Chapter 39: The Innocent Landlord and the Black Tenant 07: Perfectly Hiding the Unsuppressible...

The sapphire blue sports car slid tremblingly in front of the grand gate of the Ye family mansion. Ye Ling held her breath and carefully stepped on the brakes.

"Huh!" Ye Ling let go of the steering wheel and raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

He paused for a few seconds before remembering the passengers beside him. He turned around with a sense of pride in completing his mission.

In the passenger seat, Shao Ye closed his eyes, tilted his head to one side, and actually... fell asleep?

The dim light from the street lamp shone through the car window, softly shining on his well-defined profile.

The eyes that usually have a bit of scrutiny are now closed, the eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyes, and the thin lips are slightly pursed, which makes them less sharp and more gentle.

this……

This is definitely not a plot from a novel!

In the novel, the original owner, a twisted psychopath, dreamed of encountering this kind of heaven-sent opportunity, where the protagonist would be unconscious and allowed to do whatever he wanted. However, his target was Shao Ye, who had the protagonist's aura and the male druid buff. Apart from secretly peeping through the cold screen, he couldn't even taste a scrap of flesh.

But now… Shao Ye fell asleep defenselessly in the car of this newbie pervert?

[Host! Host!] 778 shouted excitedly, [This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The protagonist fell asleep right in front of you! This is heaven's will! Hurry, seize this opportunity! It's time to show off your perverted and shrewd nature!]

Ye Ling was startled by the sound. Looking at Shao Ye's sleeping profile, he subconsciously held his breath, fearing that any movement would wake him up.

"What should I do?" Ye Ling asked weakly in her consciousness. "What if he wakes up?"

[What are you panicking about?!] 778 was so disappointed with his friend, [That's not important! What's important is the opportunity. Let's do our daily tasks first! She looked at him with possessive eyes, like a hungry wolf looking at a lamb. Then... she pretended to help him out of the car, seizing the opportunity to create physical contact!]

Ye Ling's scalp tingled when she heard this, and she felt that her perversion value was being forcibly recharged by 778.

He made sufficient mental preparations and finally slowly leaned towards Shao Ye.

There was still a safe distance between them, and Ye Ling didn't dare get too close. He first tried to open his eyes wide, forcing out the fiery look 778 demanded. However, even with those round, hazelnut-colored eyes wide open, they only looked innocent and confused, a world away from a hungry wolf.

Then he flared his nostrils slightly, like a curious little animal, carefully capturing the scent of Shao Ye.

In addition to Shao Ye's own clean and refreshing taste, Ye Ling also keenly captured a subtle hint of mellow red wine aroma.

[778!] Ye Ling felt like she had discovered a new world. [Was he drunk on red wine? No wonder he fell asleep!]

[Impossible! Absolutely impossible!] 778's electronic voice rose an octave. [He's the main character! Our Jinjiang's top main character! That alcohol tolerance, that physical fitness! Forget this little bit of red wine, even if he downed a case of vodka, he could still fight for eight hundred rounds without batting an eyelid...]

[……] Ye Ling was silent. But the Shao Ye before him, sleeping peacefully and breathing evenly, did not seem to be related to the "eight hundred rounds of battle" at all.

But in the current situation, no matter whether Shao Ye is really drunk or pretending to be drunk or really sleeping, it is a tricky problem for him.

Letting Shao Ye sleep in the car all the time is not a solution.

Ye Ling approached cautiously again, her heart pounding.

"Classmate Shao Ye..." Ye Ling's voice was very soft, "...we're home."

Shao Ye didn't react at all.

He stretched out his right hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally placed his warm palm on Shao Ye's exposed, firm forearm.

But at this time, Shao Ye was indeed not drunk.

But the hunger and cold he suffered in the orphanage had left him with a stomach problem. The glass of red wine in the restaurant, coupled with the fatigue of the past few days, was like a blunt knife churning in his stomach.

He endured the pain, tried to maintain a steady breathing, and pretended to be asleep. He just wanted to take this opportunity to see what the landlord had in mind for him.

And when Ye Ling's slightly trembling but unusually warm palm touched him, a strange warmth spread along the point of contact. The cramping feeling in his stomach seemed to be suppressed a little.

Just when Shao Ye felt a little relaxed because of the unexpected comfort, Ye Ling withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

The warm and delicate touch suddenly disappeared, and a strong feeling of emptiness came back along with a sudden and intensified stomach cramp.

Shao Ye's brows subconsciously tightened in the darkness.

After Ye Ling withdrew her hand, her heart was still pounding and her cheeks were burning.

After a few seconds, he mustered up his courage again and approached cautiously.

This time, the scent of grass on his body, as if it had been exposed to the sun, came into Shao Ye's nose more clearly.

"Student Shao Ye?" Ye Ling's voice was tense. "Are you...are you drunk?"

