Chapter 157 First love? Straight man?
With one hand on Luo Qinglin's side, Shen Yin lifted up the sweaty hair on his forehead with one hand, stroked it gently, and then carefully smoothed the hair to the top of his head.
"Brother Qinglin, the drug is starting to take effect," Shen Yin's eyes curved slightly, his eyes bright with excitement, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to help you?"
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, lowered his breathing, and stared at Shen Yin coldly, his gaze sharp with ice, without saying a word.
Luo Qinglin had never looked at him with such cold eyes. He had a beautiful and gentle face, but now it was as cold as ice.
The pent-up anger in his heart surged up and rushed to the top of his head. Shen Yin laughed angrily and used force with his fingers to tightly grip Luo Qinglin's cheeks.
"You hate me so much? Fine, I won't touch you. I'll see how long you can endure this," Shen Yin said with a grin. "I have prepared more than half a year's worth of medicine at home. When we get to Shizuoka, I'll wait for you to come and beg for mercy and ask me to help you."
It goes without saying what kind of medicine Shen Yin is talking about.
The heat in the body became more and more obvious, and the numbness climbed up along the soles of the feet, running through the blood and piercing into the bones. The itchiness was densely planted in every gap, like a vine that drilled into the forbidden area, deliberately disturbing and causing people to lose control.
The toes tensed, the heat rushed through the top of the head, then was pulled back, flowing down and gathering between the thighs.
His hands and feet were tied and he could not move. His senses were overwhelmed by waves of passion. It was unbearable torment. However, Luo Qinglin's consciousness was separated from his body and became clearer and clearer.
Should he threaten Shen Yin loudly to force him to back down and return on his own initiative, or should he pretend to beg for mercy, slowly deal with Shen Yin, and wait for Jiang Yanyu to come and take him home?
Intimidation might backfire and drive Shen Yin crazy, but if he just showed weakness and begged for mercy, Shen Yin might get even crazier, and become like a vixen, taking advantage of him whenever he got the chance.
His brain worked quickly, and Luo Qinglin decided to take a moderate approach, neither forceful nor weak, and he must take control.
Soon, Luo Qinglin's eyes became the same as before, soft as water, with bright yet alluring glances.
"Xiao Yin, you just said that I held an umbrella for you. When was that?" Luo Qinglin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling tenderly, like the early spring breeze, carrying the fragrance of ylang-ylang flowers, confusing people's minds.
Memories surged out from deep within, and Shen Yin was briefly distracted for a moment, almost stuck in memories for a long time.
After shaking his head left and right to regain consciousness, Shen Yin reached out to cover Luo Qinglin's eyes, blocking his sight, and asked with great vigilance, "What do you want to do?"
You can cover your eyes, but you can't hide the corners of your mouth with a gentle smile.
Luo Qinglin's lips turned red due to the effect of the medicine, and were even more crimson than their original light color, like a delicate and beautiful rose, soaked in dew, infused with essence, plump and bright.
"You didn't tell me and kept your feelings to yourself. How could I know what you felt?"
"Xiao Yin, if you had told me earlier, maybe I would be yours..."
"But it's not too late now."
The person who administered the drugs seemed to have become the one being drugged, losing his mind in the obviously false mumblings, feeling uneasy and almost losing his reason.
"Shut up!" Shen Yin took his hand away and stared fiercely at Luo Qinglin's eyes. "Shut up! If you dare to lie again, I will give you another dose of medicine. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
This warning was useless, like a heavy punch hitting cotton. Luo Qinglin's eyes were still beautiful, obedient and gorgeous. Her expression did not change at all, and she turned a deaf ear to his warning.
"you......"
Shen Yin wanted to warn again, but was interrupted by Luo Qinglin softly.
"Xiao Yin, my fingers are numb now. How long have you tied me up?" Luo Qinglin frowned slightly, looking confused.
"No feeling?" Shen Yin looked away and saw that his wrist was bruised and his fingers were beginning to swell.
Shen Yin's fingers, which should have been beautiful and slender, were swollen and ugly. He subconsciously tried to untie the hemp rope, but he suddenly became alert and stopped before he could untie the knot.
Seeing Shen Yin's hesitation, Luo Qinglin deliberately exaggerated, "If the nerves in my hands are dead, how can I be a photographer? Xiao Yin, I haven't taken a picture of you yet..."
Hearing his words, Shen Yin was obviously shaken, and Luo Qinglin asked in a soft voice: "Xiao Yin, don't you want me to take a picture of you?"
