Chapter 26 [VIP]
Lin Langli thought for a while and got a little angry.
Because he found himself completely unable to firmly reject Shen Mian—in this matter.
This ridiculous answer didn't bring a sharp sting, but rather a deep, exhausting sense of powerlessness.
He exhaled softly, trying to suppress the self-mockery.
A cold voice seemed to be judging him from within: Lin Langli, what exactly are you doing?
To harbor feelings for someone who is all show and no substance, and who has bullied you in the past.
This goes beyond foolishness; it borders on a self-degrading descent into depravity.
While you are bewildered and tormented by this inexplicable feeling, and feel pain because of it, is your life in a state of sleep not colorful and exceptionally easy?
He only feels pleasure from your pain.
He has absolutely no feelings for you. The time he coaxed you into playing house was just a forced attempt to please you out of fear of retaliation.
Faced with the desires of such a heartless person, even a thousand taels of sincere heart would be discarded like worn-out shoes.
Not to mention their past conflicts, even though he was the victim and the one who was wronged. But it was precisely because of this that Chenmian was terrified of him and tried to avoid him at all costs, fearing his retaliation and being wary of his intentions.
Lin Langli closed his eyes tightly. The brief darkness did not bring peace, but instead made the voice in his heart clearer.
He tried to twist and reduce all these churning emotions to the most primal and unbearable impulses.
Whether it's possessiveness at play or simply a physiological impulse, it doesn't matter.
What is it about that barren inner self, that vile and selfish character, that makes him so self-tortured?
Lin Langli was just about to convince himself of this.
"Lin Langli, hurry up and catch up."
Ahead, Shen Mian, who was whispering with Shen Ci, suddenly turned around.
The young man's eyes shone brightly. For a moment, Lin Langli was almost captivated by Shen Mian's radiant spirit.
But that's not right.
Chenmian called out again, "Hurry up, Lin Langli! Even Shen Ci carrying me is faster than you."
The casualness in those words, and the stark difference in their closeness, dimmed Lin Langli's eyes, and all his turbulent thoughts fell silent. He took a step forward and silently followed.
The massage parlor has a quiet and private environment. As soon as you enter, you can smell the faint aroma of essential oils in the air.
They were led to three adjacent private rooms. Chenmian, with a preserved plum candy in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out, instructed, "I'm going to get a full-body massage, it might take a while, remember to wait for me."
Shen Ci was swiping his card to select a package when he heard this and said to the receptionist, "Find him a strong male masseur." His tone was amused, and he was given a light punch by Shen Mian, their posture quite intimate.
Lin Langli watched expressionlessly from the side, his little finger curled up, his knuckles turning slightly white.
Upon entering the massage room, the lights were dimly lit. An older masseur came in, and the patient lay face down on the bed, feeling a soft towel wiping his body before being treated with essential oils.
The technician was skilled and didn't talk much, only complimenting his skin at the beginning.
It had been a while since I had a massage, and the tension I had been feeling lately seemed to gradually dissipate with the masseuse's kneading. My body warmed up with the essential oils and the massage, and I felt so comfortable that I almost fell asleep.
In a daze, he heard the masseuse whisper that the time was up, and then the door was gently closed.
But not long after, Chenmian seemed to hear the sound of the door being opened and someone coming in.
"Isn't he finished?" Shenmian had just lazily finished thinking this, not even bothering to open his eyes, when he suddenly felt a pair of cool but strong hands reach down to his lower back. With the touch, a tingling sensation shot up from his tailbone, and Shenmian couldn't help but flinch.
Did they change masseuses? Their hands are so cold...
Before Chenmian could react, the slightly cool hand suddenly turned and grabbed the back of his head, the force of which was irresistible, forcing his face to lift up.
Her mind cleared instantly, and she opened her eyes in astonishment, meeting Lin Langli's dark eyes, which were inches away from hers. The emotions within them were profound, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, about to erupt.
Chenmian was frightened by Lin Langli's gaze.
