As soon as they returned to the team headquarters that evening, Old Cat dropped his things and left without waiting for Xiao Rui to remind him about the curfew, instantly becoming a missing person. Old K sat down calmly to train in Ranked Games, even turning on his live stream.
Tong Yao glanced over and noticed that Old K's stream title had changed from its usual 【Duo Queue with Cat Concubine to Lose Points】 to 【Solo Queue for a bit, Korean server Ranked～】.
With a click, Tong Yao entered the stream, which was packed with spectator masses. However, hardly anyone was paying attention to the game Old K was playing—most were focused on:
【Where’s Old Cat?】
【Did that dog Old Cat abandon you?】
【……………………Is a new concubine taking over? Pick me, pick me, pick me!】
【Why aren’t you queueing with Cat? Is he not at headquarters? It’s always eerily quiet when he’s not around!】
【Cat went out? At this hour? Didn’t the club set a curfew after the Xu Tailun incident? He’s gonna get his salary docked!】
【ZGDX’s top-jungle duo splits, likely to lose against YQCB this Sunday】
……
Tong Yao stared at the screen, thinking, You people really know how to stir up trouble, don’t you? As if you’re not afraid of pissing off your God K… Just as she was pondering, another line of live comments floated by:
【Wow. I was at the match today. Old Cat got spiral exploded in the top lane, and Old K never came to help. Old Cat’s face was sour the whole time. I couldn’t hear what they said since I wasn’t in the front row, but after that exchange, Old Cat’s expression turned even uglier, and he didn’t speak for the rest of the game… Did they really argue over this? 23333333333333】
Tong Yao: “………………………………”
And they even added “23333”!
Ignorant of the nation’s ruin, still singing across the river…
Her heart pounding, she stared at that comment, wishing she could dive into the computer and delete it manually. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Old K’s face illuminated by the screen—he must have tabbed out to check the live comments. She grew nervous, afraid he’d see those remarks and lose his temper on the spot.
But to her surprise, he did see that comment.
And said nothing.
After finishing that Ranked game, he exited and simply said, “Tired, ending stream,” before abruptly shutting down the broadcast. The screen went black, leaving a flood of “？？？？” from the viewers, while Old K stood up, turned off his computer, and went upstairs.
Leaving Tong Yao and Little Fatty staring at each other in horror.
Little Fatty: “Are they really serious about this?”
Tong Yao: “…I don’t know.”
After Old K went upstairs, the first floor of the headquarters became eerily quiet. Feeling uneasy and in no mood to play games, Tong Yao tossed her mouse aside and hurried upstairs to find her captain—knocking on Lu Sicheng’s door. Soon, footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal a damp face, the scent of soap wafting out.
The man was bare-chested, wearing only loose shorts. As their eyes met, a droplet of water trailed down his toned abs before disappearing into the waistband of his shorts—
Tong Yao swallowed hard, making an inaudible gulp .A thought drifted through her mind—"We're all adults here, stay calm"—yet her face remained expressionless. Lowering her gaze, she forcibly tore her eyes away from the edge of his boxers. Tong Yao spoke in a composed voice, "You're showering? I'll come back later—"
Before she could finish, the man inside the room expressionlessly grabbed her wrist, yanked her back inside, and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang!" Tong Yao barely had time to react before she was lifted off her feet. She let out a brief "ah" as she was tossed over his shoulder and then thrown onto his bed—
"Delivered right to my doorstep."
His voice was deep as he pressed down on her, his hands already wandering with mischief. He didn’t stop until Tong Yao was thoroughly pinned beneath him, her hair disheveled, lips swollen and glistening. Only then did he relent—his large hand resting possessively on her waist as he squeezed himself beside her, nestling close. His slightly hoarse voice murmured by her ear, "What did you need?"
As he spoke, his fingers traced the edge of her bra, teasingly close to grazing a certain spot...
Tong Yao swatted his hand away and tugged at her clothes. "I wanted to ask what we should do about Old Cat and Old K. They both looked awful after coming back from the match today... Then Old K started solo queueing—mmph."
The man beside her propped himself up slightly, his shadow enveloping her. Warm, featherlight kisses trailed from her eyelids, down to the hollow beneath her eyes, her cheek, the corner of her lips, her neck...
"Keep talking."
Keep talking, my ass.
Tong Yao squirmed, ticklish and desperate to escape.
Lu Sicheng held her firmly in place, refusing to let her move.
"Old K isn’t even duoing with Old Cat anymore, and it’s already eleven. No one knows where Old Cat went."
"Eleven already?"
"Yeah."
"Then why don’t you just sleep here? I’ll hold you. Won’t do anything."
"………………………………Lu Sicheng, I’m being serious."
The man chuckled lowly—he loved it when she called him by his full name in that half-annoyed tone. His warm breath fanned over the shell of her ear, staining it red. Tong Yao grabbed his ears to stop him from moving and finished, "But the stream chat was spamming nonstop about Old Cat, and Old K just shut off his stream. He looked pissed."
"Oh," Lu Sicheng dipped his head to kiss her lips once, his dark brown gaze intense. "And?"
"We have scrims against CK tomorrow and YQCB the day after. How are we supposed to play if they’re fighting? You’re the captain. Aren’t you going to do something?"
Lu Sicheng paused, then smirked, his tone indifferent. "You’re overthinking it. They were just frustrated after getting camped in the match. Old K was farming a bit too aggressively in the second game—seemed like he was testing a new jungle path. Weren’t you also tilted when Li Huanshuo kept ganking you? It’s normal to be upset in the moment... They’re not kids. They’ll get over it."
His tone was utterly nonchalant.
Tong Yao pinched his earlobe.
"Remember what you said today."
"What?"
"If we lose to CK in scrims tomorrow because of them, don’t complain. I already warned you. Even if it’s just a scrim, I don’t want to lose to Yang—"Tong Yao didn't get to finish her sentence before the man captured her lips between his teeth, his agile tongue immediately invading her mouth. The moment their tongues met, they became deeply entangled—his kiss carried a hint of aggression, as if something she'd said earlier had provoked him. The relentless pursuit left her breathless, her senses completely overwhelmed by his scent...
A trickle of unswallowed saliva escaped from the corner of Tong Yao's lips—
She let out a soft sigh and lowered her eyes.
Only then did the serpent entwined with her tongue withdraw slightly.
"Later, go warn God K and Old Cat—if they lose tomorrow's Scrims, I'll consider putting in substitutes for the match the day after," Lu Sicheng said tersely in the darkness beneath the covers. After locking eyes with Tong Yao for a moment and studying her slightly swollen lips, he lowered his head to lick them lightly. "Tell them it's from me."
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