free of his chains and regained control of power and temptation.

Lin Yu looked at the nearly empty cake in front of him, and as if under a spell, reached out and pinched a piece, his fingertips sinking into the creamy frosting, before bringing it to Jiang Chuan's lips.

In the darkness, Jiang Chuan precisely grasped the cake in his mouth and swallowed, cream smearing his lips and nose. But he didn't care at all, maintaining a refined demeanor as he savored the cake, while calmly extending his tongue, like some elegant feline, slowly rolling away the sweet cream along his lips.

Lin Yu's hand, still hovering near his lips as she fed him, was licked by Jiang Chuan's tongue, which then licked her cream-covered fingertips. She was startled; the warm, wet touch sent a jolt through Lin Yu's body.

My brain felt like an old television set that had lost its signal, exploding into a white, static-filled screen before my eyes. A series of intense, tingling sensations ran down my spine. All my sensory experiences were amplified infinitely at that moment, and all of human civilization seemed to degenerate and collapse in my mind in an instant.

Jiang Chuan noticed Lin Yu's panic, tightened his hand around her waist, and traced his fingertips up and down along the indentation of her spine, with a hint of encouragement that was hard to decipher.

Lin Yu's hands, covered in cream, had nowhere to go, so she could only weakly push against his chest with her elbows. But the next second, her wrists were suddenly grabbed, the cake box was overturned, and cream splattered all over the clean, dark brown leather.

Lin Yu turned his head to look, but Jiang Chuan pulled him forcefully, and he fell into Jiang Chuan's chest. Before he could react, his fingertips sank into a warm, soft wetness.

Jiang Chuan's lips and tongue savored her fingers as if they were delicacies. As his nimble tongue swept across her fingertips, Lin Yu suddenly recalled the sensation of being licked by her friend's puppy, but now the covering made it even more dangerous.

Jiang Chuan's usually cold and sharp lips now appeared soft and full, glistening with a seductive sheen. Lin Yu's fingers moved lightly in and out of his lips, drawing out wet, glistening traces.

Jiang Chuan's breath tickled and cooled Lin Yu's knuckles, which were exposed to the air. Lin Yu froze in his arms, feeling the subtle sensation of being enveloped by his warm, moist mouth.

Jiang Chuan couldn't see Lin Yu's expression, but he seemed dissatisfied with her silence. He began to use one side of his canine teeth to nibble at the sensitive soft flesh on Lin Yu's fingertip as if punishing her, causing her to whimper softly.

After receiving Lin Yu's response, Jiang Chuan finally relented, pulling on the hem of his shirt and slowly wiping her wet fingers.

Lin Yu hadn't yet recovered from the unexpected reaction of this person with terminal obsessive-compulsive disorder when he heard him say in a serious tone, "It smells very good." A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "The texture is soft, and the sweetness is just right."

A brilliant double entendre.

Lin Yu's ears turned bright red, and the warmth of his lips and teeth seemed to linger on her fingers. It felt as if Jiang Chuan was repeatedly whipping her nerves with a soft whip, making her feel ashamed.

Jiang Chuan ripped off the tie covering his eyes, his dark eyes, damp with moisture, locking onto her panicked face. He pulled her closer, drawing her into his embrace.

"Now you know what you like about me?" Each word was laced with a burning breath, stinging Lin Yu's trembling eyelashes.

The thin air made Lin Yu's mind go blank. The next second, she felt like she was about to be suffocated by Jiang Chuan's strong arms. She shook her head and nodded randomly, and blurted out instinctively.

I love your lips, they're so soft!

"So honest." Jiang Chuan chuckled softly, keeping one hand around Lin Yu's wrist and the other pressing down on her soft waist, his fingertips grinding heavily against the soft flesh of her waist.

"You've become well-behaved, Banban." Lin Yu leaned back in fear due to the unknown tension, chasing after her lips. In their entanglement, they both fell onto the sofa.

The lust surging in Jiang Chuan's eyes almost engulfed her. Lin Yu trembled as she pressed one hand against Jiang Chuan's chest, trying to seize every opportunity to passively resist. Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked, "Why didn't you carry me back to my own bedroom that day?"

Jiang Chuan quickly realized that Lin Yu was holding him accountable for her sleepwalking a few days ago. He grabbed Lin Yu by the back of the neck, his nose touching hers, his breath hot and dangerous.

"Because... I've never been a gentleman!"

At this moment, by the light of the moon, Lin Yu finally saw the crimson desire in his eyes.