Chapter 83 The anchor brother loves hard 30 "Get on my bed......

The crisis of being exposed, which was clearly arranged by the plot and 778, disappeared with the wind after Li Feng said lightly, "Play less with your phone and go to bed early."

Ye Ling held her phone, bewilderedly asking 778: "Brother Li Feng, is it too late today and planning to... kick me out tomorrow?" This delayed "execution" was even more terrifying, like a scythe hanging overhead, ready to fall.

"Host, the target's emotions towards you are extremely complex, but 'disgust' seems to be a very low proportion..." Suddenly, the system sighed in a humane manner, its tone carrying the vicissitudes of a person who has seen through everything. "Anyway, the plot seems to have gone completely off the rails..."

"But, it's okay!" the system silently encouraged itself, suddenly perking up again. "There are crooked strategies! We just need to complete the final, most crucial plot! This will be the ultimate blow that turns the tide!"

Ye Ling had a bad feeling: […What key plot point?]

778 passionately read the script: [The final, crucial drunken bed-climbing scene! You, secretly spiked "Big Brother's" drink, and while he's half-conscious, you slipped into his bed... Host! This was the classic, planned sequence that would infuriate the top protagonist and foster a relationship between him and the bottom protagonist! While the goal has changed, the method remains the same! If you successfully 'climb into bed' and get 'caught,' you'll definitely have him kick you out!]

Ye Ling felt uneasy after hearing this, but she still blurted out subconsciously: "But...he gets a stomachache when he drinks!"

[…] 778 was silent for three seconds, then raised his voice in frustration, "Is now the time to worry about this?! Host! Something's wrong with you! You're very wrong! Your mission is to cause trouble, to provoke him! Have you forgotten how he's been scaring you, how he's been 'killing' you with his eyes all this time?"

Ye Ling's thoughts were exposed, and she immediately hesitated: "I...but...um...what if he gets a stomachache and ends up in the hospital? Wouldn't that be even more troublesome? And...adding ingredients is illegal, right?"

[…] The system carefully considered the situation for a moment, finally relenting in the face of the host's successful history. [Okay, but! 'Climbing into bed' is the most crucial plot point, and it's the pinnacle of your character as a green tea, country bumpkin, and cannon fodder…]

In the next few days, Ye Ling planned to "save the country in a roundabout way."

"Brother," he said, holding a cup of warm milk, and rubbed against Li Feng's side, "You're not live streaming anymore, and you're concentrating on starting a business with Brother Zou Kai... Do you have a lot of social engagements?"

"Hmm?" Li Feng raised his eyes. "What?"

"I just want to say... drinking is bad for your health, especially your stomach." Ye Ling pushed the milk in front of him, "Drink more milk, it will nourish your stomach."

Li Feng took the cup without comment.

Another day, Li Feng was going to have dinner with Zou Kai and other company executives. When he was about to go out to keep the appointment, Ye Ling followed him to the entrance, and every strand of her golden hair looked strange.

"Brother, we're having dinner tonight... I'm sure Zou Kai and the others will get you drunk again." He said casually while helping Li Feng with his coat, "Why don't you drive there? Then you can refuse to drink?"

Li Feng turned around, looked down at Ye Ling's worried eyes, and asked with a smile, "Are you so worried about me?"

Then she reached out and rubbed the top of his soft hair.

Ye Ling's ears felt hot and she subconsciously wanted to hide, but she was also greedy for the warmth of the palm, so she could only vaguely say "hmm".

Looking at his guilty and nervous look, Li Feng's guess became more certain.

Is this little idiot giving me a hint?

Li Feng pondered secretly. He recalled Ye Ling's unusual concern for him in recent days, always mentioning drinking in a roundabout way, and now directly suggesting that he drive to the appointment so that he could promote the drinking... The intention of these layers of "reminders" was obvious.

Yeah, he probably... wants to get me drunk?

Once this idea formed, it quickly grew in Li Feng's mind. He immediately found the most reasonable explanation for Ye Ling's abnormal behavior.

Oh, he's so timid, he wouldn't even dare approach me when I'm sober, right? So he's hoping I'll get drunk, to give him courage, or... give him a legitimate excuse to approach me?

Was he also missing that night in the hotel...that intimacy that had been dismissed as a dream?

Li Feng couldn't help but curl his lips as a feeling of pleasure filled his chest. Furthermore, his little tail had finally learned to play tricks. Although the method was immature, this "thought" really hit his heart.

