Seducing Him - Chapter 12
Ci Yiyang’s face stiffened instantly. She tried to pull her hand away, but he pressed her back, keeping her close.
Her entire body leaned against him.
In the dim, ambiguous light of the room, it was hard for her to discern Lu Jin’s expression. He seemed to be casually watching the movie, yet his breathing was heavy, as if enveloped in a layer of scorching heat.
Ci Yiyang lowered her head, burying it in his chest. Her ears, visible from her black hair, were faintly flushed.
For a moment, the screams from the movie faded, replaced by the deafening sound of pounding hearts—maybe hers, maybe his. She couldn’t tell, and her whole body tensed.
Finally, he slowly withdrew her hand and, in a hoarse voice, reminded her casually: “Sister, the movie is about to end.”
Ci Yiyang came back to her senses and lifted her delicate face, still kneeling on the sofa. “I—I didn’t mean to.”
She lightly bit her full lower lip, ashamed, her eyes moist, innocent.
In the dim light of the movie, the boy’s half-visible face was hard to read, his jaw slightly raised as he nodded: “Hmm, I know.”
Calm, as if this reaction was perfectly normal, without a trace of desire. It was as though he wasn’t the type to respond so easily to a touch.
The movie, over a hundred minutes long, finally reached its end.
Ci Yiyang couldn’t bear it any longer. She found an excuse and hurried out of the screening room as if dust rose beneath her feet.
After she left, the boy emerged slowly from the shadows.
He placed his hands on the armrest and looked down at her hasty retreating figure. His eyelids drooped lazily, but they trembled slightly.
Under the bright light, his lower eyelids were red, spreading toward his cheekbones, giving him an unusual lingering look.
After descending, Ci Yiyang returned to her room and, looking in the mirror, realized her cheeks were flushed.
She repeatedly washed her hands with shower gel, as if she had touched something disgusting.
Yet no matter how much she washed, that burning, swelling sensation persisted.
She left the bathroom, curling her knees as she leaned in the hanging chair, gazing out the window, regaining her usual composure.
Even though she wanted to seduce Lu Jin—her body, even—the moment they touched, she felt disgusted.
He reacted that way with just a touch in such a situation.
Shameless.
Perhaps because the incident in the screening room was too awkward, Lu Jin didn’t come downstairs for dinner, and Ci Yiyang ate alone.
By almost ten at night, the weather changed abruptly. The sky had been clear during the day, and suddenly a torrential rain fell.
The rain, lashing against the window with the wind, made the room chill. The window was half-open, and the light-colored curtains fluttered wildly.
She had seen the weather forecast earlier: thunderstorms at night, which explained why she hadn’t slept yet.
She opened her box and took out the lingerie she had bought earlier, carefully laying out each piece on the bed.
She patiently waited until the rain grew heavier, then put on one piece, wearing modest sleepwear over it. She applied a thin layer of light pink lip gloss and tousled her hair.
After finishing, she looked at her reflection, showing a startled, innocent expression as if she had just woken up.
Tonight, she would visit Lu Jin again.
The bathroom filled with heavy steam, water cascading down, droplets rolling over her pale, smooth skin, tracing her narrow waist before being brushed away.
The boy’s deep black eyes were slightly unfocused, moisture at the corners, one hand braced against the wall as he recalled the touch from earlier.
His sister’s hands were small, gentle, yet enough to keep him aroused even now.
His body exuded a damp heat. Only the knock on the door brought him back to reality.
By now, the housekeeper had long left, and no one else would knock upstairs.
It could only be his sister.
He lifted his flushed face, looked at himself in the mirror, turned off the water, and silenced the lingering sounds in the bathroom.
Those sounds had been her moans when she was drunk, amplified in his mind.
After putting on his bathrobe, he didn’t go to the door immediately but went to another dimly lit room with the wet black fabric in hand.
Outside, the rain poured down, humid and heavy even without opening the window.
The phone on the table emitted a silver-blue glow. Lu Jin dried his still-dripping hair with a dry cloth and leaned against the window to answer the call.
“Sister, what’s wrong?”
The soft voice of a girl came through. “Lu Jin, it’s raining outside, and there’s lightning.”
He glanced into the distance, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly as his magnetic voice became muffled through the open window.
Not only lightning, but distant and near thunder rumbled.
Tonight, it was the heaviest rain in half a year, falling like jade beans under the streetlights.
He listened lazily to her breathing on the other end.
Her voice seemed slightly trembling, yet she tried to sound calm. “…Are you in your room?”
He raised his eyes lazily, saying nothing.
There was a pause on the other end, then: “I’m at your door. There’s a fingerprint lock, so I can’t get in.”
He looked and replied softly, “Wait a moment.”
At that moment, the door made a slight click.
She held the phone, staring at the door, hearing his slightly low voice:
“You may come in, Sister.”
Perhaps because it was raining, the moist, sticky tone from the phone made the night feel even more anxious.
Ci Yiyang pushed down the door handle, and as light spilled through the crack, she saw the boy who had just emerged from the shower.
His black hair was wet and messy, his deep features damp and striking.
Lu Jin wore a bathrobe, his gaze falling on her.
Her carefully made-up face looked like a crystal doll in a display case, her panicked expression perfectly in place.
She wore a loose T-shirt, her nose red, soft and anxious: “Lu Jin, I’m really scared alone.”
Lu Jin’s expression straightened slightly, his hoarse voice asking: “What’s wrong?”
Ci Yiyang lowered her head, confused and embarrassed. “We watched that movie earlier, right? I dreamed of the scenes just now. I became the person being chased by the ghost, so I’m really scared.”
