Chapter 25 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 25 [Partial Rewrite] Perverted...
Ye Ling escaped from Jiang Lian's house in a daze.
Break up? He didn't even dare to mention it again! The tug-of-war with Jiang Lian just now had already drained away the courage of this little bird for two lifetimes.
Jiang Lian "considerately" walked him downstairs, her tone showing no sign of abnormality: "You really don't want me to take you home?"
"No, no, no!" Ye Ling shook his head like a rattle. Thinking of Jiang Lian's last dangerous look and the warning to "lock him up," his scalp tingled and he wished he could fly away immediately. "I can go back by myself! It's very close!"
But when he met Jiang Lian's deep, all-seeing gaze, he felt a surge of unease for no reason, and quickly justified his refusal: "You're already exhausted tutoring me! Thank you! I can go back on my own!"
"Hmm?" Jiang Lian finally seemed satisfied, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "Now you know how to be considerate of your boyfriend?"
Ye Ling nodded repeatedly, just wanting to get away quickly.
"But..." Jiang Lian changed the subject and said slowly, "Saying 'sorry' and 'thank you' to a couple is too awkward."
Ye Ling looked up in confusion: "Ah?" What should I say?
Jiang Lian set a trap and coaxed her into submission, "That's not how lovers express... gratitude."
"Then... what is it like?" Ye Ling asked foolishly.
Jiang Lian tilted his head slightly, tapped his cheek with his finger, his eyes deep and suggestive.
Ye Ling's face flushed red. This, this in broad daylight... No, under the streetlights.
But looking at Jiang Lian's tender eyes, and remembering the threat of "locking him up", he naturally became timid after being subjected to both soft and hard tactics.
He looked around quickly, then leaned over and pecked Jiang Lian lightly on the cheek with lightning speed.
The bird will fly away as soon as it touches it, and it will peck at the rice!
Jiang Lian was clearly not satisfied with this light kiss. His eyes darkened, and at the moment Ye Ling wanted to pull away, his arm naturally wrapped around his waist, pulling him back slightly, then tilted his head and captured those lips that were slightly parted in surprise.
It was not a deep kiss, but more like a brief rubbing with a marking meaning, but it was hot enough to make Ye Ling's brain crash again.
After a few seconds, Jiang Lian finally let go of him. Looking at the person in his arms with red cheeks and hazy eyes, he finally curled his lips in satisfaction, his voice husky with a hint of joy:
"good evening."
"I'm going to miss you tonight."
Ye Ling: “…”
He couldn't utter a word, and with his face so red that it was almost smoking, he floated back home in shambles.
…
The next day was the weekend, and Ye Ling decisively rejected all of Jiang Lian's invitations to "go out on a date", lying that she was fully booked at work and was too busy to do anything.
In reality, he was secretly carrying out his ultimate escape plan—if the breakup failed, he would physically disappear. As long as I ran fast enough, the collapsed plot wouldn't be able to catch up with me.
He contacted the moving company, made an appointment, and began packing his luggage frantically.
However, he didn't know that his actions, which he thought were secretive, had already fallen into the hunter's sight.
Jiang Lian first "happened" to pass by the convenience store where Ye Ling worked, and wanted to give her "busy boyfriend" a surprise.
When the store manager, Lao Zhang, saw him, he was very surprised: "Huh? Looking for Xiao Ye? Oh, what a coincidence, he resigned a few days ago! He said he was moving and seemed to be leaving the city? What a pity, such a good kid..."
The gentle smile on Jiang Lian's face froze instantly.
Quit your job? Move? Leave the city?
He remained calm, even politely thanking the store manager. But as he turned around, his eyes instantly froze, and the low pressure emanating from him almost froze the air around him.
He didn't rush to Ye Ling's house to question her immediately. Instead, he wandered around the old residential area where Ye Ling lived, like a silent ghost, wrapped in cold anger.
He sat in a cafe on the corner, his eyes fixed through the glass at the exit of the dilapidated residential building.
