I want to sleep with you
Song Zicheng waited for several seconds, but Lu Zhiyan still hadn't spoken. He just stared at him with an overly direct and undisguised gaze, as if he were looking at some kind of delicacy.
The atmosphere was a bit off, and Song Zicheng didn't want to hear what he had to say anymore. He lifted his foot to leave, but before he could take the first step, Lu Zhiyan suddenly stepped forward and touched his face.
Although it was just a light touch, the strange sensation of his hand brushing against her cheek sent a chill down Song Zicheng's spine.
He was somewhat resistant to this sudden contact. Although his face remained expressionless, he began to feel a growing sense of unease.
He wanted to turn his face away, but Lu Zhiyan went even further, grabbing his chin with his right hand and forcing him to look at him.
"What is Mr. Lu doing?" Song Zicheng was still holding on, forcing himself to calm down.
Lu Zhiyan raised his chin slightly, looked down at the face he had been longing for day and night, his eyes dimmed, and he clicked his tongue softly, thinking to himself, "It is indeed beautiful."
Lu Zhiyan's gaze swept over every part of Song Zicheng's face, especially lingering on Song Zicheng's tightly closed, rosy lips, which momentarily made him lose his composure.
"Song Zicheng, 20 years old, from Anhui, is a third-year student in the History Department of Beijing University. He has a younger brother named Song Zian who suffers from leukemia and is 6 years old this year."
When Lu Zhiyan uttered the third word, Song Zicheng's expressionless face gradually contorted into a grimace. His brows furrowed more and more, his eyes narrowed, and his molars clenched so tightly that the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard.
He finally couldn't contain his anger and stared at Lu Zhiyan, saying each word clearly, "What do you want to do?"
Seeing his angry expression, Lu Zhiyan didn't want to beat around the bush anymore. After playing along with him for so many days, his patience was almost exhausted. He scoffed, "What I want to do is actually very simple, just one thing: I want to sleep with you."
Seeing Lu Zhiyan casually utter those last four words, Song Zicheng was momentarily stunned. He stood there blankly, his eyes unfocused, looking just like someone frozen in place in a martial arts novel.
"I want to sleep with you," Lu Zhiyan said, looking at him like that. She took half a step forward and spoke each word clearly, slowly, and loudly.
Song Zicheng blinked and gave a forced smile: "Mr. Lu, this joke is not funny at all."
Lu Zhiyan dropped his disguise, abandoning his previous gentlemanly demeanor in front of Song Zicheng, his handsome features now filled with a playful expression.
"A joke? Hmph, you're really joking. I never waste time on things I want to do. Many days have already been wasted on you. Today I'll make it clear: I want to sleep with you. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to sleep with you."
"Damn it, go to hell, are you sick in the head, Lu Zhiyan?"
Song Zicheng had reached his limit. No matter how much he pretended to be stupid, he couldn't change the current situation. All the dissatisfaction he had felt towards Lu Zhiyan over the past few days had finally erupted at this moment.
He raised his right fist and punched Lu Zhiyan hard in the face. Although he consciously held back his strength, Lu Zhiyan was caught off guard and was forced to take half a step back by the sudden punch.
He touched the burning, red side of his face with his tongue, tilted his head, and chuckled softly. When he looked up, Song Zicheng was already gone.
Lu Zhiyan's eyes were deep, his lips slightly parted, his gaze fixed on the wide-open door, his voice low yet with a hint of seduction: "Let's see where you can run."
"Idiot Lu Zhiyan, heartless and despicable, two-faced pervert!" Song Zicheng, who had run several hundred meters away, was now bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily as he cursed.
He glanced back every now and then, afraid that Lu Zhiyan would catch up. Fortunately, the familiar car never appeared behind him.
He paused for a moment before realizing he'd forgotten to ride his bicycle, which was parked at the bar. His mind was completely blank; he didn't have time to think about the bicycle at all.
The cold wind stung Song Zicheng's face. Cars came and went on the road, but he walked alone, seemingly lost in thought. The bright streetlights cast long shadows of him, making him appear even more forlorn. He was very upset, his mind a jumble of complicated thoughts waiting for him to sort out.
He walked absentmindedly like this, and before he knew it, he had reached his front door. He took out his keys from his bag and was about to open the door when, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly reached back, opened the camera on his phone, and looked at his own face.
He looked dejected, and his face was very pale.
He forced a smile at his phone, a very strained and unnatural one, then cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths.
At that moment, the door opened from the inside, and a fluffy head popped out. Song Zi'an jumped into Song Zi's arms, hugged his waist, and said happily, "Brother, you're back."
Song Zicheng patted his head, and only after entering the house and closing the door did he speak, "Why did you open the door by yourself? What if it was a stranger outside?" Song Zicheng seemed slightly displeased with his younger brother's behavior of opening the door directly.
Song Zicheng still clung to his waist, refusing to let go: "No, brother, I was lying by the window the whole time. I just saw you come up from downstairs and heard the sound of you taking out your key to open the door. I knew it must be you, so I opened the door."
Song Zicheng's hands were a little cold from the cool breeze he had been out all the way, and his voice was a little hoarse. Before he could even speak, Song Zian had already run into the kitchen and brought him a cup of hot water: "Brother, is it very cold outside? Your voice is hoarse. Have some hot water."
