The body is more honest than the mouth
One day, Lu Zhian woke up naturally, a rare occurrence. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting bright spots of light on the floor. He blinked, his consciousness slowly returning, and found himself alone beside him.
He tried to get up, but found his body felt as if it had been disassembled and reassembled, limp and powerless. The distinct soreness reminded him of his near-frenzied indulgence over the past few days.
He abandoned his plan to get up immediately, sank back into the soft pillow, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Just then, steady footsteps came from outside the room, approaching from the direction of the bedroom.
Xiao Jin appeared at the door, wearing only a pair of trousers, his upper body bare, revealing well-defined muscles. He walked to the bedside, leaned down, and naturally took Lu Zhian's lips into his mouth, giving him a shallow good morning kiss.
Almost out of bodily instinct, the moment he was enveloped by the familiar temperature and scent, Lu Zhian tilted his head slightly, his lips and tongue unconsciously giving a subtle response.
The physical memories formed over the past week are far more solid than his rational ones.
Xiao Jin keenly noticed this subtle gesture of agreement. He stepped back slightly and asked in a low voice, "Want more?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Lu Zhian. He snapped back to reality, his cheeks flushed red, ashamed of his uncontrolled reaction. He quickly turned his head away, his voice hoarse from just waking up and tinged with panic: "No!"
He thought he would be met with Xiao Jin's relentless entanglement, and he was even prepared to be dragged into the vortex again.
However, Xiao Jin only stared at him for two seconds, seeing the clear rejection in his eyes and the subconscious tension in his body, and did not force him.
He reached out, not to continue exploring, but to directly pull the person out of the blankets and carry them horizontally.
"Hey!" Lu Zhian exclaimed, instinctively wrapping his arms around his neck.
Xiao Jin carried him straight to the bathroom, where toothpaste had already been squeezed out and a glass of warm water had been filled. "Get ready," he said succinctly, "and cook breakfast."
Lu Zhian picked up his toothbrush and, through the mirror, could see Xiao Jin standing behind him, his gaze fixed on him.
After washing up.
Lu Zhian met Xiao Yuan at the dining table. He was wearing a neatly pressed shirt, sitting there watching the news, with a cup of black coffee beside him, his demeanor as calm and aloof as ever.
When he saw Lu Zhian come out, he merely raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, as if that person who had trapped him in front of the glass partition of the bathroom and explored him with irresistible force was just an illusion of Lu Zhian's.
Xiao Jin also restrained all his aggression, no longer locking onto him with that burning, predatory gaze, and even stopped asking those heart-pounding questions.
These peaceful days were interspersed with some care.
Xiao Yuan would come in with the ointment after he finished showering, his tone calm and even: "You need to apply the medicine."
His movements were professional and restrained. His fingertips, coated with slightly cool ointment, carefully applied it to the red, swollen, and uncomfortable areas caused by overdose, as if he were merely treating an item that needed repair.
Xiao Jin would occasionally pull him into his arms, massaging his waist and legs—not gently, but effectively. His touch was slightly impatient, yet surprisingly, it relieved the discomfort. "Don't move," he would frown, pressing down on Lu Zhi'an as he tried to pull away, "Relax."
Under this "meticulous" care, Lu Zhian's body gradually recovered. He could move more freely and no longer needed to rely on others. He no longer felt pain from even a simple movement.
Neither of the brothers restricted Lu Zhian's personal freedom.
He was leaning back on the living room sofa, replying to a message Shen Yanzhi had sent him a few days ago on his phone. He hadn't been able to go to school then, and Shen Yanzhi had called. He answered from bed, his voice hoarse as he asked for leave, claiming he was "sick." Unexpectedly, the person behind him didn't give him any trouble; in fact, they deliberately kept their movements restrained.
As he replied, "Much better, thank you for your concern," his thoughts drifted away. Should he leave? The apparent calm of the past few days felt more like the calm before a storm to him.
Actually, when Xiao Jin first pulled him out of bed and he was able to walk with difficulty, he had thought about leaving, but...
Firstly, Xiao Jin's cooking is so delicious that it's hard to resist; secondly, Xiao Yuan's desserts, baked when he's in a good mood, are comparable to those of a top pastry chef; and thirdly, seeing two impeccably handsome faces every day is a fatal temptation.
As he was lost in thought, weighing whether "the desire for food and beauty" or "personal freedom and dignity" was more important, his body suddenly felt light, and he was easily lifted up and placed in a warm embrace.
It's Xiao Jin.
He was even wearing Xiao Yuan's oversized shirt, and only a pair of underwear that was clearly prepared on purpose.
The pants were white with a purple silk band around the waistband, tied in an exaggerated and erotic bow at the back, with long ribbons hanging down.
His attire these past few days has been exactly like this: either Xiao Yuan's or Xiao Jin's clothes, all of which are ridiculously large, except for his underwear, which fits well, though the styles are quite eye-catching.
Xiao Jin's hand easily slipped under the hem of his shirt, caressing his waist, his fingertips burning hot. Lu Zhian heard a soft click of dissatisfaction beside him, though he couldn't tell what it was about.
"Can you walk?" Xiao Jin's voice rang in my ear.
Lu Zhian's body was still a little weak, but he was much better than before. He nodded and said, "Yes."
“Go to the wardrobe and pick out some clothes,” Xiao Jin patted his back, gesturing for him to get up, “and then go out.”
Lu Zhian froze, looking up at him in disbelief. Go out? He had always thought this seemingly free, yet completely "cared for," life was a form of imprisonment. So… he really could go out?
Seeing his bewildered look, Xiao Jin explained, "I went to buy you clothes." He glanced at the empty shirt Lu Zhian was wearing, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
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