Chapter 27 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 27 [Rewrite] "My...

As the night deepened, an awkward and ambiguous atmosphere filled the small rental house.

Ye Ling looked at her single bed, which was of questionable width, and then at Jiang Lian, who was tall and had long legs, and fell into an unprecedented dilemma.

[Host! Opportunity! Make him give up!] 778 actively offered advice, [Let him sleep on the floor! Or on that creaky old chair! Let him experience the suffering of the world! Who knows, he might not be able to handle it and break up tomorrow!]

778’s words made sense, but Ye Ling thought again and felt that this seemed too inhumane... After all, they were here to "protect" her.

He was just struggling with his thoughts when Jiang Lian spoke first, acting very gentlemanly and considerate: "I'll just sleep on the sofa." He pointed to the narrow, hard sofa in the corner.

Ye Ling looked at the sofa, then at Jiang Lian's height, and felt a pang of guilt. That sofa couldn't even fit half of his body, let alone his legs.

"Well... the sofa is too small. You won't be comfortable sleeping on it..." Ye Ling whispered. Guilt was brewing in his heart again. He made up his mind, "I'll sleep on the sofa. You're the guest, you sleep on the bed!"

Jiang Lian raised an eyebrow and looked at him, her tone tinged with joking, "You said the sofa was uncomfortable, how could I let my boyfriend sleep in an uncomfortable place?"

With such thoughtful care, the bird's sense of guilt and responsibility as the "host" finally overcame its defensiveness - even though this "guest" was uninvited.

Ye Ling got excited and blurted out: "How about... you sleep in the bed with me! It should be okay if we squeeze in!" He regretted it right after he said it, but it was too late to undo what was done.

Jiang Lian heard his words clearly and stopped moving immediately.

After a moment, Jiang Lian slowly turned around, looking at Ye Ling with a deep gaze, and walked closer. His voice was low, with a dangerous, suggestive hoarseness.

"Ye Ling," he called his name, each word seemed to carry a little hook, "Are you inviting me, or do you want to test your boyfriend's patience?"

Ye Ling froze instantly, his cheeks flushed, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe. An invitation? A test? He simply thought the sofa was too small!

Seeing Ye Ling's embarrassed look with his eyes wide open and unable to utter a word, Jiang Lian chuckled softly, seeming to be very satisfied with his reaction.

He did not accept the suggestion, but just ruffled Ye Ling's hair: "Just kidding. Go to sleep, I'll watch over you in the living room."

The tone sounded extremely honest and reliable.

In this way, the living room had a powerful "guard", and the old iron door seemed to have become the most solid fortress because of him.

But Ye Ling in the bedroom couldn't sleep!

At first, he tossed and turned because of his guilt towards Jiang Lian.

Later, he woke up from his dream again. He looked at the dark bedroom and the shadowy outlines of furniture in the darkness. He wrapped himself in the quilt, leaving only his eyes exposed, and listened vigilantly to the movement outside with his ears perked up.

Quiet. Too quiet.

But for some reason, he always felt that there was something in the darkness... as if it was watching him.

That gaze was scorching and focused, as if it had substance, making his entire body hairy and his back cold.

Was it a psychological effect? ​​Or... had that pervert actually sneaked into his house? Was he hiding in a corner somewhere?

He was so frightened by his own imagination that he wrapped himself tighter, not daring to show even his toes.

[Host! Calm down! The scan shows you and the target are the only two living beings in the room!] 778 tried to soothe.

Ye Ling: “…”

In the second half of the night, Ye Ling was truly tormented by the feeling of being watched and the horrific images in his mind. He threw back the covers, tiptoed out of bed, and went to the living room to drink some water to calm his nerves.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, but found that the living room was not pitch black. There was actually a faint light from a mobile phone screen on the sofa.

Jiang Lian hadn't slept at all. He was leaning on the sofa, looking at his phone, the blue light of the screen illuminating his stern features.

Hearing the door open, he immediately turned off the screen and quickly sat up: "Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Ling was caught red-handed and felt a little embarrassed. He nodded hesitantly: "Well... I couldn't sleep..." He slowly moved over and looked at Jiang Lian's eyebrows and eyes, which looked particularly soft in the dim moonlight. The inexplicable sense of security in his heart emerged again.

For some unknown reason, he tentatively asked, "By the way... Jiang Lian... have you ever had a pet before?"

