After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 3

Yan Yi was an exceptional actor. His performance perfectly captured the essence of a simple, pure youth who was easily embarrassed and hesitant to trouble others. Lu Yinshen’s gaze fell upon the boy’s flushing ear tips. The handsome, somewhat boyish face was stained with a light pink hue from shyness. Yan Yi kept his head lowered awkwardly, yet his red ears gave him away as he occasionally stole glances at the man.

When their eyes accidentally met, Yan Yi immediately looked away in a panic, tugging at his sleeves as if he did not know what to do with himself. He truly seemed like a simple, shy, and good child. Lu Yinshen’s deep, double-layered pupils darkened as he clenched his knuckles tightly, the force causing a slight, sharp pain.

His breathing grew shallow. The more a person resembled a blank sheet of white paper, the more one felt the urge to stain them with other colors. Lu Yinshen wanted to see this pure youth express an expression of total obsession for him. His throat felt dry and his Adam’s apple bobbed as a wave of intense desire took hold of his nerves. In the hazy, dim light, his striking features exuded a breathtaking, intoxicating fragrance while his eyes greedily locked onto the faint blush on Yan Yi’s face.

A pale yet magnificent smile spread across Lu Yinshen’s lips as he spoke, “You may stay as long as you like.” The poor little kitten finally had a home.

Yan Yi looked up in disbelief, his expression filled with joy and admiration. His clear black eyes were full of dependence and trust. With a hint of nervous agitation, he stammered his thanks, “Thank you, Uncle. I will definitely find a way to repay you.” As he spoke, his eyes remained focused and sincere. His clear gaze reflected only Lu Yinshen’s silhouette, as if having the man in his world was enough to satisfy him completely.

Feeling that innocent and trusting gaze, Lu Yinshen felt a surge of possessiveness fill his heart. It caused his heart to throb wildly and his blood to race through his veins, bringing a touch of crimson to the corners of his eyes. As they stared at each other, the surrounding world seemed to blur into the background. Only the person held within their sight felt real.

Happiness exploded within Lu Yinshen, and a sickly rose tint colored his exquisite face. He reached out and firmly pinched Yan Yi’s chin, praising him with a smile, “How good you are.” The cold texture of the glove against Yan Yi’s jaw brought a momentary chill, but Yan Yi simply smiled back. His curved eyes and the upward tilt of his lips made him look even more obedient.

However, his actions were not quite as submissive. Yan Yi’s slender fingers moved upward, tracing ambiguous circles along the back of Lu Yinshen’s hand before settling on his wrist, which felt like cold jade. The cuff became slightly disheveled under his touch. As his index finger teased the sleeve open, a small patch of skin was exposed to the air and turned a faint pink.

Lu Yinshen was naturally pale, and because his body rarely saw the sun, his skin was nearly translucent, making the blue veins particularly striking. Yan Yi’s warm fingertips rubbed gently against the muscles of the arm. He could feel the blood flowing slowly yet vividly through the veins. Stirred by the contact with Lu Yinshen’s skin, Yan Yi’s disguise faltered slightly. He could no longer maintain the act of a pure college student. His voice lost its forced softness, becoming deep, magnetic, and incredibly alluring as he asked, “Uncle, are you satisfied with this massage?”

With his wrist held firmly in Yan Yi’s palm, Lu Yinshen watched the youth’s harmless, trembling eyelashes. His eyes darkened further as he replied, “I am very satisfied.”

The heat from Yan Yi’s palm and fingertips was intense. He released his grip on the wrist and let his fingers slide slowly along the arm, sending jolts of excitement through Lu Yinshen. Yan Yi looked up and asked, “Then, shall I make you even more satisfied?”

Yan Yi leaned down and caught the tip of the glove between his teeth. With a slight tug, the glove was pulled free. He opened his mouth, and the black leather glove fell to the floor, fully revealing Lu Yinshen’s hand. The hand was well-defined, pale, and elegant, with a small red mole decorating the base of the thumb. There were no callouses, indicating that the owner lived a privileged life and had never known hard labor. However, the hand was far too thin. The joints protruded unnaturally, which made Yan Yi feel a pang of heartache. He wondered how much his little uncle had suffered after he had left.

Holding the hand carefully in his palms, Yan Yi used his excellent technique to massage it and relieve the tension. He actually wanted to massage Lu Yinshen’s legs as well. Although he had performed surgery on him previously, the man had not kept up with his rehabilitation over the past year. Yan Yi knew that if he could supervise the exercises and massage the muscles, Lu Yinshen would eventually be able to stand again.

However, given their current relationship, Lu Yinshen would likely refuse if he brought it up now. The man had always been unwilling to show his wounds to others, preferring to suffer in silence. Last time, it had taken a significant effort for Yan Yi to convince him.

Under his touch, each finger regained some color, losing that sickly, deathly pallor. Once that hand was finished, Yan Yi repeated the process with the other, using his teeth to bite and peel away the second glove. The lonely glove on the floor now had a companion.

