After transmigrating into a book as the half-brother of its overpowered male lead, Jin Xianyu, the vicious villain with the most tragic ending, leaned back in his chair and smiled wanly.
Torn apart by five horses and then whipped after death. He could hardly wait for that gruesome end.
His body was useless. When his illness flared up, he coughed so hard he could barely straighten up, and his eyes reddened easily. But that was all right. It didn't stop him from training a dog.
In the Cold Palace, he kicked the man to the floor and lifted his chin with the tip of his shoe. A pale ankle, as white as jade, peeked from beneath his robe. He coughed twice, panting, his eyes smiling.
"Royal brother, I have enough people here. What I lack is a good dog at my side. Are you willing?"
The man knelt on the ground, staring at Jin Xianyu's ankle for a long time before answering hoarsely, "Yes."
When the drug took effect, his body went limp and he could barely sit upright. His eyes reddened, and he trembled with rage as he raised his hand and slapped him.
"So you're a clever one. You planned all this, didn't you?"
Jin Lan took the slap, rubbed his thumb over the corner of his mouth, and smiled.
He took hold of the wrist that had struck him and bowed his head to brush his lips against the other's fingertips. His voice was low and hoarse.
"Did Master hurt your hand? It's so cold. Is your illness acting up again?"
When the illness flared, the wild wolf's claws finally came out.
Jin Lan pressed up against him from behind, no longer kneeling in deference.
He stood over the man shivering with cold in the chair, holding him down. Leaning close to his ear, he murmured in a hoarse, tender voice,
"Master, is this chair cold? It must be uncomfortable to sit there..."
He smiled, his fingertips stroking Jin Xianyu's sash.
"Would you like me to help?"
Jin Xianyu frowned and raised his hand to slap him, but Jin Lan caught him by the wrist.
The dog of old became the one truly in power. Jin Xianyu was pinned down on the dragon throne. The seat was hard, and he tried to get up and move away, but as soon as he left the throne, the man behind him pressed down harder on his shoulder and shoved him back into place.
With a soft laugh, he said, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Master? Isn't this seat comfortable?"
Jin Xianyu frowned, slapped Jin Lan's hand away, and cursed, "Wretched dog."
Jin Lan smiled at that. He kissed the hand Jin Xianyu had slapped red, then knelt between his legs, his fingertips stroking Jin Xianyu's sash.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "But I just want to take you right here, A-Yu..."
You followed your plot, fell for your own tricks, and in the end, I was the one who got pinned down.
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