Jiang Lian was stunned for a moment, as if he felt a little puzzled, but he still answered: "No. Why do you ask this suddenly?"

He certainly had never raised one, but he was... very good at observing and collecting "treasures".

Ye Ling uttered a disappointed "hmm." He had thought that if Jiang Lian had ever had a pet, he might habitually pat his head to comfort him... just like the old man who took care of him at the flower and bird market would occasionally do.

His bird instinct made him long to be comforted in this uneasy moment.

Although he only said a few words, Jiang Lian was keenly aware of his uneasiness and that little bit of dependence.

Jiang Lian's eyes darkened, and he ordered without hesitation, "Come here."

Ye Ling didn't understand what was going on, but she still walked over obediently.

Jiang Lian grabbed his wrist, asked him to sit on the sofa, then used her arms to pull him over unexpectedly.

Ye Ling lay down on her side, her head resting on Jiang Lian's legs.

Ye Ling: “!!!” This, this posture?!

He froze instantly, and all the blood in his body rushed to his ear which was pressed against the boy's thigh.

Jiang Lian didn't think anything was wrong. One hand rested naturally on his shoulder, while the other hand patted his back lightly and intermittently. His movements were not particularly skillful, even a little stiff, but they had a reassuring rhythm.

"Be good, go to sleep." His voice came from above his head, low and gentle, with a hypnotic magic, "I'm here, no one can scare you, no one can hurt you."

Ye Ling's tense nerves gradually relaxed amidst the rhythmic patting and low voices. The legs she rested on were firm and warm, and the clean, soapy aroma of Jiang Lian's body reached her nose, dispelling all her horrific imaginations of darkness and perversion.

A warm feeling of security enveloped him.

If it wasn't a mission... If it wasn't a scam... I really want to keep going like this...

Just as his consciousness was fading and he was about to drift off to sleep, 778 emerged faintly: [Host! Wake up! Don't be fooled by the sugarcoated bullets! We only have one month left for this mission! If we don't finish it by then, we'll both be doomed! We'll be completely wiped out by the main system!]

Ye Ling's heart sank suddenly. The warmth and attachment that had just risen in her heart were instantly extinguished by the cold reality.

Yeah...he's just here to do a mission.

Not only did he lie to Jiang Lian, but when the time came, he had to leave regardless of success or failure.

…

The next morning, Ye Ling woke up to the warm sunshine and the aroma of food.

He found himself back in his bedroom bed without knowing when, covered with a thick quilt, with all four corners tucked in neatly.

There was a slight noise outside.

He rubbed his eyes and walked out. Jiang Lian was bringing out fried eggs and milk from the kitchen, his movements so natural that it seemed as if he was the master of the house.

"Are you awake? Have breakfast." Jiang Lian greeted him.

Ye Ling watched this scene with mixed feelings. If you ignore the deception and the mission, this is just like... the sweet daily life of a couple living together?

He shook his head, trying to get rid of this dangerous thought. He couldn't indulge in it any longer! He had to cut the Gordian knot!

Ye Ling was brainstorming frantically, wondering whether breaking up now or sneaking away at night would be worse, when Jiang Lian's sharp eyes "swish" and accurately scanned the several packed cardboard boxes in the corner -

It was exactly the luggage that Ye Ling had packed in order to escape completely!

Jiang Lian paused with his plate in hand. He put down his breakfast and walked over to the cardboard box, his brow furrowed so tightly that it could kill a fly. "What are these?" He kicked the box, making a dull sound. "Are you... moving?"

Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat.

His attempt to escape failed and he was caught on the spot. He was so panicked that his hands and feet were cold, and his CPU was running like crazy, trying to find an excuse to get away with it.

Did he admit it just to avoid you and run away? Then the next second... Jiang Lian's threat of "locking him up" was still ringing in my ears.

"Ah... this... is because of that pervert!" Ye Ling thought quickly, "I was scared to death by him! I don't dare to live here anymore! So... so I packed my things and wanted to move out as soon as possible..."

Although the existence of the quick-travel bureau and his mission cannot be revealed, it is completely reasonable to put the blame on the perverted stalker who does not exist at all.

After listening to this, Jiang Lian was silent for a moment.

Ye Ling was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She could only try her best to widen her hazel eyes, trying to blind the other person with the light of sincerity.

After a while, Jiang Lian finally seemed to believe his lies. His expression relaxed slightly, but his tone made it hard to tell whether he believed it or not. "Are you moving out because you're scared?"