All right. If that's what you want...

"Got it." Li Feng withdrew his hand, his tone particularly gentle and doting, "I will pay attention."

To Ye Ling, the phrase "I'll pay attention" meant a promise to drink less, but in Li Feng's mind, it completely translated into "I'll cooperate with you."

When they parted, both of them were in a particularly happy mood.

At the dinner that night, Li Feng changed his usual unapproachable style and became extremely sociable. He even took the initiative to block a few glasses of wine for Zou Kai who was confused next to him... This made Zou Kai flattered, but also inexplicably felt a chill on his back.

Li Feng drank the contents of the cup without changing his expression, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat.

He had even begun to rehearse in his mind in advance: when he returned home drunk, how would that timid and cunning little fool, with a red face, be at a loss as to how to implement those green tea and clumsy "plans"?

He drank the wine willingly, with an anticipation that was fueled by the wine and intensified.

As the night deepened, everything was silent, the clock moved towards midnight, but a familiar figure never came back.

Ye Ling felt uneasy in the empty living room.

Sometimes he would curl up on the sofa, hugging a pillow, staring at the TV screen, but he had no idea what was going on; sometimes he would get up and pace back and forth on the carpet.

He couldn't help but imagine Li Feng being surrounded by a group of people toasting him. Would that person, with his stomach problems, frown in discomfort? Zou Kai, that careless guy, must be stirring up trouble again...

But then he thought, what if Li Feng really came back drunk... that damn "bed climbing" task in 778... He was hoping that Li Feng would come back safely, but he was also afraid that he would be in a state that he wouldn't be able to cope with when he came back.

At nearly midnight, Ye Ling's cell phone suddenly broke the silence of the villa, and the caller ID showed that it was Li Feng.

"Brother Ye Ling?" Zou Kai's voice rang out from the other end of the line, amidst a chaotic background noise. "Li Feng...he's drunk!...I'll bring him back right away..."

Ye Ling's heart tightened suddenly: "How is his stomach? Does it hurt?"

"Ah? Stomach? It shouldn't be a big deal, I'm just really drunk and can barely walk..." Zou Kai said hurriedly, "I'm not going to say anymore, I'm driving!"

The phone was hung up.

778 followed closely: [The opportunity has arrived! Host! This is a godsend! Hurry to his room! Hide under the covers! While he's drunk, kill him!]

[What’s going on…] Ye Ling blushed, but her feet had their own thoughts and she moved involuntarily towards Li Feng’s bedroom.

Li Feng's room was like him, with cool colors and extremely clean, and the air was filled with a faint chill. Ye Ling stood beside the large bed, her heart pounding like thunder.

Ye Ling slowly lifted a corner of the quilt and carefully lay down. The quilt and pillow were all filled with Li Feng's scent, which enveloped him and made his heart beat faster. He curled up and listened to the noises downstairs.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed like torture. Finally, he heard the sound of an engine, the sound of doors opening and closing, and the voice of Zou Kai supporting Li Feng and talking in a low voice downstairs.

The footsteps came up the stairs, getting closer and closer.

Ye Ling's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to pretend to be asleep, but his body was as stiff as a stone.

The door was pushed open, and heavy footsteps entered the room, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol.

"Slow down...be careful..." It was Zou Kai's voice.

"Um...get out." Li Feng's voice was low and hoarse, with a strong sense of drunkenness.

"Okay, okay, have a good rest." Zou Kai's voice finally stayed at the door, and he kindly closed the door.

At this moment, in this closed space, the only sounds in Ye Ling's ears were the somewhat disordered breathing and his own deafening heartbeat.

A few seconds of silence passed. Li Feng seemed to stand there for a moment, then staggered towards the bed. Ye Ling could feel the mattress giving way under his weight. The strong smell of alcohol suddenly became closer, overwhelming.

Being this drunk... maybe he would just fall asleep?

When Ye Ling was thinking about this, he felt a light on his body, the quilt was lifted, and a hot hand grabbed his wrist!

"!!!" Ye Ling opened her eyes suddenly in fright and met a pair of eyes that were astonishingly bright in the darkness.

Li Feng grabbed him and rolled onto the bed, leaning over him. Li Feng was drunk, but his eyes did not lose focus. Instead, like a beast locking onto its prey, he stared closely at the "uninvited guest" who had sneaked into his bed.

