The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 48.1

Chapter 48: Yes, They Have a Cute Child: Kissing That Pale Neck. part 1

People generally only think that others might be in similar situations when they are in similar situations themselves. Zhou Lin might be sick, Tang Xingye thought.

Considering he was acting as a free psychological counselor, after Zhou Lin poured out all his unspeakable troubles, he should pay him some fees.

However, the patient didn’t cooperate with the treatment. He just looked at him with those dark eyes, silent for a moment, then chose to sexually harass the counselor.

Zhou Lin grabbed Tang Xingye’s slender, bony wrist and pulled him into his arms. “Sleepy. Sleep here.”

Tang Xingye: “…?”

Zhou Lin took the snow-white earlobe into his mouth, his wet tongue teasing it. Tang Xingye trembled all over, hearing the other’s low, laughing whisper. “Or do you want me to lick somewhere else? I remember you like this.”

The sticky sound of water echoed against his eardrum. Tang Xingye struggled, causing the skirt to ride up again, revealing white gauze panties.

After failing to break free, Tang Xingye pressed his hand on the wound and threatened, “Give me money.”

Zhou Lin let go in pain and retreated. “You ruined the mood, Little Green Leaf.”

Tang Xingye said insincerely, “Well, I’m terribly sorry.”

“Seems you’re bored of it. You clearly had fun last time; you made me covered in…”

Tang Xingye immediately covered his mouth, fingertips sinking into the seam of the Alpha’s lips. “Shut up.”

A wet sensation came from his palm. Zhou Lin’s tongue wickedly traced the lines of his palm, sparking a burst of electricity.

Tang Xingye yanked his hand back, but his wrist was caught mid-way.

Zhou Lin took the opportunity to pull him into his embrace, inhaling deeply, obsessively sniffing the cold fragrance emitted from the gland at the back of his neck.

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“Let’s sleep then.”

“Payment.” Tang Xingye struggled.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xingye was quite noisy. Right now, Zhou Lin was weary and wanted to sleep for a while.

“Move again,” Zhou Lin’s finger pulp rubbed gently against the back of his neck, “and I’ll post your cross-dressing photos on the campus wall.”

Now, Tang Xingye stopped moving. Zhou Lin tightened his arms in satisfaction.

Although the cushion was soft and comfortable to lie on, and the AC temperature was just right.

Tang Xingye lay sideways on the floor, pressed against Zhou Lin, blinking slowly. He felt like prey encircled in the arms of a large beast. The Alpha’s body temperature transmitted through the fabric, annoyingly hot.

Tang Xingye felt the current development was too bizarre, no less than an Alpha giving birth and the doctor running out to ask him: save the forceps or save the gauze?

Zhou Lin was truly unpredictable. One second smiling and whispering sweet nothings, the next threatening people with a straight face.

If it weren’t for Zhou Lin holding so much leverage over him, Tang Xingye would have gifted him another ICU experience.

Sleepiness gradually hit. Unable to withstand a night of tossing and turning, Tang Xingye fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Tang Xingye rubbed them, only to meet a pair of pitch-black eyes. He was scared into instant wakefulness.

Zhou Lin didn’t speak. Who knew when he had woken up? He was quiet as a shadow in the corner.

Tang Xingye tilted his head back, exposing the snowy-white line of his neck, staring straight at him.

Neither spoke.

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Zhou Lin’s gaze lingered on that blinding whiteness for a moment before returning to Tang Xingye’s face. He watched Tang Xingye blink rapidly for two seconds, glance to the side, then look back at him.

He knew Tang Xingye was thinking of many bad ideas—calculating against him, hating him, taking revenge, demanding money—but he didn’t want to respond right now.

Tang Xingye looked for a while, then slowly spat out these words:

“I’m hungry.”

Zhou Lin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Usually, Tang Xingye had a cold face, appearing indifferent on the surface while cursing people internally, sharp-tongued and unwilling to suffer any loss. Yet at times like this, he was exceptionally simple.

“Wait a bit. Room service will bring bread and milk up.”

“Go shower and change first.”

Tang Xingye complained softly, “Shouldn’t have come with you. I want hot noodles.”

Zhou Lin didn’t move. Tang Xingye also lay there, too hungry and lazy to move.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on Tang Xingye’s exposed neck and shoulders. Zhou Lin’s gaze traveled along the ray of light, finally stopping on a faint red mark on his collarbone—left by another Alpha, almost faded.