He came closer, standing before her, gazing down at her: “Sister, don’t you like watching? How could you be scared?”
“Actually… I’ve never watched a horror movie before.”
With a hint of tears, she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, hiding her face.
Not knowing whether he believed her, he said: “If you’re scared, then don’t turn off the lights tonight.”
Ci Yiyang shook her head, her voice muffled: “Too bright, I’m still scared.”
Most people might be convincing saying this, but Ci Yiyang preferred sleeping in darkness, where she felt safe.
Lu Jin lifted an eyelid, not seeing through her, his reassurance casual: “Then what? You can’t stay awake all night either.”
Hearing him return the question, Ci Yiyang held his waist, lifting her eyes, pleading: “Lu Jin, can I sleep in your room tonight?”
As she said this, the air seemed to pause.
His gaze fell on her pale shoulder, slightly pink, and as she embraced him, her pure white lace unconsciously caught his eye.
Ci Yiyang clutched her dress tightly, her eyes moist: “I’m really scared. I feel safer with you.”
Her face, said to be mesmerizing, gave an impression of innocence at first glance. Once the water glimmered in her eyes, it was hard to refuse her.
Having visited many times already, if Lu Jin were going to refuse, he would have done so before.
Tonight, she could enter and sleep in his room.
The night was still hot, lingering summer heat, her sleepwear thin, soft enough to feel the curve beneath.
In the dim light, his voice soft and gentle: “Sleep with me?”
The tone, warm and close to her cheek, sent shivers through her scalp.
Ci Yiyang shivered slightly but lifted her eyes: “May I, Lu Jin?”
She wasn’t very tall—around 1.6 meters—but appeared tiny beside him. Embracing him, her small face seemed pitiful, like a lost kitten finding its master.
He didn’t move, lazily watching, seeming to weigh whether to let her in.
She bit her lip, pleading: “I’m really scared alone. Please, Lu Jin.”
He raised his jaw slightly, the wall lamp above casting soft light in his eyes, and slowly gave in: “Then what? There’s only one bed in my room. If you come in, will you sleep on the sofa or the bed?”
He added slowly: “If you don’t sleep on the bed, I can’t sleep.”
Ci Yiyang understood the situation: “Then we’ll sleep together.”
Hearing this, the boy’s gaze softened: “You came at night… to sleep with me?”
The final word lingered with a strange hint of intimacy.
“It’s not that. I mean…” Ci Yiyang tried to explain: “You sleep the first half, I the second, or I can sleep on the sofa.”
He was silent.
Before she could think further, he lazily moved aside, letting her enter.
Ci Yiyang lay on the sofa first, hugging a small pillow, eyes sharp and observing him: “You don’t need to worry. I’ll sleep here.”
Lu Jin walked over, concise: “Sleep on the bed.”
The small pillow fell, her loose sleepwear slipping slightly, revealing her pale shoulder. She looked at him innocently: “It’s fine. I’ll sleep here.”
Lu Jin looked down at her, leaning forward, took the pillow from her abdomen, casually tossing it aside.
“Go to the bed. The sofa is by the window; you might get scared by ghosts grabbing your feet.”
His voice lazy, joking, yet not funny.
Ci Yiyang insisted: “It’s okay. I’ll sleep here.”
Lu Jin’s casual gaze softened slightly: “If you don’t want to, then go back.”
After a few seconds, she slowly moved to the bed.
She looked at him lying on the sofa, half-reclined, elbows on his eyes, showing a solitary, high-class profile. From her angle, his Adam’s apple rolled gently under pale skin.
His posture looked more like a model than someone sleeping.
Ci Yiyang stared at him for a long time.
Perhaps her gaze was too direct. His drowsy voice came: “If you keep staring, dawn will arrive.”
Ci Yiyang pulled back, soft: “You look good sleeping.”
The unexpected compliment left him speechless, sinking into silence.
Ci Yiyang lay on the bed, white dress spread on the gray-white sheets, like a pure lily.
The pillow and blanket he had slept on were cold, gray, and empty, yet soft, surprisingly comfortable, with a faint fragrance—the same scent he had mentioned was allergenic.
She didn’t want to cover herself but the room was too cold, so she pulled the blanket over her shoulders.
Finding a comfortable position, she asked guiltily: “Making you sleep on the sofa, am I bothering you?”
He put down his hand, smiled slightly: “Want the truth?”
She shook her head: “Never mind.”
It didn’t matter if he slept comfortably; she was content.
After the rain, heat returned, and Ci Yiyang couldn’t sleep.
Lying on the bed, she flipped silently, the room only filled with her slight movements.
Halfway through the night:
“Lu Jin.”
She lifted the blanket, sitting, looking at the sofa.
Because it was dark, she could just make out the boy lying there.
He seemed also awake, his hoarse voice: “Can’t sleep?”
“Mm, can’t sleep.”
He opened his lips to speak, but she spoke first:
“Lu Jin.”
A soft light appeared in the wall, small and yellow.
He opened his eyes and saw the soft curve of the girl on the bed. Her face was unclear, but her tone unmistakably seductive:
“Do you want to come to bed?”
The words were an invitation. He sat up, then froze.
Ci Yiyang, puzzled, asked: “What’s wrong?”
He was silent for a moment, then calmly reminded her: “No need. We already slept together last night.”
She understood: she had invited him, and he refused.
Ci Yiyang lost interest, pulled the blanket over her head, and returned to the bed.
The boy on the sofa, eyes closed, eyelashes trembling, slowly opened his eyes, hazy and confused.
He licked his lips, filled with lingering regret.
So… even with family, he couldn’t kiss properly. He had extended his tongue, but only brushed hers lightly.