Ye Ling nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice: "...Yeah!"

I’m afraid! But I’m actually more afraid of you beating me up if I force you to break up…

Jiang Lian nodded thoughtfully. Just when Ye Ling thought that she had finally passed this level and breathed a sigh of relief, the other party casually threw out a heavy proposal:

"In that case, you don't have to bother looking for a house."

Jiang Lian paused subtly.

"Just move in with me."

Ye Ling: "Hmm..."

Ye Ling: "Hmm???"

[Host! No! This is a blatant act of leading a sheep into a tiger's mouth!] 778 reacted first, a sharp clamor blaring in his head, [Quickly reject it! Just say you found a new house!]

Ye Ling opened her mouth, the words of refusal rolling around on the tip of her tongue, but when she met Jiang Lian's eyes, which seemed calm but were actually turbulent, she swallowed them back timidly.

He was afraid that if he dared to say "no", the other party would immediately implement the "lock him up" plan.

When Jiang Lian spoke for the second time, his tone had already changed to a cold statement: "Go live with me."

Ye Ling: “…”

So, half an hour later, Ye Ling, carrying her meager luggage, followed Jiang Lian step by step and once again walked into the luxurious yet deserted high-end apartment.

"Slippers." Jiang Lian handed over a pair of furry new slippers, which matched the cold gray pair on his feet.

Ye Ling: "..." Isn't this preparation a bit too complete?

"Drink some water." Jiang Lian handed over another cup of water at just the right temperature, his tone extremely gentle.

Ye Ling took it, sipping the water while looking around. It was fine just to come here to study, but if he really lived here… He felt out of place in this overly luxurious environment, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

"Go take a shower and relax first." Jiang Lian suggested very naturally, and even "thoughtfully" pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Go ahead and take a shower. There are clean clothes and towels on the shelf."

Ye Ling: “!” Taking a shower? Now? Here? Why are there spare clothes?

But taking a bath is indeed something that a clean little bird finds hard to refuse.

"It's broad daylight, I'm just taking a shower..." He slowly moved into the bathroom and quickly convinced himself, "I have to take a shower in the morning and evening. It's safer to take a shower in the morning than at night."

I found that there were new pajamas that fit my size perfectly on the shelf, and even underwear was... fully prepared!

Ye Ling held the small piece of fabric, her cheeks flushed: [How did he know my size...]

[Host, calm down. Perhaps he's just visually accurate...] 778 pondered with his AI logic. [After all, he's the male lead of our Jinjiang! He can handle everything from housework to housework. He's capable of anything!]

Even so, when taking a shower, Ye Ling always felt as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him, making him feel uneasy.

When he came out reluctantly, all damp, Jiang Lian had already changed into home clothes. He looked refreshed and quiet, sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book.

It looks extremely normal and serious.

"Done?" He raised his head at the sound, his eyes briefly glancing over Ye Ling's face, which was rosy from the heat, and the collar of her pajamas, then naturally moved away. "Are you hungry? I ordered food."

The table was already filled with exquisite food, steaming hot.

Jiang Lian naturally picked up dishes and served soup to Ye Ling, and even carefully picked out all the garlic and ginger slices that he didn't like to eat.

Ye Ling looked at the mountain of food in her bowl, feeling a mixture of emotions: [778, he seems...really taking his job as the perfect boyfriend seriously?]

[Host, everyone says he's our Jinjiang's leading man!] 778 also had some free time to brag, [Although his character... uh... has gone from straight to gay, his caring and boyfriend-like qualities won't change!]

On the first day of living together, the two of them had their own thoughts, but on the surface they were still harmonious.

Until night falls.

Then comes the real test - sleeping.

Jiang Lian's apartment was large, with more than one guest room. Ye Ling was secretly thankful that she didn't have to face the awkwardness of sleeping in the same bed, but Jiang Lian rubbed his brow, revealing a hint of vulnerability that was just right.

"Ye Ling," he said, his voice slightly hoarse, "I haven't been sleeping well lately."

"Ah? Oh..." Ye Ling asked stiffly, "Then, then go to bed early?"

Jiang Lian looked at him, his eyes filled with an irresistible expectation, his voice low and slow: "Can you... accompany me?"

Ye Ling was stunned for two seconds.

Accompany you? How? Sit by your bed and sing you a lullaby? Or transform into your original form and…sing the Parrot Nation national anthem?

