Seducing Him - Chapter 16

Rushing away, Ci Yiyang was indeed startled by the intensity of Lu Jin’s desire earlier.

She had never encountered anyone like him before.

His face was cold, his movements urgent, yet without any deliberate provocation, the raw, overflowing desire hit her directly.

He was like a wounded wild dog—collapsed in front of her yet still raging with lust, his obsessive gaze giving her an extremely perverse feeling.

So she instinctively recoiled and ran.

At this moment, Ci Yiyang was like a cat whose paw had been stepped on, too scared to look back, her legs weak as she fled to her room and locked the door.

She didn’t even turn on the light, instinctively curling up under the covers in the pitch-black bed.

In the darkness, her bright, wet eyes stared wide open. She pressed her hands tightly against her chest, which he had grasped so forcefully, and wrapped herself in the blanket.

In her ears, she could still hear the sound of the young man’s restrained breathing, the way he had pushed himself to the limit, hot and uncontrollable, lingering in her mind despite her efforts to shake it off.

She pulled the blanket over herself, forcing her mind not to think about it.

She wanted to go to the bathroom to shower but didn’t want to move. Every slight motion made her recall the scene in the studio earlier.

A mad dog.

A flash of irritation crossed Ci Yiyang’s eyes, and she bit her lip hard.

But after her shame and anger, she suddenly realized that Lu Jin had completely lost control earlier, yet his expression gradually returned to calm indifference.

In fact, Lu Jin was usually very cold, practically the type of person who would agree to anything for the sake of research.

She had sensed this since he agreed to help her.

He was interested in her—but to what degree, she hadn’t been sure. After today, she was somewhat certain:

Lu Jin harbored desire for her that mixed curiosity with lust.

From this point, she could use it to her advantage, carefully teasing him.

Because of what happened in the studio that morning, she spent the entire day cautiously avoiding Lu Jin.

She had expected him to come downstairs, but he seemed to be avoiding her as well; she didn’t see him at mealtime.

His absence reduced the awkwardness between them.

In the evening, after dinner, she passed his room on the way upstairs, instinctively lightening her steps, almost fleeing to her room.

She still couldn’t face him with composure, and her sleep that night was far from restful.

In her dreams, it was all Lu Jin.

He somehow climbed into her bed, kissing her damply and calling her “sister” affectionately.

In the dream, she watched as he opened her knees, kneeling in front of her, his fingers sticky as if pulled from somewhere else, tracing her lips, his crimson tongue licking.

He stared at her unblinkingly, his pale, red-lipped face maddeningly lustful.

And she, paralyzed by sleep paralysis, was aware but unable to move.

In her dreams, Lu Jin was so perverse she wanted to slap him again.

Thus, Ci Yiyang didn’t sleep well all night. She woke up before dawn, but only after lying in bed until the first light eased the heat in her body did she calm down.

Morning.

Ci Yiyang stood before the mirror dressing, noticing the residual red marks on her chest.

Darkened patches stood out vividly on her pale skin.

Just thinking about the marks, caused by his hands in the studio yesterday, made the lingering heat rise from her ears downwards.

She pressed her lips, dressed, washed up, and went out.

Living on the same floor, she paused in front of Lu Jin’s door, hesitating, staring at it.

After all, he had been too wild yesterday, and she still felt uneasy.

Just as she lifted her hand to knock, the tightly shut door swung open from inside.

Ci Yiyang instinctively stepped back and looked up to see the young man standing there.

He lowered his gaze at her, seemingly surprised by her presence.

Remembering the fear in her eyes last night, Lu Jin’s expression softened slightly, but he said nothing, simply walking past her downstairs.

Seeing him leave, she followed.

He noticed but didn’t turn back.

Downstairs, he sat at the dining table. Ci Yiyang took a seat not far from him, listening as he had someone bring her usual breakfast.

Once the servant left, the breakfast was set on the table. Both remained silent.

He bit into a soft piece of bread and went upstairs.

Seeing him leave, Ci Yiyang reached out and grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.

“Wait,” she said.

He turned, lowering his gaze to measure her hand clutching his sleeve.

Her fingers were faintly pink from gripping too tightly.

That subtle color reminded him of yesterday in the studio.

Sister didn’t like too many colors on her body: black hair, simple solid-colored dresses, clean nails.

A pair of hands like this, gripping in a frenzied moment, created a stark contrast.

Images of yesterday flashed through Lu Jin’s mind, his throat dry with desire as he bit his tongue to quell the longing that the morning had unintentionally stirred.

He lifted his eyelids and met her gaze. “Sister, what is it?”

Ci Yiyang, though not short among girls, still had to tilt her head up to meet him.

In every aspect—presence, strength—she was weaker than him; only age gave her a slight edge.

