Chapter 20 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 20 Since you said you like me, then...

The next day was Sunday, and Ye Ling went to work at a convenience store near the gymnasium as usual.

There were not many customers today, so he snuck into the most secluded corner behind the cash register with his schoolbag in his arms.

After expertly confirming that no one was around, he carefully pulled out the "Observation Diary" from the depths of his schoolbag.

The tip of the pen rustled across the paper, recording the diary entries I had missed due to my busy schedule these past few days:

"June 27th, cloudy to sunny."

"At 3:17 pm, the target appeared at the gym entrance. He was wearing that black sports vest (his arms were completely exposed... I really want to...)"

When writing the two words "I miss you so much", Ye Ling's pen paused, and a thin layer of red slowly spread across the tip of his ear.

The scene at the swimming pool last time came back to my mind like a wave.

The icy cold water, the fear of being dragged into the water without warning, and Jiang Lian's body, steaming yet incredibly hot, so close...

Ye Ling shook his head violently and continued to recall.

"He seemed thirsty and stood in front of the freezer for a long time." Ye Ling continued writing, her handwriting a little sloppy from reminiscing. "The cold light from the freezer shone on the side of his face, and there were still water droplets on his eyelashes... He looked so serious as he chose a drink, his brow slightly furrowed. In the end, he only took a bottle of mineral water (he is really self-disciplined)."

Ye Ling licked her dry lips, then turned back to the previous page and began to write the "Pervert Fantasy" required by the system:

"Actually... last time at the swimming pool, when he pulled me in... I was so scared that I choked on the water several times. It was so cold... but..."

He was stuck, the tip of the pen pressed against the paper for a few seconds without moving, a small black cloud spreading behind the word "but". He really couldn't make up any more stories. Just thinking about that terrible experience made his throat tighten.

"...But when he grabbed me, his arms were so strong that I couldn't break free at all... It was scary."

"The water was so cold, but he was... warm. He was so close... so close that I felt overwhelmed and just wanted to run away."

[Host!] 778's voice rang out in Ye Ling's chaotic mind at the perfect moment. [Well-written! That's exactly it! You've perfectly captured the struggle of being forced to carry out a mission, the twisted obsession! Host, you're so talented! The hero will definitely be pleasantly surprised when he sees this!]

[…Surprise?] Ye Ling weakly refuted in her mind, [It should be shock! He'll think I'm a complete pervert! And then he'll hate me even more!]

He remembered Jiang Lian looking up at him by the swimming pool, those bottomless eyes that seemed to see through everything, and it was as if a cold tide was flooding up his spine.

[No problem, host!] 778 said firmly, [Now all we need is the final spark! Host, muster up your courage! Rooftop! Confessing on the rooftop will be the ultimate release from your pervert mission!]

The "liberation" depicted by 778 is like a glimmer of hope. Yes! As long as the mission is completed, it will be over.

He sniffed hard, opened the heavy black notebook, and came to a fresh page.

He took a deep breath, and with the determination to end everything as soon as possible, he put his pen down with force:

"Plan: Next Friday after school, on the rooftop of the teaching building."

"Tell him, 'Jiang Lian-san... I've loved you for a long time!' (Be sure to shout loudly!)"

"And then... wait for him to call me a pervert and push me away."

When he wrote the word "push away", the tip of the pen paused, leaving an ugly ink spot. He shook his head, trying to suppress this inexplicable emotion.

He had just closed his notebook and hadn't had time to put it back into his schoolbag when the glass door of the convenience store was pushed open and the sensor on the door frame issued a shrill "Ding Dong - Welcome!"

Ye Ling was so frightened that she almost jumped up from her chair. She hurriedly stuffed the notebook into the deep of a drawer under the cash register, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

As he scrambled to get up, his knee hit the metal edge of the cash register with a dull thud, making him gasp in pain.

The tall figure standing against the light at the door was exactly the person he had just "planned" to confess to in his diary - Jiang Lian!

Jiang Lian looked like he had just finished an intense training session, his hair drenched in sweat. His simple black cotton T-shirt was also slightly damp, outlining the smooth, powerful lines of his shoulders and back.

There was no expression on his face. His eyes swept across the slightly empty convenience store and finally fell on Ye Ling, whose face was pale.

"Buy some water." Jiang Lian's voice was low, with the hoarseness typical of exercise.

Ye Ling froze in place, his hands and feet cold, his mind blank.

The shameful words he had just written, especially the "rooftop confession plan", burned his nerves like a red-hot iron.

He could only mechanically look at Jiang Lian's back, watching his bony fingers slowly slide across rows of colorful beverage bottles.

Time passed by minute by minute, the cold air from the freezer hissed out, and Ye Ling felt like his blood was about to freeze.