"Brother... I, I'm not..." Ye Ling struggled subconsciously, stammering in every word.

Li Feng didn't give him any chance at all.

Feeling the resistance of that wrist, Li Feng's face suddenly changed. He wrapped the person who was trying to struggle and escape into the quilt, and then used his heavy body and arms to trap him tightly.

"Um... Brother, I... I took the wrong way..." Ye Ling felt his back was burning hot, as if it was bitten by a wild beast, and his voice was pitifully small when he tried to explain.

Li Feng ignored him and remained motionless. His drunken breath was especially hot, and his voice, thick with the scent of alcohol, was low and dangerous.

"You got on my bed... and you still want to escape?"

Ye Ling's mind went blank in an instant.

That's not what the script says! In the original novel, Li Feng should have discovered him, furiously kicked him off the bed, and yelled at him to "get out"...

"No, no... Brother, please listen to my explanation..." Ye Ling was so scared that she was incoherent. She tried to push away with her hands and feet, but was suppressed by Li Feng and could not move.

"Explain?" Li Feng chuckled, and gently brushed the tip of his nose against the crook of Ye Ling's neck, causing a shudder. "You sneaked into my room and climbed onto my bed... It seems you have the guts..."

He paused, and his other hand actually touched Ye Ling's waist, stroking slowly through her pajamas, "...are you getting fatter?"

Ye Ling's scalp tingled with gratitude: "I didn't... I was worried about you. Zou Kai said you were drunk..."

"Worried about me?" Li Feng's voice lowered, his lips almost biting Ye Ling's lip beads, "So... you came to 'sacrifice' yourself?"

"No!" Ye Ling was completely stunned. This conversation was spiraling out of control. [778! 778! Help! The plot is completely broken! He's not following the script!]

[…Zizizi… Detected oral content… Privacy protection activated… Take care, host…]

The system went offline again at a critical moment!

Li Feng seemed quite pleased with the panic and inability of the person beneath him to resist. Under the influence of alcohol, he allowed himself to be overtaken by the restlessness and possessiveness that had lingered in his heart for the previous day. He lowered his head and slowly rubbed Ye Ling's neck and temples, inhaling deeply, confirming the familiar scent that had captivated him.

"Now that you're here..." His voice was unclear, but still strong, "...don't even think about running away."

After saying this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, or perhaps it was because the alcohol had taken effect. His heavy body suddenly sank down, pressing Ye Ling firmly under him, and he stopped moving.

His chin rested on the crook of Ye Ling's neck, and his hot and chaotic breathing gradually became even... heavy...

Ye Ling slowly regained control of her body and tentatively called out, "...Brother Li Feng?"

No one responded.

Ye Ling moved again.

Li Feng, who was pressing on him, did not move at all.

He... fell asleep?

Ye Ling was completely stunned.

This...what is this?

What about the expected outburst of rage? What about scolding? What about throwing him out?

How did it become... forced...

Forced to cuddle while sleeping?

Li Feng's body heat continued to flow through his pajamas, and his heavy breath tickled the crook of his neck. His overbearing arms still held him tightly, as if he were... a human pillow.

Ye Ling's body was as stiff as a piece of wood, but his heart was beating abnormally fast.

Run? But how? He was being pinned down by someone so drunk he had lost his mind and no sense of responsibility...

Ask for help? Call Zou Kai back and see this scene? Then he really has no need to live as a human being!

Wait for Li Feng to wake up on his own? What if he gets drunk again in the middle of the night...

Ye Ling looked at the vague shadow on the ceiling in despair, feeling like the poor little bird that had strayed into a raptor's nest, got frightened, and was finally used as a bed warmer... weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The script... is completely crooked.

Li Feng did fall asleep, and he slept very soundly.

His original plan was to take advantage of the alcohol to half-truthfully teach this audacious little bastard who had dared to climb into bed a lesson, preferably to scare him so much that he would never dare to do it again, or... simply go with the flow and put some of his charming ideas into practice.

But he overestimated his alcohol tolerance, and underestimated the extent to which Ye Ling lying in his bed would destroy his willpower...

Originally, he just wanted to act drunkenly to avoid responsibility, but when he smelled that familiar and tempting scent, his tense nerves relaxed and he actually passed out drunk.

Then, he had an extremely real and vivid dream.

In the dream, he was the one in control of everything. He pinned the pale little fool down, watching as his eyes turned red because of his actions, like a bird drenched in rain, with nowhere to escape.

