Chapter 29

Lu Yuan flatly refused to admit it: [Hehe, you're the improper one, aren't you!]

He replied again: [23, so what?]

Twenty-three... Then never mind.

Li Zhikong sent him a little sweat-wiping emoji, then thought about it and added: [You're home, right? Come downstairs.]

Lu Yuan: [?]

"Your mother... could she be called Li Minglan?" After finishing her calculations, Ms. Wang raised her head and looked at Li Zhikong.

Li Zhikong nodded numbly.

It seemed that although he and Scum Lu were not biological brothers, Scum Lu's mother had definitely liked his immortal father back then... What a sin!

Should he let Scum Lu off the hook, considering the older generation had suffered enough of a headache already?

Just as he was wavering, hurried footsteps sounded from upstairs. Lu Yuan's handsome but clearly listless face appeared beyond the railing, his expression utterly shocked. "Why are you here?"

Li Zhikong put on an equally surprised expression. "Why am I here? Did you forget? We clearly agreed on today! You said you'd hire me as a tutor. Look, I even brought my drawing board!"

Lu Yuan was so angry he nearly had a heart attack. What a liar, this little scammer! When had he ever said he was hiring him as a tutor?!

Li Zhikong narrowed his eyes, which brimmed with a threatening glint: I advise you to know what's good for you. If you dare expose me, you're dead~

Lu Yuan had no choice but to begrudgingly admit to his own senility. "Oh, right, right, we did make plans..."

"Forget it, it's fine. I should have confirmed before coming over," Li Zhikong said with a syrupy smile. "Young Master Lu, are you sick? You look like you're in terrible shape."

Terrible? He looked absolutely awful! What was wrong with Scum Lu?! It had almost been three days, yet he still looked completely drained, as though his body had been emptied and his strength exhausted...

Did he know he was committing a crime?!

As a Rabbit Spirit who had once been utterly devoid of conscience, Li Zhikong had struggled greatly before deciding to break with his wildly promiscuous ancestors. He would become a faithful, proper, spotless new-era Rabbit Spirit who could face everyone with a clear conscience throughout his life... After searching high and low, he had chosen Scum Lu for this important task! But when given the chance, the man was useless!

He was done for after just one night?

At this moment, Li Zhikong selectively forgot that one night was still one night—but with four or five hours of continuous output, the fact that Young Master Lu had held on at all was already proof of extraordinary talent.

The reason his complexion was still bluish today was mainly because he had been too reckless. Instead of coming home and properly recovering, why had he taken a cold shower? See? It had gotten worse, hadn't it?

Li Zhikong's beautiful large eyes seemed able to speak. His words expressed concern, yet his gaze carried all sorts of unspoken meanings: You're so weak, you're so weak, you're so weak... Young Master Lu was such a smart man that he received every bit of it standing right across from him. Dark clouds gathered over his head in rage, his face blue tinged with purple, purple paling into white. If there had not been so many people around, he would have dearly loved to pin down this lecherous rabbit and spank his ass!

A man's dignity was at stake. It absolutely could not be slighted.

Ms. Wang sat behind and to the side of the two of them, and with her mind burdened by worries, she did not notice anything strange about the atmosphere between them. When she came back to herself, she instinctively interjected, "Right, right, Lu Yuan hasn't been well these past few days. Could we talk about tutoring in a few days? And learning to draw... Son, didn't you hate drawing the most? When you were little, Mom hired Old Ou, such an incredible painter, to teach you, but you refused to learn... You're so busy now. Why not just forget it?"

Lu Yuan snapped stiffly, "Who said I'm unwell? I'm perfectly healthy. You can keep yourselves busy. You, come upstairs with me!"

He grabbed Li Zhikong by the wrist and left.

Ms. Wang called out after them for ages, but it did no good. If the plump aunt had not held her back, she would have wanted to follow them herself.

He was actually Li Minglan's son.

No wonder she had thought he looked far too much like that person from back then—he had even surpassed him...

And Lu Yuan had insisted on inviting him over as a tutor? How could she possibly rest easy with the two of them alone in the same room?!

The Young Master Lu Who Kept Getting Whipped Again and Again~

After slamming the door shut, Lu Yuan released Li Zhikong and frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Because I missed you," Li Zhikong sighed affectedly. "Who knew you were down there choosing consorts? My fault for coming at such a bad time..."

"What choosing consorts? Don't talk nonsense!" Seeing him constantly rubbing his wrist, Lu Yuan bluntly snapped, "What is it? I barely used any force. Aren't you being a little too delicate?"

"Barely used any force?" Li Zhikong raised his hand and shoved it beneath Lu Yuan's nose. "How much force would you have to use, then? Look how red it is!"

It really was.

Li Zhikong's skin had always been fair. After awakening his Rabbit Spirit Bloodline, that stretch of forearm was even more like jade carved into shape, lustrous and radiant, slender enough to be grasped in one hand. That additional ring of red therefore looked especially glaring, and paired with his pink-tinged knuckles, it somehow seemed... incredibly sensual.

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed twice. Several seconds later, he somewhat awkwardly averted his gaze.

"Hey~" Li Zhikong leaned closer and poked Young Master Lu in the side with his index finger.

"What are you doing?"

"Your ears are red. Are you thinking naughty thoughts?"

"..."

"But you can only think about them, after all. Your heart may be willing, but your strength isn't—"

"You!"

"I'm so disappointed. When I came today, I originally wanted to... Oh, right. Do you like teacher-student stuff?"

"..."

"I suppose teacher-student might be too tame for Young Master Lu. If I'd known you liked the kind of thing downstairs, I would have worn a uniform too—Young Master, the soup is in the pot, and I'm in the bed. Would you like your soup first, or would you like to eat me first?"

As Li Zhikong painted that vivid scene, an enchanting fragrance slowly spread through the room. It was not particularly strong, yet it was more than enough to linger and entwine, as though a pair of seductive little hands hung in the air, tugging at Lu Yuan's clothes and plucking at his heartstrings.

Lu Yuan lowered his gaze, his expression turning cruel and dangerous, like a male beast in mating season. His hormones surged so violently they were about to burst through the roof.