After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 15

Yan Yi walked quickly to Lu Yinshen and asked nervously, “Yinshen, do you feel unwell anywhere?”

He was so worried now that he could no longer continue their little game of playing uncle and nephew; his heart was thumping wildly.

Lu Yinshen’s pale face was flushed with two patches of light red due to the alcohol. He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of Yan Yi’s neck. “Yan Yi, my head hurts.”

His tone was very soft, like someone acting spoiled.

Yan Yi rubbed his head and coaxed him gently, “Okay, we are going back now.”

He sent a quick message to his adoptive mother on his phone and then led Lu Yinshen away from the old Lu family residence.

The low-profile vehicle drove steadily and calmly along the road.

Yan Yi held Lu Yinshen, whose eyes were closed and whose face was full of drunkenness. Lowering his gaze, Yan Yi warmed his palm and pressed it against Lu Yinshen’s cold forehead.

His chin rested lightly against the soft crown of Lu Yinshen’s head while his other hand patted his shoulder. An unknown little tune hummed from Yan Yi’s lips; his voice was magnetic and made one feel very relaxed.

“Sir, Young Master, we have arrived.” The driver stopped the car and spoke to remind them.

Yan Yi thanked him, wrapped one arm around Lu Yinshen’s waist and the other under his knees, then bent down to exit the car.

The elevator chimed as it reached their floor, and a voice prompt opened the door.

As if knowing he was home, Lu Yinshen opened his eyes. His gaze was blurry and hazy, clouded by a mist of alcohol, still having not regained clarity.

Yan Yi asked, “Uncle, may I carry you to my room to rest?”

Lu Yinshen was always reluctant to let others enter his bedroom, and Yan Yi would not take it upon himself to intrude, so he could only suggest resting in his own room first.

However, the moment he pushed open his bedroom door, Lu Yinshen, who had been nestled obediently in Yan Yi’s arms, began to move restlessly. He muttered words that could barely be heard clearly: “Not here.”

If not here, then where? Did he want to return to his own room?

Yan Yi was momentarily unsure, so he asked him directly, “Do you want to go back to your own bedroom?”

Lu Yinshen did not answer; he simply looked at him with those glistening, drunken phoenix eyes.

Yan Yi saw confirmation in them. He said, “Then I will carry you inside to rest.”

As soon as Lu Yinshen’s room was pushed open, the surveillance monitors were exposed. The screens showed the current situation in Yan Yi’s room.

Shifting his gaze, the pile of messy clothes on the bed immediately filled Yan Yi’s vision.

Those were clothes he had worn; some were from a year ago, and some were from now.

It was true; the memories had vanished, but the traces remained.

His heart suddenly throbbed with pain. Yan Yi tucked the emotion away and softened his voice, “Yinshen”

Before he could finish, Lu Yinshen began to struggle, signaling Yan Yi to put him down on the bed.

Lu Yinshen’s entire face was flushed, but his eyes lacked focus. His slender fingertips unbuttoned his clothes, bit by bit, stripping them away until his overly thin and sickly but still beautiful body was revealed.

Dragging his two diseased legs, he struggled to crawl into the fortress built of clothes, leaving only half of his pathologically flushed face visible while his eyes remained half-closed.

Yan Yi propped his arms on either side of Lu Yinshen’s body. He raised a finger and gripped the sleeve of one of the garments. “Yinshen, it will be cold covering yourself with these. I will get a blanket for you, okay?”

Lu Yinshen still did not open his eyes. The corners of his eyes were not only stained with a wine-red hue but also with dots of crystal moisture.

Yan Yi froze, his fingertip falling upon the damp corner of the eye.

Lu Yinshen seemed to be talking to himself, yet also asking someone, “Why”

“Why did you leave me?”

Yan Yi lowered his gaze and did not speak, but his wrist unconsciously tensed with force.

His dry throat could not exert strength; syllables and tones were blocked, and all words lost their color.

His black eyes collided with a pair of eyes filled with drunken, tearful redness. Lu Yinshen looked straight at him.

“Why?”

Within those eyes was a deep, surging love and a hatred so intense it was startling.

Yan Yi’s throat went dry automatically, unable to utter a single word. He felt heartache for the hatred in those eyes, yet he could not smooth over the wound.

The back of his neck was hooked violently. Yan Yi was pulled by this force, forced to move closer to him.

Bony, sickly hands fumbled to undo his suit collar with great force but without technique. Lacking the knack for it, he only managed to mess up Yan Yi’s suit without actually removing it.

Pressing down on the hands that were fumbling blindly over him, Yan Yi said in a low voice, “I will do it.”

The buckle was undone, and the suit fell, becoming another solid brick in the fortress.

With his upper body bare, his tall frame was exposed, pressing intimately against the cool body behind the clothes.

A sharp pain came from his collarbone. Saliva wet his skin and left a bite mark. Lu Yinshen did not hold back the strength of his teeth. A faint scent of blood spread, yet he was still not satisfied, continuing to lick and bite harshly.

Yan Yi let out a muffled groan but did not pull away. He rubbed the top of Lu Yinshen’s head and whispered, “Darling, use a little more strength.”