Tang Xingye couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly do you want to do?”

Zhou Lin concealed the darkness in his eyes. “Not important.”

Tang Xingye: “Being beaten up isn’t important? Are you a masochist?”

Zhou Lin was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke. “Actually, if you want money, I can give it to you.”

“Hm?” Tang Xingye didn’t know why this person suddenly changed his tune so readily.

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Zhou Lin drew out his voice, like flowing water at night, speaking faintly, “An enviable life, immense wealth you couldn’t earn in a lifetime of hard work—you can have it all.”

Tang Xingye didn’t believe pies fell from the sky, especially not from Zhou Lin’s hands. “What do I have to give?”

Zhou Lin: “Meet a few people. Coming?”

Tang Xingye’s eyes lit up, instantly energized. “Of course, for such a good thing.”

Tang Xingye sized up the grand villa in front of him. “This is your old home? Doesn’t look like much. Much more… gloomy than I imagined.”

Zhou Lin looked at him and smiled, his voice soft as a hunter coaxing prey into a trap. “Not going in?”

“Please,” Tang Xingye crossed his arms and didn’t move. “You, the young master, get beaten by them. What could they do to me, an outsider? I daren’t imagine. Besides, you willing to give me money? Where would such a good thing come from?”

“Morning dream is over. I just came to take a look at what a house containing Qing Dynasty antiques looks like.”

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat noodles.” Zhou Lin chuckled low and turned toward another direction. “The owner of this small noodle shop is an acquaintance; their Yangchun noodles are quite famous.”

Tang Xingye paused, following his steps. “? No…”

Zhou Lin rarely explained, “The villa just now belongs to my second uncle.”

When the steaming noodles were served, Zhou Lin habitually broke apart the disposable chopsticks, scalded them with hot water, and handed them to Tang Xingye.

“Not eating?” Zhou Lin propped his chin, seeing Tang Xingye not moving his chopsticks. “I remember you like thin noodles.”

Tang Xingye stared at the bowl in front of him, then looked at Zhou Lin. “You seem to think playing me is very fun, right?”

Zhou Lin suddenly reached out. The other turned his head to dodge, and Zhou Lin withdrew his hand calmly. “Indeed.”

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Tang Xingye narrowed his eyes, cracking his knuckles.

Zhou Lin thought that if there weren’t so many people, Tang Xingye probably would have dumped the bowl on his head.

Zhou Lin pushed the bowl in front of Tang Xingye a bit closer. “Eat, or it’ll get soggy, Sister Artist.”

A waiter whispering nearby stole a glance at the Beta. Features exquisite as a doll, eyes lowered with a trace of femininity—indeed looked like a girl group member.

This pretty “Sister Artist” rolled his eyes speechlessly, but finally picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Tang Xingye sipped the noodle soup in small mouthfuls. Every time he lowered his head, stray hair by his temples would slip down, and he had to tuck it behind his ear with long, slender white fingers. This action made Zhou Lin’s gaze linger for a long time.

Before getting out of the car, Tang Xingye suddenly grabbed Zhou Lin’s tie, forcing him to lower his head. “Just wanted to use me as a shield for a blind date.” He leaned close to the Alpha’s ear, warm breath spraying on the auricle. “Next time, say it straight.”

“I’ll come see you again next time.”

Pei Lian looked at the water glass shattered into pieces on the floor. Blood snaked down his brow bone. The wound on his forehead stung and burned. He wiped away the seeping blood, his fingertips stained with sticky crimson. Pressing the call bell, he gave a refreshing smile to the furious man on the hospital bed.

“How did I give birth to such an unfilial son! Can’t handle a few words!”

Ignoring the hysterical cursing behind him, he walked out of the ward. Sharp-eyed, he saw a familiar figure—Lu Zhi standing in front of the test result printer, face gloomy, holding a report.

Phone vibrated. Tang Xingye’s message popped up: [If it doesn’t rain this weekend, I’ll consider it.]

He knew Tang Xingye was soft-hearted. “Consider it” meant he would come.

Lu Zhi stood in front of him at some point, his gaze nailed to Pei Lian’s still-lit phone screen. “Smiling so disgustingly.”

Seeing the smile on Pei Lian’s face, the anxiety of not finding his wife all night turned into sharp hostility. He found him an eyesore no matter how he looked.

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Pei Lian methodically locked the screen. When he looked up, the smile hadn’t yet faded from his eyes. “Are you jealous?”