Outside the glass curtain wall of Jiangcheng Airport, the rain poured down heavily, with raindrops hitting the ground and splashing countless tiny water droplets.
Lin Yu'an dragged his suitcase and stood at the exit of the arrival hall, gazing absently at the rain curtain outside.
The damp, cold air seeped into his thin jacket, making him unconsciously shrink his shoulders.
“Yu'an?” A low male voice came from behind, carrying a hint of inquiry.
Lin Yu'an turned around and his gaze met a man in a dark gray suit.
He was more handsome than in the photo, with deep, ink-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and a jawline as sharp as if carved by a knife.
He held a black umbrella, and the water droplets along the edge formed thin lines, weaving a sparkling water curtain on his shoulder.
“Little Uncle…” Lin Yu'an called softly, his heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
Lin Shen's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if trying to confirm something, then took his suitcase. His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable warmth: “Let's go, the car is in the parking lot.”
Raindrops pattered on the umbrella surface. Lin Yu'an followed beside Lin Shen, with the faint scent of cedar lingering at his nose tip—steady and fresh.
Lin Shen walked quickly, forcing Lin Yu'an to jog to keep up; his wet shoe soles slipped on the ground.
“Slow down…” Lin Yu'an panted, his voice tinged with helplessness.
Lin Shen slowed his pace, glanced sideways at him, a trace of apology flashing in his eyes: “Sorry, I'm used to walking fast. I heard your health isn't great?”
“Yeah, a bit anemic.” Lin Yu'an lowered his head, watching ripples form as his sneakers stepped into puddles.
Lin Shen said no more, simply tilting the umbrella toward him, his right shoulder getting soaked by the rain.
Lin Yu'an noticed this detail, and a warmth welled up in his heart. After getting in the car, Lin Shen handed him a dry towel: “Wipe yourself.”
“Thanks, Little Uncle.” Lin Yu'an took the towel and secretly observed Lin Shen's profile. His driving was focused and steady, his slender fingers resting lightly on the steering wheel, the watch face on his wrist reflecting faint light, adding a touch of cool elegance to his whole demeanor.
“I'm sorry about your father.” Lin Shen suddenly spoke, his voice low.
Lin Yu'an clutched the towel tightly. A month ago, his father had died in an accident at a construction site. With his mother already gone, he had become an orphan. If this never-before-met little uncle hadn't offered to adopt him, he might have been sent to an orphanage.
“Thank you for taking me in, Little Uncle,” he said softly, his throat tightening slightly.
Lin Shen glanced at him, his expression complex: “From now on, this is your home.”
The car drove into a high-end residential complex in downtown Jiangcheng, with tall buildings and flashing neon lights outside the window. Lin Yu'an suddenly felt dizzy and closed his eyes, leaning back in the seat.
“Feeling unwell?” Lin Shen's voice carried concern.
“A bit dizzy… Are we almost there?” Lin Yu'an's voice was weak.
The car stopped. Lin Shen came around to his side and opened the door: “Can you walk?”
Lin Yu'an nodded. As soon as he stood up, the world spun. He staggered, and the next second, a pair of strong arms steadied him.
“I'll carry you up.” Lin Shen's voice brooked no refusal. Before the words faded, he had already lifted him horizontally.
Lin Yu'an let out a startled cry and instinctively wrapped his arms around Lin Shen's neck. The cedar scent mixed with the fresh smell of rain rushed toward him, throwing his heartbeat into disarray.
In the elevator, Lin Shen looked down at him: “You're very light.”
Lin Yu'an's cheeks burned. He buried his face in Lin Shen's chest, not daring to look up. He could feel Lin Shen's heartbeat, warm and powerful through the thin shirt.
“Eat more from now on.” Lin Shen's voice was low, with a hint of a smile. “I've hired a nutritionist.”
Lin Yu'an softly hummed in agreement. His father had always been busy and rarely had time for him. Now, being held in Lin Shen's arms, he felt an unfamiliar sense of belonging.
The elevator doors opened on the 28th floor. Lin Shen carried him into a spacious apartment. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiangcheng's night view was faintly visible through the rain, like a flowing ink wash painting.
“Welcome home.” Lin Shen placed him on the sofa and crouched down, gently removing his soaked sneakers.
Lin Yu'an watched Lin Shen's lowered brows and eyes, and a sour feeling surged in his heart: “Little Uncle…”
“Hmm?” Lin Shen looked up, his gaze gentle.
Lin Yu'an shook his head and forced back his tears: “Nothing.”
“Go take a hot shower, don't catch a cold.” Lin Shen ruffled his hair and turned toward the kitchen.
Lin Yu'an stood under the showerhead, hot water cascading over his body, steam filling the bathroom. He looked at his blurry reflection in the mirror, but his mind was filled with the warmth of Lin Shen holding him, his ears unconsciously burning. After changing into the pajamas Lin Shen had prepared, Lin Yu'an walked out of the bathroom and saw Lin Shen busy in the kitchen.
He leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching Lin Shen's back as he rolled up his sleeves to chop vegetables, the knife light dancing on the cutting board like a silent rhythm.
“Do you know how to cook?” Lin Shen asked without turning his head.
“No…” Lin Yu'an answered softly.
“Come here.” Lin Shen handed him a bunch of greens. “Wash them.” Water flowed noisily. Lin Yu'an focused on washing the vegetable leaves, not noticing Lin Shen's gaze fixed on him.
“You look like your mother.” Lin Shen suddenly said.
Lin Yu'an's hand trembled, and the leaf fell into the sink: “Little Uncle has seen my mom?”
“Yes, a long time ago.” Lin Shen took the washed vegetables, his tone calm. “Your father brought her here once.”
Lin Yu'an wanted to ask more, but Lin Shen had already turned to stir-fry, and the aroma quickly filled the air.
He leaned against the counter, watching Lin Shen skillfully toss the wok, suddenly feeling the scene was unrealistically warm.
“Does Little Uncle often cook?” he asked.
“Occasionally.” Lin Shen said, “Usually too busy, so I order takeout.”
Lin Yu'an's gaze fell on a bottle of stomach medicine on the counter, the packaging already opened: “Little Uncle has stomach problems?”