Looking at Song Zi'an, who was holding a glass of water obediently with bright, clear eyes, Song Zicheng completely forgot about the lecture he had just intended to give. He smiled with satisfaction and took the water, saying, "Thank you, Zi'an."
After drinking a cup of hot water, he felt warm all over. Song Zicheng glanced at the window, which was slightly ajar for ventilation. He frowned, squatted down, and said, "Don't wait for your brother by the window anymore. Didn't Dr. Ling say that we should go to bed early at night for better health? Besides, it's winter now, and it's cold. Even if the window is closed, you can still catch a cold. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold, understand?"
Song Zian pouted, "But I can't sleep so early. I want to wait for my brother to come back so I can talk to you. How about this, I'll sit on the sofa and wait from now on, okay?"
Song Zicheng sighed, as if giving in: "If you really can't sleep, you can sit on the sofa and wait for me. But, it's settled, you have to be in bed before nine o'clock. Also, remember to cover yourself with a blanket on the sofa so you don't catch a cold, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Song Zian grinned and nodded, saying, "I understand, brother. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, brother."
"good evening".
The night sky tonight is pitch black, with no stars or moon, only the whistling sound of the wind lashing against the windows, running rampant in this silent room.
Although it was already one or two in the morning, Song Zicheng was not sleepy at all. He was sitting on the headboard, tilting his head and staring blankly out the window.
The room was too dark to see his expression clearly, but one could hear his deep, intermittent sighs, which made it clear even without looking at him how Song Zicheng was feeling.
Suddenly, a cell phone light appeared in the darkness. Song Zicheng quietly opened a job recruitment app, and before he could even look at it for a few seconds, he tossed the phone aside.
He lay in bed, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, closed his eyes, and tried to stop himself from thinking about what had happened that night.
"That was really ruthless," Lu Zhiyan said, looking at his slightly swollen left cheek in the mirror.
He sat on the sofa, holding an ice pack he had just taken out of the refrigerator, and pressed it against his face where he had been punched. Whether it was from the pain or the cold, Lu Zhiyan actually laughed.
"Go see Dean Liu tomorrow and inform him as I told you before."
"yes".
After finishing the call, Lu Zhiyan kept stroking the phone screen with his left hand, his fingers tapping lightly from time to time. He leaned back, crossed his legs, and his lazy voice rang out: "You really have to force me to use some extreme measures."
Song Zicheng, who had just finished get off work at the coffee shop, was riding his bike and was almost at the corner of the alley when a car suddenly stopped across the alley entrance.
Song Zicheng was startled; if he hadn't been riding slowly, he probably would have crashed into it already.
His face showed some anger, and he was about to speak when the car door opened and a figure walked towards him. When he saw who got out of the car, his expression changed drastically, and only one word came to his mind: Run!
Before Song Zicheng could even turn his bicycle around, Lu Zhiyan grabbed him. He felt like he was about to explode, so he quickly stopped his bike and walked up to Lu Zhiyan to stare at him.
"Lu Zhiyan, what exactly do you want? I made it very clear yesterday that I will never sleep with you. Give up on this idea."
Lu Zhiyan didn't say anything, but just stared intently at Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng felt uncomfortable under his gaze and was about to take a few steps back when Lu Zhiyan grabbed him and hugged him.
Song Zicheng was shocked: "What are you doing, Lu Zhiyan? Let me go, you fucking let me go!"
Song Zicheng struggled violently, his face filled with terror and anger. When Lu Zhiyan buried his face in his neck, he trembled with fear.
"Lu Zhiyan, are you hard of hearing or have a bad memory? I told you, I won't sleep with you, let me go!" Song Zicheng was furious. He practically shouted these words. He felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and his fists hanging at his sides clenched tighter and tighter.
Lu Zhiyan chuckled and slowly released Song Zicheng. Looking at Song Zicheng's red eyes and the bloodshot veins in them, he suddenly thought of the rabbits he raised when he was a child.
Song Zicheng in front of me looks just like that frightened rabbit; it's truly heartbreaking to see him like that.
"Sleep with me, 10,000 a night, that's more than you can earn working several jobs."
“Lu Zhiyan, are you out of your mind? If you want to humiliate me, just say so. There’s no need for this. I’d rather work 100 jobs than sleep with you.”
Lu Zhiyan reached out and pulled up the zipper of Song Zicheng's jacket. "Really? Is the money you earn from your part-time job enough to treat your brother's illness?"
Song Zicheng's eyes widened instantly. He slapped Lu Zhiyan's hand away and gritted his teeth, saying, "What do you want to do?"
Lu Zhiyan reached out and patted Song Zicheng's tense, shrugging shoulder, and said in a teasing tone, "Don't look at me like that. I didn't mean anything by it. Think it over carefully and call me when you've made up your mind." After saying that, Lu Zhiyan turned around and got into the car. Before leaving, he rolled down the car window and gestured to Song Zicheng as if he were making a phone call.
The car had driven quite a distance, but Song Zicheng was still standing there. He angrily kicked the stone block next to him a few times, and the pain spread throughout his body, making him shudder.
Why would Lu Zhiyan bring up Song Zicheng for no reason...?
"ah……"
In the middle of the night, Song Zicheng suddenly woke up from his sleep. He sat up abruptly on the bed, breathing heavily, his forehead, neck and body covered in cold sweat.
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