Chapter 29 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 29 [Partial Rewrite] "This...

As if in an infinitely stretched silence.

Ye Ling's confused mind gradually became clear.

The familiar, damp scent of soapberries in the alley, the lingering touch between lips and teeth, and the abnormally hot chest that was now pressed against his back.

...They are all Jiang Lian.

"It's you..." Ye Ling's voice was trembling, "That pervert... is you!"

He struggled violently, bursting out with unprecedented strength, and slammed his elbow back hard!

"Ouch!" Jiang Lian was caught off guard and let out a suppressed groan of pain, and the clamped arm suddenly loosened.

Ye Ling seized this fleeting opportunity, crawled out, and rushed out of the dark alley without looking back.

In the alley, Jiang Lian raised his hand to rub the painful area of ​​his ribs. In the darkness, his expression was unclear, only his eyes shone startlingly, like a dangerous beast locking onto its prey.

[Alarm, alarm! Error! Error! The target's behavior pattern deviates significantly from the database's 'Iceberg Campus Prince' setting! 'OOC' value 99.8%! !] 778's sharp electronic alarm blared, [Rescanning... Scan failed! Unable to resolve! Host! This is impossible! How could the male protagonist be...?]

Ye Ling panicked and ran into a dead end. He turned around in despair, leaning his back against the cold, rough wall, watching Jiang Lian slowly approach from the dim light and shadows.

The tall figure kept approaching in the dim light.

"Why are you running?" Jiang Lian's voice rang out from just a few feet away, deep and hoarse. "Don't you like me? Aren't you my boyfriend, Ye Ling?"

"Your diary, your confession... aren't they all proof? You said you wanted to be with me forever..." He reached out and stroked Ye Ling's cheek with a trembling hand, "Or were those affectionate confessions... all lies?"

"I...I didn't lie to you!" Ye Ling tilted her head slightly, trying to avoid his touch. "It's you! You've been lying to me all along! You're the stalker! The pervert! You..."

"I lied to you?" Jiang Lian laughed softly, as if he had heard an absurd joke. But there was no warmth in that laugh, only a bone-chilling coldness. "Ye Ling, look at me."

He approached suddenly, covered Ye Ling's mouth tightly with one hand, and wrapped the other arm around his struggling waist again, pressing him against the wall again, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Well, change..." All of Ye Ling's exclamations and rebukes were blocked by the big hand.

Jiang Lian's chest was pressed against his back, his heartbeat was alarmingly fast, and his body temperature was too hot to be normal.

"Shh... don't call me that." Jiang Lian's hot breath brushed against Ye Ling's earlobe, bringing a shudder. "You promised to listen to me."

After Ye Ling calmed down a bit, he pinched Ye Ling's cheek and turned around, his tone carrying a hint of strange tenderness: "Now, answer me. Is the confession on the rooftop true? Look into my eyes and tell me."

Those deep black eyes were filled with crazy paranoia and desire for destruction, as if Ye Ling would be torn to pieces on the spot if he said "no".

Ye Ling stared at Jiang Lian, and finally, under the other's palm, nodded with difficulty.

The violence in Jiang Lian's eyes finally subsided a little. He slowly released his hand that was covering Ye Ling's mouth, but the arm wrapped around his waist did not relax at all. Instead, it tightened even more, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the person in his arms would turn into smoke and disappear.

"Very good." Jiang Lian lowered his head and rested his forehead on the crook of Ye Ling's neck, rubbing it slowly and dependently, "...Remember your words."

"It's dangerous out there. The real pervert might still be looking for you. He could break into your house, hurt you, or even..." He remained calm, confusing right and wrong, as if the person who lost control in the alley wasn't him. "For your safety... you can only stay at my house. Stay where I can see you. Got it?"

This is certainly not a negotiation.

Ye Ling looked into his bottomless eyes, knowing that he had no chance of resistance at this moment. He could only helplessly nod his head again.

Seeing his obedient expression, Jiang Lian seemed to be finally satisfied. He then loosened all his grip, contentedly took his hand, and brought him back to his territory.

Back at the apartment, Ye Ling sat quietly on the sofa, motionless, but every inch of her joints was obviously tense.

Jiang Lian stood aside, feeling a little anxious.

He could feel Ye Ling's fear and resistance, which made him feel uncomfortable as if something was tightening his chest.

He desperately needed to do something to comfort the frightened bird.

So he didn't go any closer, but turned and left the living room and went to the kitchen.

It seemed like a century passed, and just when Ye Ling was almost numb from the silence and fear, a light sound of footsteps approached.

The sweet fruity aroma mixed with the mellow cream aroma came faintly and penetrated into his nostrils.

Jiang Lian left and returned. But he didn't stand. Instead, he made a move that shocked Ye Ling. He half-knelt on one knee on the carpet in front of the sofa, putting himself in a lower, almost humble position than Ye Ling.

