Gu Lin, a Little Crazy

"Don't open your eyes yet. Wait a little longer." Gu Lin's voice was soft and low, his tone calm.

Lin Su leaned back quietly. After a while, a pair of strong yet gentle hands suddenly began pressing his forehead. He wanted to open his eyes, but the man's voice stopped him. "Don't open them."

His eyes, which had been about to open, closed again. His lashes, damp with medicinal liquid, trembled, and his body unconsciously tensed.

What was this supposed to be? An employee benefit?

Lin Su wanted to speak again but did not know what to say. His hesitant expression was entirely within Gu Lin's sight. By chance, Gu Lin caught a glimpse of something, and his dark eyes gradually deepened.

His gaze slowly traveled across Lin Su's face—his full forehead, slender pale brows, tightly shut peach-blossom eyes with damp corners—before finally settling on his rosy lips.

Gu Lin recalled the scene of their first meeting. Lin Su had worn a white shirt tucked into black trousers, his slender waist cinched by a belt, his long, straight legs carrying him step by step toward Gu Lin.

The current Lin Su had shed his youthful innocence, yet remained as gentle as when they first met. His words and actions were always elegant and appropriate. His gaze was always so soft, and he listened to everyone, making people feel warmth and respect.

Why did he stop? I almost fell asleep.

Would falling asleep and drooling after getting a massage from my boss be socially fatal?

Uh, that sounded kind of ambiguous...

Lin Su recalled the intimacy between them earlier, and his face gradually grew hot.

I should leave quickly. This is awkward!

"Is it done?" Lin Su asked softly.

After a long while, there was no response. He could not even sense Gu Lin's breathing. Lin Su asked uncertainly again, "President Gu, you... mm!"

Lin Su opened his eyes, completely unable to make sense of what was happening. Before him was Gu Lin's somewhat gloomy face.

He froze. Pain came from his lips, and Lin Su raised his hand to push the man away. Yet even with all his strength, the man before him did not budge, like a mountain that could not be moved.

Lin Su turned his head, trying to avoid this inexplicable kiss. No matter how he dodged, Gu Lin caught him again the next second. After repeated attempts, Lin Su could not get out a single complete sentence.

The storm-like kiss came crashing down upon him. The scent of tequila filled his lips, even carrying a faint trace of smoke. The unyielding kiss was wild and domineering, bearing the aggression of someone accustomed to being in control.

Lin Su clenched his teeth tightly. His wrists were gripped by large, well-defined hands, while the force of those thin lips was hard to gauge. Their former tenderness had become sucking and biting, as though Gu Lin were punishing something.

Madman...

Gu Lin heard it clearly. His thin lips invaded bit by bit, and gradually, he became intoxicated by those red lips, letting down his guard.

With no other choice, Lin Su opened his mouth and bit down hard. The taste of blood filled the space between their lips, and in the instant the man recoiled in pain, Lin Su shoved him away.

But Gu Lin was impossible to shake off. He pressed close again and held Lin Su tightly in his arms. Unable to break free, Lin Su snapped in a low voice, "Gu Lin, what are you doing?!"

"You... don't... don't go." The man's voice was hoarse and pleading, sounding pitiful.

Today's Gu Lin was completely different from before. The man leaned against Lin Su's shoulder, breathing heavily, and seemed to be in considerable pain. Only then did Lin Su realize how hot Gu Lin's body was.

"Gu Lin, Gu Lin?" He raised a hand and touched the man's forehead. "You have a fever. I'll take you to the—"

Before he could say the word "hospital," Lin Su smelled an even stronger scent of alcohol.

"Gu Lin, you..."

The man's deep, magnetic voice sounded beside his ear. "Lin Su, don't go."

The domineering man from moments ago was now leaning weakly against Lin Su's shoulder.

Lin Su glanced sideways at Gu Lin's expression, and his heart trembled. Those indifferent eyes were stained crimson, staring stubbornly at his neck. The bright red blood on Gu Lin's thin lips made his cool, detached face seem almost bewitching.

He stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do.

Gu Lin stood up and said through gritted teeth, "If you're unwilling, I won't force you."

"Go out."

As he spoke, he turned to leave, but a familiar, delicate wrist slipped into his hand.

Lin Su opened his trembling eyes. His gaze wandered, and he was obviously nervous. His lips, stained with bright red blood, moved faintly as he said, "I'm not leaving."

"Where would you go?"

Gu Lin's Adam's apple bobbed. His dark eyes were unreadable as he lowered his gaze to the person on the sofa and said in a hoarse voice, "Right here."

Here? What was wrong with here?