Chapter 14: Write a Self-Reflection!
Shen Yanzhou looked down at the small, white hand in his palm, and the look in his eyes softened.
He hadn’t intended to torture him anyway.
But since he misunderstood and begged him, he didn’t mind doing him a favor.
“…Write a self-reflection. If you write well, I won’t touch you today.”
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes.
Such piercing, shameless words could only be spoken by a pervert like him!
…
Lin Yuan pursed his lips, his face red, and fell silent.
Shen Yanzhou handed him a pen and paper, and brought a tablet computer for him to lean on.
“Write! Five thousand words. The attitude must be sincere, and no typos allowed. One wrong character, and you rewrite from the beginning.”
Lin Yuan knelt honestly at the head of the bed, eyes lowered, his small face full of helplessness and dejection.
Putting the tablet on the bed, he looked miserable.
Five thousand words?
Did he want him to write the self-reflection as a thesis?
Too cruel!
But he dared not slack off!
Lin Yuan put pen to paper.
At the top center of the A4 paper, he wrote the two words “Self-Reflection.”
The handwriting was very delicate, standard lower-case hairpin script.
Lin Yuan had practiced calligraphy with his Master since childhood. He didn’t like the running script, so his Master taught him the hairpin script.
Shen Yanzhou sat on the bed, right next to him.
Looking at the beautiful, elegant small characters on the white paper, Shen Yanzhouâs brow relaxed.
The little cub’s handwriting was very good-looking, just like him!
He turned his head sideways again, staring at his small face.
White, tender, and flushed red; a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes still covered in a thin mist of tears.
His small nose twitched occasionally.
truly a handsome and cute little thing.
If he couldn’t touch, a kiss was surely allowed, right?
He leaned in, his lips landing on his cheek.
Lin Yuanâs brow furrowed subconsciously, and his pen shook. A perfectly good character was ruined.
He frowned.
He had already written over a hundred words; did he write them in vain?
He turned to look at Shen Yanzhou.
Shen Yanzhou didn’t speak, simply handing over another sheet of paper.
He pulled away the sheet with the mistake and put it in the bedside drawer.
Lin Yuan puffed out his cheeks and started writing the reflection again.
After he had written four or five lines, Shen Yanzhou suddenly leaned in again and pecked the corner of his lips.
Lin Yuanâs heart panicked, and his pen made another mistake.
Shen Yanzhouâs mouth pulled into a wicked smile.
He took the paper away and handed over another blank sheet.
When Lin Yuan wrote several hundred words in vain for the third time due to Shen Yanzhouâs sneak attacks, he felt lifeless.
“Ge, can you stop making me rewrite it?”
Shen Yanzhou shook his head gently. “No.”
Lin Yuan pulled a long face. “You keep disturbing me like this; when will I finish five thousand words?”
He turned his head, staring at Shen Yanzhou, his expression gloomy and aggrieved. “Is tormenting me that interesting?”
Shen Yanzhouâs heart softened.
He took the pen from Lin Yuanâs hand and threw it aside, then patted his own leg.
“Come up. Let me hold you for a while, and the reflection is waived.”
Lin Yuan slowly climbed onto his lap.
Shen Yanzhou scooped the person into his arms.
Holding him tightly.
“Hssâ” Lin Yuanâs back hurt.
Shen Yanzhou quickly loosened his grip slightly, his palms avoiding the injured area, gently stroking his waist.
Lin Yuanâs legs had long been sore from kneeling.
Curled up sideways in the man’s arms right now, held steadily by his strong, powerful arms.
…Being completely controlled by him, enveloped by him, was actually a very comfortable position.
Lin Yuan let out a soft breath and closed his eyes.
…
As if afraid of breaking him, stopping at a shallow taste, without a trace of violence.
Lin Yuanâs tense heart quietly relaxed.
His body became softer too.
Shen Yanzhou held him in his arms, reluctant to let go.
“Lin Yuan, don’t run anymore. Stay obediently by my side, okay?” His voice was slightly husky, soft and slow.
Lin Yuan found a rare moment of peace in his heart and gave an “Mn” following his voice.
This low murmur, like a whisper, caused a warm current to surge in Shen Yanzhouâs heart.
His lips applied force, kissing a bright red mark onto his neck.
At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again.
Uncle Chen said lunch was ready.
Shen Yanzhou took a deep breath, kissed the tip of his nose again, and finally released Lin Yuan.
“Go eat.” He said, his eyes containing a smile.
Lin Yuan nodded.
He was indeed hungry.
Felt like he hadn’t eaten in ages!
He followed behind Shen Yanzhou downstairs to the dining room.
The dining room was also extremely luxurious.
An oval solid wood long table, high-backed wooden chairs. The tableware on the table was all silver, gleaming with a bright luster.
Shen Yanzhou sat at the head seat, letting Lin Yuan sit beside him.
Lunch was very sumptuous.
Lin Yuan hadn’t eaten for a day and a night, so he wolfed down the food.
Shen Yanzhou only drank a small bowl of porridge and ate one pan-fried bun; the rest of the time, he watched him eat.
He suddenly had a strange feeling.
This originally cold house, because of Lin Yuan, seemed… like a home?
Toward “home,” Shen Yanzhou was both unfamiliar and yearning.
Growing up in the cold reality of a welfare home, mixing in the underworld licking blood from knife blades since his teens, even after returning to the Shen family, that place wasn’t his home.
Right now, watching Lin Yuan sit beside him eating with relish, he desperately wanted time to stop at this moment.
What was wrong with him?
Shen Yanzhouâs eyes darkened, and he gulped down a glass of lemon water.
Only then did the throbbing in his heart barely subside.
He ladled a bowl of fish soup for Lin Yuan.
And started chatting with him.
“That little ghost of yours is quite formidable, knocking down my most capable bodyguards. Why haven’t you summoned a ghost to deal with me?”
Lin Yuanâs mouth was stuffed full.
He answered without thinking, “Summoned, but they can’t hurt you…”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it.
He looked up, carefully gauging his expression.
Fortunately, he wasn’t angry.
Instead, he asked with interest, “Oh? Why is that?”
Lin Yuan thought for a moment. “Maybe because your fate is hard!”
Hearing this sentence, the color in Shen Yanzhouâs eyes shifted slightly.
He indeed had a hard fate.
That man-made car accident back then took away his father and mother; only he survived.
At the moment the car’s brakes failed and it fell off the cliff, three-year-old him was tightly held in his mother’s arms.
And just an instant before the car caught fire and exploded, he was pushed far out of the car by his dying father.
He walked alone in the pitch-black mountain forest for who knows how long.
Walking from dark until dawn, he finally reached the main road.
After being saved by a kind person, he was sent to the welfare home.
If his fate weren’t hard, he wouldn’t have lasted more than twenty years until the day he avenged his parents.
Shen Yanzhouâs eyes darkened for a moment.
Making Lin Yuan beside him afraid again.
“Ge, did I… say something wrong?” His voice was tiny, somewhat trembling with fear.
Shen Yanzhou came back to his senses and smiled gently at him.
“No.” He gently touched his fluffy curly hair. “Good boy!”
At this moment, the phone rang.
It was Old Master Shen calling.
Shen Yanzhou got up and walked to the side to answer the call.
Old Master Shenâs hysterical roaring came through.
“Shen Yanzhou! You are too much! How did you promise me? Why do you want to put Yanhui to death?”
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