Chapter 30 Mr. Lu vs. Unbuttoning His Back: A Glimpse of His Elastic Shoulders and Back...
The viewers in the live chat could only hear the sound but couldn't see the image, and they were so anxious they were practically crawling around in front of their screens.
【What?! Mr. Lu Lu Lu Lu?!】
[Aaaaaaah! What did I just hear?! I'm deaf, blind, dumbfounded, and mentally challenged! The movie star actually called Mr. Lu "President Lu"! Is this how you two couples always act? Seven years of marriage and still so distant! I suggest you quickly have sex to get to know each other better!!!]
[Help! I can't take it anymore! Does anyone understand this "Mr. Lu"?! It's sooooo erotic! Especially coming from the mouth of someone who's usually so unassuming, gentle, and reserved—a high-and-mighty flower! It's abstinent yet carries a hint of eroticism! Seemingly polite, but actually, he's already chewed on those three words "Mr. Lu" a thousand times! It's a perfectly proper and formal address, yet it's like a ghost, brimming with intense allure and seduction! What kind of top-tier seduction technique is this?! I'm dying! Mr. Lu, you spend all your time at home teaching this movie star these things, right?! Well done! Well done!!!]
[The chef in front is consistently scoring high today!]
[Who can resist this?! Seriously, who can resist this?! Who's gone mad?! I'm the one who's gone mad!!! Who's enjoying this?! President Lu is enjoying this!!!]
[Mr. Lu...so cute...my nose is bleeding...haha, so happy...Please, Mr. Lu, don't let this movie star who calls me Mr. Lu go...hehehe, so happy...]
Lu Huaijin couldn't help but fall into a dazed and dreamy state of mind.
He hadn't heard the title "Mr. Lu" in a long time.
When he first took Wen Yinhe home, Wen Yinhe was unfamiliar with him but polite, always addressing him as "Mr. Lu".
After they became more familiar with each other, Wen Yinhe changed his address to "Huai Jin" and occasionally called him "President Lu" as a joke, but he rarely heard the self-disciplined and respectful title "Mr. Lu" anymore.
The name "Mr. Lu" not only carries Wen Yinhe's unforgettable dark memories, but also contains the various frictions and adjustments they experienced when they first met.
Just recalling it makes one feel a tingling, numb sensation in their heart, as if it were soaking in lemonade, causing unbearable heartache.
...
That night, Wen Yinhe didn't die. He was taken away by a stranger, like a piece of junk.
Wen Yinhe felt that he might have already died once, and what the man picked up was actually his corpse.
He didn't know why the man picked him up, but since the man could call out his name accurately, he must recognize his face.
Is it for the money?
His company had just collapsed, and he had no money at all. Of course, he didn't have any money even when the company hadn't collapsed.
Besides, the man didn't look short of money at all.
Are you a fan of his?
The man should be calling the police now, not taking him away without permission.
So... what does he have left now?
What else about him is worth remembering?
What gift could he possibly give back to the man who gave him a "home"?
Wen Yinhe sat in the shadows of the back seat, looking out the window with his head turned to the side. His thick eyelashes were half-closed, and light and shadow flashed across his silent features, flickering uncertainly.
The light from the streetlamp flowed slowly across the surface of his pupils, yet failed to penetrate them completely; his dark eyes revealed an unfathomable numbness.
The back seat of the car was eerily quiet, and Lu Huaijin couldn't help but steal a glance at the man through the rearview mirror.
Unexpectedly, those dark eyes that had been quietly gazing out the window suddenly turned towards him, staring straight into his eyes.
Lu Huaijin's heart trembled slightly. He calmly met his gaze for a moment, then naturally looked away, only his Adam's apple bobbing uncomfortably.
Wen Yinhe's condition... seems really off.
That makes sense, since he was already contemplating suicide, how could you expect him to be normal?
Lu Huaijin licked his lips and suddenly said in a deep voice, "My name is Lu Huaijin."
