Quick Transmigration: The Yandere CEO is Both Pampering and Seductive - Chapter 11

Since courtesy demands reciprocity, Lu Chenhan had massaged him, so massaging Lu Chenhan back should count as a form of courtesy, right?

Song Chubai thought with some uncertainty, but his body had already honestly begun massaging Lu Chenhan’s stomach.

Lu Chenhan possessed an exceptionally fine physique. The area his palms touched featured a standard set of eight-pack abs, flanked by a remarkably well-defined v-line. Even through the shirt, one could easily imagine how magnificent his build truly was.

It was undeniably the kind of physique he envied.

Song Chubai let his mind wander, applying slightly less pressure with his hands.

Before he even realized it, his small hand drifted a bit lower.

Lu Chenhan raised an eyebrow, choosing not to voice any obstruction to Song Chubai. He actually wanted to see if that little hand of his would continue to move downward.

The moment his fingertips brushed against the cold belt, Song Chubai snapped back to reality. He silently shifted his hand back upward and continued massaging.

At the same time, he cast a stealthy glance at Lu Chenhan. Seeing no unusual expression on his face, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, he had not touched any sensitive areas, or else he truly would not have been able to talk his way out of it.

Compared to Song Chubai’s slightly relaxed state of mind, Lu Chenhan actually felt a bit of regret.

His gaze landed upon Song Chubai’s faintly pinkish fingertips, his eyes dark and murky.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips stirred a light, tingling sensation across the skin. This feeling was unprecedented, and it also rare in its ability to soothe the irritation he had felt just moments prior.

Neither of them spoke a word. Time seemed to freeze in that exact instant, yet it also felt as though it were slowly flowing forward.

After an unknown duration of time, Lu Chenhan suddenly spoke up: “That is enough.”

He abruptly stood up and turned around so that Song Chubai could not see his abnormal state.

“Tonight, you will sleep in the guest room.”

Dropping those words, he strode away and hurried upstairs, though his pace carried an indistinct trace of awkwardness.

Song Chubai blinked, looking at Lu Chenhan’s retreating back with uncomprehending bewilderment.

Not dwelling too much on it, he let out a massive yawn. Rather than trying to guess Lu Chenhan’s thoughts, since it was already quite late, he might as well lie in bed and play on his phone.

Soon enough, Song Chubai was stretched out on the bed.

Just as he prepared to browse his phone, someone sent him a message.

It was from a contact saved simply as “1.”

“Did you get the item?”

Looking at this message, Song Chubai felt a jolt of alarm in his heart.

He had entirely forgotten about this matter.

The original owner was a genuine spy, and his purpose in coming to the Lu Corporation was to steal a flash drive rumored to contain the bidding plans for the company’s next project.

Specifically, the original owner did not know the details either, and Song Chubai had no way of knowing what kind of flash drive it was or where it had been placed.

Song Chubai stared at the message sent by the other party, pondered for a moment, and replied with “Have not gotten it yet.”

He could not possibly go and steal a flash drive for real. Lu Chenhan had already grown suspicious of him earlier, and he had only managed to get off the hook by spouting nonsense. Naturally, he could not go stealing flash drives now.

Song Chubai waited a few minutes, and seeing that the other party sent no reply, he simply left it alone and stopped paying attention to it.

Time slipped away swiftly, and before he knew it, it was already past midnight. Holding his phone, Song Chubai drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

A strand of moonlight poured down, falling over Song Chubai and making his skin look almost as though it were glowing.

The previously closed bedroom door quietly opened, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

Lu Chenhan walked in with softened footsteps, gently closing the door behind him. His gaze was sharp and clear, devoid of any hint of drowsiness.

He walked over to the side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping Song Chubai with flashing eyes.

Just moments ago, he had actually experienced an unusual physical reaction simply from those light massages. If not for his quick reflexes, Song Chubai probably would have caught him.

After returning to his room, Lu Chenhan had been unable to fall asleep either. After venting some energy in the game room, he still found sleep elusive.

While playing games, Song Chubai’s figure kept unbiddenly popping up in his mind.

Those pink-tinted fingertips, those remarkably attractive lips carrying a soft flesh-pink hue, and those dazzling pupils that seemed to hold an entire room full of starlight.

His figure flashed continuously through his mind, utterly stripping away any desire he had to play games.

Yet lying in bed brought no sleep either. Tossing and turning, he ultimately decided to just come find Song Chubai.

He is sleeping quite soundly, Lu Chenhan thought to himself, though his gaze darkened slightly.

Without him holding him, he could actually sleep this soundly?

“Tsk.” Lu Chenhan lowered his voice, letting out a soft tsk, ultimately deciding not to wake Song Chubai up.

Right at that moment, the phone screen resting on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

Lu Chenhan glanced toward it, able to make out only that a message had been sent by someone named “1,” while the content of the message remained hidden from view.

He bent down, preparing to pick up the phone to see who on earth was messaging Song Chubai at such a late hour.

Song Chubai is his person, which means Song Chubai’s phone is also his phone. Checking his phone is fine, right?

Once such an equation was established, Lu Chenhan found his justification.

With the phone in hand, he only needed to give a light swipe to view the text message.

Abruptly, his fingertip froze just half a centimeter away from the screen.

Forget it. Lu Chenhan placed the phone back down on the bedside table and casually sat on the edge of the bed.

Song Chubai was still unaware that Lu Chenhan had nearly seen his messages. He remained immersed in a sweet dream where he was playing with his beloved cat. The cat adored having its belly rubbed, though it rather disliked having its sensitive areas touched.

In the dream, Song Chubai was still testing the waters by reaching out to touch his cat, slowly extending his wicked little claws while the cat was not paying attention.

At that exact same moment, in the dead of night, Lu Chenhan was abruptly grabbed by his most vital part by Song Chubai.

Lu Chenhan’s face darkened instantly.

Not because of Song Chubai’s boundary-crossing action, but rather because he had unexpectedly experienced an unusual sensation.

This unfamiliar yet intense feeling stirred a rare tremor deep within Lu Chenhan’s heart. Yet at the same time, his body instinctively clamped a hand around Song Chubai’s wrist.

Exerting force with his hand, he left a red mark across Song Chubai’s fair wrist.

Sensing the pain, Song Chubai’s eyelashes fluttered, and the next second, he slowly opened his eyes.