Side Story 5: The Whip
Lu Zhian was enraged by Xiao Jin's mocking and amused "brother," especially when combined with the purple whip in front of him, which made him both ashamed and angry.
These two people tormented him to the point of near death, and now they dare to use this kind of thing to "tease" him?
A strange force supported him, and he suddenly tried to get up from Xiao Jin's arms and push away this guy who was grinning like an idiot.
"hiss--"
However, his body proved far more uncooperative than he had imagined. Just this one sudden exertion strained all the overused muscles in his body and that ravaged area.
A sharp, aching pain and a burning sensation swept over him instantly, causing him to gasp for breath, his vision to go black, and his body, which had just managed to prop itself up a little, immediately went limp.
Then he fell into a steady and familiar embrace.
Xiao Yuan reached out and steadily pulled the person into his arms. His movements were careful and gentle, avoiding those obviously sensitive areas, letting Lu Zhian's back press against his warm chest.
"Don't move." Xiao Yuan's deep voice sounded behind his ear, carrying a hint of unquestionable authority, but more of a helpless indulgence.
His large hands covered Lu Zhian's aching lower back, and he began to massage it gently. His technique was surprisingly skillful, with just the right amount of force, slowly loosening the tense and stiff muscles and relieving the deep-seated soreness.
Lu Zhian's stiff body involuntarily relaxed a little in Xiao Yuan's steady embrace and patient massage.
Xiao Jin watched as Lu Zhian first bristled and tried to resist, but was instantly subdued and then his brother took over and soothed him. Instead of calming down, Xiao Jin chuckled softly.
He brandished the long, purple whip hanging in his hand, his tone still carrying a hint of irritating teasing, but deep in his eyes was a trace of barely perceptible concern: "It seems that we'll have to wait until you... recover before we deal with disciplining us." He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze shifting between Lu Zhian's reddened earlobes and Xiao Yuan's massaging hands.
Lu Zhian closed his eyes and buried his face in Xiao Yuan's arms, not wanting to see Xiao Jin's smug face.
After all that, he didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore; all that was left was deep regret and a profound self-reflection on his previous "brave attempt."
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