Chapter 30 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 30 [Partial Rewrite] Like...

Ye Ling was completely stunned. The impact of the scene before him and Jiang Lian's words was far beyond his tolerance.

After a long while, he shook his head with difficulty: "No... Jiang Lian... This is not right..."

Ye Ling's words of denial and the movement of shaking her head were like the sharpest needle, easily piercing through the thin shell of paranoia and dominance on Jiang Lian's body.

The expectant look on his face froze in an instant, then shattered.

"...Why?" His voice instantly died down, a completely different person than he had been a moment ago. His grip on Ye Ling's wrist subconsciously loosened a little, no longer a firm grip, but more like a helpless grasping at a single piece of driftwood.

"You don't like it?" he pressed. "Is there something I did wrong? These... these don't look good? I can take better pictures! I can learn! Or... or you don't like this room? We can change it. What kind do you like? Tell me..."

He spoke incoherently and almost frantically sought for remedies, completely losing the momentum of control he had just had.

"Don't be afraid..." He still didn't get an answer, so he turned to pleading in a low voice, "I just... I just like you too much... I like you so much that I don't know what to do... I'm also afraid... afraid that you will leave me..."

He stretched out his hand and tried to touch Ye Ling's cheek, but the latter suddenly shrank back.

Jiang Lian's hand froze in mid-air. That instinctive evasive movement was more damaging than any verbal rejection.

His tall figure now looked a little hunched, and his bathrobe hung loosely on his body, revealing an inexplicable sense of desolation.

However, this pitiful state did not last long. The gloomy sadness in his eyes twisted and brewed into an even more paranoid darkness.

He lowered his head, his wet hair covering his eyes, and only his tightly pursed, bloodless lips could be seen.

"But...even if you don't like it..." he murmured softly, "I won't let you leave."

He slowly raised his head. "You must stay with me. Only here."

"...You are mine."

At this moment, Ye Ling had completely forgotten that his mission in this world was to play the role of a perverted stalker and voyeur.

And the actions of the male protagonist, who is like a flower of high mountain in this world, are even more outrageous than those bizarre tasks assigned to Ye Ling by the system!

Ye Ling reacted and turned around to run.

"Why are you running?" Jiang Lian stretched out his long arm and directly grabbed Ye Ling's wrist.

"...Let me go! Jiang Lian! Let me go!" Ye Ling used his other free hand to slap Jiang Lian's arm randomly, and even his means of resisting the coercion were pitifully clumsy.

He was a little bird who had been a human for only 18 years. Jiang Lian was the first human he had come into direct contact with. He had only just begun to understand the human world. How could he have experienced such explosive content that even humans couldn't bear to look at... that had age restrictions or was even blocked on the Star Network?

[778! 778!] He called out frantically in his head, [Initiate emergency escape sequence! Get me out! He's crazy! He's going to...]

[Beep! Detected the host is experiencing oral content!] 778's electronic voice instantly rang out, [Privacy protection agreement has been triggered! System function is about to enter——]

[…778?!] Ye Ling’s heart sank.

[Privacy protection mode activated! Entering sleep mode... zigzag...] 778's voice suddenly stopped, like an electric current being forcibly cut off.

778...turned off?

This only, even if unreliable, "support" also disappeared. Ye Ling completely stopped struggling.

Jiang Lian keenly noticed the changes in the person in his arms, and he looked down.

The boy's golden hair was messily stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his long eyelashes drooped, covering his once clear and bright hazel eyes.

The violent beast in Jiang Lian's heart strangely calmed down for a moment.

"Are you scared?" Jiang's voice softened unconsciously. "Don't be afraid."

"Woo... Let... Let me go!" Ye Ling's scalp was about to explode.

Instead of letting go, Jiang Lian covered Ye Ling's mouth and tightened his other arm, as if he wanted to completely embed the little bird that was trying to escape into his body.

He lowered his head, buried his nose in Ye Ling's wet golden hair, and took a deep breath greedily.

His voice rang close to Ye Ling's ear: "Isn't everything here what you wanted, classmate Ye Ling? Your diary, your confession... Look at you now, you look so scared yet so charming."

He paused deliberately, feeling Ye Ling's momentary stiffness in his arms, and asked again, "Or, were those affectionate confessions... all lies to me? Hmm?"

"Mmmm!" Ye Ling shook her head violently, her covered mouth emitting a fierce denial.

He wasn't lying! Those shameful confessions, those fantasies he was forced to write down...at least at certain moments, they contained his true gratitude and dependence.

But now, this morbid voyeurism, this crazy and terrifying possessiveness...how can he accept it for a while?

"You're not lying?" Jiang Lian slowly released the hand that was covering his mouth, but the iron arm around his waist remained motionless.

Fresh air rushed into Ye Ling's lungs, and he gasped for breath. He didn't dare look back, his voice trembling: "I... I didn't lie to you! Those are true! But... but this... is too scary! Jiang Lian! Let me go! Please!"

