34 : That was my first kiss

 Yinluo took a long time showering this time, and came out his body flushed pink from the steam.

He put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, placed the wooden rose on the bookshelf, and then stared at the large bouquet of roses on the table, looking troubled. The roses looked very fresh, and there was a card inside.

[Dear Yinyin:

I hope you are happy when you see these flowers.

Uncle Shang]

The handwriting was sharp and strong; he had seen it in Shang Chengnin's office before—it must have been written by the other party himself.

Yinluo had always loved roses, not just for their beauty.

When he was little, his father had planted roses all over their garden, different colors, which always made the yard vibrant with life in season. Unfortunately, his father was in poor health and passed away early.

After that, his mother was busy with company affairs every day, and although they hired a gardener, the garden was neglected, and it soon fell into disrepair.

Roses are beautiful, but they need careful care.

Maybe he should keep them in his dormitory, at least he could see them every day. If left in Shang Chengnin's apartment, no one would change the water, and they would wither quickly.

Having made her decision, Yinluo found a bucket to use as a vase, carefully trimming each stem and adding water. After finishing,

her back ached.

Some petals were still on her feet.

Yinluo, a bit of a germaphobe, swept up the scattered petals and trimmed branches before running to the bathroom to wash her feet.

After washing, Yinluo heard the door open.

She came out and saw Lu Ran had returned.

"Have you been in the dorm all this time?" The dorm door was ajar when Yinluo returned, but he had been there for almost two hours without anyone noticing, so she assumed someone had left the door open. "What did you go about?"

Lu Ran hadn't expected Yinluo to return so early after going out with Duan Muze. "I went to the dorm next door. There's a basketball game in a few days." Yinluo

hummed in agreement.

Her feet were still wet. As she was about to grab a towel, she suddenly felt a sudden emptiness in her waist.

His thighs were gathered in the boy's strong arms, and he was then carried directly to the small flower stand on the balcony.

The clean stand was small, barely big enough for one person. Even though Yin Luo was thin, he was still an adult, so he had to keep his legs together, his arms instinctively wrapped around the person in front of him because of the shock.

He didn't know why Lu Ran was suddenly

like this, and his eyes turned pink: "You... what are you doing..."

Lu Ran then shifted his gaze from the slender ankle to Yin Luo's face. The stand was high, but Yin Luo was much shorter than him, so he had to tilt his head back slightly.

From this angle, the boy's eyes were upturned, and contained a layer of misty light.

Lu Ran had always known that Yin Luo was beautiful, but never before had he felt anything like this.

The eighteen-year-old boy, due to long-term training and good genes, had explosive muscles under his tall, thin clothes. He swallowed hard: "You have a mole on your ankle."

Yin Luo was stunned.

A mole on her ankle, what did that have to do with being carried here?

How strange.

Yin Luo was already quite delicate, and now, exhausted with a sore back and legs, he got angry and kicked Lu Ran's leg. The other didn't move, but Yin Luo was the one hurt by the taut muscles.

"Put me down quickly, I just finished fixing the flowers, I'm so tired."

Lu Ran usually obeyed him, and Yin Luo was used to ordering him around.

However, this time his request was denied.

Lu Ran not only didn't pick him up, but moved even closer. On the small table, through his thin pajamas, Yin Luo's legs felt cold from the tiles, and his chest felt constricted, making it hard to breathe.

"Mmm—"

After letting out a sound like a kitten, Lu Ran couldn't hold back any longer and pressed his lips against Yin Luo's slightly open mouth.

The tall man was like a wild beast biting its prey, his movements fierce, sucking and nibbling at the full lips.

Yin Luo felt pain and wanted to cry.

However, his slightly open mouth gave the other man an opportunity.

Lu Ran kissed her fiercely, driven entirely by primal desire. He only felt that Yin Luo's lips were soft and fragrant, and when he couldn't take it anymore, she would show that kind of expression.

Exactly the same as in the swimming pool.

He almost thought it was a dream—

that day, after being accidentally knocked into the water, he sank straight down. Half-awake, he felt someone kissing him.

He wanted to push the other person away, but he couldn't move at all.

And gradually, he seemed to not want to resist anymore.

The person opposite him had a familiar sweet fragrance, and although he couldn't see the face clearly, he could vaguely feel that the skin was very white.

—So much like Yin Luo.

But Yin Luo wouldn't sit on his waist and

breathe into his ear, wouldn't draw circles on his chest muscles with her fingers, and wouldn't say in such a seductive voice over and over again: "Brother, do you want me? Kiss me, love me, okay?"

He couldn't move at all. He was so

aroused that his whole body was tense.

However, in the end, the other person only lightly touched the corner of his mouth before getting up and leaving.

