Where do I fall short of my brother?
To be honest, one hundred million.
These three words struck Lu Zhian like a heavy hammer blow. The instantaneous shock of the enormous wealth made him gasp for breath, and he almost blurted out the word "good".
But the remaining rationality, like a thin thread, tightly restrained his impending out-of-control impulse.
“…No.” He practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the two words, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
The man narrowed his eyes, the wildfire in his grey-blue pupils burning even brighter, as if the rejection had fueled an even stronger desire to conquer. "Why?" he pressed closer, their noses almost touching. "What do I lack compared to my brother?"
Lu Zhian opened his mouth, but couldn't answer. What should he say?
His silence was clearly interpreted by the other party as having another meaning.
"Can't say it?" The man chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of warmth, filled only with an aggressive determination. He suddenly grabbed Lu Zhian's wrist, the force so strong that Lu Zhian couldn't break free.
Then, to Lu Zhian's astonishment, he grabbed the slightly trembling hand and forcefully stuffed it into his open leather jacket, pressing it against his firm, burning chest through the thin black undershirt beneath.
Beneath Lu Zhian's palm were bulging, elastic pectoral muscles that rose and fell slightly with his breath, radiating an astonishing heat.
“Feel it,” the man said, his voice husky and seductive, staring intently into the man’s momentarily panicked eyes. “What do I lack compared to him?”
Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed Lu Zhian's hand and forced it downwards, leaving no room for refusal. His fingertips traced the defined muscles of Lu Zhian's abs, each one as hard as iron, brimming with primal power and explosive force. The sensation was so direct, like an electric current coursing through Lu Zhian's body, that it stiffened him and left his mind blank.
This body is full of wild, undisguised allure, completely different from Xiao Yuan's sharp, powerful presence hidden beneath his suits, yet equally... deadly.
Lu Zhian's hand was firmly pressed against the other's firm abdomen, unable to move. He wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldn't muster the strength. He could only watch helplessly as the wildfire in the other's eyes burned brighter and brighter, as if it would burn him and his reason to ashes.
The man in front of her took the opportunity to kiss her.
This kiss was completely different from Xiao Yuan's; it carried an undeniable sense of plunder, was more impatient, and more domineering, as if it wanted to directly carve its own mark in this way.
Lu Zhian was caught off guard by the sudden attack. His oxygen was quickly deprived, and his brain became dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
Just as he was about to suffocate, the man stepped back slightly, looked at him as he was slightly panting and his eyes were red, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and commented in a low voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction and a sense of familiarity: "How can you be so bad? You can't even breathe properly?"
This sentence... is almost exactly the same as what Xiao Yuan said in his office back then!
Lu Zhian jolted awake, instantly snapping out of his daze. Looking at the face before him, identical to Xiao Yuan's, he recalled the long, leg-weakening "breathing instruction" he'd received in the office last time, and a wave of intense shame washed over him.
He doesn't want to do it again!
Just as the man seemed about to lean down again to continue the kiss, perhaps even adding a "lesson," Lu Zhian almost instinctively raised his hand, his palm quickly pressing against the other's lips, blocking the ensuing intimacy.
"Wait!" he said, his breath ragged and his voice still panting.
The man, instead of being angry when Lu Zhian blocked his kiss with his hand, found the fire in his eyes burning even brighter, as if this harmless resistance had fueled his greater interest. He maintained the position of trapping Lu Zhian between the sofa and his own body, persistently asking, "So, in what way am I inferior to my brother?"
Lu Zhian felt a chill run down his spine from the question, sensing it was a trap. He tried to clarify and avoid further misunderstanding: "Your brother and I really don't have that kind of relationship, we...we..."
He stammered "we" for a while, but the rest of his words caught in his throat. Was he supposed to say that he had drunkenly and irresponsibly forced himself on his boss, and now, under his boss's "tyranny," he was forced to give him a morning kiss every day, and was in a state of tangled mess? How could he possibly say such a thing!
The man, seeing his speechless and embarrassed expression, seemed to understand something, yet also seemed completely oblivious. He stopped focusing on comparisons and instead adopted a more direct approach, one that carried a domineering air of asserting ownership.
“Since it’s not that kind of relationship, then talk to me,” he said, his grey-blue eyes fixed on Lu Zhian, his tone leaving no room for argument, “be my boyfriend.”
Lu Zhian's eyes widened in shock, and he subconsciously retorted, "How can that be! We're both men... it's not okay..." His refusal sounded weak and unconvincing, especially after he had just experienced a kidnapping that was almost a robbery and a forceful kiss.
The man seemed unconcerned by his feeble protest and didn't press the matter further. He suddenly loosened his grip slightly, straightened up, and as if the heated conversation had never happened, naturally changed the subject: "Where are you going after we go out?"
Lu Zhian was taken aback by his abrupt change of thought and subconsciously answered honestly, "I have to go back to school. The dormitory has a 10 o'clock curfew." Only after he finished speaking did he realize why he had reported his itinerary to this "kidnapper."
The man raised his wrist, glanced at the expensive-looking watch, and calmly stated the facts: "At this time, even without traffic, you won't make it to the gate if you take a taxi from the suburbs back to your school."
Lu Zhian followed his gaze to the industrial-style wall clock, its hands relentlessly displaying the time. His heart skipped a beat, and he instantly deflated.
Oh no, I'm probably going to have to sleep on the streets tonight.
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