Seducing Him - Chapter 18
She instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between herself and him.
Lu Jin lowered his gaze, shifting his eyes from the dazed young man to her. His expression remained calm as usual, yet there was a strange, unfamiliar darkness in it.
Ci Yiyang opened her mouth, intending to call an ambulance, when a naturally gentle voice came from behind.
“Don’t call.”
Startled, Ci Yiyang turned her head and saw an extremely gentle, harmless-looking face.
It was Lian Rong.
“Yes, the second floor of Qingsong,” Lian Rong said with a smile while on the phone. He came out from the crowd and stood beside Lu Jin.
He looked at Ci Yiyang and told the person on the phone, “Make sure it’s handled properly; don’t leave any evidence.”
Ci Yiyang held her phone, ultimately deciding not to call, because Ming Ying’s call came through at just that moment.
She hadn’t yet recovered from what had just happened, and by the time she reacted, she instinctively answered.
“Is this Ming Ying’s friend? I just saw Ming Ying lying alone drunk in the bathroom. I thought she was alone, so I helped her out. She woke up in the car on the way back to school and said you were still at the bar, so I’m calling you.”
It seemed that while she had been struggling with that young man earlier, she hadn’t noticed Ming Ying had been helped out.
Hearing Ming Ying mumbling about her still being at the bar, Ci Yiyang gently responded to the woman on the phone, “Alright, I understand. Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”
“No problem, we’re all classmates; it’s nothing.”
After hanging up politely, Ci Yiyang looked up.
The surrounding crowd had dispersed, the hallway was cleaned up, and the young man who had been knocked unconscious had been taken away.
Only the teenager remained, half-closing his eyes, leaning against the carved pillar as if waiting for her to finish the call.
Hesitating for a moment, Ci Yiyang walked over and asked, “Why are you here?”
“A party.”
“Oh.”
“By the way, thank you.”
Ci Yiyang saw sincerity in his eyes. Thinking back to him smashing a bottle on the other guy’s head, that calm yet violent moment, she said, “Fortunately, your force was just right. That was all wine on him, not bl00d.”
At that moment, seeing the dark red liquid on the young man, she had thought Lu Jin had caused a fatal injury. Although she disliked both of them barging in, she hadn’t wanted him to bear someone’s death because of her.
Lu Jin gave her a meaningful glance and responded with a casual, “Hmm,” casually resting his hand on the nearby railing.
Following his movement, she noticed a cut on his palm still bleeding.
She reached out and touched his hand, worried, “Lu Jin, your hand… it’s bleeding.”
He seemed to realize it just then, raising his hand and quietly examining the wound.
It wasn’t a gruesome wound. Because it hadn’t been treated, the bl00d was still flowing. As he raised his arm, the bl00d slid down to his fingertips, like a few red lines seeping from his flesh.
He stared at the bl00d as if seeing it for the first time, unblinking, long enough that Ci Yiyang felt an odd, almost satisfied sensation from him.
Seeing him hesitate, she took a few pieces of tissue from her bag, held his hand carefully, avoiding the wound, and gently wiped the bl00d off his wrist.
Her head was lowered, so she didn’t notice the young man watching her with the same gaze he had used on his wrist—a faint, inexplicable pleasure on his pale face.
“I’ll just use this to stop the bleeding for now. Once we get back, you can disinfect it properly and bandage it yourself, or go to the hospital,” she said, wrapping his wound with tissue.
After speaking, she realized he hadn’t responded. Looking up, she found him staring at her, lips slightly curved, eyes softening with a faint smile.
Feels good…?
Ci Yiyang frowned, saying, “It’s late. My friend has already returned to school. I should go back too.”
She tried to pull her hand away, but as soon as she did, his grip tightened around her wrist.
“Sister,” the boy’s voice was low and soft.
Ci Yiyang looked at him, puzzled, “What is it?”
His eyes, seemingly impenetrable, stared at her as he stated, “The dormitory is already closed. Tomorrow when we return to school, sister, come back and help me bandage the wound.”
If she left now, the dorm would indeed be closed at this hour. But at Jing University, many students stayed out late, so the dorm doors often weren’t fully shut; she could still get in.
