58 : A blind young wife

 Yin Luo's shoulders stiffened. He couldn't see, and the eyes behind him, slightly bewildered in the mist, asked, "You...didn't you go out?"

His voice was soft, trembling with a slight nasal tone, and he bit his lower lip hard.

He looked utterly helpless.

The mist made the young man appear both beautiful and fragile; the stark contrast between these two states on one person felt perfectly natural, making him all the more alluring.

In that instant, Shang Chengning had a wicked thought.

He thought that things might not be so bad if things continued this way. Yin Luo had become a beautiful bird that had lost its freedom, only able to survive by relying on him.

And he, too, could only survive by seeing Yin Luo every day.

Putting aside these overly obsessive and perverse thoughts, Shang Chengning took a few steps forward. His silk shirt was soaked and clung to his body, vaguely revealing his excellent muscle lines.

"I was afraid it would be inconvenient for you to be alone in there."

That was indeed part of the reason.

The washing was already finished; there was no point in Yin Luo blaming him anymore.

He was still naked, only thinking about getting dressed quickly, but Shang Chengnin did it all himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, Yinluo was completely red, and even half an hour later he was still angry: "Don't do that next time."

"I'm not stupid, I can take a shower myself."

"I don't like being stared at while showering either."

Shang Chengnin apologized as he sat down next to Yinluo, holding a hairdryer: "Yinyin, dry your hair before going to bed."

A domineering CEO, now watching him shower and drying his hair, made Yinluo too embarrassed to get angry, so he nodded.

Shang Chengnin pulled him into his arms.

The young man had just finished showering, his body still carrying a hazy mist of steam, the scent of shower gel and his skin mingling and permeating everything around him.

Shang Chengnin slowly dried the water from Yinluo's hair. Watching his wet, light-colored hair gradually become smooth,

a crazy sense of satisfaction overwhelmed him.

He turned off the hairdryer, put it away, but didn't let go of Yinluo; instead, he pulled him tightly into his arms. The young man's slender back pressed tightly against his chest, drowsy.

Even if he did something excessive now, the other could only utter soft murmurs.

Shang Chengnin affectionately nuzzled Yin Luo's earlobe, whispering,

"Yin Yin..."

"The hickeys are almost gone."

Perhaps it was too comfortable being blown in the hair, Yin Luo was so sleepy he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He first gave a soft hum, then mumbled, "Then hurry up and suck..."

The few things they had discussed about showing affection in front of the servants included deliberately revealing the hickeys.

Yin Luo initially found it strange, but thinking about how Shang Chengnin was being criticized in private, he felt quite sorry for him, so

he agreed. After saying that, he became even sleepier, leaning against the man's chest, vaguely feeling an intense itch on his neck.

He didn't know that this completely trusting look made Shang Chengnin determined—

to tighten that already tight net.

To completely devour his prey.

*

The system would initially reply with a couple of messages, but disappeared completely after a week.

Yin Luo was incredibly bored, especially since Shang Chengnin was always by his side, leaving him to pretend to be blind.

Before leaving, the system left a message: "[While I'm gone, you can just be the blind, pampered wife of the domineering CEO. It's not difficult for you.]"

Now, Yin Luo felt that the system understood him somewhat.

He had always been spoiled and pampered, used to being taken care of, especially by Shang Chengnin's meticulous care lately.

Yin Luo hadn't thought anything of it, but then he realized the man had changed.

For example, sometimes when he wanted to get a cup from the kitchen, he would ask Shang Chengnin, who would agree, but then suddenly say, "Yin Yin."

"I'll get you a cup, is there anything in return?"

Yin Luo paused.

Without the system's prompting, he was slower than usual, taking a full half-minute to react: "You mean, do I have to kiss you?"

Shang Chengnin: "Just one kiss isn't enough."

Yin Luo was already hesitant, and hearing the other say no made him even more conflicted. Then they heard Shang Chengnin continue, "There needs to be a form of address."

She pursed her lips, like a helpless little rabbit tricked into a kiss by a bad man, and finally agreed.

And so,

the servants, who were working, saw their handsome and refined young man being swept up by their CEO and carried to the kitchen counter.

For the soon-to-be-married couple, they were already used to this kind of public display of affection. The usually

aloof and reserved CEO Shang was like a completely different person in front of the young man, gentle and clingy. His beautiful fiancée would be

a little shy, sometimes pushing him away when he tried to be intimate, only to be held even tighter.

They assumed that such marriages in wealthy families were all business alliances, marriages merely transactions devoid of emotion, but CEO Shang and the young man seemed different. They were very affectionate, especially after the young man unexpectedly developed an eye ailment; CEO Shang took even better care of him.

"Shang Chengnin, don't do this..."

the young man suddenly spoke.

The servants dared not look up.

They all knew that CEO Shang's possessiveness was terrifyingly obsessive; anyone who stared at the young man for too long would be in trouble. So they lowered their heads and continued with their work.

Unable to concentrate, they

heard soft kissing sounds coming from the kitchen.

They heard the young man whispering "husband."

It seemed good news was on the horizon.

Perhaps soon, their address to the young man would change from "young master" to "madam."

*

About a week later, Shang Chengnin suddenly wanted to take Yinluo abroad, saying he had found a highly skilled ophthalmologist.

Yinluo only had half a month left to recover, and she didn't want to go through all this trouble, but seeing Shang Chengnin tirelessly working for him, he agreed.

They still didn't tell the Yin family about his blindness, only saying they wanted to take Yinluo abroad for a trip to relax.

Given that Duan Muze hadn't made a move for a long time, the Yin family realized he had probably given up on Yinluo. Plus, Yinluo's parents were very satisfied with Shang Chengnin, so they agreed, thinking that maybe the two could turn their fake relationship into a real one, and this trip would become their pre-wedding honeymoon.