Yan Yi held both of Lu Yinshen’s hands. The porcelain-white skin had been rubbed into a healthy glow. Even though the hands were somewhat skeletal due to his weight loss, they were still flawless when paired with Lu Yinshen’s face. As a young man in his prime, Yan Yi’s palms were warm and burning with vitality, and that warmth was transferred into Lu Yinshen’s cold hands.

With fingers now carrying the warmth of both men, Lu Yinshen brushed the stray hairs from Yan Yi’s forehead. His fingertips moved slowly downward, tapping against the corner of Yan Yi’s eye. The pressure was light, but the tingling sensation caused Yan Yi’s eyes to darken. He felt an uncontrollable desire to possess Lu Yinshen, but he suppressed the thought deep within his heart.

Despite the turmoil inside, Yan Yi maintained his innocent and confused expression. He asked cautiously, “What is it, Uncle Lu?”

The colors in Lu Yinshen’s eyes were intense, as if a bottle of ink had been overturned within them. His gaze remained locked onto Yan Yi’s features. In a raspy, ambiguous voice, he whispered, “You are very much like…”

“Like?” Yan Yi asked. “Like whom?” His feigned confusion now carried a hint of genuine curiosity.

The tingling sensation moved from the corner of his eye to the tip of his nose, finally resting on his jaw. This time, Lu Yinshen was not wearing gloves, and the skin-to-skin contact was scorching. Lu Yinshen studied him closely. His memories were blurred and hazy. A less observant person might have dismissed them as a dream, but he was not that type of person. Even though everyone told him he had always been alone in this large, empty house, he could not accept it. How could he believe the words of others and accept that he had never been loved?

However, Lu Yinshen did not answer. He simply tilted Yan Yi’s chin up, using his eyes to trace and scrutinize every detail. If eyes had the power to scan, it felt as though Yan Yi’s secrets would be torn from his soul. Yan Yi’s gaze remained pure, and his smile was soft. He was not intimidated by Lu Yinshen’s intense scrutiny. He asked again, “Who do I look like? Is it a friend of yours?”

A cold smile played on Lu Yinshen’s lips as he uttered a single word, “A liar.”

He released his grip on the boy’s face and looked down, brushing Yan Yi’s hair aside. “Let us go,” he said. Yan Yi smiled and replied, “Alright.” He picked up the gloves from the floor. Knowing Lu Yinshen’s obsession with cleanliness, he knew their new home would be the trash can.

The wheelchair was equipped with intelligent controls, but Yan Yi intentionally ignored this and pushed Lu Yinshen toward the living room. The room was furnished with high-end, grey-black sofas. Although the wheelchair was of high quality, sitting in such a small space made a man of Lu Yinshen’s stature look cramped. Despite his thinness, he was a tall man who would be considered a refined and elegant gentleman if he could stand. Being confined to a wheelchair seemed like an injustice.

Yan Yi said, “Uncle, let me carry you to the sofa. The flowers are in bloom this season.” The living room featured a specialized window that could be turned transparent via a voice command to the smart system. Through the glass, one could see a thriving garden. Every flower had been selected and planted by Yan Yi and Lu Yinshen together in the past. Since Lu Yinshen had limited mobility, Yan Yi had handled most of the care. He assumed the garden might have withered after his departure, but since the seeds were already there, they had continued to bloom on their own.

“Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, I want to see the flowers,” Yan Yi said. This was the name Lu Yinshen had given the system. Yan Yi thought it was nowhere near as good as the name “Lu Lu” he had originally come up with, but he went along with it because it made Lu Yinshen happy.

The robotic voice responded, “Yes, Master.”

The opaque glass instantly became transparent. To Yan Yi’s surprise, the flowers were blooming magnificently and had been neatly trimmed, indicating they had been well cared for. Yan Yi’s behavior was highly unusual, and a look of suspicion flickered in Lu Yinshen’s eyes, though he said nothing.

Yan Yi explained, “I heard you call out that name to turn on the lights yesterday, so I thought I would give it a try.” While that explained how he knew the system’s name, it did not explain how he knew the glass was specialized or that a garden lay behind it. Yan Yi blinked innocently and added, “Auntie Lin has similar glass in her home, so I recognized it. When I arrived yesterday, I saw the shape of the outer room and realized it was designed for growing flowers. I just thought I would mention it to see if I could show you the view.”

Most gardens were open-air, but because the roses Lu Yinshen liked had a short blooming season, they had designed an indoor garden with a temperature control system to extend their life. The excuse was flimsy, but Yan Yi’s expression was so earnest that it was hard not to believe him. Lu Yinshen’s expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to tell if he bought the story.

Yan Yi leaned over and asked politely, “Uncle Lu, may I carry you to the sofa now?” Although his words were respectful, his hands were already firmly wrapped around Lu Yinshen’s waist. A second later, Lu Yinshen was lifted securely into Yan Yi’s embrace.

As his feet left the ground, Lu Yinshen’s instinct was to wrap his arms around Yan Yi’s neck, but he hesitated due to his suspicions. His pale gaze lingered on Yan Yi’s profile.

The close physical contact brought an indescribable sense of contentment, and a familiar warmth spread through his bones as if he had been waiting for this embrace for a very long time.

Lu Yinshen’s doubts intensified, his beautiful features masking the growing turbulence in his eyes.