The door slammed shut behind them, and Tong Yao was immediately lifted and pressed against the wall—the man held her bottom with one hand while the other traced her lips: "Where did he touch you, huh? Getting so close..."
As he spoke, he applied a bit more pressure. Tong Yao's back pressed against the cold wall, and she let out a soft gasp under his weight: "You saw? If you saw, why didn’t you come over?"
His fingers continued to roam over her lips, thoroughly checking for any trace of moisture before finally relaxing his grip. His furrowed brow eased slightly as he hoisted her higher, tilting his face up to plant a loud kiss on her lips—then, as if that wasn’t enough, he nipped at them, his teeth grazing lightly, sending tingles through her. Hearing her muffled protest, he finally released her slightly swollen lips, only for his agile tongue to slip past her teeth...
Sensing the restless urgency in his kiss, Tong Yao didn’t push him away—instead, she rested her hands on his shoulders, lowering her head to obediently accept it...
Until both their breaths grew unsteady.
Lu Sicheng pulled back, brushing aside the disheveled strands of hair from her forehead as he gazed into her eyes and said slowly, "I was waiting for you to push him away. I told you before—that little brat won’t back off unless you slap him hard enough to make him feel it."
Tong Yao pinched his chin and gave it a light shake: "So, were you secretly gloating when I did?"
"No," Lu Sicheng kissed the tip of her nose and admitted honestly, "I was going crazy."
"..."
"You should’ve kicked him the moment he pinned you to the couch. Why bother listening to his nonsense?" Lu Sicheng tilted his head slightly. "What did he even say that had you so engrossed, huh?"
Tong Yao let out a soft "ah," as if suddenly remembering something, and frowned: "He said—"
Before she could finish, she was abruptly lifted from the wall. With no support behind her, she gasped and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his neck like an octopus—the next second, her vision blurred as they both tumbled onto the soft bed...
"Lesson for you: When your man asks in a particularly pissed-off tone what some other dung beetle said to you, he’s not actually interested in the conversation," Lu Sicheng’s hand slipped under her shirt, fingers tracing teasing circles over her stomach, sending shivers through her. "He’s just pissed."
Tong Yao: "…………………………………………"
Tong Yao: "Seems like something big would’ve happened if I’d pushed him away a second later."
Lu Sicheng: "Yep. Ever heard of perverting justice for personal gain?"
Tong Yao: "..."
"Discussing transfers with other clubs during the off-season transfer period is always fair game. Suspension—suspend him for a year..." By the end, the indignation in his voice had given way to amusement, half-joking, half-serious—it was hard to tell whether he meant it...
Or not.
Greedy Wolf was, after all, trained by China Telecom. With the Professional League currently lacking strong domestic AD carries, letting a player like him go cheaply to another club... wouldn’t be ideal.Tong Yao lifted her eyelids, meeting the deep brown eyes of the person pressing down on her. His eyes brightened slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. Suddenly realizing that his earlier tone had contained both frustration and sincerity, she raised her hand and smacked his forehead.
"Don’t mess around."
Lu Sicheng clicked his tongue and tilted his head back slightly, but his restless hand began to wander downward, slipping beneath the hem of her pants—
Tong Yao grabbed his wrist. "Does your hand not hurt anymore?"
"It does," Lu Sicheng curled his lips into a smirk. "So stop holding onto me and let go."
Ignoring his teasing, she noticed the faint warmth radiating from his wrist under her grip. Startled, she pulled it closer to inspect—but Lu Sicheng leisurely pulled away, his tone indifferent as he said, "It’s fine. I just applied some medicated oil, so it’s a little warm now that it’s taking effect…"
She had indeed caught a faint whiff of the medicinal scent earlier.
Hearing his explanation, she relaxed slightly but remained unmoved as she yanked out his hand, which had once again ventured dangerously close to her inner thigh. She sat up—now facing him cross-legged—and, under his resentful gaze, rummaged through her pocket before pulling out a roll of bandages.
She looked up.
Lu Sicheng frowned reluctantly.
Tong Yao glared at him and none-too-gently yanked his hand back onto her knee—Lu Sicheng took advantage of the position to hook his slender fingers around the drawstring of her pants. Just as he successfully tugged the bow loose, his hand was met with a sharp slap!
Smack! The sound was crisp.
"Is this how you treat an injured man?" Lu Sicheng retracted his hand. "You were just standing so close to another male dung beetle—I was just disinfecting you—"
"Your injury is on your wrist, not the back of your hand."
Tong Yao unrolled the bandage and began carefully wrapping it around his wrist, her head bowed in concentration. Under the light, her lashes trembled faintly with each movement, and the slightly yellowed medical bandage twisted deftly between her fair fingers…
Lu Sicheng’s heart stirred, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear—then…
His large hand lingered there, unwilling to pull away.
His slightly rough palm brushed against her cheek, and Tong Yao glanced up at him.
Lu Sicheng pressed his palm more firmly against her face, his tone gentle and sincere: "You’ve got a pimple here."
"…………………………" Tong Yao gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to slap him, and replied through clenched jaws, "Yeah. Stress-induced. Your fault. So take responsibility for it."
Lu Sicheng shifted, ignoring her sharp inhale as he pulled his hand back—still trailing a loose end of bandage—and yanked the girl sitting in front of him straight into his arms. "I declare full responsibility for you, then."
