readsfreenovel Chapter 467 The Second Piece of Clothes 2
Chapter 467 The Second Piece of Clothes 2
Lin Ci'an's cold voice sounded above his head. Chu Ziyu lowered his head and let the other party grab his wrist.
To others, it looked like a gesture of support, but in reality, the thumb was rolling heavily over the bruise on the inside of his wrist - the result of being caught in the utility room.
"It hurts..." Chu Ziyu murmured subconsciously, taking advantage of the situation to lean forward, and his breath stained with the scent of red wine sprayed on Lin Ci'an's ear.
He was satisfied to see the tip of the other person's ears turn red instantly, but he deliberately made his voice normal: "I'm fine, I just didn't stand firmly, I can go to the bathroom to deal with it myself, you don't need to pretend to be kind..."
As he spoke, Chu Ziyu pushed Lin Ci'an's hand away, but Lin Ci'an held it tightly. Chu Ziyu took the red wine from the tray of the waiter who was still standing there in a daze and poured it on Lin Ci'an.
The moment the red wine was spilled, time seemed to stand still.
Lin Ci'an did not hide.
The dark red liquid soaked through his snow-white suit and flowed down his collar, like a snowy scene stained with blood. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the wine beads slid down his jaw, dripped onto the depression of his collarbone, and slowly sank into his collar.
There was silence.
Lin Ci'an raised his hand, gently rubbed a drop of red wine on his cheek with his fingertips, lowered his eyes to take a look, then raised his eyes and looked directly at Chu Ziyu.
"Mission accomplished." 001's mechanical and rigid voice sounded in Chu Ziyu's mind.
His eyes were extremely cold, yet contained a certain dangerous interest, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up into an arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.
"Chu Ziyu."
His voice was low, and red wine dripped down his knuckles, leaving dark marks on the ground.
"I really shouldn't be soft-hearted."
He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket that was soaked with red wine and threw it aside, revealing the shirt underneath that was also stained red.
Chu Ziyu didn't care about Lin Ci'an, and walked towards the bathroom on his own, but he tripped -
At the moment when he seemed to be about to fall, Lin Ci'an subconsciously supported him. He used the force of Lin Ci'an's support to turn around, and his lips "accidentally" brushed the other person's cheek.
From Chu Xiao's perspective, this kiss was extremely ambiguous.
"You!" Lin Ci'an's eyes widened. In public.
Chu Ziyu showed weakness before he had an attack: "I feel dizzy..." As he said that, he slid to the ground, successfully forcing Lin Ci'an to hug his waist.
The moment he started, Lin Ci'an felt cold sweat on Chu Ziyu's back. As he touched the wound, he subconsciously avoided it and still felt the chain.
This posture left his chest completely exposed to Lin Ci'an's gaze. The bite marks and electric shock injuries were extremely red and swollen due to the effect of the red wine. And there was the second piece of clothing, a chest chain he bought to deliberately humiliate Chu Ziyu, and a pair of gifts for his grandmother. He didn't expect that he would wear it.
The extremely thin silver chain is as cold as a blade, and each section is embedded with dark patterns, fitting the skin like snake scales.
The main chain runs across the lower part of the clavicle, with forks extending from both ends, one hanging down to the sternum and the other going around to the ribs, meeting at the heart to form an inverted triangle.
The back of the shirt was slightly bulged by the chain - there was also a horizontal chain strap on the back waist, cross-fixed on the groove of the spine, like tying reins for a beast.
An obsidian stone was hanging at the intersection, and as it rose and fell with his breathing, the stone was pressing on the tip of the red nail on his left chest, rubbing against it.
The right red nail was tightly clamped by grandma's gift. The thin chain under the clamp and the ruby at the end of the chain hung on the abdominal muscles, rising and falling with her breathing.
There were red marks from the chain and the redness and swelling of the skin.
An hour ago, under dim lights, Chu Ziyu stood in front of the dressing mirror, fiddling with the small silver (to the right of the hole) clip with his fingertips.