But before he could even speak, before he could ask any questions, Lin Langli's face suddenly loomed close, his warm lips pressing down hard with a punitive force, silencing all his unspoken exclamations and questions.
The kiss was anything but gentle; it was more like an invasion and a biting. Shenmian's mind went blank. She tried to prop herself up, placing her hands on Lin Langli's firm chest, but the difference in their strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree—Shenmian couldn't budge Lin Langli an inch.
The young man was stunned by the sudden attack, his eyes instantly turning red.
How dare Lin Langli!
A sense of humiliation and shame welled up inside her, and she struggled desperately to push him away, making soft whimpering sounds in her throat.
But this only added fuel to the fire. Lin Langli seemed to be enraged by this weak resistance. He grabbed the back of the man's head with his other hand, deepening the kiss. His tongue forcefully pried open the young man's teeth, penetrating and entangled him with an unstoppable momentum.
The minty scent emanating from his lips, mixed with the aroma of massage oil, filled Shen Mian's nose, along with the vibrant scent of the young man in front of him. Shen Mian could hardly smell anything else. He had no idea how strange and ambiguous the atmosphere between them was, given their position and the environment.
After an unknown amount of time, just when Shen Mian felt he was about to suffocate, Lin Langli finally released him. After withdrawing, a trail of ambiguous saliva stretched between his lips and tongue. Shen Mian felt his mouth was numb and painful, and he knew without looking that it must be swollen.
Lin Langli's breathing was also somewhat disordered. He stared at Shen Mian's swollen lips and her misty, angry eyes, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You're flirting with Shen Ci in front of me, as if I'm dead?"
Chen Mian trembled with rage, tears welling in his eyes. He covered his stinging lips, his voice trembling with sobs, filled with shame and indignation: "Lin Langli! You bastard! Who was flirting with him? It's your heart that sees everything as filthy!"
He simply couldn't understand Lin Langli's thought process. How could his normal brotherly interactions with Shen Ci become so unbearable in Lin Langli's eyes?
Seeing the boy's tearful face, Lin Langli's eyes darkened. Instead of feeling guilty, he leaned down again.
This time it was no longer a rough bite, but a slow, meticulous licking, as if savoring something delicious, or marking its ownership.
Chenmian was bewildered by this sudden change, and her pushing hand gradually lost its strength, leaving only a weak sob.
Lin Langli finally stopped when Chenmian could no longer breathe, her eyes widened to the point of near collapse, and a blush rose on her cheeks. The young man wiped away the tears from the corners of Chenmian's eyes with his fingertips, the movement strangely gentle, yet his gaze remained unfathomable.
After catching her breath, Chenmian opened her mouth to curse, but Lin Langli touched her lips with his fingers.
"Quiet down," he said softly, his tone carrying an almost satisfied pleasure.
He added, “You’re great, Sleepyhead. Your idea is right—instead of trying to please your family, you seduce them. Very successful, isn’t it?”
Chenmian froze, looking at Lin Langli in disbelief. How could someone be so shameless, taking advantage of someone and then turning around and blaming them?
The scene before him gave Lin Langli a masochistic pleasure. He took one last deep look at the person in front of him, as if trying to etch the beautiful image of the sleeping man, who was being bullied so badly and was on the verge of tears, into his mind. Then the young man got up and walked out of the room with an air of nonchalance, as if the person who had just barged into someone else's room and forcefully plundered him had nothing to do with him.
Watching Lin Langli's departing figure, Chen Mian braced herself on the massage bed with one hand, her chest heaving violently. The burning pain on her lips reminded her that what had just happened was neither her imagination nor a nightmare.
He was forcibly kissed again.
She pulled a towel over her face, silently weeping, her heart filled with humiliation and an indescribable panic. What exactly did Lin Langli want to do?
Could she really have those kinds of feelings for him?
He recalled Lin Langli's words, "If you fuck me, I'll forgive you." Perhaps it wasn't meant to humiliate him, but rather it was the other party's genuine thought.
Shen Mian felt a chill in his heart. Did Lin Langli like him? If he did, could he use this to manipulate him?