Her nose bumped against his shoulder.
She watched helplessly as the roll of bandage still hanging from his wrist tumbled down, hit the floor with a plop , and rolled all the way to the door.
Tong Yao: "..."
Lu Sicheng: "But first, tell me how I upset you. So I can prescribe the right remedy."
Tong Yao: "Greedy Wolf said—"Lu Sicheng: "Don't want to hear it anymore. Stay mad if you want. I'll give you a credit card later to buy acne skincare products—as expensive as you want. I choose to spend money to avoid disaster."
"………………" Tong Yao reached up and pinched the man's ear. "Listen to me properly. Greedy Wolf just said your Ashe pick in the first game today was wrong. Even though we banned their Jhin, how could we just give up Sivir like that? And even if we did give up Sivir, why would you pick Ashe when we had the counterpick position? That was way too cocky."
Lu Sicheng thought for a moment, his large hand slipping behind Tong Yao's back: "Is this what you were talking about earlier?"
"Yes."
For some reason, Tong Yao felt nervous.
She began to feel like she was challenging the captain's authority.
But after a pause, she chose to continue—
"He wasn't entirely wrong. He said we've all been indulging you, letting you get arrogant—playing matches not to win but to show off. Show off what? It's a competition, not a damn performance—and it's true. Back then, whatever you said went. We didn't think too much about it, didn't even consider arguing with you… Ah!"
Tong Yao felt the strap on her shoulder loosen—the large hand behind her had quietly undone the clasp of her bra!
Her face flushed red as she hurriedly tried to sit up, but the person pressing down on her shoulders exerted a bit more force, trapping her in his embrace. Trembling slightly from nervousness and the hand now creeping forward, she shuddered violently when it reached her ribs.
"Continue," the man murmured darkly in her ear.
"…Continue what? I was speechless when he said all that. I felt like some kind of accomplice to tyranny! But I couldn't just say, 'Yeah, you're absolutely right!'" Tong Yao said fiercely, her face burning. "I had to defend you, so what else could I do? I just blurted out, 'Talk to me again when you make it to the first team…'"
As soon as the words left her mouth,
She felt the wandering hand suddenly freeze.
Then, the head resting on her shoulder shifted slightly before breaking into laughter—the man's hands slid down to wrap around her waist, hugging her tightly against him as if she were some priceless treasure. Scattered kisses rained down on her neck and shoulders…
The man's laughter still hadn't subsided.
Just as Tong Yao wondered if he'd gone mad with rage and was about to throw her out the second-floor window, he suddenly loosened his grip slightly—she looked up to meet his gaze. Under the light, those deep brown eyes held no anger, no trace of mockery or disdain.
The man merely curved his lips slightly before lowering his head to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Well said. Thinking about it that way, I really was at fault too."
"…"
"Won't happen next time." His lips brushed the corner of her mouth, which had stiffened in shock. "If there's a problem, just say it. It's not like I'll eat you."
"…………"
Sorry, but a minute ago, I really thought eating people was something you'd not only do but excel at.
…
And so.
That night.
When Little Fatty and the others barged back into the team headquarters right at curfew, the first thing they saw upon opening the door was their captain and their mid laner standing in the living room, while Xiao Rui and the others sat on the sofa with solemn expressions.
The atmosphere was terrifying.Little Fatty glanced at Tong Yao, who then gave Lu Sicheng a push from behind, causing him to take a couple of small steps forward—Little Fatty, who had been frozen mid-bend while taking off his shoes, was so startled that he stumbled backward and bumped into Lu Yue behind him.
Lu Yue peered over Little Fatty’s shoulder, first at Lu Sicheng’s expressionless face, then at Tong Yao standing behind him with a look of unease—taking in the current atmosphere, he frowned and asked seriously, “Shorty, are you pregnant?”
Everyone: “...”
Xiao Rui spat out the water he’d been holding in his mouth, splashing it all over Ming Shen beside him.
Tong Yao’s expression cycled from unease to bewilderment, then shock, then flushed embarrassment, before settling back into bewilderment. Finally, she snapped, lifting her foot to kick the man in front of her in the calf—
Lu Sicheng grunted in pain and turned to look at her. Tong Yao glared back at him fiercely—his usually impassive face finally cracked, revealing a helpless expression. He turned back to the group frozen in the doorway and waved a hand. “Today, during Ban & Pick, letting Sivir through and taking Ashe was me being arrogant and reckless. My bad, everyone. In future matches, you don’t have to indulge me like that. If I make a mistake, just call me out—I’ll fix it.”
After Lu Sicheng finished speaking.
The entire team headquarters fell into silence for several seconds.
Seven faces of utter bewilderment.
Little Fatty even stepped outside to check the doorplate, then scratched his head—he might have returned to the wrong headquarters and met a fake captain.
Amidst the collective confusion, only Tong Yao, standing at the back, let out a sigh of relief. Subconsciously, she glanced up toward the second floor of the headquarters, where the second-team ADC was lazily leaning against the railing, watching the scene unfold below.
Meeting Tong Yao’s gaze, he raised an eyebrow and mockingly pointed at his phone—barely visible was the Forum interface.
Tong Yao frowned slightly, sensing that this matter probably wouldn’t end so simply.
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