He wanted to see with his own eyes whether the little liar really dared to run away.
Then, he saw it - a small van with the "Niao Lala Moving" logo printed on it slowly drove over and stopped accurately downstairs of the building!
Jiang Lian felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant, and then quickly cooled down into cold anger and a hint of imperceptible panic.
He really wanted to run. He really dared to run.
Without thinking, Jiang Lian stood up suddenly, strode across the road, and stopped the workers when they took out their mobile phones to contact their employer.
His face instantly changed to a slightly apologetic and polite expression, and his tone was impeccable and natural: "Excuse me, masters, are you here to help Mr. Ye move?"
The workers were stunned and looked at the handsome young man whose temperament was out of place in the old community: "Yes, you are?"
"I'm his classmate." Jiang Lian put on an impeccably polite smile and lied without hesitation, "He just informed me that his schedule has changed and he won't be moving today. I'm really sorry for making you come here for nothing."
As he spoke, he smoothly pulled out a few brand new bills from his wallet and handed them over: "This is for your hard work. I'm really sorry to have wasted your time."
The workers looked at the generous compensation and then at the young man in front of them who was well-dressed and had an extraordinary temperament. Although they were skeptical, based on the principle that less trouble is worse than more and they could still get paid, they muttered a few words such as "Why didn't you say it earlier?" and "What a fuss!", then took the money, got in the car and left.
Jiang Lian stood there, watching the truck drive around the corner and disappear.
The smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a cold haze and a black storm surging wildly in his eyes, almost materializing.
Good, very good.
Ye Ling...
How dare you actually plan your escape.
Your so-called love, the wishful thinking you wrote in your diary, your affectionate confession, your considerate and well-behaved boyfriend style...
After piqued all my interest and anticipation, occupying all my attention, you just want to walk away like that? Like throwing away a toy you're tired of?!
The overwhelming rage mixed with the cold hatred of betrayal almost overwhelmed Jiang Lian's sanity, making him want to rush upstairs immediately, catch the golden little liar, tie him up to his side, and make him unable to have any thoughts of escape again.
But he forced himself to hold it back.
He clenched his fists and then slowly released them.
"Huh... run away?"
'Where do you think you can escape to?'
"My little tail, I will catch you back no matter where you are."
"But before that..."
Jiang Lian raised his head and looked sinisterly at the familiar, small window that belonged to Ye Ling.
"...I'm going to make you feel the price of fooling me."
After driving away the annoying truck, he turned around and quietly blended into the deep shadows of the street corner.
An hour has passed since our moving appointment.
Ye Ling stood alone at the door of the unit, sometimes looking up, sometimes anxiously looking at the time.
"Master, when will you arrive?" He pressed the phone anxiously, stamping his feet. "Didn't we agree to arrive at 4:30? It's already past 6:00! I've packed my things, and the landlord is waiting to take possession of the room!"
The moving company's customer service representative came from the other end of the line with a perfunctory voice: "Oh, Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, the traffic is so bad! Our driver is already on the way, please be patient! It's almost there! Half an hour!"
"Half an hour and another half an hour! How long has it been?" Ye Ling raised her voice anxiously, "I want more money! Can I pay more for expedited payment? Hurry up!"
"Mr. Ye, this is not a matter of money, it's really a traffic jam..." The customer service's voice was still greasy.
Ye Ling was so angry that he hung up the phone and scratched his hair in frustration. He looked up at the sky. Gray clouds were piled up, the air was hot and humid, and it seemed that a rainstorm would pour down at any time.
He had already given up the room he rented and had to move out tonight. But now...
778 comforted him in his mind: [Host, don't worry, maybe the road is really congested...]
[What the hell is this traffic jam?!] Ye Ling cursed, a rare occurrence. [I think they did it on purpose! This is such a shabby place, how can there be such a traffic jam at this hour?!]
He glanced at the several cardboard boxes and the suitcase piled at the entrance of the unit, then at the gradually darkening sky. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I can't just sit there and wait! I'll go to the entrance of the alley and see if I can stop another car!"
