Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

13: Chapter 13 The Tragic Young Master’s Benefactor 12The two people, each with their own secretive and differing thoughts, tacitly ignored some unpleasantness.

They spent a period of time together in a calm and natural manner, whether it was sincere or feigned.

Regarding their intimate contact, everything above the waist that shouldn’t be done or wasn’t allowed, Lin Sicheng had half-coaxed and half-coerced him into doing.

To succeed in the mission as soon as possible, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, Lu Zhan let him be; occasionally, when he felt the male lead’s mood wasn’t quite right, he would even proactively stroke him to soothe him.

Thanks to Lu Zhan’s diligence during this time, the blackening value successfully dropped to 60.

But after that, it stabilized and didn’t budge, which Lu Zhan found a bit headache-inducing.

There was also the thin gold chain on his ankle, which looked truly eyesore. When he mentioned it once by chance a few days ago, Lin Sicheng calmly changed the subject.

Even though his expression showed nothing unusual, 009 warned that the blackening value was fluctuating wildly and almost rose, so Lu Zhan could only drop the matter for the time being.

All communication devices around him had been taken away; on the rare occasions he got hold of one, it was just to make a call to report his safety, and even then, Lin Sicheng watched him like a hawk.

Meticulous care, eating then sleeping, sleeping then eating—it really was a life like a rice weevil.

Except for not being able to leave this room, Lin Sicheng was practically obedient, well-behaved, and cute, and hadn’t gone crazy in a neurotic way again.

He just always liked to be clingy, constantly being touchy-feely; before the old marks on his body could fade, new ones were added, and sometimes the clinginess made even Lu Zhan feel embarrassed.

But perhaps it was getting used to the other’s proximity, or perhaps it was the subtle influence over time.

Lu Zhan didn’t feel as much rejection or discomfort in his heart as he did at the beginning.

Other than that, on the surface, the current Lin Sicheng was no different from the kid he used to be; his cooking skills had even improved a bit, and the things he made were becoming more and more to his taste.

However, this stagnant progress bar and this bedroom he couldn’t leave were very irritating; it had been a while, why was this kid so hard to coax now...

He hadn’t touched cigarettes or alcohol for a long time, and Lu Zhan wasn’t actually addicted, but when he was very irritable, he wanted some.

Unfortunately, he looked around and didn’t see any cigarettes, but there were a few bottles of alcohol in the cabinet, so he had to make do.

He opened a bottle at random, took a goblet, poured a glass, and downed it; still feeling it wasn’t enough, he poured another glass and held it in his left hand.

Walking slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, he placed the bottle on the coffee table and sat on the nearby sofa, crossing his legs.

His left hand rested on the sofa armrest, gently swirling the red wine in the glass. His right hand picked up a book from the coffee table, placing it on his lap to flip through casually.

When Lin Sicheng entered the room carrying a tray, what met his eyes was the elegant sight of the man sitting by the window reading.

The man, dressed in black loungewear, leaned against the back of the sofa with his legs crossed, eyes downcast at the book on his lap.

He held a crystal-clear wine glass in his left hand, sleeves rolled up to reveal well-defined wrists and smooth muscular lines on his forearms.

His posture was lazy, his eyes cool and indifferent, as his long, jade-white fingers held the glass and brought it to his lips.

His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as the empty glass was set aside; his pale pink thin lips were moistened by the wine, covered in an alluring sheen.

His cold white skin was tinged with a faint red from the alcohol; sensing a sound, he glanced sideways, his narrow phoenix eyes flashing with light, which, combined with the crimson at the corners of his eyes, added an indescribable charm to his cool indifference.

“Sicheng is here... come over...”

Lu Zhan’s voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness from the alcohol, brushing against Lin Sicheng’s ear like a feather.

This man exuded a fatal attraction and temptation from head to toe!

Even though Lin Sicheng had kissed him many times, his prideful self-control would still instantly surrender every time he was before the man.

The tray was carelessly placed on the side table, and Lin Sicheng, as if bewitched, unconsciously walked up to him.

“Brother Zhan, Sir...”

Lin Sicheng’s eyes were filled with obsession as he called out softly, as if losing his voice.

Cold fingers circled his wrist, and with a sudden force, Lin Sicheng fell into that embrace filled with the cool scent of sandalwood, which unusually had a hint of the pungency of alcohol.

Lu Zhan’s face showed nothing unusual, but his body felt intensely hot, and his head was a bit dizzy; having not touched it for a long time, he had overindulged for a moment and seemed to have accidentally drunk a bit too much.

The coolness in his arms was comfortable to hold and relieved much of the heat; looking down, he thought the kid was quite beautiful, and for some reason, he found him quite pleasing and suddenly wanted to be close.

Slightly cool fingers tilted up the smooth, small chin, and his glistening, pale red thin lips pressed against them in a kiss.

In that instant, Lin Sicheng’s mind simply exploded; his pupils constricted and his body trembled—this was the first time Sir had taken the initiative, something he thought he could never even hope for...

The cool scent of sandalwood, the pungency of the wine, the brushing of teeth, the unconscious sinking...

Lin Sicheng tightly wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and back, his entire chest almost pressed against Lu Zhan, and his lower body was very close to the base of the man’s thighs.

It was unclear whether it was Lu Zhan’s initiative that was too stimulating and exciting for the young man, or if it was the youthful vigor that he was unable to control in his daze.

Lin Sicheng’s arousal came quickly, and before long, he felt his own abnormality.

With a flushed face, he moved his legs uncomfortably and shifted his hips, only to accidentally touch somewhere he shouldn’t have...

Immediately after, Lu Zhan grabbed him by the waist and pinned him in place.

Lu Zhan buried his head in the young man’s slightly cool neck, wanting to find some relief, but for some reason, the heat on his body intensified...

Glancing sideways at the fully reddened earlobe, it looked very delicious and cute; his thin lips parted slightly...

He continued to kiss and suckle downwards, while his right hand unconsciously squeezed the slender waist in his grasp...

Despite Lin Sicheng’s usual act of being a veteran in the field of love, constantly teasing Lu Zhan and leaving marks, he was actually just a novice.

Lin Sicheng only felt his legs go weak, and a sudden ache in his lower back made tears almost spring to his eyes.

All of this was too abnormal...

Sir was never a lustful person; although he hadn’t rejected his proximity before, he had always been rather cold. How could he possibly have a reaction to him...

Was it because he had been drinking? Lin Sicheng looked at the nearly empty wine bottle.

Before he could think further, the hand on his waist had somehow slipped under his clothes...

His small Adam’s apple was lightly...

This was originally what Lin Sicheng liked to do most to Lu Zhan, but now it was being replicated on himself; he felt his body go soft and his heart tremble.

But such a feeling was so captivating!

Brother Zhan seemed a bit drunk; although his expression wasn’t much different from usual, upon closer inspection, the corners of his eyes were abnormally red, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

The unusual behavior, the unexpected reaction, the faint blush on his porcelain-white skin, and the deep intertwining of the scent of alcohol and sandalwood.

The coolness of the past had finally been tinged with heat.