He seemed to be trying to calm Ye Ling's panic by showing weakness.

In his hand was a delicate bone china plate filled with a few crystal-clear grapes, and next to it was a small piece of cream cake drizzled with sticky amber honey, which looked extremely tempting.

"Eat something." Jiang Lian lowered his voice. He gently pushed the plate in front of Ye Ling's curled knees, like a large mastiff trying to please its owner with a gentle attitude.

He tilted his head slightly, and from this angle, his cold and hard features seemed to soften a bit, and there was even a hint of innocence in his dark eyes, a dark look that begged for forgiveness.

"You didn't eat anything last night, and you were caught in the wind and frightened..." His tone became gentler. "Eat something sweet, and your stomach will feel better, and maybe your mood will improve."

Ye Ling's physical strength had long been exhausted in the previous chase and shock. As soon as he smelled the tempting sweet fragrance, he felt an empty pain in his stomach.

[Host! Don't eat it! This is just sugar-coated bullets!] 778 finally struggled out of his logical confusion, [He's paralyzing your will! Think about how he looked in the alley just now! Think about his true face!]

Ye Ling's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

Reason was sounding the alarm frantically. Ye Ling was of course aware that the seemingly humble and gentle boy in front of him was the same person as the terrible tyrant in the alley just now.

But... his body's instinctive desire for energy and the exhaustion brought about by surviving the disaster caused cracks in his tense will.

Jiang Lian waited patiently, never urging her. He picked up a grape, gently pinched it with his fingertips, and held it to Ye Ling's lips.

"Open your mouth."

The sweet fruity fragrance was close at hand, mixed with the clean scent of soapberries from Jiang Lian's fingertips.

…Forget it, let’s eat first. Only after eating can we have the energy to think of a solution.

Ye Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally opened her mouth hesitantly.

The sweet grapes were gently placed in his mouth. The soothing feeling and sweet taste of the food were like a warm current, temporarily numbing his tense nerves.

Jiang Lian picked up another small piece of cake, picked it up with a small fork, and handed it to Ye Ling's lips again.

This time, Ye Ling opened her mouth without hesitation. The soft cake cream melted in her mouth, bringing a stronger sense of satisfaction.

He ate bite by bite, chewing and swallowing mechanically, like a frightened little animal that was finally coaxed back by its owner with food.

Jiang Lian half-knelt in front of him, head tilted back, staring at him with extreme concentration, watching his pale little face regain color as he ate, watching his wet eyelashes droop, casting a small shadow under his eyes, watching him... lick the cream off the corner of his lips.

The plate was soon empty.

With the warm food in his stomach, the lost strength in his body seemed to return a little. Ye Ling's tense body relaxed a little. Although the fear had not completely dissipated, the trembling that was on the verge of collapse finally subsided.

Jiang Lian watched him swallow the last bit of cake before slowly speaking, "Now, can you answer my question properly?"

He put down the plate and leaned forward slightly. "Your love for me...the confession on the rooftop...is it true? You didn't lie to me?"

The half-kneeling posture, gentle tone, and extremely sincere look made him look as different from the fierce and paranoid Jiang Lian in the alley, as if he were two different people.

This huge contrast made Ye Ling's thoughts even more confused, and even gave him a trance-like sense of unreality.

"Of course it's true..." Ye Ling pinched her trouser leg and said in a low voice, "I didn't lie to you."

At least, on that terrace, facing the dazzling Jiang Lian, the mixed feelings of gratitude, dependence, admiration, and a little bit of ignorant throbbing were not entirely false. It was just that he could not speak out the mission and deception hidden behind it.

Hearing the affirmative reply, Jiang Lian's tense jawline seemed to soften a little. The corners of his mouth slowly lifted, outlining an extremely pure smile. That smile dispelled the coldness that had always shrouded his brow, and even brought a rare hint of youthfulness.

He stretched out his hand, and this time he did not force her, but gently rubbed Ye Ling's fluffy golden hair with a doting force.

"good."

This sudden intimacy made Ye Ling uncomfortable and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into Jiang Lian's eyes again.

"Go take a hot bath and have a good sleep." Jiang Lian stood up and considerately made way for him. "The bathroom is over there."

Ye Ling jumped up from the sofa as if she had been pardoned, lowered her head and rushed into the bathroom, then locked the door.

He urgently needs an independent space to calm his confused mind.

The warm water rushed down, and the hot mist gradually spread, blurring the mirror and temporarily isolating all sounds from the outside world.

Ye Ling leaned against the tiled wall, letting the water splash against her cheeks, trying to make sense of this absurdity.

778 was still chattering in his mind about the logical loopholes and dangers of Jiang Lian's behavior.

But his mind was filled with the "innocent" look in Jiang Lian's eyes when he half-knelt and handed him the grapes, and the pure light in Jiang Lian's eyes after he got a positive answer.

