After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 19

Whiskey?

A smile touched the corners of his eyes and his lips curled upward, carrying a hint of wicked anticipation.

Yan Yi knew clearly that the so-called name of the liquor was merely a pseudonym used to disguise its true purpose, which was to induce passion and desire.

Uncle Lu, with his neck and collarbone drenched in liquor, would surely be delicious. The tip of his red tongue lightly tapped his lower lip while his dark pupils deepened in color. The nerve in Yan Yi named desire was fiercely provoked.

Thinking of Uncle Lu’s appearance and posture, the touch of the flesh on his buttocks when those full, rounded parts were restrained would be excellent. Furthermore, the rehabilitation equipment could bend those legs into various angles that were convenient for observation and exploration.

It would be even more beautiful and magnificent when the corners of those crimson eyes were forced to shed tears.

Lowly thoughts could not stop running wild in his heart. Yan Yi lowered his brow, his voice softening as he muttered in a small voice, “This way, Grandpa will not look for Uncle and make things difficult for him, right?”

His voice flowed into the other person’s ear through the transmitter, and his magnetic words were similarly overheard by the other. A light chuckle made Yan Yi’s earlobe feel numb. “What a thoughtful, good boy.”

The thoughtful Yan Yi took out his phone and sent a message to Lu Yinshen.

Y: Uncle, I am out of school. I will be back soon. (Cat hugging sticker.jpg)

LYS: Mmh.

He looked very cold, but in private, he had even prepared the drugged wine.

Yan Yi suppressed the smile that he could not hold back. After sending one last message to Lu Yinshen, he stepped out of the building to get into the car and go home so he could accompany Lu Yinshen sooner.

Just as he left the building, he saw the Protagonist Shou, Yao Si, pulling and pushing with a man. That man was not Lu Ye. His skin was somewhat dark, giving him a sunny and healthy handsomeness. Looking at his appearance, he was likely one of the “Gongs” in the story: the athletic, sunny, dark-skinned sports student, Li Yang.

Yan Yi did not even bother to give them a side-glance. He bypassed them and was about to leave when he saw Yao Si suddenly looking at him with a face full of surprise. When Yao Si saw Yan Yi’s abnormally red lips and the hickey on his collarbone, the smile froze at the corners of his mouth. He could not even force out a fake smile.

His “fish” was actually intimate with someone else! And that person was his own little Uncle! Thinking of what Lu Ye had told him about the relationship between Yan Yi and his seventh Uncle, resentment rolled in Yao Si’s heart.

These two people were simply shameless! However, Yan Yi’s conditions were too superior; he simply could not bear to let go. When the man next to him saw Yao Si’s expression, he immediately pierced Yan Yi with his gaze, his face full of hostility as he looked at him warily.

Seeing that this fire was about to burn him, Yan Yi’s brow furrowed slightly. He was very irritable; he was in a hurry to go back and accompany his little Uncle and had no time to waste on the Protagonist Shou and his fish. He took a step, intending to leave.

After Yao Si regained his composure, he suppressed his resentful thoughts and ran over quickly, his entire face flushing red. “Classmate, the cafeteria has a new dish. Do you want to go with me?”

Li Yang’s jealousy flared up. He grabbed Yao Si’s wrist and said in a heavy voice, “Sisi, you are coming with me.”

“Brother Yang, it is not that I am unwilling, but do you not have training? You should not have time,” Yao Si said with a weak, understanding expression on his face.

“I took leave. Sisi, you are coming with me.” As he spoke, Li Yang gave Yan Yi a hostile glare.

Hostility bloomed in Yan Yi’s pupils. He pressed the earphone he was wearing and listened to the clear breathing on the other end, only then suppressing his violent emotions. He swept a cold glance over Yao Si and Li Yang. The script of this world indeed needed to be changed.

Staring into those ghostly cold eyes, Yao Si’s face turned pale. His legs even trembled involuntarily. The words he was about to utter to act pitiful were forced to stop in his throat; he could only stare blankly as Yan Yi’s back disappeared before his eyes.

Even when he could no longer see his figure, Yao Si still had not recovered. His eyes were full of terror. Just now, he felt as if he had seen a demon who could completely erase him from this world with just a casual glance.

“Sisi, what is wrong?” Li Yang tightened his grip on his hand and asked worriedly. He did not understand what had happened just now to make Sisi’s state suddenly become so poor.