In fact, photography does not necessarily require hands. In this era, voice control, tripods, and timer settings are all possible. Why should we be restricted to our hands?
Unfortunately, Shen Yin was confused by the seductive whispers and didn't think about it at all. He directly put his fingers on the hemp rope and untied the knot.
When the wrists were untied, the blood began to flow suddenly, competing with the itchiness brought by the original effect of the medicine. The two confronted each other, pushing the uncomfortable feeling to a peak and overflowing.
Luo Qinglin held his breath to hold back the discomfort, and smiled as he thanked her, "Thank you, Xiao Yin."
"How do you feel? Are you conscious now?" Shen Yin pulled up his hand, looking displeased, and examined it carefully in his palm.
"Not yet," Luo Qinglin comforted him gently, "It doesn't matter, you will recover in a while, don't be nervous."
Shen Yin was unhappy and kept massaging his swollen fingers, hoping that Luo Qinglin would regain consciousness as soon as possible and restore his fingers to their beautiful appearance.
Taking advantage of Shen Yin's distraction and confusion, Luo Qinglin brought up the topic again, "Xiao Yin, when did you know me? As far as I can remember, I have never seen you before this year."
Of course you don’t know me, Shen Yin thought self-deprecatingly, I just secretly like you and imitate your shadow, how could you remember me?
"When I went to Jiangcheng Technology before, you held an umbrella for me." Shen Yin answered briefly.
Can you like him for so long just by holding an umbrella for him?
Luo Qinglin found it unbelievable at first, but then he thought, hadn't he liked Jiang Yanyu for so long just because of a pair of glasses and a few dreams?
The feeling in his hand gradually returned, and Luo Qinglin continued: "Then why didn't you tell me? If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't have to endure so much pain and listen to my persuasion of your nonsense."
"What's the point of telling you earlier?" Shen Yin's voice suddenly turned cold, "You only like him. If I told you earlier, you would just let him fire me and drive me away."
As he spoke, Shen Yin laughed sinisterly and said to himself, "But not now. Soon we will be together forever. We can hide away so that he can never find us again. He is just a foolish young master with a good fate. In the end, he still can't win against me, right?"
Stupid young master...?
Jiang Yanyu is not a stupid young master, he is a big pervert.
But it was precisely because of this sentence that Luo Qinglin seized the opportunity to ask questions, pretending to be surprised, his eyes slightly widened, confused and naive, "Master? Who is the Master? Jiang Yanyu?"
Shen Yin stopped talking to himself and asked, "He doesn't even dare to tell you who he is? Hahahaha... You like him so much, but he doesn't even dare to tell you the truth."
The more he talked, the crazier Shen Yin became. He laughed wildly and exaggeratedly, "Yeah, he's a bastard, a bastard. How dare I tell you who he is? Hahaha!"
Is there still such discrimination in the 21st century?
Nowadays, the eldest son born first will be discriminated against for being born out of wedlock. How can there be so many bad behaviors in aristocratic families? We are all babies who jumped out of our mother’s womb, so who is nobler than who?
But in order to get the question out, Luo Qinglin pretended to be surprised and repeated with his eyes slightly wide open: "Illegitimate child......?"
Shen Yin sneered a few times, his expression disdainful: "You are just a dirty thing. You can be a young master just because of a little blood relationship. You dare to look down on me. Now I can't even protect you. You are just a waste hahahaha!"
Luo Qinglin suspected that Shen Yin had secretly taken drugs, otherwise he wouldn't have laughed wildly after just three sentences. His gloomy, worried, normal, and crazy states rotated randomly, like a madman.
As Shen Yin was laughing, he suddenly stopped laughing as if possessed, and looked straight at Luo Qinglin, as if thinking about something.
"Thank you, Xiao Yin," Luo Qinglin smiled gently and changed the subject, moving his fingers, "My hand is much better, and I'm starting to feel it again."
Shen Yin didn't care. He stared at Luo Qinglin as if he was looking at prey. After staring for a while, he suddenly smiled slyly and said:
"Brother Qinglin, did you know that Jiang Yanyu secretly came to China when he was eighteen years old and was unwilling to go back until he was forcibly taken back by Mrs. Mayfield?"
"He told you that he wanted to accompany Jiang Su in mourning?" Shen Yin sneered, "It's obvious that he wanted to stay in China because he liked a man. It's a pity that the man is about to marry a woman and doesn't like men at all."