That look...is it also a disguise?

Can it be pretended to be so...real?

He washed for a long time until his skin was slightly wrinkled and red from the hot water, then he slowly turned off the faucet.

After changing into a clean bathrobe, he looked at his confused self in the mirror and sighed deeply.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time... the mission deadline is almost up anyway..." He muttered softly, as if to comfort himself, or as if to avoid thinking.

He gently pushed open the bathroom door. Only a few dimly lit wall lamps lit the hallway, creating a hazy and quiet atmosphere. The master bedroom door was tightly closed. No light or sound came from inside. Jiang Lian seemed to have already fallen asleep.

Ye Ling's tense nerves relaxed a little. He tried to walk lightly towards the living room, hoping to find some water.

However, when he passed the invisible door in the middle of the corridor, which was always closed and strictly prohibited from approaching, his steps suddenly stopped.

That door...

The last time he'd approached, he'd been met with an unprecedentedly harsh rebuke from Jiang Lian, and a sudden, gloomy expression. That incredibly intense reaction, a stark contrast to Jiang Lian's usual cool and composed demeanor, had left a lasting impression on him.

And at this moment, the door... was ajar, revealing a narrow gap!

A faint sour smell, peculiar to chemicals, drifted out from the gap.

A strong sense of uneasiness instantly gripped Ye Ling's heart.

But curiosity, or perhaps a desire for the truth, completely overwhelmed his fear. As if drawn by an invisible thread, he reached out his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the cold door.

With a little effort——

“Squeak—”

The door slid inwards a little wider.

A strange dark red light leaked out from the door, barely illuminating a small area at the door and casting distorted and elongated shadows on the ground.

The moment he saw the scene inside the door clearly, Ye Ling's pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes.

All the blood in his body seemed to freeze completely in an instant, and then rushed back to his head frantically the next second, making his eardrums buzz and his limbs cold and numb.

There were no windows in the room, only a professional spotlight in the center that emitted a strange dark red glow.

Under this hellish, bloody lighting, all four walls, from the ceiling to the floor, are covered with densely packed, layered, entangled photos!

Countless photos!

There is only one protagonist——

He, Ye Ling!

When he lowered his head to read by the classroom window, the sunlight danced on the silhouette of his golden hair;

He was chewing bread in the corner of the cafeteria, his cheeks slightly puffed out;

He peeked out from under the tree, thinking he was hidden, revealing only half of his nervous face.

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

Behind the convenience store checkout counter, he smiled with satisfaction as he held the bag of "forgotten" snacks...

And the sneak shots of him in the rental house:

In front of the rental window, the moment when he shook his wet blond hair and water droplets splashed everywhere;

His defenseless face as he fell asleep on the table, his eyelashes casting long shadows under his eyes;

There was even one photo of him just out of the shower, his body loosely wrapped in a bath towel, the silhouette of his bare upper body captured! His shoulders, waist, fair, smooth skin... everything was exposed!

Next to each photo was a white sticky note. Written on it in a handwriting Ye Ling was incredibly familiar with, as sharp as a knife, was a short phrase:

"mine."

"cute."

"Don't smile at others."

"I want to touch it."

…

The most eye-catching red sticky note was placed next to the half-naked silhouette photo. It contained only two sharp, penetrating words:

"I want to bite."

“Hmm…”

Ye Ling covered her mouth to stop screaming, her body stumbling backward uncontrollably, instinctively trying to escape this terrifying den of morbid prying eyes.

Just as he retreated to the door, his back slammed into a solid, hot, steamy chest.

"Ah——!" His terrified scream was covered back by a big bony hand.

Jiang Lian!

He had just come out of the bathroom, his dark grey bathrobe tied loosely, his hair still dripping with water, which slid down his stern jawline and hit the corners of Ye Ling's covered mouth coldly.

Jiang Lian's hot chest pressed against Ye Ling's back, and his heartbeat vibrated Ye Ling's vest through the thin fabric.

"Damn it... you found me after all."

Jiang Lian sighed softly. His damp hair brushed against Ye Ling's earlobe, and his breath, dripping with moisture, felt incredibly hot and scorching.

"These are..." Jiang Lian's voice lowered, with a trembling mixture of paranoia and deep affection, "My treasured... treasures."

His eyes swept over every photo on the wall, his eyes obsessed and focused.

"Look," he pointed carefully at a few of the photos, "the way you smile here... the sunlight falls on your hair, it's like gold... the way you're daydreaming here, you're so adorable I want to take a bite... and this one, you're sleeping, so sweet. Only at times like this do you not think of hiding from me..."

He turned his head and looked at Ye Ling deeply: "It's too dangerous outside. Only here, by my side, are you safe. I do this to protect you."

"...Do you like it?"

He spoke frightening words, his voice trembling with trepidation. A faint glimmer of anticipation strangely ignited in those inky black eyes.