Every inch of the little fool's skin in the dream seemed to be born for him, and was branded with his own mark... The extreme possessiveness and sense of conquest brought unprecedented pleasure.

But... he was clearly on top, and the one who should have been doing "that thing" was that ignorant little bastard, so why was he the one shaking up and down instead?

But this little thought of resistance was quickly suppressed by the huge satisfaction brought by the dream, and he willingly sank into it, living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

It was so real, as if it really happened, and it vented all the irritability, desire and inexplicable impulses that had accumulated over the past few days.

So much so that when he woke up in the morning, Li Feng felt a long-lost, almost eerie calm. Even... his pants were flat.

This was rare. The restlessness I'd been quelling lately, which required a cold shower early in the morning, was surprisingly calm today.

"...This dream left a lasting impression." He rubbed his forehead and sat up, the headache from the hangover still lingering.

However, this morning was not completely peaceful, he heard rustling sounds.

"Bang!"

Li Feng looked up and saw Ye Ling squatting on the ground with a messy head of hair. He had just picked up an overturned small plate, and the tips of his ears were bright red.

When she found that he had woken up, Ye Ling immediately jumped up, showing that she was holding warm water and a few stomach medicine pills. There was also a bowl of steaming white porridge on the small table next to her.

"Brother, are you awake? Does your head still hurt? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Take your medicine quickly and drink some porridge..." Ye Ling's voice was stuttering, and her eyes were dodging, not daring to look him in the eye.

Disturbing someone's sleep so early in the morning... So you're busy with this? Did you wake up early to take care of Zou Kai because he said he had a stomachache?

Li Feng's heart felt like it was being scratched by the softest feather, sore and numb, and so soft that he wished he could pull a golden bird over, stuff it into his heart, and roll it into a ball and flatten it.

He suddenly stood up and went over to grab Ye Ling's wrist.

"Ah!" Ye Ling exclaimed and almost dropped the cup of water in her hand again.

Li Feng moved the troublesome water cup to the table, and with a strong pull, he easily threw the person back onto the big bed which still retained body temperature. Then he leaned down with his tall body and trapped Ye Ling between his arms.

Ye Ling could only look at the handsome yet aggressive face above her helplessly.

Li Feng lowered his head, his nose almost touching his, their breaths blending together, his eyes so deep that they seemed to want to draw him in. His nose gently brushed against his nose, then to the slightly trembling lips, slowly approaching...

"Brother...wait a minute..." Ye Ling spoke in a muffled voice.

Oh, are you scared?

The beast in Li Feng's heart, which was nourished by the dream and became more and more greedy, immediately made an insatiable gurgling sound, clamoring wildly, wanting more, and turning the dream into reality without a second thought.

The more frightened, the cuter... He loved seeing the little fool trembling, panicking, yet completely unable to escape his control...

He continued leaning forward, his aim clear.

"...Brother!" Ye Ling raised her voice, "Are you still drunk?"

That’s right.

Li Feng paused. Now, he no longer had drunkenness as a cover.

His throat rolled, and he licked his dry lips, feeling a conflict between his conscience and his desires.

"I want to scare him... I want to make him cry... It's like in my dream..."

This dangerous thought grew like a vine. But Ye Ling's trembling, obviously filled with fear, was like a fine needle, gently pricking the infinitely expanding balloon of desire.

Li Feng took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his arm and bit it without warning.

Ye Ling was shocked: "! What are you doing? Why are you biting yourself? Let go!"

He was frightened by this sudden act of self-harm and no longer cared about being afraid. He anxiously pulled Li Feng's arm.

Li Feng seemed not to feel the pain, but bit even harder, as if he wanted to use this extreme pain to divert another more violent impulse.

Ye Ling used all her strength to finally pull Li Feng's arm away. A circle of bloody teeth marks appeared on Li Feng's sturdy forearm, which was shocking.

Li Feng turned his head, and Ye Ling immediately met a pair of scarlet eyes that were struggling with pain as they tried hard to suppress their emotions.

Those eyes... Ye Ling was stunned.

"Are you stupid?" Li Feng's face was expressionless, as if he didn't feel any pain. He licked his bloody lips and said, "I won't really hurt you."

After he finished speaking, he got up from the bed, picked up the food Ye Ling had prepared for him on the table, and filled his stomach for the time being.