Jiang Lian's fingers brushed over Coke, Sprite, various teas, juices... He picked up a bottle, looked at the label, and put it back with a frown. His movements were slow and methodical, with a torturous pickiness.

The cold light of the freezer reflected in his dark eyes, like stars calm in a cold pond, with no emotion visible.

Finally, after examining almost all the drinks, Jiang Lian stood up and the freezer door slowly closed behind him, blocking out the biting cold light.

He turned around and looked at Ye Ling, who was as stiff as a stone statue.

"No." He said simply, his tone calm and even. "I want orange soda. Ice cold."

Ye Ling blinked, as if she didn't understand. Orange soda? The store clearly...

"There's a small supermarket on the corner outside." Jiang Lian interrupted his question and even gave the exact direction. He casually pulled out a crisp hundred-yuan bill from his trouser pocket and placed it on the clean cash register. "Go buy it now."

It's not a question, it's an order.

Ye Ling looked at the dazzling red banknote, then looked at Jiang Lian's bottomless eyes.

Reject? He didn't even dare to think about it. His throat was dry and he swallowed hard: "Okay... okay. Then classmate Jiang... can you help me watch the store? Just for a while..."

"Yeah." Jiang Lian responded lightly, which was considered as an agreement.

Ye Ling felt as if she had been pardoned. She grabbed the banknote and quickly slipped past Jiang Lian, bringing up a slight breeze mixed with the scent of clean grass that had been sun-dried on the boy's body.

The glass door made another "ding-dong" sound, and his figure quickly disappeared into the deepening dusk outside the door.

The only sound in the convenience store was the low hum of the freezers.

The subtle curve at the corner of Jiang Lian's mouth disappeared instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, he walked around the cashier counter with a clear goal in mind and headed towards the corner where Ye Ling had just hidden.

He opened the drawer filled with waste papers, reached his hand straight into the deepest part, and his fingertips touched a smooth edge - it was the black hard-cover notebook.

He pulled it out effortlessly.

The notebook also seemed to carry a faint scent belonging to Ye Ling.

Jiang Lian's fingertips caressed the small heart on the cover, a dark glint in his eyes. He walked to the cashier counter and stood where Ye Ling had just sat, his back to the surveillance camera as he opened his notebook.

He was already familiar with the previous records - those clumsy tracking times, the explicit fantasies, the inner struggles... His eyes swept over them quickly and sharply.

"The water was so cold, but he was... warm. He was so close... so close that I felt overwhelmed and just wanted to run away."

By the swimming pool, the boy's wet, panicked eyes and the elastic and slightly cool touch through his soaked school uniform were replayed with incredible clarity.

"Heh... escape? Don't even think about it." He murmured hoarsely, suppressing the inappropriate heat and continuing to move his gaze downwards.

"Plan: The day after tomorrow after school, on the rooftop of the teaching building."

"Tell him, 'Jiang Lian-san... I've loved you for a long time!' (Be sure to shout loudly!)"

"And then... wait for him to call me a pervert and push me away."

Jiang Lian's breathing suddenly stopped when he saw the words "call him a pervert" and "push him away".

He squeezed the edge of the notebook tightly.

……Oh.

Anger surged in his chest, threatening to burst through the cage of reason. Those cautious approaches, those eyes that tickled his heart, those clumsy attempts at flattery... Could it be...

"Is his 'liking' for me all planned?"

"Everything he did...was it just to be 'pushed away' by me?"

Absurd! This felt like some kind of utterly audacious and ridiculous daredevil quest.

...But, this is indeed reasonable.

There was a few seconds of dead silence.

The humming sound of the freezer was amplified infinitely.

The terrifying storm in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by an inextricable cloud of paranoia.

for a long time.

His fingertips moved down and stroked the word "like" heavily, as if he wanted to brand them into his bones and blood.

Like it? Now that you've said it, don't take it back.

And don’t even think about being pushed away…

After reading it, he quickly put the notebook back into the deep of the drawer as it was, covered it with waste paper, and erased all traces of it being turned over.

After doing all this, his face had returned to its usual stern and calm expression. He walked to the freezer, picked up a bottle of ordinary mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and took a few gulps.

When Ye Ling ran back breathlessly holding two bottles of iced orange soda, this was the scene she saw: Jiang Lian was leaning against the cashier counter, looking lazily, holding a half-drunk bottle of mineral water in his hand, and looking at her calmly.

"Student Jiang, your soda!" Ye Ling carefully placed the soda and change on the table. Her breathing was still a little unstable, her cheeks were flushed from running, and a few drops of crystal sweat seeped out of her forehead.

Jiang Lian's gaze fell on his sweaty forehead and heaving chest, and his bottomless eyes darkened even further. He didn't take the two bottles of orange soda. He just said "hmm" lightly, put down the mineral water bottle in his hand, turned around and walked away.

