A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 95

Lu Xiao scanned the room, his gaze focusing on the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His eyes shifted almost imperceptibly.

There was a camera hidden in that lamp!

In fact, it probably wasn’t just visual surveillance; who knew which corners were fitted with listening devices?

The moment the door clicked shut, he grabbed Shen Zhao’s hand. Before Shen Zhao could speak, Lu Xiao squeezed his fingers in a silent warning. Shen Zhao immediately understood the situation.

Lu Xiao maintained a playful smirk, feigning a curious inspection of the room. He walked over to the display cabinet and picked up a purple silk ribbon, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. The cabinet also held leather-bound handcuffs, eye masks, and various items of clothing made from suspiciously sparse amounts of fabric.

Lu Xiao swallowed hard.

He had seen plenty of this “mess” during raids—especially in illegal gambling dens or shady late-night clubs. He shouldn’t be this nervous. But right now, the ones staying here were himself and Shen Zhao.

His scalp felt a bit numb. Their relationship up to this point consisted only of a few kisses. Was this moving too fast? They hadn’t even reached this stage yet, but now they were caught between a rock and a hard place.

A heavy silence fell over the room. The red light on the ceiling camera continued to blink with its faint, voyeuristic rhythm. The room was thick with an ambiguous, aphrodisiac scent that made their hearts pound with unease. The hidden gaze from above felt like an invisible web, trapping them beneath its threads.

Lu Xiao was frantically trying to figure out how to act out the next scene, his mind cycling through a dozen TV drama scenarios.

Shen Zhao, sensing Lu Xiao’s tension, looked up at him. Making a silent decision, he reached out and hooked his fingers around Lu Xiao’s neck.

“Take a shower first. You’re filthy,” Shen Zhao said in a voice that sounded like a flirtatious pout, sending a wave of heat through Lu Xiao’s chest.

When Lu Xiao looked down, he saw Shen Zhao’s blurred, seductive gaze. The sudden move caught Lu Xiao off guard, but he quickly caught on to Shen Zhao’s intention. The man is certainly committed to the role…

He felt Shen Zhao’s fingertips tracing slowly along his neck. The deliberate, unhurried pace made Lu Xiao feel like the one who lacked experience.

Lu Xiao let out a low laugh and pulled Shen Zhao firmly into his chest. He locked his arms around him, his lips brushing against Shen Zhao’s ear. “You’re quite good at this, Mr. Liang.”

Shen Zhao stumbled into Lu Xiao’s embrace, the warm, masculine scent of the other man enveloping him instantly. There was nowhere to retreat.

Lu Xiao raised a hand and gently cupped Shen Zhao’s jaw. Their gazes met under the hazy, amber glow of the crystal light. Shen Zhao’s breath hitched, his focus fracturing under the intense scrutiny. At this range, Lu Xiao’s eyes burned with a mix of aggression and possessiveness. Shen Zhao couldn’t tell if this was acting or…

The wild glint in Lu Xiao’s eyes and that teasing smile made Shen Zhao feel a sudden flash of danger. He gave a slight, weak struggle, but from the camera’s angle, it looked like a classic case of playing hard to get.

Lu Xiao seemed to relax into the role. He spoke in a low, gravelly rasp, slowly nipping at Shen Zhao’s earlobe. “If we’re going to act, we should make it convincing.”

As he spoke, his tongue traced a light, fleeting path along the curve of Shen Zhao’s ear. The warm, moist sensation made Shen Zhao’s entire body shiver.

Collecting himself, Shen Zhao rested his arms on Lu Xiao’s shoulders and stood on his tiptoes, bringing his nose close to Lu Xiao’s. “How far do we need to go?”

Lu Xiao grabbed the collar of Shen Zhao’s shirt and forcefully pulled his outer layer off. “Until they are satisfied.”

His fingers exerted pressure against the fabric of Shen Zhao’s shirt, sliding down to his waist. His long, powerful fingers gripped Shen Zhao’s hip with a controlling, dominant force.

“You…”

“Shh.”

Lu Xiao’s smile was laced with a touch of malice. “Don’t forget, I ‘dote on you alone.'”

Suddenly, Lu Xiao lunged, pressing Shen Zhao down onto the sofa. Shen Zhao was pinned before he could react, his body stiffening. “Don’t take it too far,” he whispered nervously.

“Trust me.”

Lu Xiao’s eyes were locked onto Shen Zhao’s face, but his hand had somehow snagged a silk ribbon from nearby.

“What are you doing!” Shen Zhao tried to recoil, but Lu Xiao held him immovable.

“Nervous, baby? They prepared so many toys for us—it would be a waste not to have some fun, wouldn’t it?” Lu Xiao’s expression was mocking and playful, his voice dripping with unabashed mischief.

Without warning, Lu Xiao leaned down to kiss him—not on the lips, but against his collarbone. Like a predator claiming its prey, he bit and nuzzled against the skin of Shen Zhao’s neck.

Shen Zhao’s eyes widened in shock, but his body gradually began to soften. The silk ribbon had already been wound around his wrists without him realizing it.

“Have you had enough!”

Shen Zhao tried to push Lu Xiao away, only to discover his hands were bound. This brat! He’s actually doing it!

“Are you crazy? Untie me!”

Shen Zhao barked the command, but when Lu Xiao looked up from his collarbone, his eyes were clouded with something else… an irrepressible, raw desire.

Shen Zhao froze. Seeing the dark depth in Lu Xiao’s eyes and his heaving chest, Shen Zhao’s own palms broke into a sweat. He leaned in and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: “Are you for real?”

Lu Xiao didn’t seem to hear him. He knelt on the sofa, his knee wedged between Shen Zhao’s legs. His breathing grew more ragged, his face flushing deep red, and his body temperature seemed to be skyrocketing.

Shen Zhao felt Lu Xiao’s lips dragging across his neck, his collarbone, and over his pulse point, nipping with varying intensity that sent jolts of electricity through his frame. Shen Zhao’s fingers curled behind his back, nails digging into his palms.

What is Lu Xiao doing? Is it really necessary to go this far for the play?

He gave Lu Xiao a sharp kick, but the man didn’t react, his head remaining buried against Shen Zhao’s skin.

Shen Zhao gritted his teeth and made a reckless choice.

“Hubby~”

The word, whispered directly into his ear, made Lu Xiao bolt upright in shock. His eyes were a mixture of alarm and… intense excitement.

Shen Zhao didn’t give him time to recover. He tilted his head up and met Lu Xiao’s lips, but instead of a soft kiss, he bit down hard—a clear message of his displeasure.

Lu Xiao gasped, startled by the bite. He flicked his tongue over the metallic taste of blood on his lip, but his next move was even more brazen. His palms roved over Shen Zhao’s body in a mix of comfort and teasing.

Despite his bleeding lip, Lu Xiao had no intention of stopping. He used his weight to pin Shen Zhao firmly against the sofa, their lips and teeth clashing in a desperate, territory-claiming battle.

The room filled with the sound of heavy, tangled breathing. The air grew stiflingly hot as a thick layer of tension settled over them.

In a darkened corner of the building, a silent watcher enjoyed the scene on a surveillance monitor. Looking at this display of “upper-class privacy,” a contemptuous smile spread across their face.