She glanced at Lu Jin, who, as if impervious to pain, held her wrist with his injured hand.
It didn’t seem like he really needed her to bandage it.
Still, she nodded, following his words, “Looks like the dorm is closing now. Then let’s go back today.”
The boy smiled upon hearing this.
Because Lu Jin’s hand was injured and he couldn’t drive, the driver had come.
By the time they returned to the estate, it was already past midnight.
Fortunately, Ci Yiyang didn’t have morning classes, only an elective in the afternoon. If she were late, she could have someone help sign her in.
She went to Lu Jin’s room.
They sat on the sofa. Ci Yiyang extended his hand and carefully removed the tissue fused with his wound.
She poured plenty of disinfectant on it.
Once the tissue was removed, the wound started bleeding again. Watching it, she felt pain herself, but the person beside her showed no change in breathing, as if he felt nothing.
Does it really not hurt?
Ci Yiyang couldn’t help but look up.
The black-haired, pale-skinned teenager sat before her, eyes lowered, long dark eyelashes casting shadows, except for a hint of pink at the corners of his eyes. He seemed truly unfeeling.
Noticing her gaze, he looked up and met her eyes for a few seconds, then slightly moved his lips, uttering one word: “Pain.”
He said it without sincerity, as if casually adding a soft, “Hmm” afterward.
Ci Yiyang didn’t know if he was really in pain, and lowered her head to continue.
Because she had to treat the wound, she leaned in close, and unknowingly, the teenager also lowered his head.
“By the way…” Ci Yiyang started speaking, and as she passed her nose over his jaw, her voice vanished instantly.
He was so close she could clearly feel his breath on her face, eyes, nose, even lips…
The room fell silent. They were staring, mesmerized.
His pupils were hazy, his Adam’s apple rolled lightly, his jaw dropping slightly—their lips were almost touching.
Just as they were about to meet, Ci Yiyang snapped back, turned her head, grabbed gauze, and continued, “Try not to get your hand wet for the next few days.”
She almost touched him.
He didn’t seem to hear her, his eyelashes trembled, and he blinked away his regret, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
Ci Yiyang suddenly fell into his arms, hands landing on his pelvis, looking up at him in shock.
He lowered his head, breath close to her face, and said, “I saved you today, so aren’t you going to thank me?”
His cool thumb brushed her wrist, sending tingles through her.
She turned her head, seemingly resisting, yet breathed lightly, withdrawing her hand to rest on his Adam’s apple, murmuring, “I should thank you.”
His dark eyes under thick lashes stared at her without moving. Her fingers traced his throat, rolling over the Adam’s apple, like a silent invitation.
The empty room, under her fingertips, seemed to exude stifling warmth, like mist rising in a steamy bathroom, dampening her eyebrows and face.
She pressed her fingers lightly, lifting his chin.
He followed, tilting his head back to expose his neck, looking up at the ceiling light with a trace of desire in his eyes, his face showing barely noticeable daze.
Ci Yiyang didn’t look at him. She leaned down and kissed the back of the fingers that had touched his throat. She didn’t even touch his skin, yet his chest rose visibly with heavy, trembling breaths.
Just exposing the throat caused a reaction as if a fetish had been satisfied.
She stopped at the right moment, then returned to her seat.
Noticing her movement, Lu Jin turned his head. His eyes, wet with faint redness, now carried a restrained, chaotic longing. Hoarsely, he asked, “Hmm? What’s wrong?”
Ci Yiyang, side-on, tidied the medical kit without looking up, explaining, “It’s already past midnight. I have classes tomorrow, so I need to sleep early.”
She wasn’t really concerned—seeing him a little too pleased made her uneasy; she didn’t want to fully satisfy him.
“Don’t you have just one class in the afternoon?” His gaze fell on her pale lips, kissed through her fingers.
Ci Yiyang paused while packing the kit, looking up, puzzled, “How do you know I only have one class in the afternoon?”
They weren’t in the same major or department; how could he know her schedule?
“Oh.” He realized and lowered his eyes, leaning back, “I didn’t know. Just now I asked, and you admitted it yourself.”