After yesterday, she now knew what expression would attract his attention.

She had to look innocent, harmless, even fragile.

Yesterday, she had suggested something that got out of hand, and she had slapped him and run. Any normal man would have been angry.

Even her voice was soft as she spoke: “Lu Jin, I’m sorry about yesterday in the studio. I didn’t mean it.”

“Are you apologizing to me, Sister?” Lu Jin tilted his head casually, revealing the left side of his face.

Ci Yiyang looked at that side.

It had been the side she slapped hard last night. The redness and slight swelling hadn’t gone away, yet it didn’t ruin his beauty.

“Yes.” She nodded gently, reaching to touch his still-red face, asking with concern, “Does it still hurt?”

Before her hand could touch him, he grabbed her wrist.

He turned his head away.

Ci Yiyang didn’t pull away and stared at him steadily.

Lu Jin looked at her, dark eyes falling on her guilt-laden expression, revealing the sharp tips of his canine teeth under his lips, seeming to smile.

“It doesn’t hurt much. But if you’re afraid of me, Sister, try not to touch me,” he said in a calm, cold voice, softly warning her.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hmm?” His smile was faint, cold, not reaching his eyes.

Her eyes, remembering her disgust from yesterday, were not afraid, only repulsed.

Seeing his expression, she gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and hugged his waist.

“Lu Jin.”

His smile faded, eyes falling to her soft hair, not pushing her away.

“I really am not afraid of you. I’m grateful for your care all this time,” she said. “And yesterday, I asked for your help. You had already warned me that losing control was inevitable. I wasn’t afraid of you, didn’t dislike you, and even…”

He said nothing.

Ci Yiyang paused, not finishing the sentence, and continued: “Sorry, I’ve never kissed anyone before. My mind went blank at the moment, and your hands were too strong, which hurt, so I was uncomfortable.”

His hands had gone beyond the “research” boundaries, so her fear was natural.

She buried her face in his chest, hands wrapped around him, speaking softly with a hint of allure, evoking memories of last night.

After she finished, Lu Jin finally reacted.

He lifted her flushed face, eyelids partially covering the dark pupils.

Ci Yiyang gazed up at him with rounded almond eyes.

He didn’t rebut her comment about his roughness but asked gently, “So you didn’t mean it, like when we first met?”

His soft tone was like autumn rain, each word falling into her ear, wet and lingering.

Though she disliked this tone, mentioning the long-past first encounter made her feel he was petty.

Despite some resentment, she lifted her face, fabricating a sweet lie.

“Yes. I originally wanted to see who Dad and the others said was my brother. When I first saw you in the crowd, you were very good-looking. But I always react strongly when emotions run high, so whether it was the first meeting or yesterday, it wasn’t me intentionally hitting you.”

“Very good-looking?” he murmured.

Throughout her explanation, he seemed to latch only on that phrase, even repeating it to himself.

“Yes,” she nodded.

She wasn’t lying—seeing his face for the first time had truly stunned her with its beauty. Still, in retrospect, the slap was too light, not enough.

Lu Jin could see from her eyes that she genuinely thought he was handsome.

Ci Yiyang noticed his faint smile, feeling a subtle closeness dissolve between them.

“Does it still hurt?” She touched his cheek, her worry almost spilling out. “Next time, don’t be so rough. Go slower, and I won’t hit you.”

He didn’t pull away, resting his head in her palm, quietly replying: “It hurts.”

She put her hand down. “Then let me put some medicine on it.”

“Okay,” he said calmly, lowering his long lashes.

There was a medicine box hidden in the cabinet.

Ci Yiyang had seen the maid use it before, so she found it quickly.

Lu Jin sat on the sofa. As she took a seat on the armrest, he tilted his face to look at her.

She leaned over him, lifting his handsome face, noticing the redness and swelling on his skin, realizing how hard she had actually hit him yesterday.

Not only his face but also slight bl00d streaks on his eyelids from fingernails.

Even so, the face remained beautiful, like a delicate butterfly trapped in a display case, preserved yet still alive.

Ci Yiyang looked away and began applying the brown medicine carefully with a cotton swab.

The cold touch mixed with a hint of pain, yet he didn’t move at all, eyelids drooping, discerning the scent from her skin through the strong smell of medicine.

All substances used on him were chosen by him, so he could tell she had showered before leaving in the morning.

Her gaze stayed on his face, noticing a subtle movement of his body, and instinctively her eyes slid downward.

Today, Lu Jin wore loose long clothing, but it didn’t conceal the strange bulge beneath the hem.

Because she had touched it yesterday, she noticed immediately.

For a moment, she wanted to pour all the antiseptic medicine on his face.

She had never seen anyone react like that at such a moment.

Even as the cotton swab softened from use, he remained completely unaware.