Yao Si turned his head stiffly. His face was pale, and his legs actually went soft as he slumped into Li Yang’s arms. His expression was even more pitiful than the weakness he had deliberately feigned before. Feeling the warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, Li Yang could not help but feel his heart flutter. He held Yao Si’s waist tightly. “Sisi.”

Yan Yi’s eyes were half-closed as he felt the slight jolting of the car. When the vehicle stopped, he took out his phone to message Lu Yinshen, telling him he was back. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Yinshen. Upon seeing him, a smile could not help but appear in Yan Yi’s eyes.

He walked forward until their toes met. He stretched out his hands and held him in a loose embrace. “I am back.”

His eyes were soft as he leaned into Lu Yinshen’s ear to tell him about what happened at school that afternoon, though he omitted the two events of talking to his adoptive mother and seeing the Protagonist Shou. There was no need to tell Lu Yinshen such things. Anyway, it was not as if he did not know.

As the last syllable faded, Yan Yi raised his eyes to look directly into Lu Yinshen’s. “Uncle, the medicinal meal I cooked, did you finish it?”

“Mmh.” Lu Yinshen looked at him quietly, thinking of the “Whiskey” hidden in the refrigerator. His cheeks were crimson, his pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing was somewhat hurried.

Yan Yi moved his face closer and his nose twitched slightly. He indeed smelled the scent of the medicine. He was quite obedient. Yan Yi’s eyes curved. A small heart-shaped bag appeared in his palm, and he placed it in Lu Yinshen’s hand. He tilted his chin up, allowing the hickey on his collarbone, which had not disappeared but had instead become increasingly clear, to be revealed to Lu Yinshen’s eyes.

He squeezed Lu Yinshen’s knuckles and slowly guided them toward other areas, his voice laced with a heart-trembling, lingering smile. “Little Uncle, this is Xiao Yi’s reward for you.”

His fingertips ambiguously drew circles on the most sensitive part of the palm, stirring up tremors and lust within the body. Lu Yinshen’s palm felt itchy. Unfortunately, his movements were currently restricted by the wheelchair; the things he wanted to do to the person in front of him were forced to be delayed.

Regretful thoughts grew in his heart. Lu Yinshen held back the hand that was causing chaos in his palm to avoid stirring up more itchiness in his heart. Withdrawing his palm, Yan Yi covered Lu Yinshen’s knee and spoke. “Let us go to rehabilitation for an hour first, and then have dinner. What do you think, little Uncle?”

Because of those beautiful thoughts in his heart, Lu Yinshen quickly agreed. Yan Yi pushed him into the rehabilitation room and lifted him up. Black straps wrapped around his waist and hips; it was protection, but it was also a binding. The machine started, operating at the lowest frequency.

His legs could only swing with the machine’s rhythm. After a round of rehabilitation, sweat had drenched Lu Yinshen’s face. After wiping the sweat from his face, Yan Yi fed him some water. He lifted his feet and walked slowly toward Lu Yinshen. He embraced him from behind, his hands circling the man’s waist tightly as a warm current slid past the tip of Lu Yinshen’s ear. “Little Uncle, do you have an entertainment company under your name?”

Lu Yinshen leaned lazily against him, enjoying the warmth of being embraced, and half-closed his eyes comfortably. “You want it?”

Yan Yi took his earlobe into his mouth, bit it gently, then stretched out his tongue to lick and kiss it. “No. There is an artist in there named Yao Si. Can you blackball him?”

In this state, he looked very much like a disastrous demon queen from ancient times whispering in the Emperor’s ear, using extreme temptation to achieve his goal. Lu Yinshen’s eyes were half-closed, leaning against him as if he had no bones. He did not even ask for the reason, simply nodding slightly. “Okay.”

“Uncle, you are so good.” Yan Yi tightened his arms, holding his waist firmly. He rested his chin on Lu Yinshen’s shoulder, his dark pupils filled with a misty smile, though his tone was faked to be soft.

Blackballing Yao Si was to prevent him from shining in the entertainment industry and to avoid him attracting the affection of more Gongs. With the Protagonist Shou’s halo, if he were simply fired, he would likely immediately encounter some rich young master or CEO whose family owned an entertainment company, leading to a cliché plot of running and chasing.