"Did he tell you about this? Does he dare to tell you?" Shen Yin asked with a smile.
Jiang Yanyu's unrequited love...
Luo Qinglin knew that Shen Yin's one-sided statement was not credible, but Jiang Yanyu did talk about his regretful first love, so he couldn't help but feel emotional and confused.
"He didn't tell me." Luo Qinglin said calmly.
Shen Yin chuckled a few times, and then he showed a triumphant smile of a predator. "Of course he didn't dare to tell you. He has liked that person for too long, and it has become a habit. He can't forget it."
Luo Qinglin resisted the urge to question him, and said with a gentle smile, "What's the point of telling me now? Aren't you going to hide me and never meet him again?"
Shen Yin raised his eyebrows, moved closer, leaned in front of Luo Qinglin and asked: "Brother Qinglin, you like him so much, and every word you say is about Jiang Yanyu, then do you know what kind of person he is?"
"He's sick. He has voyeurism and is addicted to control. He loves to spy on the people he likes all the time," Shen Yin raised his glasses, his eyes shining. "He even has several hard drives full of peeping videos and photos of his first love."
The second half of the sentence made people jealous, but the first half, "I love to spy on the people I like," gave Luo Qinglin some peace of mind.
"Is that so..." Luo Qinglin deliberately lowered his eyes and pretended to be disappointed, "I don't know."
Shen Yin carefully observed Luo Qinglin's expression, stared at him for a moment, and then laughed disdainfully.
Shen Yin excitedly picked up the phone on the bedside table, lit up the screen to check the time, and reminded him excitedly: "Brother Qinglin, there are only ten minutes left at most. You won't be in the mood to lie to me anymore. By then, you will beg me to help you and beg me to touch you."
Hearing this, Luo Qinglin slowly stopped smiling and stared at Shen Yin warily.
"Don't look at me like that. Once the anesthesia wears off, the drug's effect will be multiplied exponentially, and then you'll beg me obediently."
Shen Yin started the countdown in preparation, took out the lubricant from the drawer of the bedside table, placed it on the table, and quietly admired the expression on Luo Qinglin's pretty face that was filled with passion.
Soon, not only his arms, but Luo Qinglin's legs also began to feel sensation again, and with it came an even more turbulent restlessness that surged over him like a fierce wave.
The ceiling lights began to rotate, like scattered meteors, or an abstract work by Van Gogh. His brain was dizzy, and Luo Qinglin couldn't tell whether it was because he felt the cabin shaking or because there was something wrong with his consciousness.
Luo Qinglin simply closed his eyes to prevent the sight from disturbing his mind. He was too lazy to pretend with Shen Yin and tried his best to maintain his strength and stay awake.
"Brother Qinglin, there are still two minutes left."
Shen Yin's voice rang in his ears, and the place where the skin on his right ear was bitten hurt slightly.
"One minute."
"Thirty seconds."
The tide of passion raged in the countdown, surging down like a flood, saliva flowed out of the mouth uncontrollably, the lips opened and breathed out, as if asking for a kiss.
Under the effect of the drug, his senses went awry and auditory hallucinations swept over him. Luo Qinglin seemed to hear Jiang Yanyu's voice, which was counting down softly in his ears.
——BB, do you want to play the countdown game?
——I want to kiss you.
——I love you and I will love you forever.
In his fantasy, Luo Qinglin hugged Jiang Yanyu's arms, kissed him on the lips, and sucked gently.
But in reality, the belt on the nightgown was pulled open by Shen Yin, making a rustling sound, revealing the jumpsuit that Luo Qinglin wore yesterday.
His sight followed the diamonds on the clothes and spread all the way to the fair skin under the dress. Shen Yin took a deep breath and counted down excitedly: "3, 2, 1."
Bang!
Suddenly, the cabin shook violently, and the force of the shaking was so strong that Shen Yin was thrown out of bed.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened, Luo Qinglin opened his eyes as if he sensed something, and stared at the door in his blurred vision, unable to believe it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Immediately afterwards, the iron door was smashed with a loud noise, and the door lock was shaken violently. Within a few hits, it was smashed from the middle and fell off.
The door lock fell to the ground and was slowly pushed open.
In the hazy mist, Luo Qinglin saw Jiang Yanyu walk into the door, holding a black axe in his hand, with an exaggerated grin on his face, and walked towards Shen Yin step by step.
Jiang Yanyu walked slowly and leisurely, like a gentleman in the old society, but his expression was extremely wild, like the best hunter in a primitive tribe.
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