Lin Yutang was confused. “What’s wrong?”
She put away the burn ointment, tossed the used cotton swab, and sat down right next to Lu Chaosheng.
Even through the thin layer of denim, she could feel the scorching heat radiating from his legs.
Lin Yutang wanted to move back, but behind her was medical equipment—she couldn’t afford to break it, so she didn’t dare touch it.
She felt his hot breath spraying against her ear.
Her body instinctively sensed danger, and she instantly tensed up like a drawn bowstring.
Lu Chaosheng noticed the subtle trembling running through her. His large palm slowly rose and settled on the back of her neck. The motion appeared to be a gentle, soothing gesture meant to calm her, yet it carried a possessiveness that allowed no escape, firmly trapping her within his territory with not even the slightest room to flee.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s not like your brother would hurt you.”
Lin Yutang let out a soft “oh” but remained on high alert. “I’ve just… never been this close to a member of the opposite sex before…”
That was why she was especially nervous, especially scared—especially when the man before her was Lu Chaosheng.
Her brother in name.
Lu Chaosheng let out a light chuckle. “Never been in a relationship?”
“No.” Lin Yutang answered obediently and truthfully.
Back in middle and high school, her family had been well-off. Every day, besides studying, she spent her time discussing with friends which haute couture house had an outstanding collection, or which jeweler had designed something new.
Lu Chaosheng raised an eyebrow faintly, his expression calm and unreadable, but beneath the surface of his dark eyes, turbulent currents stirred, carrying a weight of unspoken meaning.
Her account matched exactly what the people he’d hired reported to him every week.
Good thing she hadn’t.
Otherwise, he’d go chop off those bastards’ fingers right now—one by one.
The darkness in Lu Chaosheng’s eyes deepened as he stared straight at her. “Has anyone ever told you your lip shape is beautiful?”
Lin Yutang was puzzled. “…No. Who would compliment something like that?”
“I would.” Lu Chaosheng slowly raised his large hand, his fingertip brushing lightly against the corner of her lips. “Your lip shape is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect for…”
“Kissing.”
Lin Yutang felt a chill run down her spine in an instant, staring at the man before her in utter horror as he said those words with complete calm and composure.
She tried to awaken his conscience. “Brother, what are you saying? The medicine’s applied. Let’s leave the school clinic.”
But clearly, that call of “brother” only stirred the unspeakable desires buried deep within him.
Because Lu Chaosheng had never had a conscience to begin with.
He smiled faintly, watching Lin Yutang, who sensed the danger and struggled desperately to save herself, only to be cornered inch by inch until her doe eyes brimmed with helplessness and fear.
“Little sister.”
“Tangtang.”
“…”
Lu Chaosheng stopped speaking. His large hand suddenly clamped down on her slender, soft waist, pressing Lin Yutang against his chest.
Her softness pressed against his hard chest—the sensation was even better than what he’d dreamed of day and night.
Lu Chaosheng leaned down, locking his arm around her lower back, sealing her firmly in front of him, and lowered his head to cover her lips.
The wet, lingering kiss carried an unyielding possessiveness—gentle in force yet ruthless in intent—completely enclosing her within his control, leaving not a single crack for struggle.
“Lu Chaosheng, you—! Mmph!”
“Call me brother.”
Lin Yutang panicked, turning her head to dodge, her hands pressed against his chest pushing with all her might—but that strength only seemed like coy resistance, a game of push-and-pull.
“I won’t call you that!”
Lu Chaosheng’s arms gradually tightened, locking her firmly in place, the force between his lips and teeth both aggressive and lingering.
A lazy smile curved at the corner of his mouth. “Kissed so thoroughly you’ve forgotten how to call me brother?”
“Then in the future… will you, will you also not be able to—?”
The tips of Lin Yutang’s eyes and brows flushed crimson.
She had gone completely soft from the kiss, and under his forceful movements, she could only obediently tilt her head back, letting him plunder her lips.
Suddenly hearing his filthy words, she was so furious that the corners of her eyes grew even redder.
Her beautiful, tear-filled doe eyes brimmed with disbelief.
The hem of her short-sleeved shirt was lifted just a little, and a scorching touch landed on the most sensitive spot at the small of her back.
Lu Chaosheng’s large palm kneaded that delicate place with alternating pressure, his voice hoarse. “…Why are you shedding little pearls?”
He lowered his gaze, pulling back slightly from her soft lips, and his kisses shifted to land gently on Lin Yutang’s eyelashes.
His cool, pale, slender fingertips brushed tenderly over her slightly swollen lip corner.
The next second, Lu Chaosheng licked away the teardrop that rolled from the corner of her moist eyes.
Lin Yutang was so startled by his audacious move that her body went rigid. The instant the tear was gently kissed away, her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat crashing heavily against her eardrums.
And beside her ear came the man’s mischievous low laugh.
“So sweet.”
“But why did you cry from a kiss?”
“Baby, next time, you’ll only be crying from—”
Lin Yutang: “…”
She was going to lose her mind.
What on earth had gotten into Lu Chaosheng!
She’d only known him for a few short days, yet he acted like he’d loved her for years—like an impatient young man who could no longer hold back now that they were living under the same roof!
On the way back to the dormitory, the two walked one in front of the other.
Lin Yutang didn’t want to walk shoulder to shoulder with him across campus—it drew too much attention. Fortunately, after his outburst at the campus infirmary, Lu Chaosheng had reverted to his normal state and didn’t force her.
At the entrance gate of the female dormitory, Lin Yutang turned to face him.
“I’m here. You should head back to your dorm too.”
Lu Chaosheng called out to her, “Hold on.”
He lowered his head and pulled out his phone, opening WeChat’s scan interface. “We haven’t added each other on WeChat yet.”
Lin Yutang couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. They’d already kissed, and he hadn’t even added her on WeChat.
She had no intention of adding this perverted “brother’s” contact info.
“No need. Uncle Han has my phone number. If anything comes up, have him call me.”
Lu Chaosheng held up his phone, utterly composed: “My dad told us to add each other on WeChat and connect more.”
He bit down hard on the last six words, each one landing with weight.
As for what kind of connection, that was for him to decide.
Since Uncle Lu was mentioned, Lin Yutang had no choice but to add him on WeChat.
Back in her dorm, the first thing she did was set her WeChat settings so Lu Chaosheng couldn’t see her Moments. After a moment’s thought, she also chose to hide his Moments from her feed.
She then casually changed his contact name to “Perverted Brother.”
After all that fuss, she slowly peeled and ate an orange, but her gaze uncontrollably drifted to Lu Chaosheng’s WeChat profile picture.
The profile picture had a soft pink base with a hazy, fading gradient effect. In the upper right corner was a little girl in a pale yellow dress, taking up only a small portion of the image—you’d have to tap to enlarge it to see her clearly.
Lin Yutang pursed her lips.
This pervert who forced a kiss on his sister used a WeChat profile picture this pink and adorable? Who knew he had a soft, girlish side.
Ji Shuning was also in the dorm. Coming out of the bathroom, she passed behind Lin Yutang and caught a glimpse of the profile picture she’d zoomed in on with two fingers, leaning in behind her.
“What are you looking at, babe? Huh, that dress looks really familiar…”