Lin Shen followed his gaze and said lightly: “An old issue.”
During the meal, Lin Yu'an secretly observed Lin Shen. His eating manner was elegant and composed, completely different from his father's wolfish gobbling, leaving him somewhat dazed.
“Not to your taste?” Lin Shen asked.
“No!” Lin Yu'an quickly scooped a mouthful of rice. “It's delicious.”
Lin Shen picked some food for him with his chopsticks: “Eat more.”
After dinner, Lin Shen took him on a tour of the house. The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway, with a study next to it and a guest room opposite.
“You sleep in the master bedroom.” Lin Shen pushed open the door. The room had excellent lighting, with a river view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and brand-new bedding on the bed.
“This is too much trouble for Little Uncle…” Lin Yu'an stood at the doorway, feeling uneasy.
“It's no trouble.” Lin Shen said. “Go rest. I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow.”
Lying on the large bed in the master bedroom, Lin Yu'an listened to the sound of water from the guest room direction and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
The bed was too big, too empty, making him feel an unfamiliar loneliness. After some time, he heard the guest room door gently close.
Lin Yu'an sat up, walked barefoot to the guest room door, held his breath, and pressed his ear against the door. Inside came faint sounds of turning over and an almost inaudible sigh. His heartbeat quickened, and inexplicably, he wanted to get closer to Lin Shen.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from inside the door. Lin Yu'an hurriedly backed away but accidentally bumped into a decorative painting on the wall, making a soft noise.
“Who's there?” Lin Shen's voice came from inside.
Lin Yu'an turned to run, but the door opened. He froze in place, not daring to turn around.
“Yu'an?” Lin Shen's voice carried confusion. “Why aren't you asleep yet?”
Lin Yu'an slowly turned around and saw Lin Shen standing in the doorway in a black robe, his chest revealing a solid outline, the moonlight outlining his tall figure.
“I… can't sleep.” Lin Yu'an lowered his head, his voice as fine as a mosquito's hum. Lin Shen was silent for a moment, then said: “Come in.”
Lin Yu'an followed him into the guest room and sat on the edge of the bed. Lin Shen handed him a glass of warm water: “Had a nightmare?”
“No…” Lin Yu'an held the glass and said softly, “Just a bit scared.”
Lin Shen sat beside him, the mattress sinking slightly: “Scared of what?”
Lin Yu'an shook his head, but tears slipped uncontrollably. He didn't know what he was afraid of; he just suddenly felt very alone.
Lin Shen sighed softly and reached out to wipe away his tears, his movements as gentle as touching a fragile treasure: “Want me to sleep with you?”
Lin Yu'an froze, looking up at Lin Shen. Under the moonlight, Lin Shen's eyes were so gentle that his heart trembled.
“Is that okay?” he asked quietly. Lin Shen nodded and lifted the blanket: “Come on up.”
Lin Yu'an crawled into bed, feeling Lin Shen's warmth. Lin Shen turned off the lamp and lay down beside him.
In the darkness, Lin Yu'an heard Lin Shen's steady, calm breathing. He quietly scooted closer to Lin Shen until he could feel his body heat.
That night, he slept exceptionally soundly.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains. Lin Yu'an groggily opened his eyes and found himself curled up in Lin Shen's arms. Lin Shen's arm was around his waist, his breath evenly brushing the top of his head.
Lin Yu'an's cheeks burned. He carefully tried to move away but felt Lin Shen's arm tighten.
“Don't move.” Lin Shen's voice was husky with sleep. “Sleep a bit more.”
Lin Yu'an stiffened, his heart pounding like a drum. He could feel Lin Shen's chest against his back, warm and solid, even hearing his low heartbeat.
“Little Uncle…” he called softly.
“Hmm?” Lin Shen's voice was lazy.
Lin Yu'an didn't know what to say, only feeling the position was too intimate. Remembering how he had主动 crawled into Lin Shen's arms last night, his ears grew even hotter.
Lin Shen seemed to notice his discomfort and released his arm: “Awake?”
“Yeah…” Lin Yu'an quickly sat up. “I'll make breakfast.”
“You can make breakfast?” Lin Shen raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Lin Yu'an then remembered he couldn't cook at all, his face turning redder: “I… can learn.”
Lin Shen chuckled and ruffled his hair: “I'll do it. You sleep a bit more.”
Lin Yu'an watched Lin Shen walk into the bathroom, listening to the water running before letting out a sigh of relief. He touched his face—it was burning hot.
Breakfast was simple fried eggs and toast. Lin Yu'an ate in small bites, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Shen.
“Going to the hospital for a check-up today.” Lin Shen said. “I've already made an appointment.”
Lin Yu'an nodded: “Don't you need to work, Little Uncle?”
“Took half a day off.” Lin Shen sipped his coffee. “Your health is more important.”
Lin Yu'an felt a warmth in his heart and lowered his head to bite into his toast. On the way to the hospital, fine rain drizzled. Lin Shen drove steadily. At a red light, he turned to glance at Lin Yu'an: “Nervous?”
Lin Yu'an shook his head: “Used to it.”
Lin Shen reached out and ruffled his hair: “Don't be afraid. I'm here.”
Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat. Secretly looking at Lin Shen's profile, he suddenly hoped the road would be longer. The check-up results showed Lin Yu'an had anemia and malnutrition and needed proper care. Lin Shen carefully noted the doctor's instructions, his brows furrowed: “I'll take good care of him.”
After leaving the hospital, Lin Shen took him to a high-end restaurant. Lin Yu'an looked at the prices on the menu, hesitating: “Little Uncle, this is too expensive…”
“You need to supplement your nutrition.” Lin Shen opened the menu and ordered several blood-tonifying dishes for him. “Eat more.” During the meal, Lin Shen kept picking food for him. Lin Yu'an looked at the mountain of food in his bowl and couldn't help but smile: “Little Uncle, I can't finish all this.”
“Eat slowly.” Lin Shen said. “You must eat on time every day from now on.” Lin Yu'an nodded, feeling warm inside.
Back home, Lin Shen received a work call and went to the study. Lin Yu'an sat in the living room watching TV but couldn't help glancing toward the study.
Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound from the study. He rushed over and pushed open the door, seeing Lin Shen clutching his stomach, his face pale. “Little Uncle!”
Lin Yu'an rushed over to support him. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing…” Lin Shen forced a smile. “Old issue.”
Lin Yu'an remembered the stomach medicine on the counter and quickly fetched it: “Take the medicine.”
Lin Shen took the medicine and swallowed it with water. Lin Yu'an helped him to the sofa to lie down, then brought a hot towel and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
“Does Little Uncle often have stomach pain?” Lin Yu'an asked.
Lin Shen closed his eyes: “Too busy with work, irregular meals.”
Lin Yu'an looked at his pale face, his heart aching almost to tears. He said softly: “Little Uncle, rest a bit.”
But Lin Shen suddenly pulled him forcefully into his arms. Lin Yu'an fell onto his lap unprepared. “Little Uncle…”
Lin Yu'an cried out in surprise. Lin Shen held him tightly, burying his head in his neck: “Don't move. Let me hold you for a while.”
Lin Yu'an stiffened, feeling Lin Shen's hot breath on his neck, his heart pounding like a drum.
He hesitated, then reached out to wrap his arms around Lin Shen's waist, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. At this moment, he wished time could stop forever.
“Little Uncle, you have a fever.” Lin Yu'an said softly, sensing the unusual heat from Lin Shen's embrace.
His voice was soft, tinged with worry, yet unable to hide the flutter in his heart.
Lin Shen didn't answer, only holding him tighter, as if afraid he would slip away through his fingers at any moment.
His breathing was rapid and hot, mixed with a barely detectable tremor, as if suppressing some impending desire.
Lin Yu'an could feel Lin Shen's fingers gently stroking his back, the fingertips tracing through the thin pajamas, light as feathers, yet igniting a cluster of hot flames in his heart, burning his whole body.
“Yu'an…” Lin Shen's voice was low and hoarse, like a low moan squeezed from deep in his throat, carrying a dazed seduction.
His eyes were burning and complex, as if standing on the edge of a cliff between reason and emotion, struggling yet powerless to resist.
He lifted his head, his gaze locking onto Lin Yu'an like flames, turbulent forbidden desire and hidden pain surging in the depths of his pupils.
Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat, his throat tightening, as if stripped of all pretense by that gaze: “Little Uncle…”
His voice was as thin as a thread, tinged with helplessness, yet hiding an indescribable expectation.
Lin Shen's fingers gently slid across his cheek, the warm fingertips caressing his soft skin, stopping at his chin, slightly lifting his face.
Lin Yu'an's breath caught, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes, yet soothed by the gentle touch.
He could smell the rich cedar scent on Lin Shen, mixed with the bitterness of medicine, like a deadly poison, making his mind sway.
The next second, Lin Shen lowered his head and kissed Lin Yu'an's lips. The kiss was light yet burning, like fireworks igniting the night sky, carrying the bitterness of medicine and Lin Shen's unique cedar fragrance, eroding every nerve of Lin Yu'an.
His lips were soft yet dominant, his tongue probing in, greedily plundering Lin Yu'an's breath. The wet, hot entanglement emitted faint sounds, like the most secret whispers in the dead of night.
Lin Yu'an's eyes widened, his mind blank, his heartbeat so fast it felt like it would burst his chest.
His body softened in Lin Shen's kiss, as if all strength had been drained, instinctively responding, his tongue clumsily reciprocating, carrying a trace of salty tears.
The heat of the kiss ignited the desire in his heart. His hands unconsciously climbed onto Lin Shen's shoulders, fingertips digging into the fabric of the robe, feeling his solid muscles and burning body heat.
In the haze of the kiss, Lin Yu'an's heartbeat pounded like a drum, as if swept into an abyss by a raging tide, reason turning to ash in the flames of desire.
His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if unable to contain this burning flutter. Sweat slid from his temples, dripping onto his skin, shimmering with a crystalline light.
His hand trembled as it slid down, touching Lin Shen's waist. His fingertips traced the silky edge of the robe, feeling the burning temperature radiating from his taut muscles, like igniting a spark in his palm, scorching every nerve.
Lin Yu'an's breathing grew more intermittent, as if courage had been ignited by forbidden impulse, his body trembling with desire.
He bit his lower lip, the lip turning pale from the pressure. His fingers reached toward Lin Shen's crotch, and his palm suddenly grasped Lin Shen's erect, massive member.
The burning temperature was like molten lava, hot to the touch. The hard texture pulsed in his palm, the thick outline throbbing with primal, dangerous power, as if holding a forbidden fruit, making his heartbeat lose its rhythm.
Lin Yu'an's ears burned red. A suppressed moan escaped his throat, as if the touch had ignited all his senses, his skin breaking into fine shivers.
Lin Shen gasped sharply, a low grunt bursting from his throat, as if the most secret forbidden zone had been touched.
His body trembled slightly from this sudden stimulation, muscles tensing like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
He enjoyed Lin Yu'an's touch. Every stroke pierced his body like electricity, igniting the tips of every nerve.
Lin Yu'an's fingertips lightly caressed Lin Shen's member, his inexperienced yet bold movements like igniting a powder keg. Wet heat seeped from the tip, the slippery sensation coating his palm, making Lin Shen's breathing heavier, low pants escaping his throat, as if drowning in the abyss of pleasure, struggling yet unable to extricate himself.
Lin Shen's kiss deepened, becoming aggressively urgent. His tongue plundered wantonly in Lin Yu'an's mouth, the wet, hot entanglement emitting soft smacking sounds, like the most secret whispers in the dead of night.
His teeth lightly bit Lin Yu'an's lower lip, carrying a hint of punishment, eliciting a shiver from him. A broken moan escaped his throat, as if his soul had been torn by pleasure.
Lin Yu'an's heart surged like raging waves. He knew he was touching the boundary of the forbidden, but Lin Shen's kiss, his warmth, his cedar scent—all were like deadly poison, making him sink into it, unable to extricate himself.
His fingertips rubbed harder on Lin Shen's member, circling the tip, feeling the burning pulse and slippery fluid, as if grasping Lin Shen's soul.