The man behind him didn't respond, but Lu Huaijin didn't care. He had only wanted to inform Wen Yinhe in order to avoid not knowing his name when they ended up sleeping in the same bed.
Wen Yinhe quietly lowered his eyelashes in the back seat of the car, repeatedly sketching the man's sharp and deep features in his mind, thinking that he might already have the answer.
So, when Lu Huaijin led Wen Yinhe through the underground garage and into the villa via the elevator, Wen Yinhe quietly let go of Lu Huaijin's hand, raised her slender fingers, and placed them on the buttons in front of her.
Lu Huaijin unknowingly activated the smart home system by the wall, and soft, suitable lighting turned on.
He turned around and saw that Wen Yinhe had already taken off his coat, revealing a soft shirt underneath.
The man's strong, firm chest filled out his shirt, making it look full and tight. As he breathed, the folds rose and fell slightly, full of tension, revealing a subtle charm and sexual attraction.
Lu Huaijin's breath hitched slightly, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep voice revealed a hoarseness that was not calm: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yinhe's fingers didn't stop moving; in the blink of an eye, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a large expanse of his strong and handsome chest, which was almost dazzling in the warm light.
Lu Huaijin's eyes suddenly turned sharp. He grabbed Wen Yinhe's hands and roughly slammed him against the entryway cabinet.
A muffled thud.
Wen Yinhe's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly in pain.
Lu Huaijin paused slightly, involuntarily slowing his pace, but still pressing the man down so hard he couldn't move.
"I asked you what you're doing?!" Lu Huaijin's gaze was like two unsheathed sharp blades, locking onto Wen Yinhe's eyes, as if he wanted to nail the man to the wall, his coldness chilling.
Wen Yinhe breathed heavily for a moment, a smile on his face, his lips curving into a perfect arc, but his eyes were like two stagnant pools of water.
There was no warmth, no emotion, and not even a trace of reality in this world.
"You brought me back just to do this kind of thing, didn't you?"
Wen Yinhe's lips curved into an even softer curve, as if lifted by an invisible thread, revealing a gentle tenderness like water, yet it was as if a false mask was floating on it. His soft and gentle voice sounded even a little creepy.
"Mr. Lu...don't you like it?"
Lu Huaijin didn't know what kind of mentality Wen Yinhe had when he said such self-deprecating and extremely unloving words.
It's hard to know what kind of despicable and ugly image Lu Huaijin played in Wen Yinhe's eyes.
Yes, he admitted that he had impure thoughts about Wen Yinhe, but he didn't think he was that lustful.
Does he look like a thug or a pervert?
The first thing you do after bringing someone who was almost dead home is to have sex with them?!
Lu Huaijin glared fiercely at Wen Yinhe, grinding his teeth, and then burst into laughter from anger.
Besides, with Wen Yinhe looking so lifeless, how could he be in the mood for anything?
He doesn't have necrophilia.
Lu Huaijin forcefully pinched Wen Yinhe's chin, squinting as he scrutinized every detail of the man's facial expression. His chilling voice, like icy shards, made the hairs on the back of Wen Yinhe's neck stand on end: "So, whoever brings you home tonight, are you planning to sleep with him?"
Although it was a question, it sounded as if he could tear the man apart on the spot if the man answered even one word incorrectly.
Wen Yinhe chuckled softly, his gentle, clear voice, like a spring, seeping into one's senses and quietly enveloping them, while beneath the surface lay a dark, desolate, and deathly silence.
"I just feel that if it's Mr. Lu... he can do whatever he wants to me."
"Wen Yinhe!" Lu Huaijin gripped Wen Yinhe's chin tightly, the veins in his neck bulging, and he said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "I'm warning you, don't try to seduce me. I'm not some kind of philanthropist, and you don't want to bear the consequences!"
Wen Yinhe lowered his eyelashes as if he had seen something extremely interesting, and smiled gently, "But Mr. Lu seems to be very satisfied with this answer."