He thought of getting up to ask, "Are you Yinluo?" but the kiss made him gradually lose consciousness. Before he closed his eyes, he saw a light-colored mole on the other's fair ankle.

So for the past few days, he would look at Yinluo's ankle whenever he had the chance, but because of the weather, the boy had been wearing long pants.

Until today—

Lu Ran couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart. He liked Yinluo, liked her so much that she was in his hazy spring dreams.

He felt Yinluo let out a soft sob as he was kissed, her arms pressed against his chest.

He loosened his grip slightly, and when he saw the wet tears on her face and the expression of wanting to resist but also being timidly restrained, he couldn't help but kiss her again.

This time he explored deeper. Yinluo's lips were almost kissed raw, her lips were bright red and glossy, her philtrum was swollen, and she looked ripe inside and out.

She tilted her head back, revealing her delicate fair neck, her eyes still unfocused for a long time.

Lu Ran couldn't help but bite his lip, his voice fierce: "You were the one who kissed me by the pool, weren't you! Right?"

Yin Luo, who was about to question Lu Ran, froze, his identity shifting from victim to bully.

At this crucial moment, his first reaction was to ask the system: [Didn't the "Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death" drug work?]

The system hesitated to speak, but still told its host the truth: [It worked, but the side effects vary from person to person, it's possible...]

Yin Luo had a bad feeling: [...possibly what?]

System: [The man might think you forcibly kissed him there and seduced him.]

Yin Luo: [...]

Yin Luo instantly felt a headache coming on. However, in Lu Ran's eyes, this evasive expression meant he didn't want to take responsibility. He placed his hands on either side of the boy's body, his hot breath making the boy's cheeks even redder.

"It was my first kiss."

Yin Luo: "...That was artificial respiration."

Lu Ran: "Impossible! If it was artificial respiration, you wouldn't sit on me, touching me and kissing me, your tongue was practically inside, it smelled so good."

Yin Luo: "..."

The side effects of this drug were too great.

What exactly happened on Lu Ran's end?

But the situation was clear—Lu Ran did fall into the water because of him, and he did kiss the other's lips.

He felt that, in Lu Ran's eyes, he was a complete scumbag who stole an eighteen-year-old boy's first kiss and refused to admit it. Having finally been caught, he was bound to kiss him back.

And he kissed him especially hard.

Yin Luo's lips were already swollen, and now, with the aftereffects kicking in, they were burning with pain.

He subconsciously licked his soft, chapped lips, but the person opposite him suddenly tightened their arms, their breathing becoming rapid: "Stop seducing me!"

Yin Luo: "..."

After a moment, he accepted the reality and slowly said, "Then what do you want to do?"

Lu Ran coughed, then stared at those two rosy lips again: "We...we've already kissed, what do you want to do?"

Yin Luo blinked, her expression serious: "You just kissed me back, so we're even now, right?"

"..." Lu Ran was almost laughing in exasperation, "What do you mean, even? I gave you my first kiss, I let you sit on my waist, and you even touched me...how can we be even?"

Yin Luo's flushed face scrunched up, trying to figure out how to cover up this misunderstanding.

Lu Ran then suggested: "I gave you my first kiss, so I'll definitely give you my first time in the future too. Let's date, then get married after graduation. I'll buy a house and put it in your name, and you can move in and be my wife."

"..."

"What do you think?"

"..."

Yin Luo was about to faint.

First, he was showered with kisses, then he was bombarded with talk of dating and becoming someone's wife. Now, all of it was swirling around him, making it impossible for him to think straight.

He pursed his lips, and after a long pause, whispered, "Carry me down first..."

The boy's appearance after being kissed was particularly captivating, his voice soft and sweet, as if it were filled with water, his whole face like a vibrant rose, rich and flamboyant.

Lu Ran was completely mesmerized, so of course he would do whatever Yin Luo said. He used all his strength and finally lifted him down from the platform.

Before letting go, he kissed Yin Luo on the cheek.

Yin Luo was even more troubled, his brows furrowed, but his flushed ears and lips made his temper seem unconvincing, instead making him look like he had just been bullied.

He was really at his wit's end and started asking the system for help: [System,

what should I do?]

The system remained silent, quickly searching its mind for a solution: [Ding—Host has found one! Look at this!]

Yin Luo looked—"The Self-Cultivation of a Sea King"?

"...Will this work?

...It doesn't look like a serious book?"

The system commented: "Anyway, in the eyes of men, you're no longer a serious person, so an unserious book is perfect."

Yin Luo: "..."

His face flushed with embarrassment, and he reluctantly turned to a page.

—"After actively seducing someone, you should neither admit it nor refuse, but instead act cute and say nice things."

System: "[That sounds pretty much like how you usually are, host.]"