After saying that, he no longer hesitated, put the key in his pocket, and walked towards the narrow alley leading to the main road outside.
This alley is a shortcut, but not many people usually walk there. There are high moss-covered walls on both sides, and some discarded debris is piled up there. The light is also dimmer than outside.
Ye Ling walked with her head down, her mind full of the troubles at the moving company, and she didn't notice anything happening behind her.
Just as he reached the middle of the alley—
"Don't move."
A very low and hoarse voice sounded from behind him without any warning!
The sound was so close, like sandpaper scraping against the back of his neck, bringing a chilling chill to his spine.
“!!!”
Ye Ling heard his heartbeat and then his scalp exploded.
Rob, rob?!
This thought first entered his mind. When he was at the flower and bird market, he heard the bird vendors gossiping about the dangers of the human world, and robbery was the most terrifying thing he had ever heard of.
Those horrible humans not only rob their own kind, but there are also many who steal other people's pets and sell them for money!!
Without any hesitation, Ye Ling immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"I... I have money!" His voice trembled slightly. He kept his hands raised stiffly, not daring to move, for fear of angering the "robber" behind him. "The wallet... is in my right trouser pocket! It's all yours! Don't hurt me!"
A tall, cold figure came close.
The other person seemed to be wearing a loose raincoat, and the plastic sheet rubbed against his back, making a rustling sound.
Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
The other party seemed to be preparing to search his pockets instead of pointing the knife at his kidneys... As long as the disaster could be avoided by spending money, it would be a small problem.
He relaxed his held breath a little, and a very familiar scent of soapberry immediately entered his nostrils.
Ye Ling was stunned.
This breath... was too familiar! So familiar that Ye Ling forgot where he was for a moment, and was in a trance for a moment in such danger.
But the next second, something cold and slippery like a poisonous snake pulled his thoughts back viciously.
A bony, cold hand reached into his left trouser pocket without any hesitation!
"hiss!"
Ye Ling shuddered violently.
The hand was so cold it looked almost inanimate. It touched the skin of his outer thigh through the thin fabric of his summer sweatpants.
Ye Ling bit her lower lip hard to hold back from screaming.
The hand groped slowly in his pocket, its fingertips scraping the fabric lining, again and again, even subtly massaging the muscle lines of his legs.
For the first time, he discovered that the pockets of human men's trousers were terribly deep.
That feeling... wasn't like searching for a wallet at all, it was more like a kind of scalp-tingling, obscene play.
It took him a long time to react, and he reminded the other party in a whisper: "It's... it's on the right..."
The other party turned a deaf ear.
After carefully rubbing his left pocket inside and out, the hand moved around to his lower back and checked the two flat back pockets of his jeans.
"There...isn't anything there..." Ye Ling bit her lower lip in shame.
Finally, the cold hand reached the right trouser pocket, easily found the wallet, and pulled it out.
There was a rustling sound, the sound of a wallet being rummaged through.
"...Is that all?" Finally, the unusually hoarse voice behind him sounded again, with contempt and amusement.
Ye Ling's heart was in her throat: "I only have... well!"
Before he finished speaking!
The cold hand suddenly changed its target. Instead of leaving, it pinched the soft flesh around Ye Ling's waist in anger!
"Ah!" Ye Ling cried out in pain unexpectedly, and his body bounced violently as if he was electrocuted.
But the body pressing against him was like a wall, trapping him firmly in place.
"Hmm... is there a hidden pocket... in your shirt?" The hoarse, cold voice sounded against his ear, its hot breath forming a stark contrast to the cold hand.
Ye Ling only felt cold all over.
Hidden pocket? Where did he get that hidden pocket?
Without waiting for Ye Ling to react, or even to deny it—
The hand that had just been pinching his waist suddenly slipped under the hem of his sweatshirt!
"Uh!" Ye Ling's pupils suddenly dilated.