Lu Huaijin cursed under his breath, breathing heavily and rapidly. His eyes were dark and deep as he stared at Wen Yinhe, his clenched teeth making a crunching sound, like a hungry beast suppressing its appetite.
Just when Wen Yinhe thought Lu Huaijin was about to swallow him whole, he heard a sneer roll out from the man's chest.
"Well done, Wen Yinhe, you're really something," Lu Huaijin released his grip on Wen Yinhe's chin, gently patting her soft, pretty face with the back of his hand, teasingly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "Then I really got a great deal."
After saying that, Lu Huaijin suddenly changed the subject: "But I don't plan to sleep with you today."
Wen Yinhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at him with an ambiguous expression.
Lu Huaijin didn't notice anything amiss. He simply stared intently at Wen Yinhe with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to hold him firmly in his grasp, body and soul. His chin was slightly raised, his arrogant posture like that of a king examining his treasure.
“Wen Yinhe, listen to me. From today onwards, you belong to me. Without my permission, you dare to do anything on your own. Tomorrow you will marry me immediately. This is not a request, it is an order. You have no right to choose.”
As he spoke, Lu Huaijin paused, then slipped his palm under Wen Yinhe's open shirt, pressing it against the man's burning skin, and pinched the man's waist hard, a gesture that seemed both intimidating and warning:
"And you're not allowed to do things like this again. Whenever I want you, I'll take you. You don't need to do anything extra. I don't like that. You just need to listen to me obediently."
It's really... you can't hit them, and they won't listen to your scolding.
But he picked it up himself, so what can we do?
Let's keep it.
Wen Yinhe obediently lowered her head, her eyes dark and lifeless, showing no feeling whatsoever for Lu Huaijin's sternness, letting the man hug her tightly and forcefully after his fierce outburst.
That embrace was like a cluster of fire, burning so intensely and scorchingly that it seemed to burn a person to ashes, making Wen Yinhe's cold and numb soul shrink back involuntarily.
He couldn't hear, so the man silently added something in his ear—
Just you wait, I'll take good care of you.
...
Seven years later, the exact same words came from the same person, but their feelings were completely different.
As his thoughts returned, Lu Huaijin looked at Wen Yinhe, whose appearance had hardly changed from seven years ago, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the man's exquisite and handsome face.
He thought that things had changed; back then, Wen Yinhe wouldn't have gazed at him with such loving eyes.
As if unbuttoning a gift, Lu Huaijin slowly undid Wen Yinhe's shirt buttons one by one with his slender fingers. His rough palms gently caressed the man's muscular physique, his tone filled with intimacy, yet his voice remained completely calm:
"I suddenly remembered the time when we first met."
“…Hmm?” Wen Yinhe’s chest heaved violently, but instead pressed rhythmically against the man’s palm. He couldn’t help but tilt his long neck back, veins bulging.
“I thought at the time…” Lu Huaijin lowered his head and leaned close to Wen Yinhe’s ear, gritting his teeth as he said, word by word, “In the end, I will sleep with you.”
Wen Yinhe's eyelids twitched suddenly. He buried his face in Lu Huaijin's chest and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly as if he was trying his best to suppress his disordered breathing.
[Hahahaha, it seems President Lu has also had his CP reversed before, and he's the one who was reversed (doge)]
[Aaaaaah! So, Mr. Lu used to see himself as the one mentioned above?! Then the question is, how exactly did the Best Actor manage to convince Mr. Lu to obediently submit?!]
[Using...using beauty...?]
[Use big pectoral muscles!]
[Use your big arms!]
[Use a big butt!]
[Aaaaaaah, that's enough! I'm drooling over this! Don't make me drool!!!]
[Am I just imagining things? Does the movie star seem to be breathing a little fast? What is President Lu doing?!]
Lu Huaijin ran his fingers through Wen Yinhe's hair, his chest warmed by the man's hot breath, hot and perhaps already red: "Don't you have anything to say about my courtesy?"
Wen Yinhe's nose burrowed into the warm fabric, then his teeth caught a button, and his tongue deftly pushed it away.
