Nightmare Lab

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He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how he had fallen unconscious. When he opened his eyes, the huge laboratory was deserted. Fan Zijie smiled bitterly and tried to prepare, but the constant pain in his lower body prevented him from even moving.
Turning his head, he saw a note left on the bedside table. What could it be? Unable to suppress his curiosity, he laboriously reached out and took the note. There was no address or signature, only a flourish of cursive script: "
Fan Zijie, I've arranged for you to go to MIT, your dream school. You can go directly to them and report. Go, I'll be waiting for you to come back with all your skills to take revenge. Remember, if you want revenge, first untie the silver chains binding you. As long as they're on, you're just my sex slave, and you must obey me obediently, understand? Also, this is the sixth time already."
Was he going to let him go? Could this humiliating, dark life finally end? Fan Zijie couldn't describe his feelings, only letting out a long sigh.
Was he going to let him go? Could this humiliating, dark life finally end? Fan Zijie couldn't describe his feelings, only letting out a long sigh.
"Is it all done?" Leng Ruolei toyed with the pen in his hand, his expression languid, his long hair cascading over his shoulders, making his innocent face appear even more ethereal and otherworldly. He
gently raised his eyes, stealing a glance at that extraordinary face: "Reporting to Young Master Lei, everything is under control."
"Is that so?" He sighed softly, a hint of melancholy creeping into his brows.
With the spirit of wind, the bones of jade, and the form of ice, what an extraordinary and ethereal person he was! His languid demeanor undoubtedly accentuated his nobility.
Seeing Mo Feili's trembling appearance, Leng Ruolei simply smiled. He knew that his peerless beauty had an undeniable influence on this young man.
He gave a bitter smile: "Come here, hug me."
The simple command startled Mo Feili, who then walked up behind Ruolei and hugged him with overwhelming joy.
Yes, the same broad shoulders, the same slender figure, even their scents were somewhat similar.
Seeing Ruolei's tired face, Mo Feili couldn't help but gently massage his shoulders.
Leng Ruolei first hunched his shoulders, then slowly relaxed: "Little Fei'er, are you adjusting to school life yet?"
"There's no such thing as adjusting or not adjusting," Mo Feili said calmly, "Wherever Young Master is, that's where I am."
"Is that so?" Leng Ruolei smiled indifferently upon hearing this.
Mo Feili didn't dare say anything more, only gently massaging his shoulders and back.
A very peaceful atmosphere. Mo Feili knew he was nothing, only hoping that such time could last longer, but even this humble wish was denied by fate. A knock sounded at the door.
Leng Ruolei blinked, gesturing for Mo Feili to open the door.
"Ruo Lei." It was Ning Wuhen, a classmate. "The election results are in. You're the president, and I'm the auditor. Please guide me." He extended his hand.
Such slender hands. Ruo Lei's heart stirred. He grasped Ruo Lei's hand and smiled gently, "Please help me."
Ning Wuhen looked up, his gaze suddenly meeting Ruo Lei's clear eyes. Those eyes... Ning Wuhen was momentarily stunned.
A powerful force burst forth from those eyes, dragging him down, down, down. His head throbbed; it felt as if a battle was raging within it.
Those clear eyes were filled with a mysterious power, drawing one in irresistibly.
Leng Ruo Lei's thoughts circulated through Ning Wuhen's body, leaving their mark on every nerve before withdrawing from his mind.
Ning Wuhen shook his head, apologizing for his absent-mindedness: "I'm sorry, I was rude."
Leng Ruolei shook his head and smiled faintly: "It's nothing. By the way, may I call you Wuhen?"
"Of course." Stared at by those clear eyes, Ning Wuhen felt a little flustered.
Why? Why? Why is this happening ?