Then, by chance, the Protagonist Shou would become popular through a street photo or a drama, beginning his path as a top star. How could Yan Yi let him have his way? But if he were blackballed now, the Protagonist Shou would have no chance to show his face on the internet, and his everyone loves me halo would be infinitely weakened. Even if he were truly scouted by other entertainment companies, they would have to pay a sky-high liquidated damages fee for him. Moreover, whether the company would let him go was not something the Protagonist Shou or his fish could decide.

If the everyone loves me character is no longer loved by everyone but instead becomes hated by everyone, will this world still recognize him as the protagonist? The gaze Yan Yi cast on Lu Yinshen’s side profile was lingering and gentle, yet the depths of his eyes carried a terrifying chill.

After resting against him for a while, Lu Yinshen recovered some strength. Rehabilitation training should be appropriate; if it takes too much time, it will have the opposite effect. Yan Yi did not start the machine again. He unfastened the black safety belts, circled his waist and legs, and carried Lu Yinshen into the wheelchair. “Then Uncle, let us go eat dinner now.”

Lu Yinshen nodded. “Mmh.”

Yan Yi pushed him to the living room and went to the kitchen himself to make dinner. Dinner was finished quickly. After the meal, Yan Yi huddled with him under a quilt on the sofa to watch cartoons. The childish voices from the television screen reached their ears, but neither of them paid any attention to the TV.

With regular meals and appropriate exercise these days, Lu Yinshen’s health had improved a lot, and his complexion did not look as pathologically pale. Yan Yi felt a sigh of relief in his heart. He gently took Lu Yinshen’s legs into his arms and massaged them through his trousers.

The temperature of his palms was very warm. Even though Yan Yi had no suggestive thoughts, when his hands touched Lu Yinshen’s legs, it still made Lu Yinshen’s face turn redder and his breathing quicken. Lu Yinshen’s perception in his legs was better now. Not only could he feel pain, but he could also feel the stimulation caused by someone else’s hands moving over him, causing his spine to shiver with numbness.

Yan Yi’s long lashes lowered as he massaged him seriously. Lu Yinshen had sat in a wheelchair for many years and had not done similar training before, causing his leg muscles to atrophy slightly. However, in Yan Yi’s eyes, he still felt that his Uncle Lu looked good no matter what; he loved him dearly.

After he was almost finished, Yan Yi let go of his legs and smiled at Lu Yinshen. “Is Uncle going to take a bath next?”

Lu Yinshen’s toes curled and his chin tilted slightly, pointing toward the bathroom. “Mmh. Go there.”

These days, Yan Yi had been bathing with him, so they were now very familiar with the process. Yan Yi took two nightgowns and pushed him into the bathroom. After the water was ready, heat rose and filled the room. Clothes rolled and became entangled. The fair skin, flushed by the steam, was etched into Yan Yi’s eyes. The mist blurred his own face, but it could not cover Lu Yinshen’s face. The corners of his eyes were steamed red by the heat. On that beautiful and magnificent face, the pathological paleness had not completely faded, making him look gorgeous yet decadent.

Yan Yi’s pupils darkened for a moment. He stepped into the bathtub, sat down, and pulled Lu Yinshen onto himself, touching him honestly. Yan Yi’s body temperature was higher than Lu Yinshen’s. When that delicate back leaned against his hot body, an electric current spread from the spine through the whole body. Yan Yi pressed down his fingers, trying to suppress a certain fatal desire.

The weight of two adult men caused the water in the bathtub to splash out. White foam moved slowly, then collapsed and disappeared. Yan Yi’s hand brushed Lu Yinshen’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Uncle, Xiao Yi will help you clean properly now. Every corner of your body.”

His fingertips were coated with body wash, stroking from the Adam’s apple. The protruding Adam’s apple was squeezed by warm fingertips, and a muffled groan escaped from Lu Yinshen’s lips. His fingertips moved down.

Foam and fragrance appeared unbridled on Lu Yinshen’s body. The warm water in the bathtub washed away the foam below the waist and abdomen; only the skin on the flushed collarbone and neck still had some survivors. Yan Yi’s palms curved as he cupped some water and splashed it toward Lu Yinshen’s collarbone. Water droplets slid down and the foam gradually disappeared, but some residue remained. The heat of the mist and the scent of the body wash intertwined.

His expression looked somewhat distressed, but his red tongue stretched out to lick Lu Yinshen’s cheek, his voice lowered. “What should I do? There is still a little left. I will help little Uncle lick it off, okay? Mmh?”