A gap was revealed.
Wen Yinhe's straight nose probed inside, his breath heavy and forceful. His soft cheeks rubbed against the cloth like a greedy little animal, crumpling it completely. Every word he uttered was accompanied by his hot breath, leaving its mark: "Thank you for your favor, Mr. Lu, allowing me to become your superior..."
Lu Huaijin gripped Wen Yinhe's burning nape tightly, his chest puffed out, his back straight, and he clenched his jaw so as not to make a sound.
Wen Yinhe kissed him tenderly, his face buried so deep that his long eyelashes brushed against Lu Huaijin's skin, sending a deep, bone-chilling itch that made Lu Huaijin's toes clench uncontrollably.
"That may be true, but doesn't Mr. Lu like it?"
Wen Yinhe's voice still sounds so gentle and clear; just listening to it might remind one of a refined and handsome young man.
However, the truth was that he was burying his face deeply in the chest of a man with a similarly tall and upright figure.
Washing my face is just average.
A clear, crisp laugh escaped from the passionate kiss: "Mr. Lu probably never imagined that one day he would..."
Lu Huaijin lifted Wen Yinhe's hair, and when he met the man's gentle and doting gaze, his cheeks flushed red. He swallowed hard, let go of her hand, and scolded her in a low voice, "Be a good girl and do your job properly, stop being so talkative."
[Wait, why was the conversation suddenly censored?! Is there something we esteemed VIPs can't hear?!]
[Huh? What are you doing? Is it what I think? Why don't you say something? I'm totally dumbfounded!!!]
[I know what was left unsaid! Mr. Lu probably never imagined that one day he would have sex with another man, right? Hehehehehehe~~~!!]
[Ahhhhhh (transforms into a monkey) (flies into a primeval forest) (swings around) (slaps everyone with a huge punch) (masters firearms technology) (rules humanity) (masters space jump technology) (leaves the temple)]
[No wonder he studied acting and has a solid foundation in dialogue delivery! That voice is truly... wow! Now I know how the movie star managed to coax CEO Lu into submission! The movie star just opens his mouth, and CEO Lu's legs go weak~ Hehehe~ What a smooth talk! What a smooth talk!]
Lu Huaijin's shirt buttons were mostly undone.
To punish Wen Yinhe for his reckless words, Lu Huaijin deliberately crushed it.
In an instant, Wen Yinhe's muscles tensed up, becoming as hard as iron.
The veins on the side of his neck bulged, throbbing and rising violently beneath his reddish skin with each heavy, suppressed breath, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty, carrying a suffocating feeling.
Lu Huaijin gently stroked Wen Yinhe's hair, his fingers moving down the back of Wen Yinhe's sweaty shirt collar, and then pulled off most of his shirt from his back.
Wen Yinhe's strong and muscular upper body gradually came into view, until it was caught at the handcuffed arms of Wen Yinhe.
Lu Huaijin deliberately left the last button near the hem of his shirt undone.
As a result, the shirt could only hang limply on Wen Yinhe's strong and powerful arms, his broad shoulders and firm shoulder blades exposed to the air without reservation.
"It must feel bad to be unable to move your hands, right?" Lu Huaijin lay on Wen Yinhe's shoulder, his eyes looking down at Wen Yinhe's strong shoulders and back.
Wen Yinhe paused slightly upon hearing this, then suddenly chuckled.
Lu Huaijin pinched the back of Wen Yinhe's neck and asked, "What are you laughing at all of a sudden?"
Looking at his disheveled state, now that Lu Huaijin had made him look so ridiculous, Wen Yinhe felt both ashamed and amused: "I was thinking, the handcuffs in our house weren't originally for this purpose."
Lu Huaijin was slightly taken aback, and his heart suddenly clenched.
That is...
Wen Yinhe fell ill once.
Lu Huaijin didn't bring Wen Yinhe back and start sleeping with him immediately; he had initially prepared a separate room for Wen Yinhe.