Seeing his smile, I actually want to kneel at his feet and kiss his toes. I actually crave him. What is going on? Seeing Ning Wuhen's flustered yet determined composure, Leng Ruolei found it amusing. It seems this delicate person is quite strong. She can even control herself. Mo Feili silently brought in two cups of tea and then quietly withdrew. "Eh, why did Mo Feili leave? Is he not welcoming me?" Ning Wuhen forced himself to remain calm. Leng Ruolei smiled: "No, nothing like that. By the way, Wuhen, I skipped a few days of class. Is everything alright? Will I be...?" He made a beheading gesture. Ning Wuhen shook his head: "Nothing like that. Why would the teacher bother you? As long as you do well on the exam, they'll just turn a blind eye. You're a top student who got in with a perfect score, why would the teacher bother you?" "I really didn't expect this." Leng Ruolei glanced at him sideways: "Ning Wuhen, who's known for his coldness, is paying so much attention to me. I'm truly flattered." Hearing Leng Ruolei's teasing, Ning Wuhen blushed involuntarily, stammering, unsure of what to say. His usually cold face was now flushed, his bright eyes, which held immense strength, were now filled with tenderness, and his thick, dark eyebrows were the most striking feature of his face, slanting upwards into his frown. Leng Ruolei couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his hair. The hair was coarse, unlike its owner's beautiful hair, but rather it displayed its own personality: "You're so beautiful." Ning Wuhen knew he should slap his hand away and scold him sternly, but his hand wouldn't obey him; his whole body was weak and powerless, so he could only lower his head and helplessly twist the hem of his clothes. Mo Feili entered the laboratory and coldly looked at Fan Zijie lying on the bed, saying, "Are you feeling better?" "Of course. What do you want?" Upon seeing Mo Feili, Fan Zijie immediately became wary. "What do I want to do? Do you think you can still resist me now?" Mo Feili sneered, "Young Master wants me to send you away." "Is that so?" Fan Zijie was taken aback. Although he was somewhat prepared, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. "What, reluctant to leave?" Mo Feili said calmly, his words undoubtedly striking a chord deep within Fan Zijie's heart, a secret he himself was unwilling to acknowledge. Fan Zijie's face changed instantly: "What nonsense are you spouting? I can't wait to leave you perverts!" He sat up abruptly, shouting, the violent movement tearing open his wounds, blood gushing out and staining the white sheets. "Your mouth is your own, let's see what you say." Mo Feili merely glanced at him contemptuously: "Young Master has already arranged a school and accommodation for you. Your future is up to you to arrange, as long as you're capable enough." Smiling at Ning Wuhen's vulnerable expression, yet with a different kind of firmness and strength, Leng Ruolei's heart stirred. He knew he couldn't easily break him like he had with Fan Zijie. Leng Ruolei felt a desire to cherish and pamper him. Why? Leng Ruolei fell into deep thought. Seeing Leng Ruolei lost in his own thoughts, Ning Wuhen wasn't angry at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief at escaping his piercing gaze and secretly observed Leng Ruolei. With the spirit of wind, the bones of jade, and the form of ice, his noble and elegant demeanor suggests his noble birth, while the slight sorrow and resentment between his brows makes one want to hold him in their arms and comfort him, wiping away the weariness from his brows and eyes.

As if bewitched, Ning Wuhen reached out and gently pulled him into his arms. "Ruo Lei, what are you thinking about?"
The boy's voice during puberty wasn't exactly pleasant, but its husky tone was undeniably sexy.
"Your voice has changed," Leng Ruo Lei said lazily, twirling his long hair.
Ning Wuhen shrugged indifferently. "You can still do it, can't you?"
"I can't," Leng Ruo Lei laughed, his angelic smile dazzling .
"Huh? Why?" Ning Wuhen asked curiously, completely oblivious to how different this was from his usual aloof and indifferent self.
"Hmph, well," Leng Ruo Lei glanced at him sideways, deliberately teasing him, "I just won't tell you."
Ning Wuhen stared dumbfounded at this mischievous boy, those bright eyes sparkling with intelligence, that innocent, angelic face—who could be angry with such a person? He couldn't help but sigh,
"Naughty little brat."
"You can't call me that!" Leng Ruolei pouted in protest, "That's someone's patent, you can't infringe on it."
Someone's patent, Ning Wuhen felt a pang of pain in his heart, "Who is so charming, to have our campus prince completely under their thumb?" He joked, masking his deep sorrow.