Yin Luo was annoyed: "[When have I ever actively seduced anyone?]"

After venting his anger on the system, Yin Luo remembered Lu Ran, who had been watching him and waiting for a response. He thought for a moment, then read aloud from one of the pages: "Lu Ran, I don't plan on dating right now. You've been so good to me, I've always thought of you as a brother... a younger brother."

Hearing the word "younger brother," Lu Ran thought of the "older man" on Yin Luo's phone. He snorted: "I'm only two years younger than you, taller and stronger than you, I can definitely take good care of you. Those older men might all be paralyzed in the future, you're still young."

"Talk to me, okay?" After Lu Ran finished speaking, looking at Yin Luo's troubled expression, "If you don't like me that much, then I'll pursue you for a while, and then you can decide, okay?"

Having said that, Yin Luo couldn't refuse: "Okay..."

Lu Ran happily picked him up, twirled him in the air, and then put him down.

Today had been a particularly surreal day, and Yin Luo felt like his brain was no longer under his control. After being put down by Lu Ran, he climbed straight into bed.

He never expected that Lu Ran, a straight man, would change his sexual orientation because of CPR.

He sighed, didn't even look at his phone, and fell into a deep sleep.

The

next day, Yin Luo only saw Shang Chengning's message when he woke up in the morning.

The older man: [Aren't you coming to the apartment tonight?]

This message was sent around 10 PM, when he was already asleep. Later, at 11 PM, the other party sent another message, "Goodnight."

After Yin Luo replied, he received another message from the other party about half an hour later.

The older man: [Do you have time today?]

Yin Luo: [I have to go to the film set at noon today.]

Actually, Yin Luo was already considered late; Shen Qing and the other

staff were already on set. The opening ceremony was in the afternoon, and the next day he would be filming his scene with Duan Muze.

Yin Luo planned to go early to go over the script with Duan Muze beforehand. He hadn't studied acting; the last time he shot the poster, he only needed to pose, not use any acting skills.

Shang Chengning: [So soon? Did Shen Qing request it?]

Yin Luo: [Yes.]

Assistants started posting photos from the set in the opening ceremony group chat, and Duan Muze also sent a message saying he would pick him up at the school gate. Yin Luo texted Shang Chengning, "I have to go now," and started packing her bags without checking her phone again.

Meanwhile

, Shang Chengning stared at the short message, pressing his temples.

He'd reheated the steak last night repeatedly, but Yin Luo never showed up. So today, he especially wanted to see Yin Luo and have dinner with her again.

Shen Qing's drama… he remembered the Shang Group had invested in it.

After checking the information, Shang Chengning stared at the man on the computer screen, his emotions hidden behind his metal-framed glasses becoming increasingly complex.

He dialed the intercom, and his female assistant's voice came through quickly: "Mr. Shang."

Shang Chengning: "Is Yang An in the company today?"

"Yes."

"Have him come to my office."

"Yes, Mr. Shang."

Soon, there was a knock on the door. The female assistant brought Yang An in, closed the door, and left.

Yang An had planned to join Duan Muze on set that afternoon, but he didn't know why Shang Chengnin had suddenly called him over. He still greeted him, "President Shang."

"You have an artist under your management, right? There's one named Duan Muze, isn't there?"

Yang An was taken aback. As the chairman, Shang Chengnin rarely interfered with the affairs of his contracted artists. Although curious, he answered truthfully, "Yes, he's been filming recently and is quite popular with his fans."

Shang Chengnin: "Whose film is he filming? Shen Qing's?"

Yang An: "Yes."

Shang Chengnin: "Filming starts today?"

Yang An grew increasingly uneasy: "Yes..."

"Do you have the script?"

"Yes."

Yang An found the electronic version and sent it over.

The large office instantly fell silent.

Shang Chengning's gaze fell on several scenes with outrageously explicit content, his lips tightening even more: "Yin Luo is going to film this with Duan Muze?"

"Yes, Director Shen took a liking to him at first sight." Yang An spoke from his artist's perspective, "At first, I thought Duan Muze, who disliked Yin Shao so much, wouldn't accept the role, but recently their relationship has been quite good."

The words "quite good" made Shang Chengning's fingers twitch. He paused slightly, vaguely realizing he'd overlooked something. "Why does Duan Muze dislike Yin Luo?"

"Ah, you don't know?" Yang An lowered his voice, "Yin Shao asked me for Duan Muze a long time ago, and this kid thought he was being kept by someone, so he absolutely refused. But recently, the misunderstanding seems to have been cleared up, and their relationship has become—"

Yang An trailed off.

He swore.

Even if the company went bankrupt, he would never see such a gloomy and dark expression on Shang Chengning's face again

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