But to everyone's surprise, Wen Yinhe didn't sleep at night and wandered around the villa like a sneaky little mouse, touching and fiddling with everything.
Lu Huaijin was already worried about Wen Yinhe, so he specially installed surveillance and human body monitoring devices in his room. Once the heat source in the room disappeared, the device would immediately activate the vibration mode of Lu Huaijin's wristwatch.
After being jolted awake, Lu Huaijin got up and went to find Wen Yinhe.
Curious about what Wen Yinhe was planning to do, he secretly followed behind Wen Yinhe like a little mouse.
He saw Wen Yinhe go to the kitchen first, but all the kitchen utensils had been locked in a cabinet by Lu Huaijin, and the room was empty.
He saw Wen Yinhe then go to the gym... The gym was locked, and the door couldn't be opened.
He saw Wen Yinhe finally stagger to the empty living room, stand motionless for a while, and then raise his hand...
He slapped himself hard.
He could still hear that piercing, sharp sound, like a thorn piercing into Lu Huaijin's heart.
Lu Huaijin's body, lost in memories, suddenly trembled.
He took two quick breaths, blinked his moist eyes, and, feigning composure, pinched Wen Yinhe's strong, vibrant muscles. His deep voice betrayed no emotion: "Back then... you were too disobedient, so I had to handcuff you."
Wen Yinhe tilted his head back and kissed Lu Huaijin's chin with tenderness and affection, asking in a hoarse voice, "And now?"
Lu Huaijin shifted his body uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "You're not being good now either."
Wen Yinhe longed to touch Lu Huaijin's waist, but couldn't. His hands, clenched into fists behind his back, could only tilt his head back and plead for a kiss: "Mr. Lu, don't you like it?"
Lu Huaijin was not on a flat surface. His long, slender fingers pinched Wen Yinhe's tense shoulders. His eyelashes fell as he looked down at Wen Yinhe's lips, which were so close yet unsatisfied, with a playful smile in his eyes: "You're addicted to shouting, aren't you?"
Wen Yinhe's fragile neck was exposed without reservation, his head tilted back as if in a sacrifice.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, then slid down his taut jawline. His trembling eyelashes betrayed an indescribable vulnerability, and he softly whispered:
"Mr. Lu... I can't reach you."
"..."
All the viewers heard was Lu Huaijin's suppressed curse, followed by a series of crackling sounds, like a fight, before the entire black screen went completely silent, not even the last sound could be heard.
[“You’re So Naughty,” “You’re Still Naughty Now,” “Mr. Lu, Don’t You Like It?” “Mr. Lu, I Can’t Reach You” Ahhhhhhh, who are you trying to hook?! You two are always hooking each other like this, aren’t you?! Two succubi! Both of you are succubi!!!]
"I can't take it anymore... Please... Let me see it one last time... Let me see you two making love one last time... I'll stay quietly under the bed... To be honest, I have periungual keratoderma... This is my last wish before I die..."
[Damn, I've been thinking about the previous part for ages... isn't this just a backwards sign?!]
[What are you two secretly reminiscing about that we weren't part of? Even though we can't understand it, it's still fun to listen to! Don't worry about us, we'll fill in the rest in our imaginations!!!]
【Wait, are they even doing anything? Why is it so quiet? Are they just handcuffed and chatting?】
[They might have already fired a shot right in front of us, we just don't know it...]
[Damn blanket! I'm going to eat you alive!]
[Please, please, for tomorrow's adult lunch/night show, you absolutely have to ask me about their first time so hard!!! I'm wishing!!! I'm so sorry, I really want to know how they came up with that position!!!]
[Enough talk, let's begin! → Playing the charlatan [rock gesture] Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon [OK gesture] World Honored One Ksitigarbha [666 gesture] Great Luo Mantra [hands clasped together] Prajna Buddhas [slap] Prajna Paramita [dragon] Flying dragon in the sky! Make a wish! → Hourly doi topic!!!]
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