"What can I do? I just can't do anything about him." Thinking of his doting older brother, wondering if he could withstand the onslaught of nightmares, Leng Ruolei couldn't help but feel sad.
Seeing Leng Ruolei so distressed, Ning Wuhen gently hugged him, stroking his long hair lightly, "Don't think about it, let's go, the student council has a meeting today."
"Oh, why did I choose such a difficult task?" Leng Ruolei sighed deeply.
"Let's go." Ning Wuhen urged him with a smile.
"Don't rush, let's wait for Fei Li together." Leng Ruolei said leisurely.
"Wait for him? Why?" Ning Wuhen asked curiously.
Leng Ruolei shrugged innocently: "Who told me to be so stunningly beautiful, and so delicate? Of course I need someone to protect me."
Ning Wuhen immediately understood: he was "your bodyguard."
"Yes," Leng Ruolei readily admitted, "You're the first to know, don't tell anyone else."
The first? Ning Wuhen felt a sweet warmth in her heart: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."
Nonsense, Leng Ruolei thought to himself, under my endless love, you can't disobey me, but why is my heart so soft, I can't bear to hurt you with it.
No, I absolutely can't do this, Ning Wuhen, just you wait, I will definitely add you to my collection, no one has ever been an exception, Wuhen, you won't be an exception either.
"Feili, why did you take so long to come out?" Leng Ruolei turned to Mo Feili, who had just come out of the laboratory, and asked reproachfully.
Mo Feili glanced at Ning Wuhen, and seeing that Leng Ruolei showed no change in expression, he knelt down on one knee: "Reporting to Young Master, I have taken care of the matter and resolved it."
"Is that so?" Knowing that Mo Feili had already seen Fan Zijie off, that proud boy should return, bringing his heart and his weapon.
"I am Liu Wei, the Discipline Inspection Minister." A tall boy introduced himself: "I am a senior in the second year. My junior is quite the celebrity; he captivated a large group of girls in our class as soon as he arrived."
"Really? I didn't know that. I am just me." Leng Ruolei pouted, looking incredibly cute.
Liu Wei stared blankly at the coquettish Leng Ruolei, momentarily at a loss for words.
"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all. Look at how pitiful our president looks, it's heartbreaking." It was Foreign Minister Ji Xue who spoke. He walked to Leng Ruolei's side and patted his head. "Don't be afraid of that bastard, your senior will protect you."
"I'm not afraid of him," Leng Ruolei said, blinking his bright, watery eyes. "I was just joking with him. If I were that cowardly, would I still be here? Really."
Seeing that Ji Xue was also dumbfounded, Ning Wuhen couldn't help but chuckle.
This laugh drew everyone's attention. Ji Xue asked in surprise, "Oh ho, so our Iceberg Rose can laugh! I thought you'd forgotten how to laugh!"
"Iceberg Rose, is that your nickname?" Leng Ruolei asked curiously. Ning Wuhen
blushed. "No way, don't listen to their nonsense, none of them are good people."
Although it was very faint, Leng Ruolei still couldn't hear him grinding his teeth, so there must be some secret between them.
Leng Ruolei smiled brightly, a smile as dazzling as the sun.
"Alright, let's stop playing around. Is there anything we need to handle lately?" Leng Ruolei smiled, her beautiful smile easily captivating everyone's hearts.
"President, you don't know who our school's board member is, do you?" Ji Xue asked. Seeing Leng Ruolei nod, she continued, "It's Leng Wushuang, the president of Huanyu Group."
"It's him." Leng Ruolei was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Go on." "
Every year, Huanyu selects a group of outstanding students from our academy to go to Huanyu Group. This year, Leng Wushuang is personally selecting talents. This is a very high honor, and only a very few people will be selected. Our task this time is to receive Leng Wushuang," Ji Xue said. "
Is that all?" Leng Ruolei said lazily, "What's so difficult about that? Is it worth worrying about so much?"
"President, you can't say that. He's a board member. If we can't satisfy him, it will have a great impact on the school," Ji Xue said, frowning. Although she liked the handsome young man very much, this matter couldn't be taken lightly.
"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything, leave it to me." Leng Ruolei still looked nonchalant.