His heart was filled with both shy panic and burning desire. The two emotions intertwined, his eyes heating up, tears and pleasure colliding in his chest, like blooming fireworks.
Lin Shen's breathing grew more rapid, as if pushed to the brink of collapse by Lin Yu'an's touch.
His body trembled slightly. His hands gripped Lin Yu'an's waist, forcefully pulling him closer, their chests pressed tight, sweat mingling between their skins, emitting a strong hormonal scent.
His kiss became more fervent, his tongue entwining with Lin Yu'an's, as if wanting to devour him whole.
Lin Yu'an's fingers quickened the rhythm of his strokes, his palm enveloping Lin Shen's member, feeling its throbbing and heat. Every friction made Lin Shen's low growl deeper, like a beast releasing its final restraint.
Suddenly, a low roar burst from Lin Shen's throat. His body stiffened abruptly, pleasure sweeping over him like a raging tide.
He reached climax uncontrollably. The burning release sprayed into Lin Yu'an's palm, the wet heat sliding down his fingers, like igniting the final spark.
Lin Yu'an's heartbeat was so fast it felt like it would explode. Feeling Lin Shen's release, his lips numb from the kiss, tears slid from the corners of his eyes, mixing with sweat, shimmering with crystal light.
Lin Yu'an lowered his head, looking at the wet, hot fluid coating his palm. As if driven by some forbidden impulse, he raised his hand and slowly brought it to his lips, his tongue lightly licking the salty, fishy liquid.
The taste was unfamiliar and intense, like Lin Shen's life force blooming on his tongue, making his body tremble. A low moan escaped his throat.
His gaze fell on Lin Shen's still-erect member, the thick outline glistening wetly in the moonlight, like a silent temptation.
Lin Yu'an bit his lower lip, his eyes flickering with a mix of shyness and boldness. He leaned down, his lips gently taking in the burning tip.
The wet, hot mouth enveloped Lin Shen's member. His tongue circled the glans, the slippery sensation and pulsing power making his heartbeat quicken, as if tasting a forbidden fruit.
Lin Shen gasped sharply, a low roar bursting from his throat. His body trembled violently from this sudden stimulation.
He looked down at Lin Yu'an, his eyes burning with an uncontrollable flame, as if completely defeated by this bold action.
“Yu'an…” His voice was so hoarse it was almost broken, carrying a hint of painful pleasure. “You… can't take it anymore…”
His hand gripped Lin Yu'an's hair, fingertips digging into the strands, as if wanting to pull him away yet unwilling to let go.
Lin Yu'an's tongue continued to tease. The wet heat and suction of his mouth made Lin Shen's breathing intermittent, his body tensing again, as if being pushed toward another climax.
Lin Shen's kiss suddenly stopped. He abruptly pushed Lin Yu'an away, his voice hoarse as if torn from deep in his throat: “I'm sorry…”
His eyes were panicked, filled with guilt and pain after regaining clarity, as if awakened from a feverish dream.
Sweat slid from his forehead, dripping onto the floor, like his shattered reason.
His chest heaved violently, his eyes flickering with complex emotions, as if struggling in the abyss of desire and ethics.
Lin Yu'an fell to the ground, his heart still pounding violently. The temperature of Lin Shen and that salty taste lingered on his lips. His palm still held the wet, hot sensation, like a forbidden memory branded on his skin.
His eyes were red, tears sliding down. Pain and grievance surged in his heart, like a wound cut open by a knife.
He looked at Lin Shen's panicked eyes, his heart twisting like a knife, yet hiding a trace of unwilling desire, as if ignited by the afterglow of climax into a deeper obsession.
He stood up, his voice trembling almost to the point of breaking: “I… I'll get you medicine.”
With that, he ran out of the room as if fleeing, leaning against the wall gasping heavily. The lingering warmth on his lips, the sensation on his palm, and the taste on his tongue intertwined, making tears slide uncontrollably, yet a flame that could not be extinguished burned in his heart…
Leaning against the wall, Lin Yu'an gasped heavily, the temperature of Lin Shen still lingering on his lips. He touched his lips, the mix of grievance and flutter making his eyes heat up.
What did that kiss mean?
Was it because of the fever-induced confusion, or… Lin Yu'an didn't dare to think further. He took a deep breath, fetched the medicine and water, and returned to the room, finding Lin Shen already asleep.
He gently placed the medicine on the bedside table, looking at Lin Shen's sleeping profile, the sourness in his heart growing stronger.
He quietly climbed into bed and lay beside Lin Shen.
Lin Shen seemed to sense his presence, turning over and pulling him into his arms. Lin Yu'an stiffened but didn't dare move.
He listened to Lin Shen's breathing, tears silently sliding down. That night, he lay awake until dawn.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room. Lin Yu'an groggily opened his eyes and reached out to touch the space beside him, only feeling a cold sheet.
Lin Shen's warmth had long dissipated. The empty bed seemed to carve a crack in his heart, loss surging like a tide.
His fingertips traced the sheet, but his mind flashed back to last night's scenes—Lin Shen's low growls, the wet heat in his palm, the salty taste on his lips—like forbidden memories branded in his body.
His cheeks burned unconsciously, but his heartbeat carried a trace of sourness. He took a deep breath, forced himself to get up, and walked out of the room.
A faint sizzling sound came from the kitchen. Lin Shen stood at the counter, his back straight, shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms.
He was focused on flipping a fried egg. The cedar scent mixed with the aroma of breakfast, filling the air—familiar yet strange.
Lin Shen heard footsteps and glanced back at him, his eyes calm yet carrying a barely detectable complexity: “Awake?”
Lin Yu'an nodded, not daring to meet Lin Shen's eyes.
His gaze fell on Lin Shen's lips—those lips that had kissed him almost to suffocation last night, now restored to their usual calm.
His throat tightened. Last night's intimacy felt as distant as a dream, a sharp pain rising in his heart.
“Last night…” Lin Shen paused, his voice low, as if probing something. “Did I do something?”
Lin Yu'an froze, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating. Did Lin Shen not remember last night's kiss, that burning touch, and his release in his palm?
Or was he deliberately pretending to be oblivious, trying to cover up that forbidden transgression?
