Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

66: The Noble Young Master’s Benefactor 8”Mu Lin, why did you come in? Get out.”

His tone rose slightly, vaguely carrying a hint of anger.

However, Mu Lin before him acted as if he didn’t understand, walking toward him with a calm expression and embracing him.

”Let go of me.”

Lu Zhan’s brows were tightly furrowed, his heart instantly filled with irritation; even using strength, he couldn’t push away the figure before him.

Mu Lin whispered coaxingly.

”Lu Zhan, give me Pheromones... would you?”

Hot breath sprayed against his ear, and Mu Lin’s words were like a small brush tickling one’s heart. It had to be said that Mu Lin like this was indeed very tempting, but Lu Zhan knew deep down that temptation was often accompanied by extreme danger; one wrong step and everything would be lost.

Closing his eyes slightly to calm his fluttering emotions, Lu Zhan returned to his usual indifference and calmness.

”Mu Lin, go inject the synthetic agent yourself, let go of me, and leave my house immediately.”

The cold, distant words fell upon his ears. Thinking of the soft expression Lu Zhan had for Song Shu during the day, and comparing it to the cold Lu Zhan before him now, Mu Lin felt an unbearable sense of grievance and pain in his heart.

His eyes instantly turned red, his long eyelashes grew damp, and tears slipped down involuntarily.

”Lu Zhan, don’t be so cold to me. I’m really suffering right now; my body hurts, and my heart hurts even more.”

Lu Zhan felt a slight dampness on his shoulder, his body stiffened slightly, and a sense of shock and disbelief welled up in his heart.

Was Mu Lin crying? That high and mighty, elegant, and noble young master could actually be so fragile, sobbing while resting on his shoulder.

For once, Lu Zhan didn’t say anything cold; his right hand lifted involuntarily, landing on the other’s back to soothe him.

The other’s entire body was very hot; there was no doubt that that period had arrived.

But he didn’t have any at home, and it didn’t look like Mu Lin had brought any either.

”Did you bring the synthetic agent?”

Mu Lin felt that Lu Zhan’s attitude toward him had softened by two points—perhaps because of the tears just now, or perhaps because he was, after all, somewhat special in Lu Zhan’s heart.

Actually, he had some in his car, but he didn’t want to use it. It was rare for Lu Zhan not to be so repulsed by him, and his heart stirred with a bit of impulse.

”I came out in a hurry, so I didn’t bring any. A-Zhan, don’t be so cold to me.”

His low words carried a hint of pleading.

Lu Zhan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit of a headache. He pushed the head on his shoulder away slightly, turned his head, and looked deeply at Mu Lin, as if trying to see into the depths of his heart.

His damp eyes were overflowing with pleading and pity, with crystalline specks on his long lashes, and his meticulously styled hair was already messy. There was an unnatural flush on his face.

Under Lu Zhan’s silent gaze, Mu Lin obediently bowed his head.

Mu Lin was too deep a person; he had never been able to see through him.

He had once seen his cruelty and indifference, and he had also seen his debauchery and dissoluteness. Now, the person before him was so fragile and humble.

Perhaps everything was just a disguise, perhaps everything was just a ploy to gain sympathy, or perhaps everything was just to lure him into the trap again. But it seemed that, in the end, he still harbored a bit of reluctance to be harsh to him.

His sober reason told him he shouldn’t get involved and should push him away, but looking at the obedient Mu Lin before him...

Sigh...

Lu Zhan sighed in his heart.

Leaning in slightly...

Sweet and clear, two different scents gradually permeated the entire room.

Immersed in the clear and pleasant Pheromones, the impulse and jealous rage in Mu Lin’s heart seemed to be briefly calmed at this moment.

A while later, Lu Zhan forcibly calmed the restlessness caused by the other’s Pheromones, then pushed the not-yet-sober person away slightly.

The flush on Mu Lin’s face had not yet faded, and his body still carried a bit of heat. His reddened eyes were slightly unfocused, but soon regained clarity.

”You...” Mu Lin’s voice was still a bit hoarse. He looked at Lu Zhan, a glimmer of expectation flashing in his eyes.

Lu Zhan turned his head away, his mood somewhat complex. He didn’t know why he had done that—perhaps because of that touch of heartache deep in his heart, or perhaps because of Mu Lin’s fragility at that moment.