Seeing that she couldn't get the president to take this matter seriously, Ji Xue had no choice but to give up and plan to discuss it with them privately.
Big brother, what are you doing at Green Shade? You must have come to see me, right? You're always like this, so considerate of me, but I'm always naughty. Oh well, big brother, consider it as you owing me. Wait for me for another ten years. Ten years should be enough time for me. I will definitely come back to your side.
"President, President, what are you daydreaming about?" Several calls brought him back from his reverie. Facing them, Leng Ruolei forced a smile: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I was lost in thought. What were you talking about just now?"
"Nothing much, just some routine reports. Since the president isn't feeling well, you can look at them later." Liu Wei put away the report in his hand and said with pity.
"I'm fine, don't treat me like a patient," Leng Ruolei said, pursing his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Is that so?" Several different voices spoke at the same time, and they all paused for a moment.
Ning Wuhen looked deeply at Leng Ruolei: "Ruolei, if you're not feeling well, go back and rest. Anyway, there's nothing much to do in the student council."
Damn it, everyone's treating me like a sick cat, Leng Ruolei narrowed his eyes unhappily: "What are you all talking about? I said we have to do something, didn't you hear me?"
Ji Xue retorted fearlessly: "I heard you now."
He glared at Ji Xue, not bothering to argue with him. Anyway, this beauty would belong to him, so for now, he'd let him off the hook.
Opening the various documents left by Fan Zijie, he couldn't help but admire Fan Zijie's competence; he had managed everything perfectly.
Soon, Leng Wushuang arrived. Seeing the man stepping out of the silver Porsche, Leng Ruolei felt a sudden heat well up in his eyes.
He watched the principal respectfully shake his hand, and a large group of people rush forward to welcome him, but he stood still, unwilling to move. He knew his older brother would come, would come to his side.
But then a pair of hands pulled him towards Leng Wushuang. Bored, he glanced up and saw Ning Wuhen. There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Was he afraid he would offend his older brother? Leng Ruolei smiled coldly, remaining silent, simply letting him lead him to his older brother's side.
"Lei'er, you've come," Leng Wushuang said with a smile.
“Big Brother.” Leng Ruolei flashed a sweet, dazzling smile. “I knew you’d come.”
“So confident, huh?” Leng Wushuang smiled too, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Little rascal, always so mischievous. I’ve come here on business!”
“I know.” Leng Ruolei pouted. “You came to see me about that
, haven’t you?” The two brothers exchanged a knowing glance and smiled knowingly.
Ignoring the stunned crowd, Leng Wushuang took Ruolei’s hand. “Your dorm is over there.”
“Let’s go.” The two brothers left as if no one else was there, leaving only their assistant to handle the situation.
Taking a large, satisfying gulp of the cold drink Mo Feili had brought him, Leng Ruolei asked, "Brother, are you still having nightmares?
Has it gotten any better?"
"No," Leng Wushuang replied, her usual confident demeanor vanishing as she revealed the torment of her nights to him. "It's still the same, maybe even worse."
"Is that so?" Leng Ruolei frowned, turned, and went into the lab. A moment later, he emerged with a bottle. "Brother, try this. The old ones have probably developed resistance. This isn't a long-term solution. Even He Shuying can't help you?"
"What can he do?" Leng Wushuang smiled bitterly. "The only one who can calm me down is you, isn't it? Lei'er, only you."
Yes, how could I possibly expect He Shuying to replace me in comforting my brother in the dark of night, allowing him to sleep soundly through the night?
Leng Ruolei remained silent, his eyes filled with self-reproach. Wushuang gently embraced him, saying, "Silly boy, what are you so sad about? I'm used to it anyway. See, I came to find you, didn't I?"
Unable to bear it any longer, Leng Ruolei burst into tears, throwing himself into Wushuang's arms and sobbing uncontrollably. "Big brother, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to suffer like that. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have had nightmares for so many years. It's all my fault, all my fault!"
Hearing his most beloved younger brother's cries, Leng Wushuang felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He gently patted his shoulder and back, saying, "Don't cry, Lei'er. You're my little brother, aren't you? What's a little thing to do for you? You don't need to take it to heart."

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