Lin Yu'an bit his lower lip, his fingertips unconsciously clenching, nails digging into his palm, bringing a slight sting. “No… nothing.”
He lowered his head, his voice as thin as a thread, as if afraid to reveal the secret in his heart. “Little Uncle, you had a fever and were talking nonsense.”
Lin Shen breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes: “That's good.”
Lin Yu'an felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a needle had pierced his chest. So last night's kiss and that feverish release really meant nothing to Lin Shen?
His palm seemed to still hold Lin Shen's temperature. His tongue still remembered that salty taste. But Lin Shen's calm was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the flame in his heart. He lowered his head, staring at the table, trying to hide the moisture in his eyes.
Breakfast was simple fried eggs and toast. Lin Yu'an took small bites, eating without taste.
His gaze occasionally stole glances at Lin Shen, watching him elegantly cut his toast, his slender fingers holding knife and fork, movements composed and restrained—completely different from last night's loss of control.
Lin Yu'an's heart surged with grievance. Last night's intimacy felt like an illusion, but now only he remained immersed in it.
“Little Uncle…” he called softly, his voice trembling slightly.
“Hmm?” Lin Shen looked up, his gaze gentle yet carrying a trace of distance.
Lin Yu'an opened his mouth, wanting to ask if last night's kiss was real, if Lin Shen had also felt moved, but the words turned to silence at his lips.
He couldn't possibly ask: Do you still remember kissing me last night and letting me taste you? His cheeks suddenly burned. His throat felt blocked. He could only lower his head, hiding the sourness in his eyes: “Nothing.”
Lin Shen glanced at him, his expression complex, as if hiding unspoken words. He put down his knife and fork, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, making a soft sound, then stood up to clear the dishes.
After eating, Lin Shen prepared to go to work. Lin Yu'an stood at the door, watching him bend to put on his shoes, his back straight yet distant.
He suddenly rushed forward, hugging Lin Shen from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, burying his face in his shirt, the familiar cedar scent lingering at his nose: “Little Uncle…”
Lin Shen's body stiffened abruptly: “Yu'an?” His voice carried confusion, low like last night's growl, throwing Lin Yu'an's heartbeat into disarray again.
Lin Yu'an hugged him tightly, tears silently sliding down, soaking Lin Shen's shirt: “Come back early.”
His voice trembled, carrying a hint of pleading, as if afraid that once Lin Shen left, last night's intimacy would completely turn into a bubble.
Lin Shen turned around, raising his hand to gently wipe away his tears, his fingertips warm yet carrying a trace of restraint: “What's wrong?”
His gaze was soft, like last night's tenderness reappearing, yet with a hint of distance.
Lin Yu'an buried his face in Lin Shen's chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, his throat tightening: “Nothing… I just missed you.”
He didn't dare look up, afraid Lin Shen would see the obsession in his eyes, afraid to expose that forbidden desire.
Lin Shen was taken aback, then chuckled, his voice low and doting: “Silly child, I'll be back tonight.”
His hand ruffled Lin Yu'an's hair, fingertips tracing through the strands, so gentle it made Lin Yu'an's heart tremble.
Lin Yu'an looked up, his gaze falling on Lin Shen's lips. Last night's kiss and that burning sensation surged in his mind. He suddenly wanted to kiss him again, to confirm that intimacy wasn't a dream.
But he knew he couldn't. He let go, forcing a smile: “Go on, Little Uncle.”
Lin Shen ruffled his hair and turned to leave, his back disappearing behind the door.
Lin Yu'an stood at the doorway, tears sliding uncontrollably, as if the wound in his heart had been torn open.
He knew last night's intimacy had branded his soul. This forbidden feeling, burning like a flame, had made him unable to extricate himself.
Three days later, Lin Shen was delayed by company projects and hadn't returned.
Lin Yu'an stood by the window, gazing at the traffic below, replaying the temperature of that kiss in his mind.
His phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Lin Shen: Coming back for dinner tonight. Lin Yu'an's heart raced. He rushed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Although he wasn't good at cooking, he wanted to do something for Lin Shen.
At seven in the evening, Lin Shen returned on time. He looked a bit tired, but seeing the table full of dishes, he smiled: “Did you make all this?”
Lin Yu'an nodded, a bit nervous: “It might not taste good…”
Lin Shen tried a bite and said with a smile: “Not bad.”
Lin Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief and sat opposite Lin Shen, watching him eat elegantly, suddenly feeling very happy.
“Little Uncle…” he called softly. “Hmm?”
Lin Shen looked up. Lin Yu'an hesitated: “Do you… remember that night?”
Lin Shen's hand paused: “Which night?”
“The night you had a fever…” Lin Yu'an felt his heartbeat accelerate.
Lin Shen put down his chopsticks, his expression complex: “Yu'an…”
Lin Yu'an gathered his courage: “You kissed me.” Lin Shen fell silent. Lin Yu'an felt his heartbeat about to explode.
“I'm sorry.” Lin Shen finally spoke. “I was delirious with fever that day.”
Lin Yu'an's heart ached. So that kiss really meant nothing to him. “I understand.”
He lowered his head, trying not to let tears fall. Lin Shen sighed: “Yu'an, you're still young.”
“I'm not young anymore!” Lin Yu'an suddenly looked up, tears streaming down. “I'm already eighteen!”
Lin Shen looked at his red eyes, his heart aching almost unbearably: “Yu'an…”
Lin Yu'an stood up and walked to Lin Shen: “Little Uncle, I like you.”
“Yu'an, we are uncle and nephew.” Lin Shen's voice was low, tinged with pain.
“But we have no blood relation!” Lin Yu'an grabbed Lin Shen's hand. “Little Uncle, I really like you.”
Lin Shen looked at his tear-streaked face, his defenses almost crumbling: “You're still young. You don't understand what love is.”
“I do!” Lin Yu'an tightly held his hand. “Little Uncle, I know what I'm saying.”
Lin Shen's shirt was wet with his tears. He reached out to wipe Lin Yu'an's tears, his movements as gentle as soothing a wounded little animal.
“Yu'an…” Lin Shen called softly. Lin Yu'an looked up, seeing Lin Shen's gentle eyes, and suddenly kissed his lips.