Ci Yiyang remembered he had sounded uncertain earlier, wondering if it was a random guess.
But… how could it be so accurate?
She looked at him strangely.
Other than the faint red mark on his face that hadn’t faded, his expression was as usual—calm, cold, detached.
For some reason, she always sensed an inexplicable feeling from him, as if he could see through everything she did, leaving no privacy.
She suppressed the panic she felt for no reason, saying, “Yes, but I still have a report to finish, so I need to go back to school early.”
Turns out she was still teasing him.
Lu Jin tilted his head, smiling as he watched her remain silent.
Ci Yiyang returned the medical kit to its place and glanced at the boy still staring at her, “Good night. Sleep well.”
“Good night,” he replied.
This time, Ci Yiyang didn’t pretend to be afraid and stay in his room. She returned to her bedroom directly.
Because she had a bit of alcohol from the bar earlier, she wanted to shower first. But she found the bathroom faucet produced no hot water.
Broken?
She looked at the bathtub already filled halfway and tried the sink faucet—still cold.
Apparently, it was truly broken. She couldn’t sleep without a shower.
She picked up her pajamas and went to the guest room.
Perhaps because her earlier excuse of a broken faucet had “worked,” the long-unused guest room was also cold water only.
Technically, it shouldn’t be possible for there to be no hot water.
So she knocked on Lu Jin’s door again.
Someone inside seemed to be showering. After a short wait, the door opened.
Lu Jin leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, “Sister, do you need me for something?”
He wore only a deep V-neck bathrobe, water dripping from his exposed collarbones, pale skin steamed pink, giving him a subtle, almost imperceptible alluring aura.
“You’re showering?” Ci Yiyang’s gaze lingered on his steamy skin, tone puzzled.
“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”
“My bathroom and the guest room’s bathroom don’t seem to have hot water,” she replied truthfully.
She had checked downstairs—the kitchen had hot water, but she couldn’t shower there.
Suspecting a pipe or water heater issue, she came looking for his contact person. He, however, could shower normally.
Hearing this, Lu Jin moved aside, “Sister, come in. No one can fix it until tomorrow.”
And so, just a couple of hours after leaving, Ci Yiyang entered the room again.
She glanced at the teenager, still curious how his bathroom had hot water.
He sat on the sofa, brows and eyes showing drowsiness, “Not connected to other rooms.”
Seeing his peculiar bathroom setup, it made sense.
Ci Yiyang didn’t think further, saying, “Then I’ll just borrow your bathroom.”
“Mm.” He closed his eyes, voice hoarse from sleep, hand resting naturally on the sofa arm, veins on the back of his hand prominent.
Ci Yiyang glanced at his beautiful hand, retrieved her pajamas, and entered the bathroom.
While showering, standing on the anti-slip tiles, she felt uneasy, as if something was on her skin.
She had felt this once before, so she didn’t use this excuse to approach Lu Jin again.
Perhaps it was the mirror.
Closing her eyes, she avoided seeing her reflection. Her pale skin flushed pink under the hot water. Hands hurriedly brushed over her chest and legs.
After a quick shower, she emerged. The person who had been on the sofa was now lying there, shoulders trembling slightly.
She thought it was from pain, “Is it the wound hurting?”
He didn’t lift his head. After a while, he muttered, “Nothing.”
Ci Yiyang wasn’t genuinely concerned. Hearing “nothing,” she didn’t ask further. “Then I’ll go back.”
“Mm…” His tailing sound trembled softly.
Before she slept, exhausted, she didn’t know that the boy who had been on the sofa had already stood where she had been, arms against the mirror, head leaning, veins on his neck prominent, throat moving as he suppressed his breathing, mind filled with her.
No.
Still no.
He couldn’t.
His beautiful pupils were near dilated, the abnormal redness on his cheek spreading across his body.
For a long time, he just couldn’t.
He needed her, needed his sister’s comfort.
So in the middle of the night, around 3 a.m., his moaning gradually stopped.
The sound of the door opening was faint.
A shadow, infused with chaotic desire, stretched from outside, falling into the bed’s gaze, faintly damp and unsettling.