Soon, Yinluo was taken abroad by Shang Chengnin.

They didn't go directly to the hospital, but to a villa.

The villa was registered under Shang Chengning's name. He bought it a few years ago for a vacation, but hadn't been there since and it had just been left unused.

The villa was very large. The two arrived at night, and Shang Chengning let Yinluo rest for the night before calling the doctor the next day.

The doctor spoke in English, using many medical terms that Yin Luo couldn't understand. Finally, Shang Chengnin patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it can be cured, but it will take some time."

Yin Luo nodded.

After that, the doctor came every day. He didn't prescribe any medication, but sometimes had his assistant massage his eyes.

"She's my assistant, her name is Yi, she's Chinese," the doctor said to Yin Luo in broken Chinese.

"Don't be nervous," Zhang Yi said softly, "You'll get better soon."

Because the treatment took time, Shang Chengnin had to return to China to handle most of the work at the Shang Group, so he could only spare time to be with Yin Luo.

Yin Luo was overjoyed, but on the surface, he said reluctantly, "It's okay, work is important, it's good that there's a doctor here."

Shang Chengnin was worried, so before leaving, he deployed many servants and bodyguards and installed numerous surveillance cameras in the villa.

After the man left, except for the time spent cooperating with the doctor's treatment, Yin Luo was free all day. The important thing was, he could play games and watch movies by himself!

It was just a little boring without the system to keep him company.

But at least he wouldn't get kissed just for holding a cup.

Shang Chengnin would come once or twice a week, but he was very busy with things back home, so he could only stay for a short while before having to leave in a hurry.

Therefore, they couldn't kiss many times.

And most of the time, it was just a kiss on the corner of the lips, not inside the mouth.

Each time the man probed inside, it meant a long kiss, and Yinluo was so overwhelmed by the kisses that he could barely stand. Although it felt good, being kissed by a man all the time felt strange .

So he would try to dodge or pull his tongue back.

But the more he did this, the more Shang Chengnin would hold onto him, and once he had him, there was no escape. His mouth and tongue would become numb and sore from the sucking.

Thinking about it this way, he should have come abroad for treatment sooner.

*

That day, the doctor and Zhang Yi came to the villa to treat Yinluo as usual. After the treatment, Zhang Yi didn't leave with the doctor, intending to stay with Yinluo in the villa.

Soothing the patient's emotions was also something they had to do, especially since they were compatriots in a foreign land. The servants and bodyguards in the villa were all silent, and Yinluo was getting bored.

Zhang Yi was a very enthusiastic girl with a young-sounding voice. In Yin Luo's imagination, she was a gentle and kind girl with a high ponytail.

"Did you study acting before?" After they became more familiar, Zhang Yi would chat with Yin Luo about other things. "Why didn't you study it anymore? You'd definitely be a star if you debuted with that face."

Yin Luo sat on the sofa, sinking into it, looking obedient and quiet: "I only did one poster shoot. I don't think it's really suitable for this path."

Actually, he was just lazy; he wanted to win over the male lead beforehand so he wouldn't have to film.

Zhang Yi smiled: "Sigh, I used to be a fangirl when I was in school, but unfortunately, my idol has already retired from the entertainment industry."

After he finished speaking, they chatted about other topics, and before they knew it, time had passed.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed for staying too long, Zhang Yi stood up and said, "I'll come see you again tomorrow. Do you want some cake? I know a really good cake shop."

Yin Luo couldn't refuse at the mention of food, so he said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yi replied, "Don't mention it. I'll be going now."

Just then, Yin Luo heard her footsteps, and when he opened the door, she exclaimed in surprise, "Yin Yin, your husband is here!"

Yin Luo was stunned.

Shang Chengning had just come two days ago; why was he coming so frequently?

Perhaps he wasn't too busy with work lately.

He got up from the sofa, closed his eyes, and asked towards the door, "Shang Chengning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt himself being tightly hugged.

The cool scent of mint assaulted his entire body. Having lived together for so long, Yin Luo was very familiar with Shang Chengning's scent. It was just that today the scent was stronger than before.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't see, making his other senses more sensitive.

Yin Luo was held tightly by Shang Chengning, who wouldn't let go for a long time. He felt the man's skin constantly rubbing against his neck, making him very itchy.

Zhang Yi was still beside him, and Yin Luo felt a little embarrassed: "Wait a minute, I'll hug you when no one's around."

He was finally let go.

After Yin Luo steadied himself, he asked, "Why didn't you say so beforehand?"

Shang Chengnin didn't answer.

Yin Luo gave a puzzled "hmm.

" Then, Zhang Yi suddenly said, "President Shang said his throat is inflamed and he hasn't been able to speak for the past few days. Oh, he just typed that to me."

"I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, Zhang Yi went straight out the door.

The room became quiet.

Yin Luo could hear the other person's somewhat disordered breathing, mixed with the sound of a heartbeat.

Why is it beating so fast?

Did he run here?

Maybe he got sick from running around too much. For a moment, a sense of guilt welled up, and Yin Luo pulled him: "Why did you come here when you're sick? Go and rest."

The man just clung to his hand, not saying anything, and didn't make any move to rest.

He suddenly became willful.

Maybe sick people tend to be a little temperamental. Yin Luo himself was like that.

Although he couldn't see, he still habitually looked up: "Be good."

After saying that, he felt those three words were too cold for someone who was sick and had traveled across the ocean to see him.

So, the young man raised his beautiful eyebrows and began to negotiate as usual.

He tugged at the man's sleeve, tilting his small, delicate face up.

"If you go to rest, I'll kiss you."

"A kiss... a deep one"

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