Lin Shen froze. Lin Yu'an's lips were soft as silk, warm with the saltiness of tears, like flames igniting his long-suppressed desire.
He wanted to push him away, to maintain that ethical boundary, but his body betrayed reason, craving deeper touch.
His tongue probed into Lin Yu'an's mouth, greedily entwining. The kiss turned from gentle to fervent, like a tide in a storm, devouring every trace of reason in the air.
Lin Shen's hand slid to Lin Yu'an's waist, fingertips feeling the burning heat of his skin through the thin shirt.
He forcefully pulled Lin Yu'an closer, their chests pressed tight, breaths intertwining, rapid as if wanting to melt into each other.
Lin Yu'an's fingers dug into Lin Shen's shirt, nails tracing his solid back muscles, leaving faint red marks, eliciting a low grunt from Lin Shen's throat.
His kiss slid from Lin Yu'an's lips to his neck, teeth lightly biting his collarbone, eliciting a shiver from Lin Yu'an, a low moan escaping from deep in his throat.
“Yu'an…” Lin Shen pushed him away, his voice hoarse as if ground by gravel, carrying painful restraint. “We can't do this.”
Lin Yu'an's eyes were red, tears shimmering crystal-like in the moonlight, fragile yet stubborn: “Little Uncle, I like you too.”
Lin Shen's heart was violently struck by these words. Reason teetered in the flames of desire.
He gave a bitter smile, conflict flashing in his eyes: “I know there are too many obstacles between us, but I… I can't deceive myself anymore.”
Lin Yu'an threw himself into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, burying his face in his chest, tears soaking Lin Shen's shirt: “Little Uncle…”
Lin Shen's hand gently stroked his hair, fingertips lingering in the soft strands, as if wanting to grasp this moment of tenderness: “Yu'an, you're still young. The road ahead is long.”
“I don't care!” Lin Yu'an suddenly looked up, tears trembling in his eyes like shattered starlight under the moon. His voice quivered slightly with emotion but carried undeniable determination. “As long as I'm with Little Uncle, I'm not afraid of anything!”
Lin Shen's eyes darkened, as if completely consumed by forbidden flames, a long-suppressed desire burning in the depths of his pupils.
He lowered his head and kissed Lin Yu'an again. This time the kiss was no longer tentative but carried aggressive heat. His tongue forcefully probed into his mouth, plundering every breath, as if wanting to devour him whole.
Lin Yu'an's nose emitted soft pants. Wet tongues entwined, carrying the saltiness of tears and Lin Shen's unique cedar scent, igniting every nerve.
Lin Yu'an's body softened like melting in Lin Shen's arms, as if the kiss had drained all his strength.
His hands climbed onto Lin Shen's shoulders, nails deeply embedding in his firm muscles, leaving faint red marks, as if wanting to carve himself into Lin Shen's soul.
Lin Shen let out a low groan, his Adam's apple bobbing. He kissed deeper, teeth lightly biting Lin Yu'an's lower lip, eliciting a shiver from him.
Lin Yu'an's breathing was rapid, his chest heaving. His body unconsciously pressed closer to Lin Shen, feeling the burning heat under his shirt.
Lin Yu'an's hand trembled as it slid down, touching Lin Shen's belt. His fingertips hesitated for an instant but were driven by the impulse in his heart.
He unbuckled Lin Shen's pants, and his palm suddenly grasped Lin Shen's erect, massive member. The burning temperature and hard texture made his heartbeat lose its rhythm.
Lin Shen's breathing caught abruptly. A low roar burst from deep in his throat, as if this bold touch had ignited his final reason.
His hand gripped Lin Yu'an's waist, forcefully pulling him closer, bodies pressed tight, the air filled with the strong scent of sweat and desire.
Lin Shen lifted Lin Yu'an and strode toward the bedroom, pushing the door open forcefully, the impact echoing in the silent night.
He pressed Lin Yu'an onto the bed, the mattress sinking deeply under their weight.
Lin Shen's kiss slid from his lips to behind his ear, teeth lightly biting his earlobe, tongue circling his sensitive skin, eliciting waves of shivers from Lin Yu'an.
He murmured softly: “Yu'an, do you really want this?”
Lin Yu'an bit his lower lip, tears glistening in his eyes, yet nodded firmly: “Little Uncle… I want you.”
These words completely shattered Lin Shen's defenses.
He let out a low growl, unbuttoning Lin Yu'an's shirt, revealing his fair and slender chest.
Lin Shen's kiss slid along his collarbone, tongue tracing his sensitive skin, leaving wet, hot marks.
Lin Yu'an's breathing was rapid. His body unconsciously arched, welcoming every touch from Lin Shen.
Lin Shen's hand slid to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. His pants were pulled down to his ankles, revealing long, firm legs.
Lin Shen's fingers slid across the inner thigh of Lin Yu'an, slowly and teasingly approaching his buttocks, fingertips lightly touching that secret entrance.
Lin Yu'an's body trembled violently. A suppressed moan escaped his throat.
Lin Shen leaned down, kissing his lips, while his other hand probed in, gently pressing the tight chrysanthemum entrance. The temperature of his fingertips made Lin Yu'an's body unconsciously tense.
“Relax, Yu'an…” Lin Shen's voice was low and hoarse, carrying soothing gentleness.
He applied prostate fluid, his glans slowly approaching the tightly closed entrance. The burning tip slowly rubbed around the chrysanthemum entrance. The slippery sensation made Lin Yu'an's breathing even more rapid.
His body trembled slightly from nervousness, but his eyes were full of trust and desire.
Lin Shen's glans repeatedly rubbed at the entrance. The wet, hot sensation stimulated the sensitive nerves. Lin Yu'an bit his lower lip, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Lin Shen lowered his head to kiss his lips, his tongue soothing his tension, slowly pushing in.
Lin Yu'an gasped sharply. A tearing pain came from below, tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. A broken moan escaped his throat.
“It hurts…” Lin Yu'an's voice trembled, tinged with helplessness. Lin Shen stopped his movements, kissed away his tears, and said softly to soothe him:
“Relax, I'm here… I won't hurt you.” He gently stroked Lin Yu'an's waist, his fingers tenderly soothing his body, waiting for him to adjust.