He instinctively wanted to refuse: "This...is not good..."

Jiang Lian's expression darkened instantly, and his tone was filled with a hint of disappointment and a touch of self-mockery. "That's right... I forgot. Although you kept saying you loved me, in reality, not only did you want to drop out of school and move away from me, you also lied to me everywhere and refused to even meet my humble request."

He sighed and turned around. His tall figure looked a bit desolate, like Daiyu. "Forget it, you sleep in the guest room. I...it's okay."

Ye Ling: "..." Help! What's going on with this strong sense of guilt?

[Host! Hold on! This is a classic tactic, retreat to advance!] 778 was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

But Ye Ling looked at his dejected figure, thinking of how he had deceived her feelings, lied about her address, and almost ran away. His pitiful conscience began to ache again. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "...Okay! I'll accompany you! Just accompany you!"

Jiang Lian turned back, without a trace of disappointment on his face, and raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly: "Okay."

…

So, Ye Ling lay on Jiang Lian's king-size bed, stiff as a board, pressed against the edge of the bed, and wished she would accidentally roll onto the carpet.

Jiang Lian came out of the shower, with water vapor and the fragrance of shower gel on her body, and naturally lay down beside him.

Turn off the lights.

Darkness fell.

Ye Ling held her breath and dared not move.

Suddenly, he felt a strong arm reaching across, holding his waist and pulling him to the center of the bed.

Ye Ling instantly froze into a fossil: "!!!"

"Don't move." Jiang Lian's voice came from above his head, and the warm breath brushed against the ends of his hair. "I have insomnia and need to hold something to sleep."

Ye Ling's mind was incoherent: [Ah? Am I a thing? No, I'm not a thing! Ugh!]

Jiang Lian just treated him like a large life-size pillow, with his chin resting on the top of his head, his arms wrapped around his waist, and even his long legs entangled around him, holding him tightly in his arms.

Ye Ling was completely enveloped by the other person's breath, the clean soapberry fragrance, the warm body temperature, and the steady and powerful heartbeat...all of this made his heart beat disorderly and his head dizzy.

"Relax." Jiang Lian chuckled, his voice particularly magnetic in the darkness. "If you stay tense like this, I won't be able to sleep."

Ye Ling wanted to cry but had no tears. "How could I relax if you hold me like this?"

He tried to reason with her: "Jiang Lian...this...isn't it a bit inappropriate? We just confirmed our relationship..."

"Hmm?" Jiang Lian's voice was filled with sleepiness, but her arms tightened around him. "Isn't a boyfriend meant to be hugged?"

"Or... what you said before about liking me, and what you wrote in your diary..." He deliberately dragged out his tone, emphasizing each word, "were all lies - to me -?"

Ye Ling shut up.

He could only lie there stiffly, feeling the heat and heartbeat from the chest pressed against him. Every minute and every second was torture.

An unknown amount of time passed, but just when Ye Ling thought she was about to turn into a statue, the breathing behind her became even and long. Jiang Lian seemed to have fallen asleep.

Ye Ling tiptoed and tried to move his arm away a little.

As soon as he moved, the arm suddenly tightened, and Jiang Lian muttered unhappily in his ears: "Don't move...be good..."

Just when he was desperately thinking that he would have to endure this tonight until dawn, Jiang Lian behind him suddenly spoke again. His voice was vague like a dream, but it also revealed a chilling paranoia:

"Ye Ling...you are not allowed to run away."

Ye Ling shuddered. How could he dare to run now?

"If you dare to run away..." Jiang Lian continued slowly, his voice close to his ear, "Do you know what will happen?"

Ye Ling shook his head stiffly, even though the other party couldn't see it at all.

Jiang Lian chuckled softly, hugged the man in his arms tighter, put his lips on his earlobe, and said word by word:

"If you dare to run..."

"I'll bring you back and lock you up."

Ye Ling dared not move, and his breathing was extremely light, for fear that the slightest movement would stimulate the sleeping beast behind him.

Silence spread in the darkness.

After a long time, Jiang Lian seemed very satisfied with his obedience and let out a contented sigh.

"good evening."

Ye Ling's frayed nerves finally gave way. Amidst a complex mix of nervousness, shame, fear, and a strange sense of security, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell into an uneasy sleep.

In the haze, I seemed to hear a whisper in my ear.

"mine."