Shao Ye didn't move at all, his breathing still even and long.

Ye Ling stared at him for a full ten seconds, as if he were making a major life decision. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Huh... Then... Then I'll help you get out of the car..."

That soft hand once again rested on Shao Ye's forearm. This time, Ye Ling did not immediately jump away like a frightened rabbit, but instead used a little force to try to support Shao Ye's body.

The cramps in his stomach seemed to be suppressed a little by the strange warmth. Shao Ye followed the trend, slightly releasing the force, and let Ye Ling half-support, half-carry him out of the passenger seat.

His movements were heavy and slow, typical of a drunk, and his head "unconsciously" leaned slightly towards Ye Ling's neck.

The weight of Shao Ye's slender body pressed down on him, bringing with it his scorching body temperature and crisp breath, making Ye Ling's mind go blank.

778 was still screaming in his head: [Host! Head! His head is leaning over! Perfect! Hug his waist! It would be a shame not to hug him!]

How dare Ye Ling!!

He felt like his hands and feet were not his own.

He half-carried Shao Ye, using all his strength, stumbling and stumbling to move him from the garage to the front door. He took every step with fear, fearing that if he lost his balance, they would both fall to the ground.

Shao Ye's cooperation was limited to following the movements, with most of his body weight firmly on Ye Ling's shoulders.

The short distance of a few dozen meters seemed like a journey of thousands of miles. Ye Ling finally managed to carry the person into the living room of the mansion, where the power supply had been restored.

He was so tired that he was panting and sweat was on his forehead.

He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his face before he placed Shao Ye on the large sofa in the living room.

"Huh..." Ye Ling supported herself on her knees and gasped for breath, looking at Shao Ye who seemed to still be asleep on the sofa. The mission... seemed to be very successful?

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Shao Ye's brows were slightly furrowed even in his sleep, his face seemed paler than when he was in the car, and there was even a layer of fine cold sweat on his forehead.

Ye Ling's heart inexplicably tightened, and she asked worriedly in her mind: [778, he doesn't look well?]

[Host! Don't be fooled by appearances! He's the most powerful protagonist in this world! He's defenseless right now, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be alone!] 778's voice was filled with excitement. [Quick! Keep staring at him, or just... pretend to wipe his sweat... Just like that, become the most promising perverted pervert in our Quick Run game! !]

Looking at Shao Ye's slightly furrowed brow and the sweat on his forehead, Ye Ling was torn between his conscience and his desires.

After struggling for a while, he went to get a tissue, squatted down beside the sofa, ignored 778's screams, held his breath, and gently used a corner of the tissue to wipe away the cold sweat on Shao Ye's forehead and temples.

His movements were focused and meticulous, and he deliberately avoided any possible skin contact.

After doing all this, he looked at Shao Ye's brow which seemed to have relaxed a little and breathed a sigh of relief.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the thin blanket on the armrest and gently covered Shao Ye with it, even tucking the corners unconsciously.

After doing all this, Ye Ling tiptoed back, looking back every few steps as she left the living room.

The living room became completely quiet, and Shao Ye slowly opened his eyes on the sofa.

Where was the trace of drunkenness or sleepiness in those deep eyes? Only clarity, mixed with a hint of indistinguishable complex emotions.

He sat up and the blanket immediately slipped off him.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and grabbed the blanket, then raised his hand to touch his dry forehead.

The knot in my stomach hadn't completely gone away, but it had really... been soothed a lot by the clumsy touch and careful care.

He stood up with the blanket in hand and walked straight towards the door that led to the basement.

In the basement, he turned on the faucet, scooped up a handful of ice-cold tap water and splashed it on his face.

Drops of water rolled down his cheeks. He leaned against the sink and closed his eyes, trying to use the cold feeling to suppress the remaining discomfort in his stomach and the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

Then he walked over to his desk, sat down, and opened his laptop.

The cold light of the screen reflected on his slightly pale face.

In the top-floor studio, Ye Ling was staring at a huge surveillance screen in a trance. The screen showed the scene in the basement: Shao Ye washed his face with cold water to sober himself up, and then... he actually sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.

Ye Ling's heart sank. Is this guy... made of iron? He was drunk unconscious just now, and now he's studying again?

Then she thought about how difficult Shao Ye's life was, working around the clock every day, and having to work overtime in order not to fall behind in his studies...Ye Ling's heart suddenly tightened.

If you live like this, you might as well be a bird! Even though you'll be trapped in a cage, at least you won't have to worry about making a living...

[Host! Host! Another chance! What good day is today?] 778 excitedly wishfully said, [Late at night, the target is exhausted and vulnerable, perfect for the 'Strong Care' storyline mission! Quick!]

Ye Ling hadn't recovered from the previous task of taking advantage of others: [Wh...what task?]