The pain gradually gave way to a strange pleasure. Lin Shen's glans went deeper, touching the sensitive spot inside Lin Yu'an.
The moment the prostate was hit, Lin Yu'an's body trembled violently. Electric pleasure shot from his tailbone straight to his brain. He threw his head back, a high-pitched moan escaping his throat. His body unconsciously welcomed Lin Shen's movements.
Lin Shen's movements gradually quickened. Every deep thrust precisely hit Lin Yu'an's prostate, bringing waves of indescribable pleasure.
Lin Yu'an's moans were intermittent. His body trembled under Lin Shen's possession. Sweat slid from his forehead, dripping onto the sheets like blooming petals.
Lin Shen growled lowly, hands gripping Lin Yu'an's buttocks, pulling him closer. The collision of their bodies emitted low sounds, mixed with their rapid pants.
“Yu'an…” Lin Shen's voice was hoarse, filled with intense desire. His hand slid to Lin Yu'an's crotch, stroking his equally burning member, quickening the pace.
Lin Yu'an's body trembled under Lin Shen's possession, like a leaf swept up by a gale, powerless yet drowning in it.
His legs wrapped around Lin Shen's waist. Sweat slid from his forehead, mingling with Lin Shen's sweat, dripping onto the sheets like blooming teardrops. Lin Shen's movements became more intense. Every deep thrust precisely hit Lin Yu'an's prostate, bringing waves of surging pleasure.
Lin Yu'an's moans were intermittent and high-pitched. The sounds escaping his throat were like shattered porcelain, fragile yet full of vitality.
Lin Shen's low growls echoed in the room. His hands tightly gripped Lin Yu'an's buttocks, fingertips embedding in his soft skin, pulling him even closer.
The collision of their bodies emitted low slapping sounds, mixed with the creaking of the bed and their rapid pants, like the most primal symphony of the night.
Lin Yu'an's heart surged like stormy waves. He both feared this forbidden intimacy and craved deeper sinking.
His hands tightly wrapped around Lin Shen's neck, nails leaving deep red marks on his back, as if using pain to vent his unspeakable desire.
Pleasure swept over him like a raging tide. Lin Yu'an's body tensed like a fully drawn bow. Sweat slid from his chest, shimmering with moonlight.
His moans grew higher and higher, as if pushed to the brink of collapse by Lin Shen's thrusts.
Lin Shen growled lowly, quickening his pace. His burning member thrust in and out of Lin Yu'an's body. The wet friction and prostate stimulation made Lin Yu'an's body tremble endlessly.
Suddenly, Lin Yu'an's body stiffened abruptly. The pleasure from continuous prostate stimulation pushed him to the peak. His entrance unconsciously tightened,
the tight contraction wrapping around Lin Shen's member like silk, bringing intense stimulation. Lin Shen gasped sharply, a low roar bursting from his throat,
as if ignited by Lin Yu'an's tightening into final reason.
Lin Yu'an's tightening excited him further. His cock thrust more roughly under the intense stimulation. Every deep thrust carried uncontrollable fervor, like a beast releasing its final restraint.
His hands gripped Lin Yu'an's waist, fingertips almost embedding in skin. Sweat slid from his forehead, dripping onto Lin Yu'an's chest, like igniting the final spark.
Lin Yu'an's moans turned into broken cries. His body tensed in extreme pleasure. His entrance tightened again, as if wanting to completely devour Lin Shen.
The moment of release was like white light exploding. Hot streams sprayed between them. The wet heat coated his abdomen like a blooming forbidden flower.
Almost simultaneously, Lin Shen's low roar exploded in his ear, as if pushed to the peak by Lin Yu'an's tightening. His body trembled violently. His burning release surged out like a flood, merging with Lin Yu'an's, as if intertwining their souls in the aftermath of passion.
The afterglow of climax receded like a tide. Their breathing remained rapid. Sweat and body heat mingled. The air was filled with a strong hormonal scent.
Lin Shen tightly embraced Lin Yu'an, his fingertips gently stroking his sweat-dampened back, gentle as if afraid he would dissipate at any moment.
Lin Yu'an curled up in Lin Shen's chest, his cheeks flushed from climax, yet his eyes held a trace of satisfied contentment, as if finally finding a home.
His lips trembled slightly, as if still immersed in the fervor just now. His tongue still carried Lin Shen's taste.
“Yu'an…” Lin Shen's voice was low, tinged with guilt, as if awakened from passion. “Are we… really right to do this?”
Lin Yu'an looked up, his eyes shining with stubborn light, yet tears swirling in the corners: “Little Uncle, as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of any consequences.”
His voice was firm, tinged with a sob, as if using all his courage.
Lin Shen sighed and held him tighter, as if wanting to embed him in his bones and blood: “You're still young. The road ahead is long.”
“I don't care.” Lin Yu'an's voice trembled yet was resolute. Tears slid down, dripping onto Lin Shen's chest.
“As long as I have you, I'm not afraid of anything.” Lin Shen lowered his head to kiss his forehead, his lips warm, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He knew this path was filled with taboos and challenges, but Lin Yu'an's warmth, tears, and that burning love had consumed him like flames, leaving him no way back.
This love, burning and dangerous, was a spark he could not resist.
From that day on, Lin Shen and Lin Yu'an began a new life, like two stars meeting in a taboo night sky—burning and secret, their light both warm and dangerous.
Together they were busy in the kitchen. When Lin Shen chopped vegetables, his fingertips occasionally brushed the back of Lin Yu'an's hand, bringing an electric shiver. Lin Yu'an's heartbeat lost its rhythm for that instant. His mind flashed back to last night's intimacy—Lin Shen's low growls, the wet heat in his palm, the salty taste on his tongue—making his cheeks burn. Shyness and desire intertwined in his chest.
Together they nestled on the sofa watching movies, bodies pressed close, breaths intertwining. The air was filled with Lin Shen's cedar scent and a faint hormonal smell. Lin Yu'an's heart both craved this intimacy and feared it would collapse at any moment due to the taboo.
Together they strolled by the river. The sunset stretched their shadows. Lin Yu'an's fingers inadvertently hooked Lin Shen's palm, as if using this tiny touch to confirm each other's existence. Yet his heart struggled: Was this love destined to be crushed by the outside world?