Why did you leave?

Ye Ling looked at the two lonely bottles of orange soda, then looked at the direction Jiang Lian left, feeling completely confused.

The city's neon lights flowed into blurred bands of light outside the car window.

Jiang Lian leaned back in the back seat, eyes closed. The driver drove intently, and the car was completely silent.

The rooftop confession plan in Ye Ling's diary, every word and sentence was like a spell, circling and colliding in his mind over and over again.

Push away? Why did he think he would be pushed away?

A little liar who approaches me with a purpose, a little thing who dares to use "like" as a prop to pass the level... What qualifications do they have to decide the outcome of the game?

The cold anger settled down and was tempered into an even more crazy possessiveness.

Since you said you like me, don't ever think about taking it back.

The elevator climbed silently and quickly, the numbers kept jumping, and finally stopped at the top floor.

The heavy metal door slid open to both sides, and Jiang Lian stepped out.

The smart sensor light silently lit up, illuminating the entrance. He didn't turn on the main living room light, but walked straight through the empty and cold living room to a hidden door in the back of the hallway that matched the wall color.

When you open the door, the rich smell of photographic paper and ink hits you in the face.

In stark contrast to the cold and luxurious modern style outside, this room has no windows and the lights are deliberately dimmed, with the dim glow only illuminating a small area in the center of the room.

The four walls, illuminated by the ambiguous red light, were densely covered from ceiling to floor with photos. Photos came in all sizes and angles, some crystal clear, while others had the blurry, shaky quality of candid photos.

There is only one protagonist——

Ye Ling.

His silhouette in the classroom, his head lowered as he read, the sunlight dancing on his light blond hair.

The way his cheeks puffed up slightly as he nibbled on bread in the corner of the cafeteria.

When tracking, he thought he was hiding behind a tree, with only half of his nervous little face showing.

He staggered on the bus, his hazel eyes wide open in panic.

Behind the convenience store checkout counter, the smile that narrowed his eyes in satisfaction as he held the bag of "forgotten" snacks...

There are also the latest few photos, which are obviously the masterpieces of high-powered telescopes: in front of the window of the rental house, Ye Ling shook her wet blonde hair, and the moment when water droplets splashed was captured.

There was even a photo of him stripping off his T-shirt, stained by takeout soup, revealing his bare upper body. His fair, flexible waistline and slightly raised shoulder blades shone like jade in the dim light.

There is almost no space between the photos, which are covered and connected by countless sticky notes.

Written in sharp handwriting on the sticky note was a short, concise phrase:

"My" (posted next to a photo of Ye Ling taking a nap in the classroom)

"Cute" (next to a close-up of him chewing bread with his cheeks puffed out)

"Don't smile at others" (covering Su Xiaoxiao under the tree)

"I want to hug you"

…

The latest sticky note, with its scarlet background that was extremely glaring in the dim light, was posted next to the half-naked silhouette photo.

There are only two more sharp words on it:

"I want to bite."

Jiang Lian stood in the center of the room, like a lion patrolling his territory. His cold gaze slowly swept across every inch of the image on the wall, finally settling on the half-naked silhouette.

In the photo, Ye Ling's back is slightly hunched, and the curve of her spine looks youthful and beautiful.

A frenzied heat and a desire for destruction surged through his limbs. He raised his hand, and with a sense of pious desecration, his bony fingers slowly stroked the back of the man in the photo.

The touch of my fingertips was cool and smooth, the texture of photographic paper.

not enough.

It’s far from enough.

The violence and desire that had been forcibly suppressed in the convenience store now erupted in this absolutely private territory.

Jiang Lian's eyes suddenly became deep. He lowered his head, and with his hot, moist tongue, he slowly and delicately licked the slender, white neck in the photo, as if tasting a precious delicacy.

The tip of my tongue felt the slightly astringent touch of photo paper and the slightly bitter taste of ink.

But he seemed to have really touched that warm and delicate skin, and tasted the boy's unique, clean scent, like grass in the sun.

The twisted pleasure made his back arch, and a suppressed sigh of satisfaction came from the depths of his throat.

He maintained this bent-over licking posture, like a statue full of taboos in the dim room. But the cold spotlight clearly outlined the bulging veins in his neck.

The huge shadow he cast almost swallowed the picture on the wall.

After a long time, he slowly stood up, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue with an unsatisfied look, his dark eyes filled with an insatiable glint.

He finally looked at the photo of the "Rooftop Confession" plan he had taken today on his phone, his eyebrows and eyes hidden in extremely heavy shadows.

Rooftop?

very good.

He is looking forward to it.

"If you dare to run..." He stared at the blond boy with a bright smile in the photo, his eyes unprecedentedly cold and dangerous, "I will lock you up."

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