"Let you go?" Jiang Lian's voice suddenly dropped. "Let you go back to that dangerous rental house? Or let you live on the streets?"

He still used that high-sounding rhetoric, "For your safety... Ye Ling, you can only stay here. Stay where I can see you."

Ye Ling gave up resisting helplessly, his body limp. His eyelids drooped, and a tear, brought on by fear, silently slid down his cheek, landing on Jiang Lian's fingers that were pinching his chin.

Jiang Lian paused for a moment.

The violence churning in his dark eyes subsided for a moment, but was replaced by a deeper and stickier possessiveness.

"...Don't cry." Jiang Lian lowered his voice. He loosened his hand that was pinching his chin and gently wiped the tears from Ye Ling's face. "I'm sorry."

Although he said this, he still put his arm around Ye Ling's waist without question and led him towards the master bedroom.

The master bedroom door closed behind him, the lock snapping crisply and coldly. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of the city were largely blocked out by the heavy curtains, leaving the room dim and ambiguous.

Jiang Lian pressed Ye Ling to sit on the edge of the bed, and Ye Ling kept his head lowered.

"Look at me." Jiang Lian ordered coldly.

Ye Ling didn't move.

Jiang Lian's patience seemed to be running out. He leaned over, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Ye Ling's body, trapping him between himself and the bed.

"Look at me, Ye Ling."

Jiang Lian leaned down and carefully placed his lips on Ye Ling's trembling eyelashes, then on her sweaty forehead, and finally on her tightly pursed lips.

His kiss was gentle and tentative at first, trying to dispel Ye Ling's fear and soothe his broken emotions.

However, Ye Ling's body tensed even more the moment he touched her. She closed her eyes tightly, her body as stiff as ice, letting him do what he wanted without responding.

Jiang Lian's patience was gradually exhausted by Ye Ling's silent resistance.

What he wanted was not a frightened body, what he wanted was Ye Ling's response, the shy light that once flickered in Ye Ling's eyes, and the "like" that he personally admitted.

What he wanted was for this little bird to sing in his palm, not like it is now, with even its feathers dull...

He slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue aggressively invading, trying to ignite a response. But Ye Ling seemed to have lost all perception, always passively enduring it, like a pool of stagnant water.

He abruptly ended the futile kiss, resting his forehead against Ye Ling's, their breathing rapidly intertwined.

"Ye Ling." Jiang Lian's voice was low and hoarse with a hint of suppression. "Tell me, what are you afraid of? I won't hurt you."

Ye Ling still had her eyes closed, her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, only her tightly pursed lips were trembling slightly.

Jiang Lian's eyes were gloomy.

He needed to break the deadlock and regain control of the bird's emotions. Since soothing it didn't work, and since the hunter's attitude frightened Ye Ling so much... then...

"Didn't you say... you like me?" Jiang Lian's voice was very soft, like a lover who was particularly insecure and repeatedly confirming, "I like you too... I will always like you..."

There was finally a hint of fluctuation in Ye Ling's empty eyes.

Jiang Lian didn't wait for his answer. She put her hot lips to his ear and said word by word, "Since you are so scared... then tonight, it's your turn to control me."

Ye Ling's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked over in disbelief.

Jiang Lian avoided his shocked gaze, and with a desperate determination, he took Ye Ling's hand, then slowly knelt down in front of Ye Ling.

He tilted his head slightly, exposing his fatal throat and fragile neck to Ye Ling's sight without reservation in an attitude of absolute submission.

He took Ye Ling's cold hand and placed it on his throat.

"Just like what you wrote in your diary..." Jiang Lian's voice was low and hoarse, "Bite me, touch me, do whatever you want... Tonight, I am yours."

The impact of this action made Ye Ling feel dizzy even more than the wall of photos in the darkroom just now.

Jiang Lian…that aloof, cold, and powerful Jiang Lian, the Son of Heaven and the male protagonist in this novel world, actually knelt before him? And even said such words?

This is ridiculous!

This was completely beyond the scope of what Ye Ling's poor bird-like brain could comprehend! He wanted to pull his hand back as if he had been burned, but Jiang Lian held it down firmly.

"No..." Ye Ling shook her head desperately, "Jiang Lian...get up...don't do this..."

Jiang Lian stood up and no longer tried to use that "sacrifice" method. He simply leaned down and shared the large bed with Ye Ling.

"Then let me do it." His voice returned to its usual cold and hard tone. "You just have to accept it."

He laid Ye Ling down gently, his movements were extremely gentle, but the body that followed was hot and had an irresistible weight.

His kiss fell again, no longer tentative and gentle as before. His predatory nature was fully displayed, sweeping through all of Ye Ling's senses like a storm.

The coolness of having clothes stripped off, the touch of hot skin against skin, Jiang Lian's suppressed breathing and whispers... everything was intertwined into a huge net, dragging Ye Ling into an irresistible abyss.

"Jiang Lian... um..."

In his blurred consciousness, he heard himself shouting in a hoarse voice.