Occasionally, outside gazes and pressure came like cold wind. Others' whispers and ethical shackles hammered at his heart like heavy blows, making Lin Yu'an feel suffocated. He feared losing Lin Shen, feared this love being torn apart by worldly prejudice. But whenever Lin Shen looked at him, that gentle yet burning light in his eyes always dispelled his fears.
Lin Shen was also struggling. He knew this relationship defied norms. Every intimacy was like dancing on a knife's edge. But Lin Yu'an's tears, his dependence, his warmth—all were like poison, making him sink, unable to extricate himself.
Their intimacy was no longer pure impulse but integrated into daily life, like a flame slowly burning in the heart—warm yet dangerous.
Lin Shen began paying more attention to his health, eating on time, reducing late nights. The frequency of stomach pain gradually decreased.
His body grew stronger with Lin Yu'an's company, as if reshaping himself to protect this forbidden love.
Lin Yu'an, encouraged by Lin Shen, worked hard to care for his body. His once-pale cheeks gradually gained color, and his eyes held more vitality.
Whenever Lin Shen saw his healthy appearance, pride and tenderness welled up in his chest, like seeing a young plant blooming under his care. But a trace of guilt hid in his heart: Was he dragging Lin Yu'an into a forbidden abyss with his love? Their nights were often spent in intimate entanglement.
One night, moonlight filtered through the curtains onto the bedroom. Silver light outlined Lin Yu'an's fair contours, like fragile porcelain.
Lin Shen gently pressed him onto the soft sheets. His kiss slid from his lips to his neck, tongue licking his sensitive collarbone, leaving wet, hot red marks.
Lin Yu'an's heart surged like stormy waves. He both craved this intimate touch and feared it would push them deeper into taboo.
His breathing was rapid. His hands climbed onto Lin Shen's shoulders, nails embedding in his firm back muscles, leaving faint red marks, as if using pain to vent his inner struggle:
He wanted to sink, yet feared this love would ruin Lin Shen.
Lin Shen's hand slid to Lin Yu'an's waist, untying his pajama pants, revealing long, fair legs. His skin glowed softly in the moonlight.
Lin Yu'an's heart surged with shyness and anticipation, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, both fearing the fall and yearning to fly.
His breathing was intermittent. Tears shimmered in his eyes, as if begging for Lin Shen's affirmation with his gaze.
Lin Shen's fingertips applied lubricant and slowly probed into that tight entrance. The wet, slippery sensation made Lin Yu'an's body tremble violently. A suppressed moan escaped his throat.
His heart was filled with both resisting pain and craving surrender, as if Lin Shen's touch had torn open a crack in his soul.
“Yu'an… relax…” Lin Shen's voice was low and hoarse, carrying soothing gentleness, like a whisper in the dead of night, trying to calm Lin Yu'an's tension.
Yet his heart was struggling. Every touch was like a provocation to the taboo. He wanted to stop, yet couldn't resist Lin Yu'an's warmth and dependence.
He leaned down to kiss Lin Yu'an's lips, his tongue soothing his trembling, slowly pushing in.
Lin Yu'an gasped sharply. A tearing pain came from below, as if his body had been torn open by a crack. Crystal tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. A broken moan escaped his throat: “Little Uncle…”
Lin Shen stopped his movements, kissed away his tears, pressed his forehead against Lin Yu'an's, and said softly to soothe him: “I'm here… I won't hurt you.”
Yet his heart felt as if cut by a knife. He knew this intimacy was a forbidden sin, yet couldn't resist Lin Yu'an's tears and trust.
His hand gently stroked Lin Yu'an's waist, waiting for him to adjust. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure. Lin Shen's member went deeper, touching Lin Yu'an's prostate. Electric pleasure shot from his tailbone straight to his brain.
Lin Yu'an threw his head back. A high-pitched moan burst from his throat. His body unconsciously arched. His legs wrapped around Lin Shen's waist. His heart was filled with both feverish surrender and deep fear: Where would this love take them?
A year later, Lin Yu'an was admitted to his ideal university. Sunlight spilled onto the campus's tree-lined paths. His figure was light and full of vitality.
Lin Shen took him to register at school. Standing at the campus entrance, watching Lin Yu'an excitedly running through the crowd, like a youth freed from forbidden shackles,
pride welled up in his chest, mixed with a secret sourness: He had given Lin Yu'an a new beginning, yet couldn't escape the guilt in his heart.
“Little Uncle!” Lin Yu'an suddenly turned around and rushed back to hug Lin Shen tightly, burying his face in his chest, the familiar cedar scent lingering at his nose. “Thank you.”
Lin Shen ruffled his hair, fingertips tracing the soft strands, gentle as if touching a treasure: “Silly, thank me for what?”
Yet his heart surged. He feared this love would become a burden on Lin Yu'an's future.
“Thank you for loving me.” Lin Yu'an looked up, tears shimmering in his eyes, his voice trembling yet firm.
“Thank you for letting me know what happiness is.” His heart was filled with both satisfied joy and faint unease. He feared Lin Shen would let go due to worldly pressure, yet believed this love could overcome everything.
Lin Shen lowered his head and kissed his lips, gentle yet firm, as if using this kiss to swear their promise to each other.
Yet his heart twisted like a knife. This love was so burning, yet so dangerous.
Lin Yu'an's lips were soft and warm, carrying the saltiness of tears, like a continuation of last night's intimacy, making him both crave and suffer: “I also thank you, Yu'an. You made me understand what true love is.”
Under the setting sun, their figures embraced tightly, like two interdependent trees, deeply rooted yet swaying in the storm.
Lin Yu'an's heart was filled with hope. He believed that as long as Lin Shen was by his side, no matter how long or difficult the road ahead, they could walk it together.
Lin Shen's heart was complex and indescribable. He wanted to protect Lin Yu'an's smile, yet feared this forbidden love would become his shackle.
But at this moment, he only wanted to tightly embrace Lin Yu'an, feeling his warmth, as if using this moment of intimacy to fight against the unknown future.
Because of love, they were brave; because of each other, they were complete.