[Watch this!] 778 switched to director mode, [You! Now go to the kitchen and make a bowl of hot, fragrant, stomach-nourishing porridge! Then—]

778's electronic voice suddenly turned greasy. [Using the spare key, I opened the door directly into his room, placed the porridge on his table, and then said condescendingly in a low, magnetic voice: "Drink it, then go to sleep. I'll watch over you."]

Under the repeated bombardment of 778, and with genuine concern for Shao Ye, Ye Ling resigned herself to the kitchen and cooked a small pot of porridge that was barely presentable.

He held the bowl of porridge and tiptoed to the basement door. He took out the spare key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently - click.

The door opened.

The light in the basement was dimmer than what was seen in the surveillance video, with only the desk lamp on.

Shao Ye was leaning back in his chair with his back to the door, his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap.

The warm yellow light outlined his tall but tired back, with a faint bluish-black tint under his eyes.

Ye Ling's heart was in his throat. He tried hard to recall the "domineering" demeanor described by 778. Holding the bowl, he tried to make his footsteps sound more imposing as he stomped heavily to the desk.

"Student Shao Ye!" Ye Ling said loudly, his whole body was full of evil, "Do you know that the body is the capital of revolution?"

778 quickly corrected himself: [Wrong! It should be 'How did you get yourself into this? It seems you can't do it without me watching over you!'!]

Shao Ye's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly to look over: "What?"

Ye Ling was startled by his gaze, and the words "No" from 778 kept flashing in his mind. His mind suddenly twitched, and he blurted out: "If you keep going like this, your body will fail!"

The air suddenly froze.

A trace of surprise flashed across Shao Ye's eyes, then turned into understanding and a hint of amusement.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his slender fingers crossed in front of his chin. He looked at Ye Ling with a half-smile, and said mischievously, "Teacher Ye seems very concerned... Can I do it?"

778 screamed frantically in his head: [This is a pun! Host! He's fighting back! Give me something greasy!]

Unfortunately, Ye Ling didn't react at all and only felt that the other party was questioning his concern.

He no longer cared about his "domineering" attitude. His brows were furrowed, like a worried parent who saw his child was addicted to online games and refused to go to bed.

"Drink it!" He put the bowl down heavily, his tone firm, "Drink it and go to bed immediately!"

However, because he put the bowl down too violently, a few drops of boiling porridge splashed out and landed on his fingers.

"Hiss!" Ye Ling gasped in pain, his strength broken in an instant, all his momentum gone.

Shao Ye's gaze quickly slid from Ye Ling's "heartbroken parent" look to his burned finger. The mischievous smile in his eyes faded, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't answer, but stood up and naturally reached out to grab Ye Ling's burned wrist. He lowered his head slightly and carefully examined the faint red mark on the back of Ye Ling's hand.

His fingers were slightly cool, bringing a pleasant coolness to the burned skin.

Shao Ye's gaze stayed on the red mark for two seconds, then he raised his eyes and looked at Ye Ling's hazel eyes, which were wet with fear and pain.

His tone remained calm, yet with a subtle hint of teasing: "You still want to supervise me while I sleep?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes moving around Ye Ling's flushed face, "Teacher Ye's business scope... is really quite broad."

After saying that, he let go of Ye Ling's wrist.

He walked around Ye Ling and picked up the bowl of porridge that was still steaming on the desk. He stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and then put it into his mouth.

His peripheral vision kept falling on Ye Ling, who was still frozen in place, and he saw that he was obviously relieved but also uneasy.

Shao Ye couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips upwards.

After taking a few sips, he put down the spoon and looked at Ye Ling: "The porridge tastes pretty good."

His eyes swept meaningfully over Ye Ling's scalded hand, and he said slowly: "I'm fine, but Teacher Ye, you seem... not so well."

He paused, then turned from the pun to a serious exhortation: "Next time, let Auntie do this kind of rough work. Don't burn the painter's hands."

[Host!!! What's wrong with you!!!] 778 blasted a sharp blast in Ye Ling's mind. [It's greasy, it's ambiguous! Such a good atmosphere, how did you turn it into a community warmth-giving event with a scalding accident?! Where's your domineering boss? Where's your glaring eyes?]

After yelling, 778 looked at Shao Ye's eyes, which were clearly filled with amusement and teasing, and Ye Ling's shy, embarrassed, and somewhat inexplicably aggrieved look. He paused for a moment and muttered quietly: "...But... huh? This atmosphere... why does it feel more... more like that than according to the script?"

Ye Ling had no time to think about it. His cheeks were burning hot and the tips of his ears were red.

His mind was in a turmoil, and he just wanted to escape this embarrassing situation. Anyway, 778's mission... was barely accomplished, right?

He lowered his head and muttered softly: "...Oh, I see."

The smile in Shao Ye's eyes deepened.

He raised the bowl of porridge high and drank the rest of the porridge in one breath. With this action, he perfectly hid the corners of his mouth that he could not suppress.