The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 148 Do you want to try me?

"Are you feeling better now?" Huo Sen did not continue the previous topic. He came behind Lin Nan and asked in a low voice.

"Well, thank you. Much better." Lin Nan nodded slightly.

"Don't like Tina's teaching style?"

"Um... well... it's not that I don't like it, but I just can't accept it yet. Sorry, Director, I'm sorry for having to find an S-level guide to be my teacher. I just scolded you."

"It doesn't matter. I get scolded by her all the time anyway." Huo Sen sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual vines in Lin Nan's brain stood up "swish", like a radar that smelled gossip.

"Don't let that foolish thought creep in." Huo Sen pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing through the lenses. "She and I are just comrades-in-arms. Tina used to be my guide."

Oh, I see.

She thought——

"I've only received superficial counseling," Huo Sen said suddenly, his gaze behind his glasses unusually softening. His tall figure leaned forward slightly, casting a shadow over Lin Nan's ear. "Usually, I rely on injections of suppressants."

After saying that, the man unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing dense needle marks on the back of his neck muscles.

Those purple bruises on the skin are particularly glaring and painful to look at.

Lin Nan was shocked. With such frequent injections, he really wanted to ask the extent of his mental pollution.

"If you can't accept others..." Huo Sen said as he buttoned up his collar one by one, "If you don't mind, why don't you try me..."

"..."

The man's deep voice swept across the eardrum like a feather, and Lin Nan's face turned red again!
But unlike before, this time she could clearly feel the beating of her own heart, which made her fingertips numb.
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It was four o'clock in the morning and it was still dark.

Lan Yin was already standing barefoot in the gym, sweat dripping down his slender waistline. After completing his last set of pull-ups, he headed straight for the bathroom that was as big as a small swimming pool.

The servants had already prepared bath water of the right temperature for him. As soon as the man stepped into the tub, a blue jellyfish spirit impatiently emerged.

Lan Yin looked at the jellyfish swimming in the water with a calm expression. In his light blue eyes, a hint of moisture gradually appeared, as if he was thinking of something at the moment.

The ceiling-mounted showerhead turned on, and hot water poured down like a waterfall. A man's sculpted form loomed in the rising mist. He tilted his head back, letting the water wash over his face, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Water droplets splashed on the overly fair skin, meandering down along the bulging muscle lines - sliding over the collarbone, flowing over the abdominal muscles, and finally falling silently into the pool, creating ripples.

"Why is the temperature of the pool higher than before?" The maid outside the bathroom said in confusion, looking at the temperature display on the wall.

It has always been her job to prepare the bath water for Master Lan Yin. Since the spiritual jellyfish has relatively high requirements for water temperature, she has always been diligent in controlling the water temperature at 15 degrees, but in the past few days it has obviously been much higher than usual.

"Is the instrument broken?" Another maid came closer and tapped the display lightly with her fingertips.

"That's impossible. It was just overhauled last week."

"Did the Master say anything?"

"……No."

"That should be okay, right?"

"..."

Every word from outside reached Lan Yin's ears. The man silently opened his eyes, finally coming to his senses from his deep thoughts. His skin, perhaps too fair, was noticeable even by the slightest change. The steam now stained it with an unnatural blush, like blood on ice, appearing particularly eerie in the lingering heat. "Heh..."

The man chuckled, stood up, put on his bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.

When the second hand of the clock perfectly coincided with six o'clock, Lan Yin just fastened the last platinum cufflink.

The young man in the mirror was as handsome as a sculpture, his silver-white uniform outlining his tall and straight figure, and even every strand of hair was fixed in the most perfect arc.

As he lowered his eyes to adjust his gloves, there was a gentle knock on the door behind him.

"Master, it's time to set off."

The butler stood outside the door with his head bowed, his gaze respectfully cast on the pattern of the third floor tile.

"Okay, I understand." Lan Yin in the mirror smiled appropriately and nodded in response.

After receiving the response, the butler bowed and gently closed the door.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, the smile on Lan Yin's face peeled off bit by bit like a faded oil painting.

He turned his head indifferently and looked out the window. There happened to be a pair of black birds standing outside. He looked at the two birds and silently suppressed all his bad emotions.

Ah——how annoying…
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A special car with the Chris family emblem slowly stopped at the gate of a manor, and a doorman immediately came out to open the door for them.

Lan Yin straightened her clothes and got out of the car with Duke Chris, her father.

Today they received an invitation from Duke Ned's Mansion to attend the summer banquet.

The nobles in the central district particularly like to hold such banquets in their spare time. On the surface, they hold them under the banner of building relationships, but in fact, there are undercurrents in private.

Ever since his uncle Mr. Edward became president, Chris's family would definitely be on the invitation list for banquets like this one, but in order to avoid suspicion, they usually did not attend.

But the Ned family has been friends with Chris for a long time. No matter how much they try to avoid suspicion, they have to give the other party some face after receiving the invitation.

What's more, this banquet has a deeper purpose——

Lan Yin followed behind Duke Chris, her eyes calmly sweeping across the manor's front yard - neatly trimmed shrubs, nobles whispering beside the fountain, and the faint sound of string music from the band in the distance... Everything was exquisitely done to perfection, yet revealed a sense of cold calculation.

"Lan Yin." Duke Chris suddenly stopped and whispered, "Don't stray too far from me tonight. That old guy Ned has been very close to the people at the exchange lately. Go find out his background."

"Yes, father." Lan Yin nodded slightly, her expression indifferent, as if she was just discussing the weather.

He followed his father into the banquet hall. As soon as Duke Chris entered, he was surrounded by people and taken to the social event.

Lan Yin retreated to the corner calmly, took a cocktail and drank it slowly.

Since he was a child, he has been very familiar with this kind of occasion and he can deal with these people with ease.

He gently shook the wine glass, and the cold liquid left shallow marks on the wall of the glass. His eyes swept over the crowd of people toasting each other, and those familiar or unfamiliar faces slowly came into his sight.

There were a few younger people among them who were acquaintances of his. They had already noticed him and were quietly observing his expression, hesitating whether to come over and say hello.

In the past, he would give the other person a polite smile in response to such situations, but for some reason, he had not been in the mood to socialize in recent days.

There was always a burning fire in his chest, which made him feel a little upset.