"Well...it's a deal..." Jiang Lian's even hoarser voice followed closely, "You'll be with me forever."

…

The early morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains, casting a thin, long streak of light across the floor.

The windows were closed all night, and the air was filled with a rich and charming scent.

Ye Ling was awakened by the soreness from overuse of the front end.

“Hmm…”

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his hazel eyes full of red bloodshot and filled with deep exhaustion.

The moment consciousness returned, everything that happened last night flooded into my mind like a tide.

The densely packed photo wall in the darkroom, 778's forced shutdown, Jiang Lian's creepy "gentleness," the subversive kneeling and submission... and the subsequent, long plundering still led by Jiang Lian...

Ye Ling picked up a blanket to cover the sore part and slowly moved out from Jiang Lian's iron arms that were around his waist.

Jiang Lian was sleeping soundly, his stern profile looking quiet and harmless in the morning light, as if the brutal predator last night was just Ye Ling's nightmare.

But the aches and pains in the body and the scars all over the body are silently accusing the truth.

Ye Ling's mind was now incredibly clear, her heart pounding. Only one overwhelming thought remained in her mind: Escape! Must escape! Now! Immediately!

He held his breath and slid out of bed barefoot, silently like a frightened cat.

He grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, not even bothering to put them on. He just threw on a T-shirt and pants and staggered towards the bedroom door.

The path from the bedroom to the living room is unobstructed.

Until he passed through the entrance, grasped the last door handle, and turned it gently -

“Drip! Drop! Drop!”

The shrill alarm sounded like thunder, and the dazzling red light flashed wildly above the door frame.

Ye Ling was frightened out of her wits by the loud noise and froze in place!

Jiang Lian, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. In those bottomless eyes, there was no trace of confusion from just waking up, but only the rage of discovering that the prey was trying to escape.

"Ye Ling!"

Jiang Lian was like a completely enraged cheetah. He suddenly jumped up from the bed and rushed to the door in a few steps with amazing speed and strength.

Ye Ling didn't even have time to react before he was pressed against the door panel by a huge force.

"Want to run?" Jiang Lian pinched his waist, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Who gave you the courage? Huh?!"

The alarm was still wailing sharply, and the red light was flashing wildly, shining on Ye Ling's frightened little face and Jiang Lian's handsome face with bloodshot eyes and a hideous and distorted look.

At this moment, Ye Ling clearly felt that something... was completely shattered.

The "Jiang Lian" who once helped him, peeled grapes for him, gently fed the cat, and considerately took him home... has completely disappeared.

The one in front of me is a ferocious beast with only the most primitive and terrifying possessive instinct and desire for control.

As if he had regained a bit of consciousness, Jiang Lian forced himself to release the hand that was clamped on Ye Ling's chin, and even rubbed it gently and lovingly.

But he turned around and picked up Ye Ling by the waist, like an inanimate object, strode back to the center of the room, and threw him roughly back onto the messy bed.

He stopped the alarm with a remote control, the glaring red light disappeared, but the depressing atmosphere in the bedroom became even heavier than before.

Jiang Lian stood beside the bed, looking down at Ye Ling who was lying limp on the bed, his eyes deep and cold.

"It seems that I was too kind to you." His voice returned to calm, but it was even more frightening than the roar just now. "You still have the strength and courage... to think about leaving."

He leaned over and placed his hands on the mattress on both sides of Ye Ling's body.

"From today on, you're not going anywhere." Jiang Lian pronounced his sentence clearly, word by word. "From now on, this apartment will be your 'nest'. I'll make you get used to this place, and... get used to me."

…

"Ye Ling."

After dinner, Jiang Lian pushed Ye Ling back into his chair when he tried to get up, and he leaned over in front of him, his knees touching his knees affectionately.

"..." Ye Ling's body stiffened, his fingers unconsciously clenching around his trouser legs. He knew what Jiang Lian wanted.

"Tell me," Jiang Lian's voice was low and coaxing, and his fingertips gently lifted Ye Ling's chin, "Do you like me?"

Ye Ling could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. He closed his eyes and replied in a dry voice, "...I like you."

Jiang Lian's brow furrowed. He was clearly dissatisfied with this perfunctory response. He leaned closer, his nose touching Ye Ling's, his warm breath brushing against his lips.

"That's it?" he whispered. "Not enough. Ye Ling, you know what I want."

Ye Ling was forced to look into Jiang Lian's eyes, which were so close to him. Those bottomless pupils were filled with an obsession he couldn't understand. He spoke faster, repeating over and over again: "I... I like you... I like you, Jiang Lian... I like you, I like you, I like you..."

Jiang Lian listened quietly for a long time, and finally the corners of his mouth rose.

That smile was no longer cold or violent, but a pure yet extremely paranoid, childish satisfaction.

He reached out his hand, gently cupped Ye Ling's cheek, and responded clearly and solemnly: "I like you too... I like you more than you like me..."

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The author has something to say: The writing of "This World is Set Free" is a bit bt, the rest is more normal ()