But what if the other party is just playing with him?
Once Lin Langli has played with him to his heart's content, do you think he'll let him go?
I'm afraid not. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. There are plenty of people on the internet who are threatened and tricked into doing this kind of thing, and then regret it afterwards.
He doesn't want to be the victim in such incidents.
Shen Mian was filled with resentment and couldn't help but let his mind wander. After Lin Langli had taken advantage of him, would Shen Jinshan still accept him?
My older brother has such high standards; he's already a clean freak in his daily life, and I'm afraid he'll be even more so in his relationships. If I knew that about him... would I still be willing to accept him?
The moment this thought crossed her mind, Chenmian felt dizzy and disoriented.
When I finished and left the massage parlor, it was almost dusk.
Shen Ci, feeling refreshed, walked to Shen Mian's side. On Shen Mian's other side was Lin Langli, who also looked satiated. Shen Mian was furious at his expression but couldn't say a word, only thinking of confronting him later that night.
However, he was also worried that going to Lin Langli's room might turn into a lamb entering a tiger's den.
Just a while ago, the other party barely paid any attention to him and treated him like an ornament.
Lost in thought, Chenmian felt a chill in the evening breeze. He was a fashion enthusiast and had only worn two thin layers of clothing when he went out. Now, with the gust of wind, he couldn't help but shiver.
Shen Ci took off his coat and handed it to him. Suddenly, he noticed Shen Mian's unusual behavior and asked instinctively, "What happened to your lips? They're so red and a little swollen." He leaned closer and looked at him suspiciously.
Shenmian's heart tightened, and she subconsciously bit her lower lip and pursed her lips, vaguely trying to explain, "Ah? It's nothing, it might be from eating... eating spicy food just now!" In her haste, she made up an excuse that she herself didn't quite believe, and her face burned fiercely.
"Spicy?" Shen Ci raised an eyebrow.
Seemingly stimulated by the scene of Shenmian being questioned by Shenci, or perhaps having received a satisfying retribution, Lin Langli, on the other side of Shenmian, leaned slightly closer, his fingers seemingly unintentionally drooping down to gently hook Shenmian's fingers.
Chenmian stiffened and tried to pull her little finger away, but Lin Langli held it even tighter.
The young man's fingers were long and strong, carrying a burning heat. The moment they wrapped around him, he first caressed his fingertips, then slowly moved down to grasp the boy's slender wrist, his fingertips gently circling the inside of his wrist bone.
Chenmian's head was spinning, and this secret touch made his heart pound, and the blood seemed to rush to his face.
He had to deal with Shen Ci's probing gaze and endure Lin Langli's extremely ambiguous little actions, making him so nervous that he could hardly breathe.
"I ordered a dish of duck parts, and I chose medium spicy, but it was so spicy that it hurt me."
Not daring to look into Shen Ci's eyes, Shen Mian lowered her head and mumbled her response, her entire attention focused on the hand held by Lin Langli. Although the rest of her exposed skin felt cool in the night wind, that hand felt as if it were about to burn.
Shen Ci scrutinized Shen Mian's flushed ears and evasive eyes, then glanced at Lin Langli, who stood expressionless and seemed indifferent to the matter. Doubts arose in his heart, and a sense of irritation inexplicably rose.
But it's normal for these kinds of places to offer snacks. You can't expect someone to be sleeping for two hours and then go kissing someone, can you?
Suppressing that absurd guess, Shen Ci frowned but ultimately didn't press the matter further. He simply assumed that Shen Mian had eaten junk food and was afraid of being scolded, so he casually said, "Eat less of that stuff, it's all additives."
Seeing Shen Ci look away, Shen Mian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, paused slightly, and almost resentfully shook off Lin Langli's hand.
After being shaken off, Lin Langli did not insist on holding hands again. He simply put his hands back in his pockets and gave a barely perceptible smirk.
A note from the author:
I originally planned for the three of us to get massages in one room, but that would make Shen Ci seem like an incompetent husband... so I changed it, lol.
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