The cold, slightly damp fingers with thin calluses on the fingertips pressed directly against his warm skin without any obstruction!
The hand roamed and caressed his smooth skin wantonly, the thin calluses on the fingertips scraping against the delicate skin, causing tiny goose bumps and uncontrollable shivers.
It even went up along his waistline, gently brushing against his slightly protruding ribs...
Why are there pockets inside a sweatshirt?
The strong sense of humiliation and fear made Ye Ling completely confused. He forgot to react or resist.
The other person was too close, and his hot breath with a familiar scent sprayed on the back of his neck and earlobes, heavy and rapid.
Wait...! A familiar scent?
The obscene play of fingers, the increasingly clear scalding breath behind me, and the cold, cold smell of soap nuts that was so familiar to me that I could feel it in my bones...
An extremely absurd thought popped up in Ye Ling's mind, but it made his heart beat wildly.
"You...are you..." Ye Ling's voice was shaking, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty.
The hand that was wreaking havoc in his sweatshirt suddenly stopped.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed. The cold palm, still pressed against his warm waist, shrank only slightly.
Two seconds of silence.
Next second!
The hand was pulled out of Ye Ling's sweatshirt as if it was burned, and the speed was so fast that it brought up a cool breeze.
The body pressed against Ye Ling's back also retreated instantly, replaced by a series of hurried and panicked footsteps.
Ye Ling turned around and saw the dark figure running towards the depths of the alley like the wind, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Only Ye Ling was left standing there stiffly, covered in cold sweat, as if he had just woken up from a horrible nightmare.
He was cold all over, but the skin that had been touched by that hand was burning hot. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that it almost exploded.
He looked blankly at the deserted, dim alley, then looked down at the messy hem of his sweatshirt, his mind in a mess.
[Host! Host! How are you?! What happened just now?!] 778's anxious voice finally rang out, [I was suddenly forced into the highest level of privacy protection mode! I was forced offline! Did you encounter any extremely dangerous situation?! Are you injured?!]
Ye Ling was brought back to reality by 778's voice. He looked around in shock, his voice still trembling slightly: [I... I don't know... It seems... It seems that I was robbed? ]
[Robbery?!] 778's voice instantly rose an octave. [In broad daylight? What was robbed? Are you injured? Check everything! Call the police! Call the police immediately!]
Ye Ling then remembered his wallet and hurriedly lowered his head to search for it.
His old brown wallet was lying intact on the bluestone pavement at his feet, even with the zipper zipped up.
He bent down to pick up the wallet and opened it with trembling fingers.
Inside, several crumpled banknotes were neatly stacked, as well as an ID card, a bank card, a convenience store work permit... everything was lying there intact.
[…] Ye Ling was completely stunned. [The money and documents… were all there. Nothing was missing.]
[What?!] 778 was also confused, the data flow spinning frantically. [He didn't steal the money? Then where did he... where did he touch you? What did he do to you?!]
Ye Ling subconsciously covered her waist, where she could still feel the touch of cold fingers and the pain of being pinched, as well as the shame of having her hoodie forcibly opened and a strange hand pressed against her...
His cheeks flushed instantly, feeling embarrassed, angry, and afraid: [He…he pinched me…and put his hand inside my clothes…and touched me a few times…]
[…] 778 fell silent, as if digesting this bizarre information. After a few seconds, its electronic voice, tinged with incredible confusion and seriousness, said: [Host, based on the behavioral analysis… this doesn't look like a robbery. Robbers wouldn't leave property unscathed, and certainly wouldn't engage in this kind of… unintentional physical contact. This is more like…]
[Like you...] 778 became increasingly hesitant and confused. [Perverted pervert?]
Ye Ling's heart immediately began to tighten.
778 continued to ask him worriedly: "Host, have you offended anyone recently? For example, a client you met at work? Or is there anyone you know who might...?"
A name, along with that familiar smell and hot breath, slowly emerged in Ye Ling's confused mind.
Jiang Lian...
Could it be him?
But why? How could he become a pervert like me?
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